Chapter 1

Twenty-five year old Harry Potter rolled over so that he was lying on his back with a groan. It seemed like every muscle in his body just ached and screamed. He could easily tell that he was magically exhausted. He sat up with a grunt and looked at the body that lay before him. It was the body of his lifetime enemy, Voldemort. That is to say that the lightning from his Elemental Mage abilities left him in chunks on the ground.

He didn't even have it in him to feel elated by the victory. For some reason the victory seemed to ring hollow for Harry. He had lost too much too soon to feel the elation that most people would have felt after destroying the most feared Dark Lord in history. Then again, Harry had to admit that he sure as hell wasn't most people.

He did look around the Quidditch Field that stood before Hogwarts. This was the final battle, and he had won. But as he looked at all of the students that lay dead on the field all he could do was silently weep. Twenty five feet away from him was the cold body of his wife, Hermione. It seemed like she looked so peaceful now. She was a living Terror in the battle until Voldemort took her out.

She was also the last friend he had. Ron and the Weasleys died in a massive Deatheater attack on the Burrow. It was a few months after that that he and Hermione got together. It was also at about that time that the Headmaster thought it was time to train him. Not only did he train Harry and Hermione, he also brought in Nicholas Flamel and his wife Perenelle.

For five years Harry and Hermione were under an Apprenticeship to the Headmaster and the Flamels. He still could not believe all that he learned from the three of them. Especially the Flamels. Nicholas was the heir of Ravenclaw after all. He had a library that was huge and it had spells in it that were long thought lost. Hermione and he sucked up the knowledge like they were a sponge. Each of them probably learned thousands of spells apiece from that large library.

Hermione had made it to the Grand Sorceress level before she had died. Oh she was ever proud of herself. She had the power to back up the spells that she knew and she was down right frightening on the battle field. None of that mattered now though, his wife Hermione was now dead. Harry found little comfort in the fact that he had avenged her.

Harry then just realized that he was bleeding pretty heavily from the cut on his upper thigh. He could tell by the blood flow that he would die if he let it keep bleeding like it was. However, he decided that there wasn't much of a point in living anyway.

His last thoughts as he bled out were he hoped to see his friends again.

"It is time for you to wake up, Harry Potter." It was a female that had a vibrant voice that was speaking.

Harry groaned as his sleepy mind caught up with him. He was standing in a very big room and there was a large light in front of him that was just floating there. The last thing that he remembered was using his Elemental Mage abilities on Voldemort. The nasty fucker still managed to get a cutting hex in though and it went across his leg and caught an artery, causing him to bleed furiously. The last thing that he saw was Voldemort exploding from all of the lightning that he sent through him and then he passed out from blood loss.

This was the afterlife, right? The only thing that he knew for sure was that he was in a very large room with a voice that was coming out of no where. He was starting to freak out a bit, but he managed to keep his emotions in check through his Occlumency.

Then all of the sudden the light flashed brightly and there was a woman standing in its place. Harry just stood there in shock at seeing this woman. She was everything that he thought of as beauty. She had long fire red hair and looked to be about his age. However, when he looked into the woman's eyes they seemed ancient.

"So I guess this means that I really am dead. Where are we? This doesn't seem like heaven or hell. And who are you?" The questions seemed to come out of his mouth in a rush. He was a little nervous as it was.

The woman gave Harry a smile and finally spoke. "My name is not important, however you can think of me as the person who decides what to do with some of the dead. I know of everything that you have done in your life, Harry Potter. It's because of this that I believe the fates have been too Harsh with you. I am here to give you a second chance, if you wish it.

"Let me tell you more about this second chance. In it you will wake up in an alternate dimension where the younger you will be replaced by you since he was going to die of an aneurism anyway. You will basically replace him.

"I also have to tell you that you will still be living with the Dursleys. However, you will have a twin sister that will be living with you. You and this sister will have a very strong bond. In fact, the bond is so strong that you will share memories. You will also still be the boy who lived."

"There is another thing that you should consider. You will not suffer from malnutrition. In fact you will be in absolute perfect shape for a seventeen year old. There is also something you should know. Hogwarts does not start until you turn seventeen. In that world it is an adult only school. Therefore, you can do magic right away when you get there."

Harry stood there almost in shock. This was a dream come true. He would get to be with friends again. On one hand he would like to not accept and go to where his parents and friends were in the afterlife. On the other hand, being given a second chance to relive some things and do them different was very appealing.

"I accept, when do we go?"

"Now remember that there are a lot of different things in the world that you are going to. So be careful in what you do. You will still have the same amount of magic. As for going, all I have to do is snap my fingers. Are you ready?"

Harry nodded and she snapped her fingers.

Harry woke up in bed with a gasp. He sat up and couldn't believe how light he felt he was. Looking down at his hands, they no longer had the scars he got from the war. Harry looked around the room and noticed that it was still dark in there. Holding up one finger he muttered the light spell. He walked over to the mirror that was on his dresser. He let out a gasp at what he saw.

He was about seventeen years old again.

It was then that he looked around the room. It was definitely the Dursleys second bedroom. The only thing different was the fact that there was a second bed in the room with him. He looked around the room and noticed that there was not anyone in the room with him. He came to the conclusion that his sister must be in another room, probably the bathroom. That made him pause. He actually had a sister!

It was then that memories that were not his own started to flood his brain. They were his sister's memories. He started to relive everything that she went through at the Dursleys at a very fast rate. He gasped in pain as all the memories were physically shoved into his brain. Then he felt something. It was a connection. He was connected to his sister. He could feel her emotions.

She felt sad. Sad that she had lost her brother. Yet she was elated that she still had a form of the same brother. She was most certainly curious as to what her new brother was like. She already had all of his memories so she wasn't that curious.

It was then that the door to the bedroom slowly opened and in walked a younger version of himself. Only female. She was a raven haired goddess that was so beautiful it made his dick twitch. She was only wearing a night gown and her figure was just killer. It was freaky to look at from his prospective. He knew that this was his other half. He could feel it, their souls were connected. He knew in his heart that he would do whatever it took to keep his sister safe.

"So, you're my sister," he stated with a soft voice.

Lily Potter looked at her brother with something that was kin to awe. She had got all of his memories when she was in the bathroom. He had been through so much it was incredible. Magic was real! Her brother was a master of it. He knew so many spells it was mind boggling. He had been through so much. She truly felt sorry for him.

"Wow," was all she could form with her mouth. Then she reached out and pulled him into a hug. A very tight hug.

He grinned and hugged her back. His mind was racing. She was perfect. He couldn't ask for a better sister. He had to do something. They couldn't stay at the Dursleys; he had gotten enough of them the first time around.

When he broke the hug he noticed there was something in his back pocket. He reached for it and grinned when his hand closed around the familiar wood of his wand. He also felt that he had a few galleons in his back pocket. This would make things so much easier. He pulled out his wand and felt the familiar power course through him. With this they would have a much easier time getting out of here.

"Why are you grinning like that, Harry?" she asked with a very curious expression.

"How would you like to leave here?"

"You mean it? Today?"

"Absolutely. We could call the Knight Bus and be in Diagon Alley by morning. Which isn't that far off," he stated as he looked out the window. The first rays of dawn were coming in.

"And I could get a wand?" She asked with an excited air.

"Damn straight. And with my memories you are going to have one hell of an advantage." He replied with a grin. That reminded him of something. He didn't want Dumbledore or Snape reading his sister's surface thoughts and finding out that he was not from here. "There's something that I need you to do before we leave though."

"What's that?"

"I need you to Occlude your mind in case we run into anyone that can read your thoughts. I don't want anyone to know where I'm from."

Lily squinted her eyes and Harry could feel the walls in her mind go up. He still felt connected to her but not nearly as much. He really didn't like to feel less connected with his sister but knew that it was necessary. He went ahead and used passive Legilimency on her and found that he couldn't. She now had rock hard shields that was every bit as good as his were. And his were perfect.

"Excellent. Now you need to get dressed so we can go to the Knight Bus."

He blushed scarlet when she just pulled off her night gown in one fluid movement. Her figure and breasts was so magnificent that his cock was rock hard. He turned his back to her and listened as she went through the dresser looking for clothes. It took a while and she tripped once.

"Shit. Fuck. Damn it."

His eyebrows rose from the words. He looked over his memories and knew that she had never cursed like that before. So that led him to believe that it must be his memories influencing her. He felt a bit guilty about that, but not much. He mostly felt guilty because of the great amusement that he felt when she cursed.