Last Chapter of HP & the Lost Potter (see end of story for dets) This last chapter will ALL be in Alyssa's POV. Sorry but she won't be a prominent figure in HP & the Lost Potter: Summer Hols or Year 4. I hope I explained some things about her past decently well. It's been plaguing me and I hope it makes sense. As always: I don't own it! Enjoy!

Graduation

Alyssa POV

My trunk was packed, my graduation robes were hung neatly on my bed. I was washed, prepped and ready to go. But I refused to get dressed. In my hands was an owl from my mother. I cringed when the non-descript international owl showed up at Hogwarts this morning. I looked down at my hands and saw that I had crumpled it again. Sighing, I waved my wand over it again it fixed itself.

Peering at the words, I cringed again. The sense of dread that filled my heart was spilling out over the rest of me. Today was going to be a bad day. I mean it was going to be the best day of my life with the exception of getting married or having my first child. But it was also going to be bad. I knew if I didn't invite her, I'd never hear the end of it.

Alyssa,

Your stepfather and I received your graduation invitation. Quite frankly, I am surprised you even remembered to send one. You were in such a hurry last year to leave us. Nevertheless, we will be there. Finding a babysitter for your brothers will be difficult, but we'll manage.

Mother.

Always trying to make me feel bad. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Harry agreed to come today. He understood why I wasn't able to come to his but he said he would make it to mine today. Another reason to cringe. He would finally meet my mother and stepfather. I wasn't sure if he could contain his anger when he finally met my stepfather. I surely hoped he could.

The clock chimed from somewhere in the room, startling me. It was almost time to go. Many of the younger students had left this morning while a handful stayed behind to witness the graduation. Prongs was somewhere with Ron and Hermione. Lavender had left earlier that morning after breakfast. She had wished me good luck before snogging Ron to death.

A knock on the door had me whirling around. Before I could get to the door, it opened. Hermione stood there in her best robes and eyed me suspiciously. I was in a scarlet off the shoulder half sleeve asymmetrical dress and my shoes were close by.

"You look nice, but you need to get ready. The seventh years are already waiting…."

I nodded at her and sighed. Grabbing my graduation robes, I slipped my feet into my shoes. Hermione came to me and fixed my robes while giving me a watery smile. "You-know, I'm going to miss you."

"Oh, Hermione. I will miss you too love. Don't worry...if I can help it I will be here a few times next year. You'll see me at the last two weeks of August." I gave her a hug holding my friend close to me. She sniffed and turned. I followed her out and down the hall to the stairs where I knew the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors were waiting patiently to do this.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, a hush fell over the crowd. I turned to see them staring at me. Dear Merlin, have I forgotten to put my dress on? Checking myself I chuckled seeing that I was dressed. A few girls smiled and waved me over to join them. I followed them out the Common Room. As I left, I turned and looked around the room once more before rushing out to catch up with my housemates.

We were soon joined by the rest of the Houses. Everyone depicted in black robes with a trim of their house colors on them. You could tell who was in each house because of the hood was the house colors as well. We were all standing around nervously. The graduation ceremony was to be taken place at the Quidditch Pitch. There were four of us who wore something different. Each of these students were the head of their class in their own separate House.

I was one of them. With my extremely high marks in class and my supposedly outstanding marks on my NEWTS, I wore two gold braided ropes around my neck signifying this. Even though I had come in late, I made it to the second in my class. First place went to a pretty Ravenclaw who had been Head Girl this past year. Some of the students didn't like how I had surpassed them academically.

"Now, if you will all follow me…" Prof McGonagall said. We nodded and followed her out the castle and toward the Quidditch Pitch. As we got closer, I could feel the emotions from the Pitch and I had to throw my shields up to protect myself. Another reason why I hated large crowds. I preferred smaller ones. Oh, well; can't get out of this one.

We stopped in front of the entrance of the Pitch and McGonagall had us line up according to our academic rank. No one argued with her for once. Lined up, she flicked her wand and the doors opened revealing the massive crowd before us. I dared not look up because I didn't wish to see my mother and stepfather. I knew Harry and Prongs were here. I could feel Harry as soon as I stepped out of the castle. His strength was helping me carry through with this.

Taking a seat beside the valedictorian, I then, looked around. Instantly spotting Harry and Prongs. I gave them a smile and faced the Headmaster who was sitting in a high back chair waiting on us. He stood and silenced the crowds and the tittering of the graduates who were still quite nervous.

"Good afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen and our Honored guests. A graduation ceremony is always such a special occasion - the culmination of years of hard work; the actualization of goals attained and the acknowledgement of successes achieved. So, it is only fitting that tonight we commemorate the road that we have all traveled together these last few years.

It has been a journey that started with tentative steps perhaps, but one that has taken us to remarkable heights. We have encountered some trials and tribulations along the way...soldiered on and come out the stronger for them. We have experienced exceptional moments, magical moments and created memories that will be fondly remembered in the years ahead.

From your first boat ride to your Sorting Ceremony to the seven years of Halloweens and Christmas and exams to today where you sit before us graduating and beginning your new life. You are ready, willing and more than able to grasp the torch that we bestow upon you- yours is the future and on you the world will come to depend.

May your years ahead continue to be characterized by empathy, compassion, objectivity and a willingness to take risks.

May you always lead by example and work hard and play straight.

May your successes be many and your tribulations be few and far between.

We wish you everything that you so richly deserve in the years ahead - it has been an honor and a privilege watching your progress and success!"

Everyone clapped at his speech. I have to admit, the old man had a way with words that many of us would ever posses. Of course, he's done this for many years. I'm sure he gave the same speech when my parents graduated. I wouldn't be surprised. McGonagall stepped forward with a basket full of diploma's

"When I call out your names, please stepped forward to receive your diploma." she said.

"Brandi Alnwick"

"Michael Degan"

"Sasha Ferris"

The list carried on alphabetically. Since I was 'P', I was down close to the last of the few to get my diploma. Wood was dead last but he didn't seem to carry. He was signed on with Puddlemere Quidditch team. This was going to be a cakewalk for him.

"Alyssa Potter…" I sighed and stood up. Walking my way to the stage that was set up before us, I climbed the stairs blocking out the pride and happiness I felt from Harry and Prongs. Reaching McGonagall, the silence was deafening. I was a Potter. Graduating from Hogwarts like the Potter's before me. I could feel the pride from the ancestral spirits surround me. She gave me smile and handed me my diploma. Shaking her hand, I walked off the stage. My life here was done. I was officially done with this part of my life. I felt sad, yet quite nostalgic for the years that had led up to this one moment of my life.

Taking my seat, I looked down at the brown rolled parchment in my hands. This was it. This was the one thing that separated me from the upcoming seventh years. One roll of parchment. Now, I had three more years left then I would be done. As Woods name was called, I watched as he took his diploma from McGonagall and strolled back down the aisle to his seat. Dumbledore stood again as McGonagall sat down.

"Congratulations. You are no longer students, but adults. May you ever find peace and prosperity with whatever you do in life."

The uproarious cheer that followed was louder with more excitement than it did when Gryffindor won the Cup this year. The applause from the spectators thundered around us and you could almost feel the pulse surround you. Within minutes the crowds had dispersed and everyone was surrounding the new graduates.

I stood up from my seat. Still feeling sad from the prior entertaiment. Looking around I saw the smiling faces of parents and graduates alike.

"Alyssa!" I heard my name being called. Turning around, I saw Harry and Prongs pushing through the crowd. Harry got to me first. Cradling me in his arms, he held me tightly for a moment before letting me go. Kissing me soundly on the mouth, he stepped back letting Prongs take hold of me for a second as well.

The love that surrounded me warmed me to the core. Harry holding my hand, the love pouring from his eyes was evident.

"Congratulations, how does it feel to finally be done?" Harry asked squeezing my hand.

"When I know, I'll let you know." I teased. He shot me a grin and we stood there talking for a few minutes before we heard my name again. Turning round, I paled. I could feel the anger starting to pour from Harry and the confusion set in for Prongs.

"Harry-I…" I begin.

His head snapped to me, "You didn't tell me they were coming."

"I just found out this morning…"

"Did you send them an invite?" he whispered angrily.

I nodded feebly. "I knew if I didn't, I would hear about it in a different way…"

They stood before us and I visibly shrank from behind Harry. My mother flicked her eyes over me and her demeanor changed from pleasant to ill-received. My stepfather stood beside her. Tall and brooding. The hate emiting from his eyes sent shivers down my spine.

"Alyssa. It's so good to see you." my mother cooed. She sounded pleasant but I could detect the undertone of disgrace.

My stepfather said nothing. His eyes told me that if I ever told anyone what he had done to me all these years, he'd kill me.

"Mother…" I mumbled.

She ignored me and looked at Prongs first, then Harry. "And who are these gentlemen?"

"I am Harry Potter. It's nice to finally meet you." my brother said. His voice was a mix of confusion and pleasant.

Her eyes narrowed and I could hear the venom start to rise in her throat. "You're James Potter's kid?"

"I-I am ma'am." Prongs replied with more confusion.

"Humph…." she sounded then turned to Harry. "And you are?"

I glanced at Harry who was in his Hogwarts disguise. I'm glad he was. If she knew who he really was, then things could get very ugly.

"Harry Wales." he answered through gritted teeth. His eyes never leaving my stepfather's. If we weren't surrounded by people, i'm sure he would deul him. He hated my stepfather that much.

"Charmed." my mother and stepfather glanced at each other. The indisputable look in their eyes let me know they knew exactly who he was and I'm sure they were going to try and cash in on it.

"Alyssa," she snapped forcing me to look at her. I did so without the defiance for I knew what that meant if I did. "Your brothers send their congratulations as well and their regard that they couldn't make it. Of course you know that Ilvermorny hasn't let out of school yet."

"Tell them I said thank you." I strained my voice to be loud enough and calm as I could make it. I never tried reading their emotions. I didn't have too. They despised me anyway. Harry clenched my hand tightly and I tried not to wince from the pain. He didn't let me loose yet. He would keep me safe from them.

She glanced at my robes and that smirk that plastered her face looked innocent enough but I had seen it enough to know that she was infuriated. "Oh, look John she's received honors here….at Hogwarts." Mother hated Hogwarts. Preferred Ilvermonry where her past couldn't haunt her.

"I can tell Lauren…" his American accent rough. His eyes raked over me. Like a lercher. I felt disgusted and dirty as he did. "Apparently, she has done well." He hated that I was smarter and a much better dueler than his two pathetic and worthless sons.

I said nothing

My mother stepped forward which caused a slight twitch of Harry's arm to protect me further. "Aren't you going to say anything you insipid girl?" her eyes raked over my form. I tried to keep the fear from my eyes but I think I failed. The gleam in her own eyes scared me.

Turning to my stepfather, "Thank you John." he sneered but said nothing.

"Lauren, we need to be going." he said gruffly. She nodded and turned her back from. There was no 'goodbye' and 'no good luck' from them. The fear that coursed through my veins was too much. Stepping away from from Harry and Prongs, I pushed through the crowd that had seemed to form around us to watch the spectacle.

Bracing myself on the other side of the Gryffindor locker room, I leaned into it and sighed. Tears bursting forth from their dam flowed freely down my face. It took all my strength to not break down right there. This was my graduation. It was supposed to be a happy day and they had to come and ruin it. It wasn't so much their words that were damaging to me, but their emotions. The hate, disgust and repugnance that flowed from them sickened me.

Closing my eyes, I willed my breathing to return to normal. The rollercoaster of emotions that surged through was enough to collapse me onto the ground. Or into a dark corner where I wished to never come out of again, but I had to be strong enough for Harry. For Prongs who surely would have questions. Although, I'm sure this meeting gave him enough answers to placate him.

I never realized that the tears were far more than I could handle and a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around me. I smothered the screams that threatened to escape me like a wailing banshee. I don't know how long I stayed curled in that position but when the tears subsided, I groaned from the strain I had put my body through. Opening my eyes, I saw darkness but realised quickly I was staring into someone's robes. Pulling myself back slightly, my eyes focused and I looked up into Harry's trouble face.

"I'm sorry about losing my temper." he whispered.

I shook my head at him, but he interrupted me, "I really mean it. I could have handled myself better than I did."

Taking my hands, he helped me to my feet. Holding me close, there were no words to be spoken. Resting my head on his shoulder, I steadied my heart that was still beating fiercely in my chest. He began to move us away from the locker room to a safer area where we met up with Prongs who was still talking to Hermione and Ron. Turning to us, he rushed over and threw himself in my arms. "I'll be alright, I promise…"

"What was that?" he demanded. "And no, you will not tell me later…"

I sighed and nodded. I looked around the Pitch and realized that it was empty. Harry squeezed my hand. It was time to tell my brother what my stepfather had done. Taking a seat on the grass, everyone followed suit. Ron and Hermione sat on either side of Prongs.

"You have to realize that my mother and stepfather never wanted me to live with them. When I was born, mom left me with dad. Went to America with my grandparents, who still disapprove of me. Then dad and Lily died and I was sent to live with my mother who was still considered my parent. John, my stepfather hated that he was being forced to raise another man's child. I-I learned that the reason why everyone believed I had died. Because my stepfather was given clearance to do whatever he wanted with me."

"He never….touched me but every time I did something wrong, he would use spells on me. Potions on me. I would be locked into closet and a use weather charms. It's a reason why I'm scared of thunderstorms. Spells that would bind me, leave whelps and hallucinations. You have no idea how many times I've scratched myself until I bled trying to fend off my tiny attackers. Those were used if I angered him most severely. He never went so far to use the Cruciatus curse' on me, but I'm not surprised. My mother knew what he was doing and allowed it. There are times that I'm not surprised that I'm not fertile. I am, but the potions she used were very long term and very potent to keep me from getting pregnant. I still don't have to take a potion for it."

"I've been offered a Flushing potion for it…." I mumbled not being able to look at anyone in the eye. "He never really beat me, but he did believe in starvation and humiliation. It's another reason why I never had friends. I never brought anyone over for the summers. It's why I keep to myself. When I met Harry, I was, at first, being dragged to England; then we met and my life became very tolerable. My life begin looking up. I finally got the courage to tell Harry what was going on and he swore never to tell anyone."

I finally found the courage to look at everyone. Harry had his head down, Hermione was crying, Ron mouth was a thin line and Prong's face was full of anguish. I had finally spilled my secret. I didn't want pity from anyone. Not from the very people who cared about me the most. We sat there in silence for a while; everyone absorbing my words.

"Besides the people here, only one person has an inkling of what was going on…."

"The man that got you into the Junior Academy." Hermione whispered.

"Then why didn't he do anything about it?" Prongs asked heatedly.

"He didn't and still doesn't know the extent of what I went through. He signed me up to help me defend myself." Prongs startled us by standing up and walking off. My eyes frantically watched him leave and I begin to stand up but Harry shook his head and got up to follow my brother.

Hermione, Ron and I watched as Harry approached my brother. We didn't hear what was being said. I knew that, for Prong's peace of mind, Harry put a Privacy Charm. We watched as my brother bellowed and wrung his fists. How the air around them smell of magic. How Harry stood there and let him vent all he could.

I took a look at the other too and Hermione gave me a pained smile. Ron, who knew what it was like to grow up in a magical home, looked sick. Hermione, like Ron, had loving parents and couldn't fathom why parents could do that to their children. Sometimes, I suppose, it was better I had been sent to an orphanage.

Turning back to my brother and boyfriend, Harry had finally calmed my brother down and was holding him closely. I hadn't seen where Prongs flung himself at Harry. It tore at my heart that this devastated him like this. Harry turned his head and motioned for me to come over. I stood, shakily, to my feet and walked over to them.

I watched as he cancelled the Privacy Charm and I finally heard Prong's sobs. Easing himself away from my brother, we switched spots and I cradled my brother close to me. After a long while, he finally slowed down and looked up at me.

"Why haven't you told me this?"

"I wasn't ready. I'm still not. I'm sorry you had to learn this way. I was secretly hoping that they could at least behave for a few hours, but I was wrong. I was wrong to invite them." I apologized.

"No, I would have found out sooner or later." he assured me. His emerald eyes sparkling with the new unshed tears.

The sky was slowly starting to darken around us and I turned my head to gaze into Harry's blue eyes. He gave me a tight smile but he looked at the slowly setting sun. "Alyssa, we must be going. Their parents will start to get worried."

I nodded at him and looked at Prongs who nodded as well. We all walked over toward Ron and Hermione who were waiting patiently. "Do you have your trunks?"

"Shrunken and in our pockets." Hermione said.

"We need to get going. There are parents I must speak too." I said reaching into my robes to find my own trunk. Setting it down on the ground, I used Engorgio to make it full size again. Popping it open, I reached in a grabbed three gifts. Handing it to everyone, they looked at me in confusion. "Well, open it."

Ripping their packages open, they looked at me seeing books. "Dear Merlin you three." I said with a touch of exasperation. Behind me, Harry snickered. "Those are the same kind of journal I own. It will help make these next few weeks easier." A chorus of thanks was sent my way as I dug into my trunk again and procured my Potter robes. Easing out of my graduation robes, I placed them as well as my diploma in my trunk. Harry helped me into my robes and I shrunk my trunk again.

Looking at the crowd of us again, I motioned for them to follow us out the Pitch. Taking Harry's hand I felt the warmth of the early summer sun heating my robes. I had missed the boat ride over the lake to indicate that I had graduated. It didn't sadden me too much. I didn't cross it as a first year either. Stopping in front of the school, I looked it over once and realize that this year has flown by too quickly for me. I had learned a lot, reconnected with my past and now I am looking forward to my future.

Reaching Hogsmeade, Harry pulled a Portkey from his robes and activated it. Everyone grabbed hold of it and we were all jerked back to King's Cross-on the magical side. Ron and Hermione pulled their trunks from their robes and we returned them full size. They pocketed their new gifts and took off their robes. It was a smart move since we would be in Muggle London. Doing the same to my trunk, Harry, Prongs and I stashed our robes in mine. Shrinking it again, I placed it in my pockets.

"Let's go talk to some parents, eh?" I smirked at them. First group was the Weasley's. A woman, who I assume was Ron's mother, marched over to us and started berating the three teens after she gave them all a hug. Looking at me and Harry, he nudged me gently snickering. I shot him a glare which he diffused.

"Mum, chill out. We're fine. Things just ran longer than normal." Ron protested. She gave him a stern look and I shrank from it.

"Mrs Weasley, I'm Alyssa Potter and I want to invite Ron over to Potter Manor for the last two weeks of summer. If that is alright with you and your husband." I asked formally.

"Please mum? Please can I go?" Ron begged. Mrs Weasley eyed me carefully but sighed.

"Oh, alright. Will there be any adults there?" she asked.

"I will be there. As well as two other permanent guests." I replied giving her a smile. She nodded and Ron and Prongs gave a smile a thumbs up. "If you like, we can meet back up two days before the term is supposed to start so everyone can go school shopping?"

"That sounds fine dearie. What will you be doing since you graduated?"

"I will be going to Healer school in the fall." I told her. Someone else, who looked like Ron's father, waved us down.

"We must be going. Ronald say goodbye…"

"Goodbye…" Ronald parroted his mother. He had a chorus of snickers which he shot us an evil look. We watched them disappear through the platform. Looking at Hermione, I nudged her and she walked through the platform as well. Prongs, Harry and I followed.

Stepping through, the brightness of the station was a bit blinding. Hermione must have spotted her parents because she rushed over to them. We followed her and soon were standing in front of two Muggles with a very nice BMW.

"Mum, Dad this is Harry Potter from school, his sister, Alyssa and her boyfriend, Harry Wales." I preferred Hermione's way of introduction rather than Ron's. We all said our hellos and I could tell they were looking suspiciously at my brother. I suppressed a chuckle when she latched onto his arm.

"Mr & Mrs Granger, I would like to invite Hermione to Potter Manor at the last two weeks of August. My brother and I will be away until August 11th. There will be our Godfather and Uncle there as well. If that is alright with you?"

Unlike Ron, Hermione didn't beg. "Where is at? Potter Manor?" Mr. Granger asked.

"Northumberland. But that's all I can tell you. It's unplottable, meaning it's a very safe and secure location. She will be very well protected while she's there."

"And you say that there are two other adults that will be there?" Mrs. Granger asked as well.

I nodded at them. "There will be. I probably won't return until August 13th or 14th. It's my birthday weekend. I'll be eighteen. My last hoorah before I head off to Healer school." This seemed to appease them.

"As long as she gets all her homework done…" Her father teased. Hermione blushed and shook her head at her father.

"I'll come by when we return on August 11th to retrieve her. Until then...have a good summer hols Hermione." We watched as she and Prongs hugged tightly and she promised to write him. They left us standing there at King's Cross as the setting sun being to sink below the horizon. I sighed and turned to Harry and Prongs. "You two ready to go? It's a mighty big summer for all of us."

They nodded and we turned to head back through the Platform. Apparating back to Potter Manor, I smiled at the sight of being home with my real family with me.

Summer story will be worked on soon enough. If you like this one stay tuned for "Harry Potter & the Lost Potter: Summer hols"…. Until then!

To everyone who has read this, I sincerley appreciate it. This was my first stab at HP & I hope I did well. I will be taking a small break to start on my own OC novel, but never fear, I will be doing research on the side for Summer Hols. xoxox