The Things I Saw

by rasberrycupcakes

Nina thought life would be great once she died. That for once she'd finally get to relax. Chill. Unwind. But unfortunately for her, nothing is ever that simple. So when she's enlisted to save a world she thought was fiction you couldn't blame her for not jumping at the chance. But can Nina really rewrite history? Or will the Harry Potter universe turn out worse than it was before?

The ambulance came too late.

Flashing lights and piercing sirens did little to save her.

Night was encroaching when Marie Anicula sat on her doorstep contemplating life. How such a beautiful young girl, with so much life in her could just fade away. How all that spirit could just disappear into the setting sun.

Even from halfway down the road, Mrs Anicula saw the body bag leaving the house. A small of cluster people trailed doggedly behind. The deceased girl's doting mother, weeping, ragged curls drooping to one side. She was choking out an explanation to a paramedic, whilst clutching her husbands wrist like a vice. She looked a mess, poor woman, thought Mrs Anicula sympathetically.

Her husband, the girls father, only looked defeated. Like he knew this day would come. Mrs Anicula supposed he would have, her whole collapse and all. At least they had their goodbyes. However a million goodbyes didn't look to have been enough. He looked inconsolable, Mrs Anicula sighed.

The third straggler in the group was Sebastian Hayward. They had been a couple. Him and her. Childhood sweethearts, is what Mrs Anicula called them. A couple destined to stay together forever. She had heard rumors, many of them, about Sebastian Wilson, but the girl made him good. And now she was gone. Mrs Anicula could hardly stand to watch his anguish. The youth of today, always falling head first never thinking about consequences.

Nina Fitzhugh had been a bright spark. Popular, pretty, perfect. Unfailingly kind. She was a girl you would do anything for. Not to mention her brains. One of the best in her school Mrs Anicula had heard her mother gloating. Athletic too, with her mother whizzing her off to dance class every other day. A perfect child. Mrs Anicula thought with pity. Snatched away too soon by death. And she had so much to offer. Such a waste. Mrs Anicula took a deep breath. Oh well, not much use dwelling on it now.

With that, Mrs Anicula turned on her heel and left her shadowy doorstep for bed. Shutting her front door firmly behind her, blocking out the last of the whimpers.