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This chapter has been edited slightly. Some things were added. Other small things erased. It's still pretty much the same but with just a couple more things.

She can't exactly explain being reborn.

She doesn't remember the exact moment when she went from being dead and nothing to a baby developing inside a uterus and luckily, she also doesn't remember being inside it or coming out. From that, there's only these feelings that she can't explain. Like there was someone with her and then that someone kind of disappeared? or something and then the only thing she could register was bright lights that freaking hurt her newly developed eyes and then many voices speaking at the same time and she couldn't process what they were saying.

Then, as she began to adjust to the loud voices and was in a pair of safe arms, the memories from her other life came rushing back into her new brain at full force and it hurt so much that she screamed and wailed.

(The memories of her crappy life that was mainly about her being ignored by her parents in favor of her perfect and flawless older sister, failing her exams to enter college even when she studied during countless days because maybe then, her parents would notice her and ending up being thrown to the streets at eighteen to 'make a life for herself and to become more mature', they said and finding a crappy job and after gaining some money, finding a equally crappy apartment. And her death which was, in her opinion, stupid and stupid and just why did she do it? She could've just let the kid be hit by the damn car. It was his own damn fault that he went after the damn ball but no. She had go into 'hero' mode and throw herself at him, pushing him out of the way. Not that she was leaving behind much anyway. Her parents wouldn't even mourn her, she guesses. Her sister? Maybe. She did try to get along.

But overall?

There'd be no one to miss her.)

Why did she even get her memories? They're just filled with pain and misery. They'd be good for nothing.

Why was she even reincarnated?

There were billions of other people that the second chance could've been given too. Maybe this is what happens to everyone. Maybe the people who believed in the concept of reincarnation were right after all. But death had been something else. There was no peace or warmth or even the damn Reaper. There'd been just nothingness. She had been nothing and then she was just there, in the world again and being delivered into the arms of her new mother.

And what about consequences? Would there be any?

Because reincarnation was a experience that dealt with death and she'd seen that there were effects to it? Maybe she'd read wrong, since she had read in the internet and didn't have any physical proof.

And then she found out where she'd been reincarnated into.

She'd been a few months old. Maybe five or six? And before that, she spent the time sleeping and eating and being picked up and trying to talk. Nothing else. Just trying to adjust to her new life, in a new place. She didn't even play that much with the toys she'd be given, maybe due to her mental age? But she kept this fluffy dog plushie that this man with dark hair had given her. She had learned that he was her godfather or something from what her new father told her as he rocked her to sleep? She doesn't even know why she kept the plush close to her. It had been so warm and her past life's godfather never really showed much interest in her. So maybe that's the reason?

Anywho, she'd thought that the place she'd been reborn into would be in some other point of the world. Maybe in Africa or Europe or Asia. Somewhere cool and nice where she'd be able to maybe live a nice life for once and actually be happy. Somewhere where she'd learn to talk another language and where she'd actually get to make friends and just live. She learned she had been born in England - at least from the accent of her parents that's what it seemed - and she was a only child.

Imagine her surprise when she finally learned her name and surname.

("I want to pick Harry up," her new father - he had this messy dark hair and hazel eyes that were bright being rounded glasses - had declared, reaching out for her as she was safely held in her mother's - dark red hair and the brightest emerald eyes she has ever seen - arms, "I won't let her fall."

She had closed her eyes then, just wanting to sleep and she had imagined her new mother rolling her eyes, as she usually did, "I'm not worried about you letting her fall. I'm worried about you squeezing her too hard like she's a bloody teddy bear. And it's Harriet, not Harry. She's a girl."

"I do not squeeze her that hard," her father had snorted, sounding a tad bit offended and then had tickled her under her chin and she had giggled involuntarily, or maybe it was never involuntarily. She had felt the happiest in their presence, "I can just see that she's going to be a tomboy and she's going to be just like me."

"That still doesn't explain why you're so blatant of calling her Harry and God help us if she's turns out like you, Potter."

And she had frozen up in her mother's arm at the oh so familiar surname that had left her new mother's lips oh so easily and she had proceeded to think about how could it be possible for her to be in a world that wasn't even real and in the body of a female version of the main character and she just can't understand why? How?

But maybe it wasn't, a part of her had told her. Maybe Potter is just a common name in England and maybe she just coincidentally ended up being reborn in a family with that surname.

"Hey, you're a Potter too now, Lily and- uh, she looks like she's about to burst into tears."

But then the name. Lily. Her new mother had emerald green eyes and dark red hair. That had been the description of the character in the book. She had the name. And then the name Harriet. Harriet Potter. Harry Potter. And she had heard her mother call her father James.

It was way too much of a coincidence.

It couldn't be.

And she had cried and screamed and wailed some more because she mentally couldn't understand how she had ended up inside a world that only existed inside books and movies and that her and her sister's nanny would read to them and that was loved by millions of people.)

She still doesn't understand and she thinks that maybe it was something that couldn't be explained.

It was when she had learned her new name and new surname that she thought: did that mean that the original Harry was dead? She had taken his place (how that was fucking possible, she'll probably never know) and that was really, really bad. There was absolutely no way that she was going to be like he was. Hell, their personalities were as different as day and night, except the whole not wanting the whole destiny that had been given to him when he was only fifteen. And also their similar pasts, although he had been abused by his uncle and aunt while she had been emotionally detached with her parents.

And she may have sacrificed her own life to save a little boy's but that did not make her qualified to be in this position.

Hell, she couldn't take care of herself properly before. She had to survive with just the minimal salary of being a waitress and that was not enough to get back fully on track. What made whoever put her in this world think that she could save the world from a dark wizard? Or would?

But she has a feeling she'll probably be dragged into it, no matter how much she doesn't want it.

And here she is, about three months after her first birthday, waiting for the moment that put the whole story into motion. The moment where she'll meet her arch nemesis and survive the Killing Curse. She feels sad and angry that could only spend a few months with Lily and James. In this small space of time, she grew attached to the couple. They were the parents that she wishes her other parents had been and they were so young too. They're pretty much fresh out of school. They had their whole lives in front of them to live out with their child and that was taken from them when some psychopath decided to hunt them down to kill their kid. They were her new family and the only people she'd actually consider family because the people she'd be going to in no hell deserved the name of family.

("Do you like it?" her father had grinned when he finished his tale about Quiditch. She had smiled back at him because it had been so fun. He had made the sport sound so, so fun and made her want to try it, "I bet you're gonna be the best player of your house, Harry."

"It's Harriet, James," her mother had said, sighing as she had come into the room.

"Fine," he had grumbled but he still had his happy grin on his face and he had come closer to her, his glasses nearly touching her nose, whispering, "I know you love it when papa calls you Harry, don't you?"

And because she hadn't known how to reply, she had giggled and grabbed onto his face because yes, she definitely loves it.)

I hate him, she thinks to herself as she's being held in her mother's arms, I finally have a family that loves me and it's going to be taken away from me.

But that's how it has to be. Her new family has to sacrifice itself because of plot reasons. Because she has to survive a deadly curse. Because mother's love - no, actually it's parents' love because fuck them for just thinking about mother's love. Harry's dad's love for him is also important and whoever disagrees can go fuck themselves - is the most powerful thing in the world.

And as the peace and quiet crumbles around her, the one thing going through her mind is am I going to die?

Because she's not Harry. Technically, she doesn't have any magic in her soul? but the body doesso does that mean that she does have magic? There were no accidents when she was a baby. Nothing exploding or breaking. She was a pretty quiet baby but she should've, I don't know, felt something? She could feel something around her new parents. She can't quite explain it but she just knows that it has to be their magic so does that mean that if she's sensitive that she has magic?

But if she doesn't, does that mean that the Killing Curse will kill her?

And is it really a bad thing if it does kill her?

The world would have Neville to take the place as the Chosen One, if she remembers correctly. So, it's not that bad really. If death comes again.

But as she's standing on the crib, watching Lily beg and beg with the hooded figure with the red eyes that she identifies as Voldemort and then watching the woman's body fall down to the ground like a rag doll due to a flash of green with a thud so familiar to that of her father's body hitting the floor in the hallway right outside her nursery -

(her mother's happy and warm and beautiful smile fills her mind and she can also hear her father's laughter and she feels their embraces around them and her eyes sting and so suddenly, she's crying because they're dead gone gone)

- she's suddenly afraid.

Afraid of dying.She actually doesn't want to die again.

Because death is kind of overwhelming. It can happen just like that and your life is taken as easily as it was given to you and that's terrifying to think about and because maybe she wouldn't get reborn again and she wouldn't have the chance to actually live.

And there's hissed words and a flash of green comes straight at her, she closes her eyes and waits for whatever is to come.