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Chapter 1

Something is not right in here, I told myself as I drifted aimlessly by a completely white King's Cross Station. Shouldn't I not be here, and why this familiar setting, couldn't they have colored it differently? If I am not mistaken, it was not the right time to be here; the school was still being rebuilt, therefore platform nine and three quarters should not be opened.

Wait. A completely white station.

I am supposed to be alive, it should not have happened again so soon, not yet, no. As I thought about the last moment before appearing here, I came to the conclusion that it must have happened when I was with my two best friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. We were drinking ourselves dumb celebrating the one year anniversary of my victory over Voldemort. In other words drowning our sorrows over the loses, when all of a sudden I started to choke after drinking the last of the firewhiskey and low and behold, me being back here.

I figured that somewhere in this place there was a way to move on to the afterlife so I began to look around and without even consciously thinking I got up out of seat I was in and walked.

As I rounded a corner I did not expect to come upon two people who I thought I would not get to see for a long time; James and Lily Potter.

"…How…how are you guys…" I widened my eyes in surprise.

"…Here, well my dear we wondered about that until—"

"Don't mind James dear Amary, we were given the chance to speak with you sooner or later; we chose soon." Mom interrupted dad giving him a stern gesture.

"But guys aren't you here to welcome me?" I asked them and as their gazes came upon me they immediately softened and made me want to hug them, which of course I did, forgetting for a moment that they did not answer.

Whilst we were in the group hug, a bell-like sound was heard which made my parents body stiffen.

"We have something to tell you little flower." My dad mentioned as he let both of us go." Come on Lily, we don't have much time."

As I let go of my mom and turned to dad he gave me a comforting look as if preparing me for some not so good news. That made me very nervous. I looked at Lily and as the words came out of her mouth,

"First of all, know that for the short time we had you we loved you very much, but before we completely move on we have to tell you this: you are not truly our daughter."

There was complete and utter silence.

…3…

…2…

…1…

My eyes widened and I tried to speak but could not get words out. I tried to assimilate the news but I could not get it, get that the life I lived was forever changed, that many things began to not make sense.

"If I'm not your daughter then how am I able to use magic? How was I capable of living with the Dursley's, and how were you able to use the protection spell if I don't have your blood in my veins, huh!" I challenged them.

Dad, no, James finally blurted out,

"The night Lily gave birth, our baby girl was stillborn and we were so devastated." "We tried every possible spell and ritual to bring her back to life but the problem was she was never alive to begin with." Lily continued.

"Exactly one month after the harsh reality, we impulsively decided to go out on a walk at the local park. Once there, we heard a baby's cry, your cries and as James here held you I got the idea of passing you off as our one month dead daughter, Amaryllis. It worked perfectly since no one came to visit in the month after her death."

"We as the last living Potters were expected to leave a will if there were the slightest of chances of dying. You were never supposed to be given to the Dursley family. "James added.

"What you have to see is that Dumbledore was the leader of one faction of the war therefore he had to think of the big picture almost always forgetting how that will affect us as individuals. He had the same thoughts when he found you were left alive; he had to mold you into the perfect amenable weapon, forgetting you were but a babe."

I openly stared back at them, my thoughts going a mile a minute.

"What about the other two things I asked you about."

"I will be able to answer those questions, Aune Diantha." A voice interrupted my asking session.

I whirled around and found an androgynous being; I could not find what gender the person was but I knew they were the most powerful being I have ever and will ever meet. That I felt for sure.

Yet that did not stop me from asking her for her name.

"…and who's this Aune?" was added towards the end.

"Those of magical ancestry called me a lady yet I am more than that; call me Chaos, and as fore who Aune Diantha is, well that is your given name, my dear." The entity's voice intoned as she looked at me with swirling eyes and a Greek toga with the sky itself as its design.

"Lady Chaos, what an honor it is for you to have appeared in front of us." James Potter bowed with great awe and deference towards Chaos as if she held all the unanswered questions of the universe. Maybe because it did. A voice that sounded like Hermione, told me.

"Wait so you two are telling me that I am adopted and you are THE CHAOS, the creator of the universe as stated in Greek myths?" I tried to process everything that has happened up to this moment but couldn't quite get to that point yet.

"Indeed child, and if it's confusing to your mind you may adhere to me as Lady Chaos." 'That lady had one bad ass voice.' I thought to myself as I heard her.

"Enough with pleasantries, you two," she looked at my parents (?), "you must say farewell to Aune and then you shall finally pass on to Elysium and be with your beloved child. Only to you will I give answers, Aune."

"Thank You my Lady" they both turned to me once more and I knew, just knew that this would be the last time I would call them mine. I could not afford much else for I won't see them anymore until the day I die.

"May we?" Lily asked and I consented.

We closed in on each other and I hugged them with all the strength I had and gave them my gratitude for what they did for me. Because in the end even if I wasn't their blood and even if they didn't get to spend much time with me, I still loved them and no matter what I may have felt or not felt, they did give their lives for me.

I hope Aune didn't come out too dry/unfeeling.