Death is something everyone knows of. Death is inevitable, no one can escape it. No one knows what comes after death either. Nothing? Heaven or Hell? I didn't know either.

Didn't

But now I do.

Seventeen and about to start senior year. To be honest that wasn't at all exciting. I had always enjoyed my books rather than reality and the thought of graduating, going to college, getting a job, and settling down didn't appeal to me in the least. It wasn't an aversion to responsibility or not wanting to "grow up" on the contrary that had happened long before senior year. There was nothing that I wanted to do. School was easy if not boring, I wasn't a genius, but I didn't need to study to make A's either.

Earlier that month I had gone to pick up my schedule. Now off to collect materials I had no idea what was to happen? Then again no one truly ever knows when that moment is coming.

I dislike shopping, well abhor is probably better. While my mother went off to look at clothes and bags I snuck off towards the book isles.

I was never very loud or girly, I didn't particularly stand out, I was an overly average seventeen year old girl. Plain brown curly hair that liked to frizz and when short resemble an '80s Afro, overly pale skin that burned too easy and of average height. I wasn't skinny or fat closer to ideal weight with largish thighs. Overall I was completely forgettable and that was how I liked it.

Books were and always will be my escape. My favorite, Harry Potter. Tales of magic and adventure, of dragons, house elves, and horcruxes. I'd probably read the series countless times, watched the movies even more.

I had run my fingers down the new spine of the first book as if it were a priceless heirloom, letting out a despondent sigh I turned away back towards my mother. I hadn't been able to find her in fact I hadn't been able to see anyone. Confused I walked towards the registers.

'Maybe my mother had finished shopping?'

No.

"Mom?"

Wrong.

A man with a gun turned finger that had already been too close to the trigger squeezed from shock.

A bang. Pain. And, then nothing.

Death was... strange. Death wasn't nothing, Heaven, or Hell. It was dark, cramped, and boring. The tunnel of light was sounding like a much better deal than this. I became tired easily and when I was awake I had spent the time trying to move around. Key word therebeing 'trying'. What little I could move tired me out quickly. When I became to tired to move but too stubborn to fall asleep I tried remembering the stories and books I had read. Harry Potter made more than one appearance during those times.

I couldn't tell how long I'd been dead, but the space had gotten smaller so I knew time had passed. To be honest I wasn't sure I could take much more of this, I never was good at dealing with boredom. When my tiny cramped little slice of death began to squeeze I panicked. Flailing I tried to fight against the stronger outer force.

Cold and wet were the only things I could process as I had just been removed from my dark, cramped hole for the first time.

I screamed at the feeling.

Well I tried, but only managed an airy hack when actual air filled lungs I had no longer believed existed.

Bright

I could barely see, what I could see was blurry and did me no good. Giant brownish blobs passing me along so fast my eyes couldn't adjust to the new enviroment.

When I finally came to a halt, finally dry and wrapped in a nice soft blanket, my eyes managed to adjust enough to see that the blobs were in fact not blobs. They were people. Granted my eyes weren't tip top condition almost everything was still blury, but I still managed to see that these people were much much larger than I am.

I was smaller than them, wrapped like a miniature burrito, and currently being held by a blob person with long dark hair. Pieces clicking together I did the sensible thing, I screamed.

I was a baby.

It soon came to my notice that the blob with long hair was my new mother. Finally, my eyes started to clear up and the doctors and nurses no longer looked like huge blobs. My new mother is actually quiet pretty. She has long dark chocolate colored hair and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. Her face is the very description of feminine and aristocratic. Thankfully her personality seems less aristocratic and more gentle. Whenever she sees me she gets the big smile on her face and I feel guilty because ... because I still can't think of her as my mom.

Not yet.

One thing I was absolutely not expecting was the gender change. That's right the previously known Autumn has now become Avior. I should feel guilty about scaring the nurse who tried to change me, but I was still too busy freaking out because oh my god I have a penis now and I don't know how to use it.

Needless to say my toddler years will not be fun.

Months had passed I can honestly say that being a baby isn't fun at all. My muscles aren't strong enough to let me do much moving, and don't get me started on the fact that I have to wear diapers.

Even after all this time I still haven't seen my new father. Sadly I have seen my new grandparents, at least on my mother's side. They don't like me much. Grandmother called me a bastard half-er. I guess I'm an accident of an one night stand.

That's fine my new mother likes me. Loves me even.

She was ecstatic and probably not at all surprised when my first words were "Mama". Crawling and walking came soon after.

Unfortunately potty training took longer. My newly acquired... extension...was harder to use than expected. I suppose it didn't help that I was still a girl just ... just in a males body. Now even in my old life I wasn't exactly girly, but that didn't mean I was over the moon about the change.

When I turn four my grandmother hits me for the first time, I had dropped a glass. Hands clenched tightly I try to stop my anger from boiling over into tears. Desperately I wish I was with my new mother. A tight squeezing feeling and suddenly I'm airborne and headed for my mothers bed.

She never quiet recovered from my birth and gets sick easily now.

My stomach was revolting and I had to concentrate to make sure not to throw up. In the middle of my misery I noticed how my mother seemed so happy. I finally managed to keep my stomach from expelling everything I've eaten I glance at my mother. She claps and congratulates me on my first case of accidental magic.

Accidental magic.

Magic is real.