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Jasmina Charani Shelby - a fucking mouthful if you ask the youngest daughter of the Shelby family.
Though if you did, she would laugh because Charani meant Phoenix in Romani, and like her... she was literally a Phoenix that had risen from its ashes. Dramatic, but a fact.
Jasmina used to be Harry. When she was Harry, she was a girl with a cursed life destined for a life of prophecies and unloved and yet praised by the masses for something she never had control over. When Voldemort killed her - finally killed her, she told Dumbledore at Kings Cross to "fuck off" and boarded that train that led to her having a nice chat with Death while she let the train take her to wherever the hell it was.
He asked if she wanted a do-over or do something different... or just go on to death. Harry didn't want to be Harry anymore. She was done with it. Fed up. She no longer gave a flying hippogriff about any of them because she was just a kid forced to be a savior though all they had ever done was scorn her until it no longer suited them. They abandoned her to abusive muggles and continuously turned a blind eye. Harry was just simply tired.
But she didn't want to die. She was a kid, only 17 and she really wanted for once in her life to have a family who loved her enough to stay with her. To always choose her. Of course, she didn't expect all her family to love her, she would be perfectly content with just one person. Though more than one would be nice.
And that's what Death did. He gave her, her heart's desire. And she had never been happier.