Danie The Gallant witch HP fanfic

Prologue

¡ I do not own the Harry Potter universe I'm simply using it for this story¡

Also if you know me personally I did not base any character of you unless I've told you so!!!😖(＃＾．＾＃)

Fair warning, it's a slow beginning

My first memory, was from when I watched teenagers, who had just graduated, stand at the back of a truck while laughing and throwing beer at each other. That was back in kindergarten in my first life.
My name then was Susanna Rosenblad. Acording to my mother in that life, the name Susanna was originated from the Greek name for the flower lily. Funny how I just so happened to be named after the exact flower to mean rebirth.
I was what people would call " The perfect daughter". I took notes of everything during classes, had straight A and B in every subject, even english where my pronunciation still lacked compared to some of my friends.
I had quite a few friends, but I was a bit of a loner sometimes, and together with one of my best friends since birth, I sat and read, wrote stories and sang. I don't know if all the reading I did was the reason, like some article I read said, but I ended up having to get glasses and thereby completing the nerd look.
As time passed, I can only remember that one of my closest friends committed suicide at a young age, I lost a bit of the closeness I had to some of my friends and ended up going to the same gymnasium as one of the girls I had played handball together with earlier. Zarah, I believe her name was.
Anyhow, it strengthened our relationship and we became lifelong friends. She was the one that taught me to play the grand piano during rainy days and was there for me during all of my break-ups and I for hers.
We studied language together. But when she became a translator, I ended up working for a publishing house and wrote books as a secondhand job. But before that we traveled the world a bit.
I married at 25 to a man named Sam but I can't remember much about him any more. Together we got two beautiful baby girls. When I finally passed away I must have been 87 years old? I can't know for sure. I have forgotten. That's the backside of living for too long.

I was surrounded by my husband, my daughters, my grandchildren and my children in law in a hospital-bed in Norway, the country I'd spent my entire life in, as I passed away. That must have been my favorite death so far, because then I really thought I would die.

When I woke up again after that, I was confused. My body was weak, but not in the same way it had been before and the light hurt my eyes. I couldn't understand how I wasn't dead yet.
It was first later I realized I had been reborn. It was something I had loved to fantasize about happening as young, but as an old lady I was gladly accepting that my time was over and that in my stead others would be born. I wasn't exactly thinking that the one to replace me would be, well, me.

This life I remember more clearly. I did a lot more.
In my second life, my family only consisted of me, my parents and a black grand Dane that I could never have in my past life seeing as I was allergic to dogs. I named it after myself in my past life. It may seem like having a bit of an ego, but it was a way for me to have proof that that life had actually happened.

I had definitely needed it seeing as so much was different. This time I was a boy named Nikos Dimitriadis that was living in Greece. Meaning I had to learn Greek.
Now, many would think the reason I was given another life may have been because I still had bad karma or god gave me a mission or something. But I wasn't one of those people. I have never believed in god, something my second mother didn't appreciate. Instead of trying to find a bigger meaning, I decided to enjoy life in a way I hadn't been able to do as Susanna. The first thing I did was learn to play the guitar and drums fluently. After that it was playing football and basket that was my main interests then. I spent as much time as possible together with friends but I never failed in school, getting even better grades then the last life. As I grew, girls started to let their gaze linger on me a bit longer than before. All that training had payed of and after a while almost all the girls around my age had asked me out once. It wasn't that impressing though seeing as I lived in a small town with nearly no people in it ( or at least that was my opinion as a annoyed teenager ), when I turned down Aphrodite, my year's bimbo, there was no chance anyone didn't know who I was. I got known as " the heartbreaker ". Not my favorite nickname I have to say. I hadn't tried to be cool or anything by turning her down, I just could never truly see what about her that was that good-looking and she was a bitch with a temper I hated.
Even though I had only been in to guys my last life, this time I found girl just as attractive, so when my parents after a long time of small arguments separated, leaving me to live with dad. I started partying to get over my mother's absence and after a while I lost my virginity to one of my best female friends. We both agreed on not having any sort of relationship after that though and kept being friends. I think I invited her to my wedding.
Anyhow, with my virginity gone, I saw nothing to stop me from getting some action and soon I had slept with almost every boy and girl I didn't utterly despite. The nickname heart breaker now got an entirely different meaning to it. Before it was for not dating anyone, and now for dating everyone, meaning whoever I was together with wouldn't be special.
But at the age of twenty I left that life behind me and had a serious relationship with a guy named Dave. I became a professor at a university as well. I wrote books, played guitar for my students and boyfriend sometimes, but besides that I hadn't much contact with my past. When I discovered that the books I had loved as Susanna existed in this life as well, I made it a habit to read aloud for Dave from the Harry Potter series seeing as that was the book that changed my first life entirely. Some of my best memories was spent in our sofa. His head lied in my lap as I held the book in one hand, and played with his brown hair with the other. On my 23 birthday he proposed and I said yes of course. We never got any kids but I had some close friends that were there for me as he passed away from lung cancer at the age of 60. I lived alone after that and when I finally died at the age of 76 at home all alone, I didn't want anything else then reunite with Dave in whatever came after you died.
Of course that couldn't happen and I began my third life. By then I began giving up on ever truly dying. I was a soul who had 163 years of experience behind me. I just wanted it to end.
I should have guessed it wouldn't. This time I was Harumi Keyama from japan. I was the only daughter of the Keyama family's karate dojo. I had two older brother and we all trained together as much as possible there.
It was thanks to my life in Japan I discovered anime and manga that soon became a just as big part of my life as books. My mother was american and my father was Japanese so I could learn both languages fluently. At the age of eighteen, I was world master in kata and would have been the obvious choice for heir of the dojo. But I was a girl, no matter how boyish I acted so my oldest brother Saito that got the club.
One year when a group of people from other countries that trained karate of the same style overseas came over to Japan to train, I was their main coach. Not only because I were the world champion in kata in my age category, but also because I was the one who spoke english best of us. My mother had made sure there wasn't an trace of Japanese ( or any other language) in my english.
A french boy that came with them hung around me a bit more than necessary. I helped him with his Japanese that he was trying to learn and he helped me remember the little french I could from my first life. His name was Phillipé and he came to Japan as often he could, meaning about a month a year. On my brother's order, and because of my own decision, I also visited him and the dojo he trained at in France a few times.
When we both were 25, he asked me out. But I declined, telling him I didn't see him as more then my best friend and that I leaned more towards girls. Which was true for that life.
I got a work as a sort of DNA scientist, researching the reasons behind gene mutation in cancer, something I would never have considered working in my first life. At the age of fifty I died from getting hit by a drunk driver. I was still single and it was this time I accepted life and rebirth fully. With a smile on my lips I bled out as I watched the starts. This time I looked forward to my next life.
And now we're back to when the life I'm living now began. The woman holding me smiled as she carefully, like I was made out of glass, caressed the little hair I had. Her head was surrounded by a gloria of blonde hair and the sweat on her flushed face shined in the light from the window. She leaned back towards the pillows behind her slowly, never taking her eyes off of me. It was obvious for me that she was my mother, so I sent her a toothless smile back at her.
I wiggled a bit in her grip to get my arms out of the pink blanket around me. Pink blankets equals me being a girl, is something I've learned through my lives so when the man next to the bed called me his precious little daughter, the only thing that surprised me was that he said it in english. I gave him the same grin as mommy and let out some gurgling sounds instead of the hello I was trying to say. Of course he understood nothing of it but he smiled so brightly I almost thought he did.
I was a small thing and seeing as I had just been born, both me and my mother stayed over at the hospital for three days before going home. After that not much happened for months since my skeleton hadn't finished growing together before then. Colors and sound were weird as well until after a few days and it was then I saw the white walls with red dots everywhere in my room and heard dad and mom's fawning over how cute I was. When I thought my body was old enough, I started training at lifting my head and then my upper body with my arms. After that, I learned to crawl. By the age of four months I managed to say mom and dad for the first time, hence my father nearly fainting. I took my first steps and I learned my name during that time as well. It was Danie Beatriz Reed.