HEY GUYS! So here's the thing, Willow is not gone for good. ;) A bunch of Willow Fans and myself are going to write a conjoined fanfic-of-a-fanfic about Alternate Ending 1 of The Other Potter. So, now I'll post that finale chapter thingo. 

Anyway, it might take a while between uploads because there's HEAPS of us to work with, but they'll totally be worth it ;)

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My legs swayed beneath me as I walked down the steps. My hands shook violently. I ambled out the doors of the entrance hall. Silent tears streaming down my cut and bruised face. I was going to die – no this was worse than death. I was going to be erased from history; memory; thought; existence. I was going to be gone from the universe.

“Willow! Psst! Over here.” Someone called. Their face was covered by a veil as they peered at me from behind a corner.

“I’m busy.”

“Don’t be a dickhead.” They said exasperatedly. “You’re about to die, just let me talk to you first.”

Startled, I walked over to the person.

“Who are you? How do you know?”

“Come over here.” She pulled me by my arm to a place more concealed. It was behind half a knocked over wall. She pulled off the dark veil and stared at me. She was familiar, but unfamiliar. “Do you understand now?”

“No. What the fuck, you’re wasting my time –“

“Willow, for fuck’s sake. I’m you.”

I stared at the woman’s face.

“No you’re too old to be me.”

“Bitch. I am you.”

“No. My day has been too confusing. Fuck it. I’m going to the forest –“

“Shut up and hear me out.”

“Okay!”

“Right, I’m going to send you back in time, twenty three years. You get to live out some more of a life. And then, you come back here, right, on this day in this month at this time, and you then go to kill Voldemort.”

“Oh...No, I don’t get it.”

“Okay, dumbass, twenty three years ago, I was fighting in the battle of Hogwarts, when I found out that I was a blob of shit and had to die. And then, an older version of myself appeared and offered for me to go back in time. I’m giving you a gift, Willow. I’m granting you more time.”

“But I want more time here – with George and my family.”

“Get over it princess.” She jabbed me in the chest with her wand. “This is going to hurt.” She smiled grimly. “Now, try to stop this whole apocalypse thing from happening, would ya? Do a better Job than me!”

“What?”

“The butterfly effect! Do dumb shit and form a better future. Don’t sleep with your parents. PRIORI GRACETIUM!”

“What?”

I felt as though my entire body was being compressed. I was going to puke.

Suddenly it stopped, and I was standing in Hogwarts grounds. But the sky was a dark blue, glittered with stars. The building was intact. The air was fresh.

I, however, was still covered in blood, slime, dirt, and god-knows-what-else. I decided to check up on the Great Hall, just to see whether there was a line of dead bodies inside. What I saw...well, let’s just say it wasn’t quite what I expected.

About a thousand heads turned my way when I pushed open the double doors dramatically.

“Oh shit.” I said flatly as the entire staff stood up with their wands pointed toward me. “Um, I thought there were dead people in here?”

“Is that what you were intending to do?” Dumbledore(?) asked severely. There is a question mark there because his beard was a fair amount shorter. Oh, and you know. He dead. “Leave bodies lying across the hall?

“Um, no...” I said uncomfortably, my voice carrying across the hall to every terrified student. “I’m meant to be at the Battle of Hogwarts.”

“Is that a threat?” Dumbledore asked me.

“No, like, what’s going on? You’re dead.”

“That’s a threat.” McGonagall with black hair said, raising her wand to position.

“I’m so confused.” I said, and I strolled over to the Gryffindor table.

“STAY AWAY FROM THE STUDENTS!” McGonagall shouted.

“Relax, I’m just hungry.”

“Cannibalism?!” I heard a few people whisper.

“Wait.” I heard Dumbledore murmur. He wanted to know what was going on. So did I. What the hell.

I picked up a few pieces of pie, and looked up at everyone.

“There’s no reason to be scared. I’m just as confused as you are –“I dropped my pie.

I saw August.

What the fuck.

Next to him was a young Lupin, Sirius, Wormtail and My father.

What the fuck.

To the other side sat Lily Evans and Alice Longbottom.

“Nope.” I said loudly and left the hall.

I was followed by Dumbledore.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in this school?”

“I’m Willow Potter, I’m from the future. I save the world from Lord Voldemort, but then I get erased from memory. It’s complicated, but I bring you back to life. You should be grateful.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“This conversation is best continued in your office. I can give you my wand if it makes you feel more secure.”

“Keep your wand. My powers are more extraordinary than yours.”

“I fucking bet.”I scoffed. Idiot.

“Excuse me?”

“Never mind, homie.”

We reached his office and walked inside.

“Sit.” I sat. He sat too. “So you’re our saviour from the future?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged.

“You save us during ‘the battle of hogwarts’?”

“I was meant to, yeah.”

“Meant to?”

“Well, this bitch came up to me and was like ‘Hey, I’m you, I’m sending you back in time so you can live your life and I’ll die now.’ It’s totally convoluted.”

“It sounds unbelievable.”

“Try living it.”

“Tell me something so I know you aren’t lying.”

 “What? Tell you something about the future that you know nothing about?”

“Exactly.”

“How would that help you in any way?”

“We shall find out.”

“Alright-y then. I am the love child of James Potter and Lily Evans. They did the do. Their son, my brother, Harry, was part of this prophecy thing, and Severus Snape heard Sybill Trelawney when she was making the prophecy – she was telling you – and then so he went to Lord Voldemort. But Voldy was like ‘aha! It is the Potter child!’ and Snape shat himself because he loved Lily, and Lily would die. So Snape comes to you, and becomes a double agent, but it’s all in vain because the Potter’s secret keeper for their location – there was a spell they used like f something but I can’t remember it. – was Sirius Black, but he was like ‘oh shit no, the Death Eaters would come and torture it out of me, because they’d expect it to be me’ so he passes secret keepership to Peter Pettigrew, who was actually an undercover agent of Voldemort’s and he gave away the Potter’s location and then Voldemort goes in and kills James, then Lily, and then tried to kill Harry, but his curse rebounded and killed himself – PLOTTWIST – Harry then became a Horcrux, so part of Voldemort’s soul was inside him. –“ I finally took a breath. “Want me to go on?”

Dumbledore sat there in stunned silence.

“Yeah, it’s totally convoluted.” I nodded.

 “I do believe you,” Dumbledore said finally. “But we need to give you a new name. ‘Willow Potter’ isn’t very conspicuous. I will call you Jane Smith –“

“Fuck off. I’m Willow. I will forever be Willow. Don’t change that now, bucko.” I stared at him, and he looked really confused.

“Okay, Willow Smith –“

“I’m the fucking world saviour! Don’t call me Smith, that’s like a pop-star name. Gimme something unique!”

Dumbledore frowned at me.

“Besides, people are going to ask questions. You need a fully planned out cover story.” I shrugged, mostly because I wanted a nice place to live for the next twenty three years rather than I had for the previous sixteen.

Dumbledore frowned and threw a handful of floo powder in the fire place.

“Aberforth,” he called. And his brother walked through the grate.

“What?”Aberforth said, scratching his head. “I’ve got a busy pub to attend to, Brother.”

“I’m aware, this needn’t take long.” He sighed. “This is Willow, she is a hero from the future.”

He nodded in my general direction.

“I actually know you in the future,” I piped in. “We’re friends. Like total biffles.”

I was ignored.

“I need a favour.”

“Whatever you need, Albus, I am always willing to help you.”

Wow, their relationship was non-existent when I was around...

“This is your daughter, Willow Dumbledore. You homeschooled her, because you frown upon my form of education, but ever since she has become addicted to drugs, she has been hallucinating, and you have decided to send her to Hogwarts.”

“Okay.” Aberforth looked at me. “What’s your name again?”

“Willow.” I smiled.

“Right. Well, I’ll set a room up for you, anyhow. You’re welcome whenever. Wait-“ he looked me up and down. “What house are you in?”

“Um, Well, I’m meant to get sorted into Gryffindor in like sixteen years or so.”

“Good. Stay a Gryffindor.” He walked back through the fireplace.

“Wow, he was so nice. Oh my god.”

“Is he not, in the future?”

“Well, his pub sort of isn’t popular after a bit and I think he gets bitter. He comes around in the end though.”

“How do I die?”

“You’re a greedy, power hungry dick, who puts on some cursed ring.” I looked him in the face. “Only a handful of us know you’re a douche though, because you had Snape kill you.”

“This is so bizarre.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“You’re actually from the future?”

“Wow, you really put the ‘dumb’ in Dumbledore, don’t you?”I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Let’s rejoin the feast.”

I don’t know what is happening.

But I have a second chance.

Who’d blow that?

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