People hear about drunk driving accidents all the time on the news. As tragic as it is, it isn't as shocking to hear about deaths caused by drunk driving as it is to hear about people killed in a fire or a shooting.

Jessica Smith is one of thousands of ill-fated sob stories about a young teenager with a full life ahead of him/her that had it taken away by a drunk driver. Though, in retrospect, it probably hadn't been the greatest idea to try and walk home at night by herself.

She'd just been dragged to her first party, by her best friend Mary, who'd told her that it was her senior year; she might as well learn how to drink before heading off to college.

Too bad she'd never actually gotten to learn to drink or go to college.

Jessica had not been fond of parties, and the first five minutes crammed into a room of drunk, loud and sweaty teenagers had been more than she could handle. She'd quickly bid Mary goodbye and resolutely started for home, unknowing of the plans of a few reckless teenagers to street race in order to show off their new cars. They'd been drunk out of their asses, and racing in the moderately narrow streets of a neighborhood was not the best thing for their erratic motor skills. At the curb, the driver of the sleek silver-blue Ferrari had turned the wheel too late, and had veered onto the sidewalk into a petrified Jessica. He'd left behind a trashed $300,000 sports car, a twisted street lamp, three damaged trees, and a dead body.

All Jessica had seen in her last moments was the glaring and blinding headlights of a shadowy car of an otherwise dark night.

Eighteen years of her life, stolen in a flash. A seemingly infinite future cut off and choked too early. If she'd known how transient life was, she would've savored the moments with those she loved.

The next time she opens her eyes, it's another gleaming light that pierces her vision.

Confused and disoriented, she lashes out, thrashing like a madwoman running out of hell.

What's going on? She has no idea what just happened—all she knows is that one moment, she was alive and well trying to get home, and the next, she's in an unknown place with no idea of what is happening.

An arm gently bounces her and a soft voice coos soothingly.

Wait, what? She can feel herself being held by someone.

That was not normal for a fully grown eighteen year old girl.

She stops squirming for a few seconds to see a blurry blob with long, brown hair and sharp grey eyes looking down at her with a loving smile. The colors are difficult to discern but the brown and the grey are so vivid that they stand out like neon yellow in the midst of grey. Her vision is so terrible she wonders distantly if she forgot to put on her contacts again. But she feels strange; too strange, in fact.

There's a long, stiff silence when she stops crying—when had she started crying?—and moving. And then she realizes that she's a baby.

A baby.

What the fuck?

The knowledge is a like a sledgehammer that whacks her far, far away from reality. Actually, she can't even tell if she's dreaming or not. And with that pleasant thought, she promptly begins to shriek at the top of her lungs.

With that raw, terrified shriek, she hears another voice join in, and in seconds, it's a cacophony of screaming babies. She cries, sobs, and howls until her newly born body is too exhausted to keep going and falls into darkness.

When she opens her eyes for the second time in this new life, she's horrified to see that she's still a baby. What kind of dream lasts this long?

There's another baby next to her in the warm crib that she's lying in. She turns her head as much as she can and all she can see is the same brown and grey she first saw when she opened her eyes. It's a struggle to try and turn on her side to see more, but it's too much, and she lies on her back, too tired to even move.

She feels like one of those bugs who can't roll upright once they're flipped upside down by a few cruel but curious kids.

At least she can still flail her arms.

Her vision is still way too hazy to see any distinct lines or colors, but from what she can make out, she's in a very fancy crib.

A plethora of stars hang above her, and mind you, they aren't those fake, plastic yellow cartoon stars. They're real stars, like the ones you can look up and see when you go camping on a fresh, clear mountain.

They twinkle and twinkle, with a pale, silver crescent moon hanging in the middle of them. It's almost as if she's stargazing with her family again on a cool, crisp night during one of their obligatory holiday camping trips.

It gives her a nameless comfort, and when she closes her eyes, she can almost feel the gentle warmth of her mum, the vivacious grin of her brother, and the solid and steady arm of her dad.

Every day is the same—she wakes up, cries, gets fed the best milk she's ever tasted, gets rocked back to sleep, and the whole cycle repeats. It's the most boring routine ever, but it gives her time to really think about her situation.

So far, based on the unknown place that she keeps waking up to, this isn't a dream. But she doesn't know exactly what it is. This isn't her house, her body, or her family. This isn't her life.

She just wants to go home.

But she can't. She's tried everything. She's prayed, begged, bargained, and even tried pretending she has powers that will send her home if she just squeezes her eyes shut and concentrates. Like somehow she'll be back in her bed and the familiarity of her family when she opens her eyes.

It never happens.

The only thing that happened when she squeezed her eyes was that the crib had mysteriously been transported to the room of the couple that fed her. It'd woken up the baby besides her, and when he'd started crying, the couple had shot up from their beds with surprise.

Her not-quite fully developed body may have shitty eyesight, but she isn't deaf. She could hear the excited murmurs of the couple when they examined the moved crib, and had even heard something like "early accidental magic". It'd confused her to no end, but she hadn't really pondered on it. The baby beside her had been way too annoying with all the crying for her to do that.

Still, it makes her wonder where exactly she is.

It isn't until she hears the woman who feeds her call her Celia and the baby that's always next to her Cedric that she finally gets a hint.

Magic. Cedric. It all sounds awfully familiar, but there's something missing that she can't put her chubby baby finger on.

But then she sees the wands. She can't believe she hasn't noticed before, but every time the woman feeds her with the bottle, she warms it up with a wand.

A wand. It's merely a piece of wood, and it looks as fake as a badly replicated piece of art, but it's powerful nonetheless. From that point on, she watches the couple like a hawk.

They cook with wands. They clean with wands. They do practically everything with wands. It's simply crazy, and she's so freaked out by this almost dissonant reality that she can't do anything but watch.

It doesn't make any sense. It just doesn't.

So she hides herself in the solace of her own thoughts, wrapped in her memories.

The simple, happy times she'd had with them. Those quiet, average days filled with what she knew and the people she loved. No—the people she loves. Even if she's in a new place, in a new body, she still loves her family. The ones that supported her, loved her for the full eighteen years of her life.

She remembers her brother's mischievous grin when he told her that he'd be taking her room once she went to college. Even if the room had the markings of herself all over it, she hopes that her brother can make it his, now that she's gone. To keep it safe for her until she goes back.

Time passes indefinitely; Jessica can never tell how much time has passed, when most of her days are spent absorbed in obsessing over the life she had. But she has a life here too, and she almost forgets that until she realizes that she can see clearly; that she can move with more mobility, that she can start forming words with her young vocal chords.

It's hard not to see time passing, no matter how much she tries to ignore her current situation. Cedric has already begun to crawl, and because he always pokes and prods her to follow him, she has no choice but to start crawling as well. Even if it feels like a betrayal to her old life to start living this new one, Jessica has no choice but to grow. The couple that takes care of her, Amos and Camilla, have already taken her to a hospital called "St. Mungo's" because she was apparently too quiet.

The whole hospital visit was somewhat like a wakeup call for Jessica. She's too different from Cedric—she never cries, never makes a sound, and hardly interacts with Amos and Camilla. It's not normal, and Jessica can't be anything but normal. She doesn't need another hospital visit, or extra attention. She just wants to be left alone.

Even though she's brooding and throwing a pity party for herself most of the time, Cedric is always, always, with her. No matter how much she wants to be left alone, she can't, because she's got a twin. Or someone's who supposed to be her twin—even though Jessica doesn't have a twin.

Still, he's too much of a sweetheart for her to ignore. Cedric is possibly the most adorable baby she's ever seen, and he's definitely the sweetest. She's a quiet baby, but Cedric always manages to make her smile, even when she misses her family to the point where it's almost unbearable. He often snuggles up to her whenever they nap, and he's a constant presence that's become comforting without her even knowing.

Ever since he started learning how to talk, he's been babbling to her nonstop.

"Lia!" Cedric grins up at her with a gummy smile; his baby teeth still growing in.

She can't help it—his smile is too innocent, too bright, and she smiles back.

He reaches over and grabs her shirt/jumper thing that spans her entire body and tugs gently.

"Lia!" Their crib is large, probably around the size of a king-sized bed, and it's safely padded all around. Cedric begins to crawl a few paces to the best of his ability, before he flops onto his stomach, looking adorably disgruntled.

"Lia, come!" He tells her excitedly, clambering onto his knees again, and looks at her with sparkling grey eyes. Jessica's heart warms and she finds herself getting onto her knees with the wobbly strength of a one year old, and follows him.

She'd been consumed with regrets and the thoughts of her past, but indulging Cedric in his games sufficiently distracts her for the time being.

It isn't much—just following him around and doing whatever he wants—but it is cheering, nonetheless. Just a simple game lifts her spirits, and when he snuggles into her that night, she almost feels like a twin sister. Almost.

Amos and Camilla Diggory are kind, attentive parents. And because of that, they notice when Jessica says her "first" word.

Of course, she's already known how to speak for ages now, but the first time they hear her, she's with Cedric.

Jessica hasn't noticed their presence yet; she's too busy watching over Cedric worriedly as he tries to climb out of the crib and jump onto the softly padded carpet below them.

Recklessly, he stands on both feet while using his arms to support him, and tries to lift his leg onto the top of the bar of their crib. It doesn't take him anywhere, and he falls backwards with a small thump. Jessica crawls as fast as she can to where he is, but before she can do anything, he's up and crawling again.

His persistence is admirable, but Jessica's too scared he'll hurt himself to allow him to keep going. She grips his leg and shakes her head.

"Lia!" He whines, "Out. Good." Pointing at the ground, he smiles and tries to make his objective look appealing.

Jessica shakes her head again, firmly, and Cedric pouts and tugs his leg away. He grips the bars tightly, and looks as if he's going to shake them, but suddenly disappears and ends up on the ground without doing anything.

One moment he was right in front of her, and the next, he's gone.

Panic fills Jessica up and her heart contracts with fear.

"Cedric!" She screams, looking down from behind the bars of the crib.

Cheerily, he smiles up at her with an almost cheeky-grin. He's confused by the new surroundings, but he immediately begins to explore. His crawling is slow and steady, but Jessica has never been so far apart from him before.

She's scared. Dread fills her to the brim and she's nearly shaking. What if something happens and he dies? How can she lose the only thing that anchors her to her sanity? Just like how she disappeared in the blink of an eye, so could he. She might never see him again—never hear his bubbly laugh, never see his bright grey eyes, never feel his soothing warmth.

No. She thinks desperately, and she reaches almost futilely after him.

One heartbeat, one blink, and she's on the ground next to him, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

The crib is a large, looming object above her, and she stares up at it with new eyes. She's always been inside of it, so she's never realized its complexity; but looking at it now, from a new angle, it looks like a castle.

The woodwork is a wonder, and the designs are intricately carved. Everything is covered with plush, colorful blankets in the structure of a miniature house. Moving, bright designs flow across the sides and the top is covered with a miniature sky that changes depending on the time of day and weather. It's beautiful, and Jessica has never realized how lucky she was to be born into such a loving household.

They're not her family, not quite yet, but she can feel them coming closer and closer to her heart.

She suddenly hears a warm laugh above her, and she looks up to see Camilla reaching down to pick her up.

"Celia, dear, your first word! I'm not surprised it's your brother's name, considering how close you two are. How sweet! Amos, did you see that? Cedric's first usage of accidental magic, and Celia's first word!" Camilla's smiling so widely, so lovingly, that Jessica wouldn't be surprised if her cheeks are aching.

Amos laughs loudly and excitedly, "Of course I did! I've got it all recorded for the family scrapbook too! Look how amazing our children are; they're so talented!"

He picks up Cedric and swings him in the air, and Cedric squeals happily.

"Da!" Cedric reaches out and gently pats Amos' face, and Amos looks so touched that tears begin to fill up his eyes.

"Oh, Camilla, look how wonderful our children are." He's smiling just as widely as his wife, though the only difference is that his eyes are brimming with tears of joy.

Jessica laughs because he's so expressive; she laughs because they feel like a family. Like her own.

It isn't long after that that Amos calls over their neighbors for a visit. It's kind of hilarious, really, because she can see his true intentions. He's been itching to boast about his children to others, and having another family over would just give him the chance he's been waiting for. Camilla, of course, sees this as well, but she just laughs and shakes her head fondly when he tells her that the Weasleys are coming over for a visit.

The name "Weasleys" sets off a warning bell in Jessica's head, and she's almost scared for their arrival. Because if they turn out to be Arthur and Molly Weasley with a family of redheads, it's a flashing neon sign that proves she's in the Harry Potter universe. And that isn't what she wants.

She can tell Cedric is excited for them, though, and he's bouncing with excitement at the prospect of meeting new people.

"Weebly!" He calls excitedly from where they're sitting on the floor, when the doorbell rings.

Camilla pats his head fondly, "Yes, dear, it's the Weasleys."

Amos opens the door with a flourish. "Arthur, old chap, it's great to see you! I haven't seen you in ages."

The tall, almost gangly red-headed man walks in holding a small baby in his arms. "It's great to see you too, Amos! How've you and Camilla been doing? I know you've got a set of twins to raise. Molly and I struggle with our boys at times, they're so wild."

Camilla steps up to greet them as well. "We've never been happier, Arthur. Molly, you look great! I can't believe it's only been a few weeks since you've had your newest son."

A short, re-headed woman steps up and smiles genially. "Thanks, Camilla. Percy's such a well-behaved baby—a lot easier to handle than Charlie and Bill ever were." Her short, plump stature contrasts with Camilla's tall, willowy frame, but they both have the same open-hearted kindness in their eyes.

"Hey!" Yelps a boy from behind Molly, "I'm sure I was the best, right dad?" A boy looking to be around six looks up at Arthur impishly—he has an almost feral grace to him that commands the attention of the room.

"Of course Charlie, you were the best when you weren't ripping up all your blankets." Arthur teases him gently.

Another boy, taller and older, snickers at Arthur's words. "Nice try, Charlie. We all know that I was the best."

Molly rolls her eyes affectionately, "You both were absolute terrors. Still are, in fact. I've just repaired ten broken dishes and five porcelain cups from my best tea set."

"Mum!" The two boys cry, embarrassed.

Amos chuckles loudly. "Looks like your mum can never catch a break, eh, Bill, Charlie?" He leads them all the living room where they settle down on the fancy, plush couches.

Jessica stares at them, wide-eyed, and Cedric looks interested in the whole situation. They're still on the living room carpet, but their toys have been abandoned in favor of watching the Weasleys settle down.

"These are my children, Celia and Cedric." Amos says proudly, gesturing to them.

Cedric looks curious and grins brightly, "Hi!"

Jessica waves shyly but doesn't say anything, preferring to hide behind Cedric's back. It's uncomfortable, being introduced to so many people at once—especially since she's been only seeing them as characters until this point. They're intimidating, and she needs the comfort of Cedric's familiarity.

She's never been good with strangers anyway.

Molly smiles warmly and Arthur waves back.

"They're smart for their age." Compliments Arthur, and Amos preens.

"Why don't Bill and Charlie play with them while we talk?" Offers Camilla. She sets down a tray of tea on the table in front of the adults and Bill and Charlie move over to where Jessica and Cedric are.

"I'm Bill." The older of the two boys sticks his hand out, "Nice to meet you both."

Cedric stares at it, puzzled, and grips his finger curiously.

Jessica tugs at Cedric's sleeve. "Like this." She grabs Bill's finger—her chubby, small hands can't grip anything larger—and tries to shake it. His hand is a lot larger and heavier than hers, and she's barely able to make his hand move.

Bill stares at her, amused, and Cedric makes a noise of understanding and moves to copy her.

At this point, Bill's got two kids hanging off his hand, trying to shake it, and Jessica decides to let go before he topples over.

The adults are watching them with barely stifled amusement, and Bill's cheeks flush a bit when Amos laughs boisterously.

Camilla is watching Jessica with sharp eyes—she's never taught her how to shake hands, so the fact that Jessica already knows is more than surprising.

With her slip-up in mind, Jessica resolves to be as unnoticeable as possible for the rest of the visit.

Fortunately, Cedric is outgoing enough for the two of them. He's thrusting a puzzle piece toward the Weasley brothers and Jessica begins to assemble to broken pieces.

Puzzles in the magical world are a hundred times more exciting than "normal" ones. The pictures on the pieces can move, and once you finish the puzzle, you get the treat of a short clip.

Bill and Charlie sit down next to them and are already pulling the pieces together before Cedric or Jessica can do anything.

They completely take over the game, and when they finish, Cedric is watching in awe of their skills. Jessica just turns her attention to the completed puzzle and watches the clip. It's kind of like an old Disney clip with Mickey Mouse, except that there's a little boy flying on a broom on this one.

"Hey, that's Quidditch, isn't it Bill?" Asks Charlie eagerly.

"Yeah, looks like a Seeker. That's your position, isn't it, Charlie?" Bill answers, grinning at his younger brother.

"I'm gonna be a Seeker when I go to Hogwarts." Charlie tells Jessica and Cedric enthusiastically.

Cedric frowns, "Ho'warts?"

Bill and Charlie's eyes widen comically.

"You don't know about Hogwarts?" Gasps Charlie.

Cedric shakes his head, "What Quich?"

Charlie stares at him, uncomprehending.

"Quidditch." Jessica clarifies, her pronunciation too clear for a one year old. Fortunately, the adults are too engrossed in their conversation to hear her.

"Ohh!" Charlie says, nodding. "Lemme tell you about Quidditch!"

He proceeds to launch in a detailed description of Quidditch that confuses Cedric to no end. Jessica listens, only half-interested, because flying on a broom sounds like a great idea.

Losing interest, Cedric tugs on Jessica's sleeve and points to another puzzle. Charlie doesn't notice and keeps talking, but Bill finally whacks his shoulder to make him stop.

"They don't understand, Charlie. They're too young."

It's a bit rude, in Jessica' opinion, because she's not too young, dammit, but it's true to an outsider's perspective. She wants to get up and shout that she's not too young, that she's older than any of the kids could ever be. But she can't, because she's only supposed to be one years old.

"I'm bored." Whines Charlie, looking around distractedly for something to amuse him.

"We're supposed to play with them." Admonishes Bill, sounding a lot more mature than his eight years of age.

"Let's read them books." He suggests, "Mum always says that reading makes you smarter. And it's not boring."

Charlie shrugs in defeat, "Okay."

Cedric is too busy with a new puzzle to pay attention to them, so Jessica tugs on his hand.

"Story." She tells him, trying to convey that they should go look at some books to accommodate everyone's interests.

Thankfully, Cedric is delighted at the mention of a story and crawls over to Bill and Charlie.

"Story!" He tells them excitedly.

"I wonder what kinda books they have." Mutters Bill to himself as he scans the room for a bookshelf.

The Diggorys don't have a bookshelf in the living room—all the books for children are in Cedric and Jessica's bedroom.

Jessica sighs; they'll be getting nowhere at this speed, and Cedric will get tired of waiting.

She takes a deep breath to muster up the courage to talk to Bill. When you're one years old, everyone looks like giants.

"Books." She catches his attention, "Bedroom. Go right."

Bill looks surprised by her comprehension of the situation but nods. He's still young and doesn't know how intelligent normal one year olds are supposed to be.

He gets up to find the bedroom, but Jessica remembers Charlie's boredom and stops him.

"Dragons." She nods solemnly, like she's sending him on an important mission.

At this, Charlie perks up from his lazy state of lying on the ground.

"Dragons! C'mon Bill, let's go!" He jumps up and practically drags Bill away in search of the bookshelf.

Jessica lets go of the breath she didn't know she had been holding. It had taken a lot of effort to talk to them—she still doesn't want to believe she's in a magical world, and she's scared to be exposed to something new.

The more she finds out about this world, the more she'll be enveloped in it. She doesn't want to leave her old life behind, but this world is becoming more and more like reality.

Bill and Charlie are back in moments; their age allowing them to run quickly, which Jessica finds herself jealous of. She misses the feeling of being able to walk. It's a lot more efficient and quicker than crawling everywhere. She makes a mental note to start practicing how to walk soon.

Charlie's clutching a rather thick book and drops it down heavily on the floor in front of Cedric and Jessica. Cedric pokes down at it with interest and Charlie and Bill sit down with a plop.

Bill heaves the book open and turns the book to face Cedric and Jessica.

"Dragons." He tells them, and points to a big red one. "Chinese Fireball."

"Wait, wait." Charlie tugs the book closer to him excitedly, "Lemme do it!"

"Okay, okay." Bill allows his brother to take over and watches quietly.

Cedric is enthralled by the majestic dragons, and the moving pictures are detailed enough to hold his attention. Charlie seems to forget their age and blabbers on about the dragons passionately.

It's hard to believe that dragons exist, but the proof is right in front of her. Jessica realizes that everything that she thought was fake is now real.

Things like unicorns and leprechauns and goblins.

She spends the rest of the book sitting in silent contemplation. Bill notices her silence and scoots over to sit next to her.

"What's wrong?"

Jessica turns to look at him. He doesn't seem real, but he is. Up close, he's a real person. Not a character. The thought is jarring and she shrugs in answer to his question.

"It's okay, you can tell me." Bill tries to comfort her. Jessica nearly snorts. She wants to tell him that she's supposed to be one—how can she have any problems? But it's nice to have someone notice her inner turmoil. Amos and Camilla never notice because she's always been quiet—and if they have noticed, they haven't said anything. And Cedric is too young to understand complex emotions.

Since Bill is only a child, he won't understand her dilemma anyway. So she tells him in the vaguest way possible, desperate to vent her stress.

"I'm Jessica."

He frowns with confusion, his brows coming together in a wrinkle.

"But you're Celia?"

Jessica shakes her head. "I'm Jessica. Not Celia."

Bill still doesn't understand but he's not too disturbed by her identity dilemma. He just blinks uncomprehendingly, unable to grasp the issue.

"Okay, you're Jessica. What about Cedric? Who's he?"

"He's Cedric." Jessica isn't afraid of spilling her secrets indirectly—she's so insignificant in his life that he'll forget about the conversation anyway. It's such a relief to finally express her problems, so she makes the most of it.

"Okay." Says Bill, like he's indulging a child's delusional fantasies. "So you're Jessica and he's Cedric."

Jessica looks at him with satisfaction. She's been waiting for someone to call her Jessica ever since she was named Celia. But even as he says it, she feels a sting in her chest, like she almost believed that she was Celia.

It's almost like a betrayal, and she doesn't know where to turn.

Who is Celia? Was she even meant to be born? Did Jessica take away someone else's life?

It's too much for her to handle right now, and she's sinking into an abyss of self-loathing; but then again, when has she ever been able to handle her situation? The thought grips her, and she wants to scream out loud, scream until her lungs are empty and her heart is unscarred and whole. But she can never be the person she was before—she's lost too much to keep that honest innocence.

Bill senses her change in mood and is left floundering about, unsure what to do with the distraught girl.

As if he can read her thoughts, Cedric switches his attention from Charlie and crawls closer to Jessica.

He touches her hand gently and Jessica is left to wonder if twins have some kind of empathetic connection.

"Lia." Cedric is more understanding than she ever thought possible. Jessica grips his hand like a lifeline, and begins to cry.

Her sudden sounds makes the adults jump with surprise, and Camilla rushes over, afraid that Jessica's gotten hurt.

Jessica is clutching Cedric's hand tightly and sobbing like there's no tomorrow while Cedric sits as close as he can to her, staying silent.

Camilla has no idea of what to make of it.

"What happened?" She asks Bill and Charlie.

Charlie shrugs helplessly. "I was just reading them a book about dragons."

Bill looks frightened. "I dunno, we were just talking, I swear! Then she started crying."

"It's alright, you two didn't do anything wrong. I think Celia is just tired." Camilla tries to separate Cedric from Jessica so she can pick her up, but Cedric refuses to budge and Jessica doesn't let go of his hand.

Uncertain of what to do, Camilla sinks to her knees and clutches the two of them to her chest.

"There, there." She murmurs, stroking Jessica's hair.

While his wife takes care of Cedric and Jessica, Amos tries to keep things under control.

"I guess the twins have had a long day." He tells the Weasleys.

"Oh no worries," Molly assures him, "Charlie and Bill were like this a lot too. We'll just go home and come back another time. Right, Arthur?" Her husband nods in agreement and calls his two sons over.

"Say goodbye, okay?" Arthur tells his children.

Bill nods obediently. "Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Diggory. Bye, Cedric, Celia."

Charlie does the same, but he walks over to Cedric and Jessica. He pats their heads and pulls out a candy from his pocket and gives it to Jessica.

"Here. Don't cry anymore, okay? We can read more about dragons next time."

Jessica almost snorts in the midst of all her crying, amused by Charlie's simple thought process. She takes the candy and calms down a bit, reducing her tears to sniffles.

She can feel Cedric mushed up next to her in Camilla's hug, and he hasn't squirmed or complained a bit during her crying. Being enveloped in a hug and a bubble of love is such a warm feeling that Jessica can't help but calm down.

When the Weasleys leave, she manages a tiny wave to them. Cedric stares at the candy that Jessica is gripping so tightly her knuckles are white. She follows his stare and relinquishes the green-wrapped candy without protest.

It's a sour grape candy, something surprisingly normal for this world, and she nearly laughs when Cedric's face twists into a grimace from the taste.

"C'mon," Amos heaves Cedric up, "Let's get you two to bed."

Jessica and Cedric are gently placed into the crib, and Amos gives both of them a kiss on the forehead.

The kiss tingles, and Jessica can feel its mark on her forehead for a long time. Camilla tucks them in with care and affectionately strokes their backs before quietly turning off the lights.

"I love you." She whispers to them, and Jessica can feel tears stinging her eyes again.

Cedric cuddles up against her as usual, and Jessica reciprocates.

Jessica wakes up way before Cedric does, and she uses that time to think about everything that's happened.

She knows one thing for sure—she's stuck in the world of Harry Potter. But she's still unsure as to how she even got here in the first place.

Her memories are becoming hazier and muddled, but she still distinctly recalls the two bright lights that burned her eyes the moment before she appeared into this world.

Then, she realizes a possibility she hadn't considered before.

Was she dead? She'd been walking home from the party, and then she'd seen headlights and everything was cut off.

Had she been killed by a drunk driver?

It's something she doesn't want to contemplate because it means that she'll never see her family again. Never hear the house filled with their laughter, because she's in a different house with different sets of laughter now.

She can't forget her previous family. She sees their faces and smiles in her dreams, but even those are becoming blurry. It scares her, that she's losing the vividness of her past life, and that her mind is being filled with the new memories of the life she's living.

But it's certain now—she's dead. No matter how much she wants to ignore it, she has to accept the fact that she's dead. She's dead and she's living another life.

It's so ironic that she was reborn into a magical world, and the thought fills her throat with a bitter laugh.

She'd just been an average girl. Someone who loved to watch t.v., someone who loved to read, someone who wanted to get good grades and make her family proud. She'd lived such an average life, and now she had been born into something extraordinary. How could someone like her survive in this world? It'd be torn up by war soon, and Cedric would die.

Just like she did.

Her death had been perfectly average—another teenager killed by drunk drivers, but Cedric's death would not be.

He was meant for much, much more than her. But he'd been the first kill in the war against Voldemort.

How could she let someone as bright and great as Cedric die? Jessica was an average girl, but she could save Cedric. Save the person who'd become the closest to her in a strange and alien world.

She doesn't quite feel like Celia, but she can feel the tangles of the bonds between her and the people that surround her.

She'll never see her family again, and she needs to force herself to accept that.

Jessica turns to stare at the small body next to hers.

This is Cedric. She tells herself, my twin brother.

It feels so strange in her mind, because she had—has—a brother and he's not her twin. Rather, Jessica doesn't have a twin brother, but Celia does.

The two names clash in her, warring for dominance.

Who is she? Jessica or Celia? She doesn't know.

Who can she be? She wants to hold on to her identity as Jessica—it's the last thing tying her to her previous life. But Celia is the one calling out to her, telling her to accept these people who love her as her own.

It's a dichotomy that she can't understand. So she snuggles closer to Cedric and falls back asleep, with a gaping ache in her chest.

She's awakened by Cedric who's stumbling all over the crib, trying to stand on his legs.

Every time he falls, the crib shakes a bit, and he's fallen twenty times in the past minute. Jessica sighs and sits up. She crawls over to where he is and places his hand on her shoulder.

Cedric brightens and grips her shoulder as support as he tries to stand up. This time, he's successful, and he's squealing and laughing so loudly that Camilla and Amos come in to see what the noise is all about.

Camilla gives a similar squeal at the sight—Cedric looks adorable, like a baby deer on wobbly legs, leaning on a pouting Jessica.

Amos whips out a camera-like object out of what seems like nowhere and quickly snaps a picture.

"Our Ced's moving along fast, eh?" He states proudly.

"And Celia's being so kind and helping him out." Adds Camilla, determined not to leave Jessica out of the praise.

Amos grins widely and puts his arm around Camilla as they watch the two children.

Cedric's legs finally give in and he falls back onto the mattress.

Jessica thinks Cedric's the most adorable thing she's ever seen. His cheeks are ruddy with joy, and tiny fluffs of hair are in a messy disarray. Her heart tugs and she stays silent.

It's a quiet, family-like atmosphere, and she's too caught up in it. It bothers her, the familiarity with the Diggorys, because they feel like a family. Like the one she lost.

And then she realizes that she loves them. She, Jessica Smith, loves Cedric, Camilla, and Amos. They could be her family if she let them.

But at the same time, she feels like she's stolen the life of a would-be Celia.

Maybe Celia was supposed to be Jessica. Or maybe Celia was supposed to be someone else and Jessica's soul just slipped into the spot.

A conflicted throb makes her head spin and her chest twinges with a sharp feeling. Because she so badly wants to be Celia.

Can't she be both Jessica and Celia? Perhaps Jessica and Celia are one. If they ever could be.

The moment breaks when Cedric burps and his stomach rumbles loudly, jerking Jessica out of her thoughts.

Camilla laughs and runs to get their food.

When she comes back, Cedric is gnawing on a piece of their blanket leaving drool everywhere, and Jessica is determinedly trying to avoid all the slobbery saliva.

As Camilla spoon feeds the two some baby food, Jessica is too busy feeling thankful that magic makes mashed up food taste heavenly to dwell on any of her complicated emotions and thoughts.

And she's extremely grateful that Cedric ends up throwing up in the crib and not on her.

A/N: If it sounded like I was disregarding the gravity of drunk driving, I'm sorry—I am not trying to lessen the impact and tragedy of lives stolen by drunk driving. The fact that it is such a common type of accident nowadays is a tragedy within itself. I don't mean to offend anyone—I just portrayed it as an "average" death to suit the mindset of Jessica/Celia.

I didn't mean to start another SI/OC story, but after going back and looking at my first story, I wasn't too happy with the writing. There are a lot of mistakes, so I wanted to give myself something else to practice on. And though my writing hasn't really improved, I wanted to try another timeline (and hopefully grow in my writing). And I liked this idea because Cedric Diggory too, died before his time. I'm definitely going to finish all my stories; I've just got a random update schedule because I write based on the inspiration I get.

Please let me know if you have any concerns, and thanks for reading!

I'm not good at A/Ns and I don't want them to take too much space from the story so this will (most likely) be the longest A/N.