Leila awoke once more. Her head was throbbing. The truth of the matter was that it all seemed so much to take in. Living in a different world? A world where her parents were alive. It seemed too good to be true, it probably was. But if there was one thing Leila was good at, it was compartmentalizing. She couldn't have another breakdown like earlier. Not if she planned on getting to the bottom of things. She also needed to act like nothing was the matter as to not raise any suspicions of the people around her. She hadn't done too well with that thus far.

Once again, she was in bed only this time the woman...her mother was at her bedside. She was holding a wet cloth on Leila's head, pushing tendrils of hair from Leila's face, and humming. When the woman noticed that Leila was awake, she softly smiled at her. "Sometimes the Muggle way is just as efficient." She dabbed Leila's face with the cloth before resting it on her forehead again.

Something stirred within Leila. Her brow furrowed. She had memories of this woman: going to Diagon Alley, cooking, reading...and many, many others. They weren't Leila's memories, but they certainly felt like they could be hers. An L shaped pendant swung from the woman's neck. Leila recognized it because it was hers...or at least it once had been. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around the silver pendant. She then looked at the woman wearing it. "Mum?" she barely croaked.

Lily smiled. "There's my sweet girl," Lily whispered softly. She wrapped one of her hands and Leila's and squeezed. "You sure gave your father and me a good fright." Lily shook her head and chuckled. "How are you feeling, darling?"

"My head hurts," Leila admitted, releasing her hand from the pendant. "And everything is a bit fuzzy."

"Your memories, you mean?"

Leila nodded her head.

Lily nodded hers. "That's to be expected after what happened." She dabbed Leila's face with the cloth again.

Leila's brow furrowed. "What happened?" She tried to sit up, but Lily's hand held her back.

"Not now, Leila Mae. Right now you need to focus your energy on getting better. Otherwise, you won't be headed to the World Cup and we both know how much you want to go to that." Lily looked at Leila rather suspiciously.

Embarrassed, Leila looked away and slumped back against her pillows. "Who's playing?" she asked, trying to make small talk with the mother she never knew. It was quite a thing to process, talking with her mother. Her mother caring for her as a mother should. While she was almost certain that a shoe was going to drop at some point, she was going to try to enjoy it for now.

"Ireland and Bulgaria, of course," James Potter said from his daughter's doorway. He smiled at his daughter before he walked in and stood at the end of her bed.

"Again?" Leila asked. She could have sworn that she saw that the World Cup had been cancelled due to Death Eater rampages. "They played each other four years ago."

"Sweetheart, four years ago, Scotland suffered bitter defeat to Canada."

Leila's brow furrowed. "That was in 1990."

"Yes, four years ago." Lily looked back at James and gave him a stern look. James cleared his throat. "How are you feeling, Leila?"

Leila sat there frozen, staring ahead and blinking slowly. Not only had she somehow ended up in a place where her family was still alive, but it was also almost four years prior. 1994. How the bloody hell? Leila closed her eyes and told herself not to panic. It would be no use to panic. Panicking wouldn't do her any good.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Don't panic.

"Sweetheart?" Lily said as she rubbed Leila's arm. "Sweetheart, are you feeling well?"

"It's just my...head," Leila said, her eyes still closed. "Just...just dizzy." She hoped that it was a believable enough lie. It wasn't like she could tell them what was really bothering her. That would go over really well. Hey Mum and Dad, where I'm from you're dead...it's almost four years later...and oh yeah, I threw myself in front of a Killing Curse. Yeah, just what any parent would love to hear.

"I told you not to over-exert her, James," Lily chastised her husband.

James groaned. "We were talking about Quidditch, Lils. A topic which you started, by the way."

Lily rolled her eyes at her husband before she returned her attention to her daughter. Leila wasn't sure what to make of all the attention...let alone her own mother's attention. It wasn't something she was very well versed in. But she liked it. This was something she had always craved and it was fully meeting her expectation.

"How about some pumpkin juice?" Lily asked. Leila nodded her head. Lily turned toward James. "Will you please go get Leila some pumpkin juice? And check on the boys please, they're far too quiet for my liking."

James smirked at his wife. "I'm sure they're not doing anything I wouldn't do."

"That's what scares me," Lily deadpanned.

James shook his head and walked over to Leila. He gently tousled his daughter's hair before he bent down and kissed the top of her head. "I'll be right back, Leila," he told her.

Leila's eyes misted and she found herself choking up. She couldn't remember ever hearing those words from her parents. She had been only a little over a year old when they had died. Never had she heard such simple words spoken so lovingly. They were simple words, said quite frequently. But to Leila, they meant much more. They meant that he was planning to come back to her.

James looked at his daughter curiously. "You alright, Leils?"

Leila smiled and nodded her head. James didn't look completely convinced but he left anyway. A few seconds later there was a loud banging noise from another room. Instinctively, Leila tried to shield herself with one arm while reaching for her wand with another. But once again, she couldn't find her wand.

Lily noticed the look of panic on Leila's face. She reached out and grabbed her daughter's hand. "It's okay, Leila. It's probably one, or more, of your brothers." With her other hand, Lily brushed Leila's curls behind her ear. Lily smiled at Leila, whose brow was furrowed. "Sweetheart, what is it?"

Brothers. She had said, brothers. Leila had only ever known one brother: Harry. She had never had other siblings before. The prospect was somewhat terrifying. What were they like? Would like her? There was a pang in her heart. Harry. Would Harry be the same? Would he be like her Harry? Was he her Harry? She hadn't stayed to see if Harry went back or went on with her. She didn't know. It was more likely that he went back to fight, but still, he also had the option.

"Leila," Lily said getting her daughter's attention. "What's the matter."

Leila blinked slowly and looked at her mother. "Where-where's my wand?" she asked. Although she supposed that could have been a stupid question. What if she was a Squib in this world? Although the Gryffindor wall-hangings told her otherwise, it was still a slight possibility. Then again, the fact that she was Gryffindor-obsessed was quite a change. In her world, she had been a Slytherin. She wondered if she had been a hat-stall in his world too...or the other Leila...if that's what had happened. It was all quite confusing and honestly, she wasn't sure she would get the answers she wanted. Leila had been so lost in her thoughts that she had missed Lily's explanation.

Lily gently grabbed her daughter's face and turned her head so that they were looking at each other. "Did you hear what I told you?" Sheepishly, Leila shook her head. "Your father and I are holding onto your wand for now. We'll give it back when we think you're feeling up to things. We don't want you over-doing things. You forget that we know you."

No, you don't,Leila thought. You have no idea the things I've been through, the things I've seen. Her bottom lip quivered. "I-I would feel more comfortable with it. Just in case," Leila said.

"Leila, you know you can always talk to me."

No, I can't. But Leila simply nodded her head. Lily waited for Leila to say something more, but she didn't. Lily sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get more out of her daughter. She had heard that the teenage years were the hardest, but she had always been close to Leila.

Lily sighed once more. "Your Father and I will talk about it, sweetheart."

Leila nodded her head and cast her glance upward. It wasn't the reaction Lily had expected. She had expected more of a fight from Leila on the matter. She could tell that something was bothering her daughter, but she didn't have an opportunity to ask more because James walked in. For this, Leila was grateful.

James carried the small girl from earlier in one arm and a goblet of pumpkin juice in the other hand. His hair looked a little more disheveled and his clothes were splattered in red. Lily looked at him curiously when another banging noise resounded. "Andrew and Charlus are at it again," James sighed as he handed the goblet over to Leila who was still in a recoiled position. She tried to make it look like she hadn't been as she grabbed the goblet and began to drink.

Lily chewed her bottom lip as she looked at Leila. But when the third banging noise came, Lily groaned and threw her hands up in exasperation. "Sometimes I think you encourage this behavior," she directed toward her husband.

"It's harmless fun, Lils," James chuckled.

"Is that what our professors thought?" Lily quickly retorted back, folding her arms across her chest. "Harmless fun doesn't land one in detention that frequently, James Potter."

James sat down and bounced the young girl on his knee. He smirked at Lily. "If I recall correctly, you had your fair share of detentions seventh year too." He winked.

Lily blushed but managed to remain collected. "It was only once."

James shook his head with a smile on his face. "Twice actually. One for the broom cupboard on the third floor and…"

"James Potter! Not in front of our daughters!" Lily looked absolutely mortified which made James throw his head back and laugh. "I mean it!"

"Ivy has no idea what we're talking about and I'm sure Leila's ran into a snogging couple or two in the castle."

Leila's face flushed in embarrassment but she was also mesmerized by her parent's banter. It was actually quite adorable. She also realized that the little girl she had scared-off earlier was apparently her sister, Ivy. Leila looked at the little girl whose arms were wrapped around James's neck and her head buried in the crook of his neck. She was looking at Leila. Leila smiled at her. She had always wanted a sister.

There was another banging noise.

"James Potter," Lily groaned under her breath before she marched out of the room.

James watched Lily walk away before he looked between his daughters. "She probably wants me to go with her, huh?" Leila chuckled and Ivy nodded her head vigorously. James smiled before he set Ivy down on the end of Leila's bed. He kissed the top of Ivy's head and tousled Leila's hair. With that, he followed after Lily leaving Leila alone with the Ivy.

Leila watched the little girl in front of her, who watched her right back, and Leila couldn't help but notice their similarities. They had the same nose. They both had freckles. They had similar chins. Ivy couldn't be more than seven. It was strange seeing someone besides Harry look anything like her. Leila shifted in her bed. "So...Ivy?"

The little girl nodded her head. Leila wasn't sure how to phrase this. She had met her parents, a younger sister, and there were apparently two other younger brothers. The only one she hadn't heard anything about was Harry. Judging from the photograph on the wall, which couldn't have been more than a year old, Harry was in the picture...or at least he had been. She needed to know. She needed to know whether Harry had made the jump with her. That would help her determine how she should proceed.

Leila cleared her throat. "Ivy, where's Harry?"

Author's Note: And another one bites the dust! Here's another chapter! :) Thank you to everyone who made the jump with me into this AU! So, which Harry do you think we'll run into? Do you think Voldemort exists? Just curious on your predictions!

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