Little Witch Book 1

Chapter 1 - Being Reborn

I was a busy girl, I got out of the Military 3 years ago.

I am 35 years old, no family left and perhaps I can be a bit crazy and wild at times but I'm usually prepared.

That was until someone pushed me from behind, straight into a metal rod, it went straight through my lungs and it hurt like hell.

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I was in the dark and for a very long time I could hardly move, if I could move at all.

Death was. . Well it was just death honestly. There wasn't anything really special about it, it was just nothingness. No pearly gates, no seeing your loved ones.

In other words it was boring and lonely.

It was when I started being able to move around slightly that I noticed something else was going on other then just being dead.

Then I begin noticing the webs when I moved my finger, or what I think is my fingers.

Around the time I began hearing voices I was quite positive that I was a unborn baby.

Then came my birth. Don't ask. It was yucky. Like super super yucky.

I was incredibly thrilled when I was all cleaned up. 

"She's beautiful" my new mothers says.

"Just like her beautiful mother."

"Oh Sirius," mother says with a laugh, "you're such a suck up."

"Only for you love."

"I don't know."

"All I do is give James advice, I've never helped him with his wife when she was pushing out his son."

My mother laughs loudly in amusement "isn't that true. I was in there helping her if you'll remember. You and James were practically hyperventilating."

With a scuff he replies "I was not, it's normal to be afraid for my friends wife and child."

"How about we get to naming ours?" My mothers says amused.

"I think we should give her the Potter last name."

"Sirius Black." My mother scolds.

"If her last name is black they will assume she's going to be a bad sort."

"No they won't. I was a Slytherin and I wasn't bad"

"That's because you're like your mother."

"Ara Black. I took your last name, she should take it as well."

New dad sighs "alright. I wonder if she'll have your hair, right now she doesn't have any."

"Many baby's are born bald."

"Oh I know."

So, either I'm born to a bunch of overly obsessed Harry Potter fans or I got reborn into a book world.

How exciting. Note the sarcasm.

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1 Year old

I spend most of my time around my cousin when mom and dad are busy.

Considering everything with the order is picking up around now and I'm only a baby there's not much that I can do unfortunately.

Will the Blacks get to take Harry in? Or will he still be convicted of a crime he didn't commit? What about my mother?

Those were all questions that I didn't know the answer to and I didn't like that very much.

Dad was a happy and wickedly funny person and perhaps he was occasionally a bit mad if his story's are anything to go by.

Mom was wicked funny too and seemed to be just as adventurous as any. Apparently she was also best friends with Snape while at school, her and Aunt Lilly talk about him sometimes.

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1 and 1/2 Years Old.

Unfortunately I will remember everything, including how I saw my Mum and Aunt Lilly being murdered by Voldemort, their screams.

I suppose it's fortunate that dad wasn't here, not that it'll help when he's most likely stupidly thrown into Azkaban though.

Eventually Hagrid came and picked up Harry and I.

Perhaps it was also fortunate that we both get to grow up together instead of alone. I do suspect that Albus might know that Sirius is innocent, otherwise why would he want us raised together?

Though I suppose, I am only a baby, okay I'm NOT a baby, but I also am a baby.

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