"No." George moaned. He lay across his Fred's chest, waiting for it to breathe in, but it didn’t. "I can’t do it alone."

He was pushed off his brother, as Fred sat up.

"Fred?!" George said in shock. "You're...You’re alive?"

"Apparently." Fred said, staring at his hands in shock.

"You fuck! You arsehole! You - You!" George shouted in disbelief. "I thought you were dead you son of a -”

"George, shh," Ginny whispered.

"I will not be silent-"

"No, look."

George looked around the room and saw people awakening everywhere. All the dead. All the dead were alive. Lavender Brown sat up, perfectly fine and healthy as she had been a day ago – despite having her arm mauled off by a werewolf. Somehow, it had grown back and she looked healthier than ever.

“’Mione?” Ron whispered into her hair as she wept on his shoulder.

“It’s okay Ron.” Hermione sobbed. “She saved us – Willow saved us.”

“Who?” said the entire Weasley family, who had been listening.

“Willow. You know Willow.”

“Yeah, Willow Potter – Harry’s sister.” Fred added.

“I don’t know any Willows.” Mr. Weasley shook his head.

“It sounds awfully familiar.” George mumbled.

“What did she sing in the thing?!” Hermione said suddenly.

“Oh, shit.” Fred said, wracking his brain.

“Stars shining bright above you – night breezes seem to whisper, I love you –“ The now living Luna sang from behind them.

“Birds singing in the sycamore tree,” Hermione continued.

“Dream a little dream of me,”

“STARS FADING, BUT I LINGER ON DEAR!” Lupin burst into song, and was a surprisingly good singer. “STILL CRAVING YOUR KISS! I’M LONGING, TO LINGER TIL DAWN DEAR – JUST SAYING THIS –“

“Oh!” George said suddenly. “My Willow, I remember.”

Unbeknownst to them, a teenage girl began to stir in a forest.

“What?” She said, staring at the forest around her. She looked down at her bloodied clothes in alarm. “What?!”

She stood up, rubbing her head in confusion, before a high-pitched ringing noise ran through the area. She clutched her ears as a voice of cold hatred rang across the grounds.

“Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anybody who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

She started to stumble out of the clearing, into the direction of the voice.

Outside the school, where there were once lovely green grounds, stood the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Holding a dead Harry Potter in his arms, stood Hagrid, crying on the side of the enemy.

People cried out as they realised their saviour was lost.

Neville Longbottom stood forward in protest, the sorting hat upon his head.

“Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me,” said Voldemort, and with a flick of his wand, he caused the Sorting Hat to burst into flames.

Screams split the dawn, and Neville was aflame, rooted to the spot, unable to move.

And then many things happened at the same moment.

They heard uproar from the distant boundary of the school as what sounded like hundreds of people came swarming over the out-of-sight walls and pelted toward the castle, uttering loud war cries. At the same time, Grawp came lumbering around the side of the castle and yelled, “HAGGER!” His cry was answered by roars from Voldemort’s giants: They ran at Grawp like bull elephants, making the earth quake. Then came hooves and the twangs of bows, and arrows were suddenly falling amongst the Death Eaters, who broke ranks, shouting their surprise.

In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of the Body-Bind Curse upon; the flaming hat fell off him and he drew from its depths something silver, with a glittering, rubied handle—

The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar of the oncoming crowd or the sounds of the clashing giants or of the stampeding centaurs, and yet it seemed to draw every eye. With a single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake’s head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall, and Voldemort’s mouth was open in a scream of fury that nobody could hear, and the snake’s body thudded to the ground at his feet—

Then, over the screams and the roars and the thunderous stamps of the battling giants, Hagrid’s yell came loudest of all.

“HARRY!” Hagrid shouted. “HARRY—WHERE’S HARRY?”

Chaos reigned.

By the time the girl had finally found her way out of the forest, she heard cheering coming from inside the half=destroyed building. She walked inside, uncertainly, and saw what looked to her like a deformed man lying dead.

She gasped and stepped backwards, running into someone. Stifling a scream, she turned around.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled to them, trying to walk away.

“It’s alright, Will!” George Weasley said happily. “Where did you go before?”

“Sorry? I don’t understand.”

“Willow, are you alright?” George said uncertainly. She blinked dizzily and passed out. “HELP!” George shouted frantically. “SOMEONE HELP!”

She woke up in a bed, in the very recently rebuilt Hospital Wing. Apart from her, the ward was free from patients. However, it was full of her worried family. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George were by her immediate bedside. The rest of the Weasleys had congregated in the corner with Luna, Lupin, Tonks and Sirius, who were all newly alive, due to Willow’s sacrifice.

“Will?” Harry gasped as her eyes opened. “Are you okay?”

“Where am I?” she said, concentrating on keeping her breathing normal.

“You’re in the hospital wing.” Hermione answered, looking at her friend with worried eyes.

“Where?”

“The NEW hospital wing,” Ron added. “It looks different because they just rebuilt it for you...After all you’ve done for us all...”

She didn’t say anything, but her eyes darted to everyone’s face, absorbing the details of them all.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Harry asked, looking concerned.

“I...” She struggled for the right words, and stared at them all again.

“You don’t remember, do you?” George whispered. “You don’t know who we are.”

“I don’t know who I am.” She said uncomfortably.

“What?” said Harry, Ron, Hermione and Fred together.

“I don’t know who I am.” She repeated, more to herself than to anyone else. “How did you know?” She asked George.

“I don’t know.” He lied. He could see the unfamiliarity in her eyes as she looked at him.

“You called me Willow. Is that my name?”

“You don’t know who you are?” Lupin said suddenly from across the room.

She nodded and the entire crowd walked over, making her feel intimidated.

“Your name is Willow Potter,” Harry began. “You’re born on the 23rd of July, 1981. You’re my little sister. Our parents died when you were three months old. They were killed by Lord Voldemort. He died trying to kill me, but our parents did a spell which transported you to another family. No one knew you were my sister for 12 years. It’s complicated.”

“What was the other family? Who were they?” Willow asked, trying to absorb every bit of information, trying to remember.

“Uh,” Harry said uncomfortably. “Hermione, your turn.”

“Thanks.” She said spitefully. “Okay, uh. You became a Malfoy. They adopted you, but they weren’t very nice. They more or less tortured you for ten years. Um, yeah. But then you came to Hogwarts – This school. And we became friends and then there was a mountain troll, and then we befriended these two.” She gestured to Ron and Harry.

“You’re so casual about her being tortured.” Harry criticised.

“Shut up,” Hermione said, looking hurt.

“No, it’s okay.” Willow said. “I’m not really emotionally invested in it.” She shrugged. “Please go on.”

They proceeded to give her a very brief overview of her life, and told her that she’d saved the dead, but it was all to no avail. She could not remember a thing. Shortly after, the large crowd left and only Ron, Hermione, Harry and the twins remained.

“I really have no idea how to feel. I’m so confused!” She said in frustration, grabbing her face. Something cold pressed against her face, and Willow dropped her hands to look at it. “What?” She said, wide eyed, staring at her hand. “Is this – is this mine?” She stared up at everyone’s face again. “Is this mine?”

“No.” George said, unable to look at her. Fred’s hand tightened on his brother’s shoulder, and he stared at Harry to say something.

“It’s – uh – our mother’s engagement ring.” Harry said, thinking on his feet. “Yeah, uh, I didn’t mention – Dumbledore gave it to you last year when he found it. You’ve been looking after it.”

“Oh.” Willow sighed. “Thank goodness. I know you’re my brother and I know you’re my friends but...If I was in love...And I’d forgotten him...I...Never mind, you know what I mean.”

Even with Willow’s amnesia, she could tell that there was something very uncomfortable in the room.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, staring from face to face.

“Nothing.” Fred said with a smile. “We’d, ah, better let you sleep.”

Months passed and Willow did not regain her memory. She had, however, moved into an apartment with Harry. The two had become rather close, and although Harry was still upset that Willow didn’t know their history, he decided it was a clean slate and he would finally treat his sister with kindness and love, the way he should have in their younger years.

Hermione and Ron visited very often; they had their own apartment a few blocks away. They had also had become close with Willow, yet they were always put off slightly by her differences.

Although she carried the same physical features, she was different. Sometimes, the trio would forget she was a new person – when she laughed or used an old phrase that Willow had used – but a lot of the time, it was as though they were speaking to a total stranger. They missed the recognition in her eyes. They missed her sarcastic attitude towards everything. They missed her cynical remarks. They missed her randomness. Despite it irking him more than anything in the past, Harry would have given anything to hear his sister screaming out the llama song at random hours of the day.

On the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, all involved gathered inside the Great Hall for a remembrance day.

Willow caught a glimpse of George Weasley standing with his twin, and sidled over to them. They’d been present on the day she’d lost her memories, but since then, she hadn’t seen then at all.

“George, isn’t it?” Willow smiled at him. “I haven’t seen you in ages – actually a year.”

“Hi Willow.” George said in a strained voice.

“So, what have you been up to?” She asked. “I heard you run a shop or something -?”

“A joke shop actually...yeah, it’s great, uh, business is booming.”

“That’s fantastic.” She smiled, but the conversation ceased as McGonagall stood up at the front of the hall.

“Welcome back to Hogwarts.” She smiled at everyone. “On these grounds we witnessed terrible events. On these grounds our loved ones died. On these grounds they miraculously rose again. On these grounds Lord Voldemort was finally defeated. On these grounds we won. And today, we celebrate!”

Music began to play, and food tables appeared out of nowhere.

Willow turned to talk to George again, but he’d vanished. She did see him walking out of the hall though.

“Dick.” She growled, forcing her way through the crowd. How dare he? She still had questions to ask him. “Oi!” She shouted, once she was close enough to him. “Yeah, I’m speaking to you Mr. Rude.”

“Go back inside. Enjoy the festivities.” George said, turning ad walking away.

“Just speak to me, George. You were at my bedside a year ago – that means you’re important. But you haven’t spoken to me. I just want to know why.”

“Alright!” George said, facing her, and looking slightly insane. “Fine! I’ll tell you! We were in love! We were engaged! We’d been fighting a war with every inch of our being so we could survive and get married! But you went and lost your fucking memories and forgot me. How could you forget me? I gave it all to you. I GAVE YOU MY HEART, WILLOW! I GAVE YOU MY HEART AND YOU FORGOT IT!”

Willow stood there calmly; it was almost as if she knew his answer before he said it.

“I love you.” He said quietly, now moving closer to her. “I still love you, do you understand that?”

“The girl you love is dead.” Willow said. “I am no longer Willow Potter. I am a shell of that girl. Your love has not forgotten you. She died. You need to let go George.”

“How can you say that? How am I supposed to move on, when you’re wearing her face!?”

“Sometimes,” She said, and she touched his cheek so their eyes met. “It’s easier to make yourself forget it than to remember the pain of it all.”

George gasped. “You did it on purpose?”

Willow handed him a note.

It was scrawled with terrible handwriting on a scrap of parchment.

It’s too much. I can’t. I don’t want to remember this. I have glimpsed beyond the veil of death and stared into the abyss. I will not write what I know. I will only write this: I am sorry to everyone but I have to make myself forget this.

“What I think,” Willow said, “Is that she saw horrors after the sacrifice and wanted to forget it. I think the spell went awry and she lost it all. I am truly sorry for your loss George, but I know how these spells work, and I will not regain those memories. She is dead.”

“I just want to speak to her again.” George sobbed. And she did what she thought was best.

Willow hugged him, and his body felt familiar against hers.

“I love you George.” She whispered.

“I love you Willow.” He cried back.

She stepped away from him and disappeared.

She was never seen by anyone again.

 ahh, isn't this pleasant?

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also, if you didn't know, i added a little more the the last AE - like there was a bit i cbf to write, but i went back and did that. 

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