𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

DΣΛƬΉ

Lily's Pov

I died.

And in a anti-climatic way too.

No explosions, I didn't save someones life gosh darn I didn't even get to die doing something awesome! I died in my sleep after reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Honestly what a bore. That sums up my life. Too busy either studying or reading Harry Potter books. No friends but might I say excellent grades. Only child to a family of rich stuck up parents who only care for said excellent grades. Sadly for them I was a chaotic bisexual mess from a messed up generation....'Gen Z'(enter dramatic music). So I wasn't the best child in the world...but hey did I mention I had great grades?

I stop my pity party for a moment and take a look around. It's literally just stars and space. I was in awe just staring out into space before I feel a light tap on my shoulder. As I turn around I see a man with inky black hair and a pale face with sharp features. Dressed in all black, I come to the conclusion this is death. I think to myself quietly 'hmm maybe he's here to take me to hell'.

Before I could ask what was going on he speaks in his eerie voice.

"Hello."

Oh so not awkward at all.

"Umm..hi?"

He chuckles quietly.

"How would you like a second chance at life?"

As I ponder on this oh so big decision I come to the conclusion that if I don't chose to go to another life I will most likely be sent to hell, and I'm not exactly ready for that. Maybe next life.

"Sure."

He splutters before replying, 'hmm  guess a lot of people don't just jump in without asking for the conditions.'

As he starts speaking I zone out for a hot minute before he snaps his fingers and I'm gone. Probably should've payed more attention. Instead of a beautiful galaxy filled with many stars, I'm stuck in a hot sticky enclosed space....wait...NO....I'M IN SOMEONES WOMB!! As I start to panic and kick I see a bright light. A million thoughts are racing through my mind. Did I die again? Is this hell? Is it heaven? That's when the reality of the situation hit, I'm being birthed. WTF!!

As I feel myself being wrapped up and my crying stop, I hear who I assume to be my mum. 

"Look at her, isn't she beautiful John?"

"She is Rosie, she really is. What are you going to name her?"

"Lily. Lily Azalea Marie Evans."

HOLD UP A DAMN MINUTE.

That sly dog death put me in Harry Potter! Suddenly I feel a lot better. I'M HARRY JAMES FRECKIN' POTTER'S MOTHER Y'ALL. I'm a mother no drama.

As I feel my eyes slowly close, I'm engulfed in a surge of warmth and happiness.

Maybe this life would be good.