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I'm not abandoning The New Warriors. I just need to figure out how I'm going to get where I'm going. I know exactly where I want to go.

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Chapter Two: Danielle Potter

Professor McGonagall whirled into view with my suitcase and walked onto the carpet. She was much cleaner than I was. She pulled out her wand and flicked it. I saw the soot disappear from her, the suitcase, and me.

"Please sit, Miss Hopper," she told me. I seated myself on a stiff, wooden chair. The Headmistress sat on the other side of the desk. "Ginger newt?" she asked. She opened a tin on her desk. I took one of the cookies and ate it slowly. It tasted like gingerbread, one of my favorite things.

"Professor," I said, "I hope I don't sound rude, but why am I here? Aren't there other magical schools in America?"

McGonagall sighed. "There are two different schools there: The Salem Academy and the Colorado Springs Institute. As for why you are here, you have been enrolled here since your birth."

That didn't sound right. As far as I knew, my parents had never been to England, nor were they wizards. I felt like I would have remembered seeing something like magic at the age of five, before they died. When I voiced this, McGonagall nodded.

"I suspected something of the sort. Your parents were from England and were wizards. Your mother was Muggle-born and your father was a pure-blood. You had a brother as well, a twin brother. He died twelve years ago."

This wasn't making any sense. Twelve years? I wasn't eleven yet. I wouldn't turn eleven until the beginning of August.

The Headmistress continued. "The family you know is not your real family. You were adopted. Your father's name was James. Your mother's name, Lily. And your brother, Harry Potter."

My eyes widened. "How is that possible?" I asked. "I mean, I was born in 1998, the year Harry defeated Voldemort, right? Harry went to Hogwarts from 1991 through 1997, right?"

McGonagall's eyes filled with sorrow for a split moment, and then it was gone. It was almost like I imagined it. But I had a feeling I wouldn't like what would come next.

"You were born in 1980, July 31. Then, a year later, Lord Voldemort came to your house. He murdered your parents before turning his wand on your brother. He tried to kill Harry, but the curse rebounded and exploded. Harry had a lightning bolt scar. You have a crescent moon scar."

Something else still didn't make sense. "You talk about Harry in the past tense."

McGonagall seemed to steel herself. I really wasn't going to like what I heard.

"Harry Potter died in May of 1998. Voldemort had fired another Killing Curse at him. He couldn't move out of the way in time. For a few months, Voldemort had more power than ever. Ron and Hermione Weasley fled to France and attended Beauxbatons. They came back a year later and joined Neville Longbottom. Neville had the sword of Gryffindor and slayed Voldemort with it. He became the Chosen One." I noticed the sword gleaming in a case behind her.

I shook my head. "I can't believe it. Why would J.K. Rowling write something different?"

"She didn't want the world to despair. The ending she wrote was a hopeful one. She prayed that someone, even though this sounds ridiculous, would be able to go back to that time and change his fate."

"Luna Potter..." I whispered. Somehow, it didn't sound right.

"No," McGonagall said. "Your real name is Danielle Elizabeth Potter. Albus changed your name and put you under a Glamour Charm so you would be harder to find. And to answer another question, you were sent to the future to keep you safe from Death Eaters and Voldemort. Albus also knew that some events would end differently than they should." She pointed her wand at me. "Finite Incantato."

I felt no different. McGonagall conjured a mirror and handed it to me. When I looked into it, I gasped. My face was a little thinner. My now jet black hair fell to my shoulders and was a little less frizzy. It stuck out a little at the ends. My eyes were no longer brown. Instead, they were bright green. My freckles remained across my nose. On the left side of my forehead was a crescent moon-shaped scar. I reached up with my hand not holding the mirror and traced it. I could feel my heart pounding. The skin there felt rough and old. It was real. It was real! Everything was true!

But there was still one last mystery. "Why do I have telekinesis?"

The Headmistress pursed her lips. "I received a letter when you arrived. It never mentioned anything about that. I'm not sure even Albus knew. You may perhaps be able to inquire of it when you return."

I nodded, but paused a second. Did I hear that right? "Wait, did you say 'when'?"

"Yes. You must return to the past and return to where you belong. Another matter, which name would you rather be called?"

I thought about it for a minute. Which name? The name that I'd known for the last ten years or the name I was born with and people were bound to call me? Not that
I didn't like "Luna", but I thought that "Danielle" had a nicer ring to it. "I'd like to be known as Danielle." It would take time to get used to being called that, but it would come with time.

"I assume you have a set of the Harry Potter books with you, Danielle." When I nodded, she continued. "Keep them with you. They will be very important so you make sure not to interfere with major events. The ones of today will alter, but your set will not. Here is a letter to the Albus of the past. This will explain what is going on."

She stood behind her desk and instructed me to do the same. We moved to a more open area of the office. "Be prepared. This spell may leave you nauseated and disoriented." She waved her wand and muttered several phrases.

The room seemed to darken. The ground beneath me glowed. Soon, I began to glow with a golden light. A fierce wind began to blow. The portraits on the walls threatened to fall. The papers on McGonagall's desk flew around the room. I began to feel sick to my stomach. My head began to pound. When was this going to end?

Suddenly, there was a flash of gold. Everything slowed down. The next thing I knew, I was in the same room, but it had one less portrait and several silver spinning contraptions. This must be the headmaster's office during Dumbledore's time!