Cliche title I know. The last thing I remember before the darkness consumed me, was the smell of a hospital and a figure with a scythe. Now I wake up as a baby again, but not just any baby, but as the daughter of James and Lily Potter?! Well...the wizarding community better prepare, because I will not be a pawn. I don't own Harry Potter. Said right belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling All rights to the images/pictures used in this story belong to their original creators/owners. This story may contain strong language. This is a fan fiction, meaning things such as looks, background, people, animals/creatures and objects will not always follow the original plot or information you may find on the web about them.

I was 19 when I died. I was beaten and had extensive internal bleeding and all I could do was be made comfortable and wait for death. I was abused by my parents and in the end killed by them. Borderline genius because all I did was read and think all day long between beating. I have an eidetic memory. Turns out that the gods like to gamble and play games. The god of fate lost to the goddess of luck and the god of death. Now as a reward for being the reason the two gods won their game, I am being reborn into the life of my all time favorite character Harry Potter. Once I am I will be granted three wishes. The things I will change and the things I will do.