Death isn't final. At least, it wasn't for me. When my lingering soul slipped into another body, I knew that I'd have a whole new life in front of me. And frankly, I wanted this chance. I'd tried lived my life to the fullest, and I'd gone out with a bang. Literally. I'd been in a mall, casually shopping for some a new dress for my twenty-third birthday when a bomb went off, and I just went to pieces. After that agonizing experience, I really wanted more time to live. I hadn't been able to finish anything I wanted to do, and when my life ended in a flash, I regretted everything I hadn't done. I just needed more time. And this time, I'd make sure I lived with no regrets.

I was brought into a world of laughter and warm chatter. The woman holding me, presumably my mum, was cooing at me and showing me off to my two brothers.

"Look, it's your little sister, Genevieve." She said softly, affection filling her tone.

The two boys at her bedside clambered onto the bed to get a closer look at me, and my dad, who was standing next to them, smiled broadly.

"Just look at her, Isla. She's beautiful." My mum glowed happily and raised me up towards him.

"Here. Why don't you hold your new daughter?" My dad took me gently, treating me like a porcelain doll, and I instantly knew that I was loved by my family. My brothers were babbling to the side, with all the eloquence of one and a half year old boys, and made comments like "Red!".

My life as a newborn baby actually passed rather quickly; I slept most of the time, and worked on training my annoyingly weak muscles. This exhausted me quickly, but I was glad I was progressing at a fast pace, based on the shower of compliments my parents awarded me with.

"Mum!" I called out to my mum, deciding to let that be my first word—she cared for me and loved me so much that I was afraid she was going to smother me with affection sometimes.

"Look at my little genius!" She squealed joyfully, "Look, Albert! She's already said her first word!"

My dad grinned widely, "You smart little baby, you. You're going to be even more trouble than your brothers, aren't you?"

I nodded cheekily—my brothers Fabian and Gideon were the definition of wild, but I was confident I'd be worse than them when I finally mastered walking. At this point, I was nearing the age of one, the twins were three, and my mum was heavily pregnant with another child. My parents were pretty active people. While she was in the hospital, I'd resolved to learn how to walk so I could surprise her and my new sister with it.

Between my brothers and my development, I was always busy. I'd quickly realized I was born into a family with magic—which was crazy and I freaked out the first time I saw my dad use his wand—and it didn't take me long to figure out I was in the world of Harry Potter through my brothers' names. Prewett was a dead giveaway. It wasn't much of a setback, and I was just evilly gleeful that I could use magic. Fabian and Gideon were constantly trying to trigger my accidental magic—which annoyed the hell out of me—and would constantly antagonize me. I could crawl like a hellion, but I could barely keep up with their insane antics. However, I was a vindictive little shit, and I always got them back. They were just getting into pranking, and I could tell my mum and dad's time trying to raise us wasn't going to be pretty. Fortunately, I developed quickly and was strong enough to watch over myself while my dad watched over my brothers and cleaned up their messes. My mum was too heavily pregnant to do anything other than sit and waddle, so I took pity on her and behaved myself until Molly was born.

It was actually kind of exciting, waiting to meet Molly. She'd been such a warm and strong character in the books, and I couldn't wait to meet her. I loved my family dearly, and I knew I would love her too.

However, I was so caught up in my new life that I didn't realize how much I missed my old family until I started searching for my sister's familiar presence and my mother's warm stability. Their voices lingered in my ears, and I ached for them at times at night, when I was alone and scared of the new world I had been placed in.

But I was now Genevieve Prewett—which I noted, was scarily similar to Ginevra—and I had to accept it. To be honest, though, I accepted it with open arms. I locked my previous family into a special place in my heart, a place that only I would ever know. I'd never see them again, but I'd continue to love them in my memories.

When I finally learned how to walk, mum was already in the hospital and was due to give birth very soon. Walking was a struggle, because my legs were all wobbly, like a newborn giraffe's, but I got used to it and my legs strengthened to the point where I could run after my brothers and punch them in the chest when irritated.

I stumbled into the hospital rooms, right behind my brothers, and grinned toothily at my mum. "Mum!" I called enthusiastically, ready to meet my new sister.

Fabian and Gideon gave her identical shouts and ran towards her as well. My dad followed quietly behind us, but I could tell he was thrumming with excitement and love as well.

I looked at the small bundle and my arms, and felt fierce love and joy wash over me. This was my family, this was my little sister. And I wouldn't let anyone hurt the people I cared about.

Molly was actually a rather quiet baby, compared to my brothers and I. I'd screamed my lungs off when I was hungry, just because I could. There was something liberating about screaming as loud as you wanted to, without any consequences.

I got along very well with my brothers. They ran around trying to pull pranks on everyone, but my adult mindset could catch every prank they tried to pull on me. Eventually, they realized that they only had failed attempts whereas I pranked the pants off them every time they tried to prank me. They started letting me in on their plans for wreaking havoc, and I have to say, even though it drove my parents crazy, it was great.

By the time I was fully coherent and reading whatever books I could get my hands on, Molly was four, and at the age where she idolized me and followed me everywhere. I read a lot, but they were mostly books about spells and potions, and new things I could mix together to create different types of spells for new pranks. Molly would read along with me, but she read simpler books about dragons and witches and goblins. She read Tales of the Beedle Bard almost every day, and got my mum to read it out loud to her too. My brothers were also too young to read difficult books, but their genius in controlling accidental magic made up for it.

I, too, had no trouble controlling my accidental magic. It basically exploded everywhere and we ran around the house leaving destruction in our paths. It was insanely fun to play around with my brothers, and now that I had Molly as a sidekick, we had prank wars every day. Pranking had really increased my control over my magic, and I was aiming for wandless magic, because it would be a lot easier to wreak havoc without notice.

A magical house was loads of fun, and there was never a day where I was bored. I loved figuring out all the details and nuances between different types of magic, and I was constantly trying to beat my brothers at their own game. Molly was the baby of the family, though, and my brothers and I had an unspoken rule to never prank her too badly. We all had a soft spot for her.

Life was never boring, too, because we had a ton of relatives, and they always came over. My uncle Ignatius and his wife Lucretia came over often, and it was a pretty horrifying day when I learned that I was related to the Black family by marriage. I was okay with it though; my aunt Lucretia was cool, and she always brought us presents. Molly adored our uncle Ignatius, and I could tell he favored her too. I generally liked all my relatives, but we had one aunt that I loved practicing my pranks on. Fabian and Gideon hated her with a passion, and I could tell Molly hated her too—she just hid it better.

"Aunt Muriel's coming over today." Mum told us. We all groaned collectively.

"Oh hell, please, no. I think I just got sick. Look, I'm coughing really badly. Maybe I should just go to my room and rest for the remainder of the day." I started to walk up the stairs, but my mum grabbed the edge of my shirt and hauled me back. My brothers started sniggering and I resisted the urge to give them the finger and shot them dirty looks instead.

"Let's see how funny it is when you wake up with green faces." I muttered darkly.

"I'm sure that'd match our hair-" "-Christmas spirit, we always say!" Fabian and Gideon cheered, and their bright honey brown eyes sparkled with amusement. Molly just giggled, and mum's mouth was pursued with suppressed laughter.

"Young lady, you will be nice to her. I know she's hard to deal with, but she's your aunt. And that goes for you boys as well. Best behavior, you hear me? And Molly, I know you'll be perfect." Molly beamed, and the twins grumbled while I just ran through different schemes I could pull off without being suspected. I could always blame it on the twins.

"C'mon, Molls, don't you at least want to see her hideous face burn red with horror and anger?" I asked after mum left to prepare dinner.

Fabian and Gideon came up behind me. "Great idea, sis!" Fabian said. "We've still got some leftover fireworks, I wonder how we can pull that off." Continued Gideon, looking positively evil as he and his twin considered the possibilities.

"I don't even want to know where a pair of ten year old boys got those fireworks." I deadpanned. They cackled madly in response. Diagon Alley was actually a pretty liberal place that sold people anything, as long as they had money, and it wasn't related to the Dark Arts. Thank Merlin we had allowances, though our parents probably regretted that decision. The twins had probably gotten their fireworks from Diagon Alley, though I wondered how they'd snuck the Floo Powder without our parents noticing. I guessed I'd have to bribe it out of them later.

Molly tugged on my hand, "Gen, I don't think that's a good idea. Mum'll kill us. Strangle us in our sleep. Poison our dessert. Anything could happen!"

I raised an eyebrow, "Molls, what the hell have you been reading?"

"Oooooh," chorused my brothers, "Gen used a bad word! No chocolate cake for you tonight, sis."

"What?!" I shrieked, horrified by the prospect of not getting dessert, "You'd better not tell mum or I'll tell her where your stash of dungbombs are!"

"Oh shit-" "-how in Merlin's saggy balls did you find out?" They asked, alarmed.

Molly laughed, "Look who's saying bad words now." I high-fived her and we ran up to my room. I was going to pull a prank on Aunt Muriel, and that was that. Now I just had to get Molly to help me.

"Next time we play Quidditch, I won't let Fabian and Gideon be beaters." I bargained with her. The twins were vicious when it came to Quidditch, and they'd given Molly and me a tons of bruises and a few broken bones already. They were always sorry for it, but those two seriously had no inhibitions when it came to Quidditch.

Molly eyed me for a moment, "Deal." We shook hands on it, and I whispered my plan to her.

When Aunt Muriel finally arrived, I was almost bouncing into the roof with anticipation and glee, and I smirked slyly and rubbed my hands together. Molly looked slightly worried, but she was also a bit excited for the prank as well. I had no idea what Fabian and Gideon were doing, but I hoped it wouldn't clash with my prank.

We all sat down to eat dinner, mum eyeing the twins and me suspiciously, but I gave her an innocent look and a shrug. She didn't buy it.

Dad was asking Muriel how she was doing, and when she opened her mouth to reply, a fart ripped through the air. There was dead silence. We all stared at Aunt Muriel (though Molly and I knew the real cause of the fart) and her face turned an ugly lobster red. She tried to deny the sound, but as soon as she started to say something, another fart noise sounded. I kept a straight face, even though I was dying to bust a gut from laughing. Molly, surprisingly, had an amazing poker face, and she even painted an expression of innocent curiosity on her face.

"Aunt Muriel, you okay?" I asked her in a saccharine tone. Besides me, my brothers were trying to hide their sniggers and failing miserably. Aunt Muriel, having apparently not learned her lesson yet, opened her mouth to answer me and farted again. Fabian and Gideon burst into laughter, and mum and dad sat there, so shocked that they didn't even know how to salvage the rapidly deteriorating situation.

"Fabian and Gideon Prewett," mum started. She was, however, interrupted by a massive fart sound that exploded against the walls. Aunt Muriel had stood up to start screaming at us, but she'd forgotten that the trigger for the noises for the farts were her mouth. And then, red fireworks exploded everywhere immediately after the fart. The walls shook with the force, and bright dazzles of red drizzled like rain over us.

I took one look at my brothers' faces and knew it was them. I couldn't hold it back anymore—I slapped my hand on the table and started laughing hysterically. I guess Molly couldn't hold it back either, because she started laughing too.

Pretty soon, our whole family was laughing, though Aunt Muriel was looking painfully embarrassed. She glowered at our family and stormed out the door.

"Oh Merlin," gasped Fabian, "That was gold!"

"Yeah," agreed Gideon, "I didn't know our pranks would work together so well."

I smirked, shoulders still shaking with humor, "Please allow a moment of silence for this sheer brilliance."

At this, mum quickly wiped away all evidence of her amusement, "GENEVIEVE, GIDEON, AND FABIAN PREWETT, I DARE YOU TO EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN. I TOLD YOU NOT TO PRANK YOUR AUNT!"

"But mum," whined Fabian, "That crazy old bat was totally going to start on one of her tirades where she starts insulting us." "I swear, she's crazy." Added Gideon.

Mum's eye twitched and she turned her stormy glare on them, "I DON'T CARE. YOU THREE WILL BE DOING ALL THE HOUSEWORK FOR THE NEXT MONTH. WITHOUT MAGIC."

Horrified, I immediately fell onto my knees. "Oh your great and kind majesticness, please forgive this poor, unworthy soul."

Molly turned her face to hide her giggles. The corner of mum's lips twitched, but she growled at me nonetheless. "NO EXCEPTIONS."

"Fine." I grumbled, "Fabian and Gideon better not skive off on their duties. Like usual."

"Hey!" Yelped Gideon. "You promised you wouldn't tell!" Continued Fabian.

"Sucks to suck!" I called, and grabbed Molly and ran to the living room, where we (more like I) gleefully listened to the sounds of mum's screaming. Dad, who had retired there, just shook his head with fond exasperation.

"How this house ever survived you kids growing up, I'll never know." He told us dryly.

"But you love us anyway." I chirped happily. Molly's face was the image of an angel.

Dad laughed, "Always."

We called that night the "Dinner Fiasco", though I had to admit, dinner was a chaotic time for us, so there was pretty much a new fiasco every week.

As soon as my brothers turned eleven, our parents took us on a big shopping spree at Diagon Alley. Dad was a high ranking Ministry official, and as a prominent Pureblood family, we had a huge family vault. It was nice to be rich, but mum never let us spend our money carelessly.

Since I'd be attending Hogwarts in one year, I decided to get an owl, and stopped by the Magical Menagerie. There were cages and cages full of owls, but one particular owl caught my eye. It was a large barn owl, nothing special, but its eyes were sharp and aware; they bored into my soul.

"I'll take that one." I pointed to the owl, and the cashier gave me a strange look. I raised an eyebrow in challenge and he glanced away.

Mum stared at the owl, "Are you sure, Gen? It looks like that owl might be a lot harder to handle than the others."

I snorted, "I'll be alright, mum."

"That'll be ten Galleons and three Knuts." As mum handed over the money, I reached over and took the cage into my hands gently.

"Hey," I told the owl, "Nice to meet you." The owl hooted softly in reply, its eyes gleaming at me. "I think I'll name you Loki."

"Loki?" Echoed my mum, confused.

"You know, the Norse God of mischief?" I told her, smirking. Loki clacked his beak in agreement.

Mum just sighed and shook her head, "I should have known. Thank you." She directed the last part towards the cashier, who just nodded.

I placed the cage into mum's hands, "Please take care of him. I've got a book shop to visit." I needed some new books for new ideas to outprank my brothers, and it wasn't easy when they had two minds instead of one. I'd need to step up my game and start inventing some new spells and magical items.

And before I knew it, it was time for my brothers to leave for Hogwarts.

"You'd better write every day." Mum demanded, tears gleaming in her eyes.

Dad nodded, "We'll be looking for that owl, boys."

"Awww, once a month?" They whined in unison.

That just set mum off into another round of sobbing, "My boys are all grown up now." She turned into an incoherent mess and hugged them tightly. Dad had to pry her away and he held her while uttering his goodbyes to the twins.

The station was hot and crowded, but that didn't really affect me. It was so weird, seeing my brothers go. The house would be lonely without them, but I had Molly to keep me company.

Molly hugged the two of them, "Bring me back some sweets?" She asked.

They grinned, "Of course! And we'll add in a few pranks at Hogwarts just for you."

Molly rolled her eyes fondly, and smiled sweetly. "I'll miss you two."

I stepped up and hugged them as well, "Have fun, brats. Make sure to send Hogwarts into a state of panic. And I'll miss you two, so you guys better write. Or else."

They laughed, "No problem at all sis. We'll miss the whole family. See ya at Christmas!" They waved and boarded the train. As we watched the train depart and waved goodbye to them, I felt a sense of excitement and jealousy grip my heart. I couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts. The steam from the train trailed off into the air, and we kept watching until there was nothing left to watch.

And we turned around and went home.

A/N:

EDIT: This is now a semi-crack fic. I just realized all the directions I could go with a character who doesn't care about anything. So a bunch of shit happens, and this is kind of a parody. Genevieve's character is NOT good-even though she wants to save her family, she hangs more on the blurry lines of grey morals. She doesn't see the effects and consequences of her actions because she's entirely (and selfishly) focused on what she wants.

I wanted to experiment with a new style of writing, so I thought, why not another fic? Compared to my other story, this one's plot for Genevieve's childhood moments will move on rather quickly, and I'll mostly be focusing on her time in Hogwarts. This story is a lot lighter than my other one- it focuses more on living life as happily as possible while knowing there's a war coming; unlike my other one, which focuses on tiny details and burdens of future knowledge. So yeah, this story is almost its complete opposite. And like my other story, this is completely unedited, so I'd really appreciate constructive criticism and any comments. As usual, thanks for reading!