- Harry potter belongs to J.K Rowling, not me! Unfortunately… I hope you guys like my version of Harry Potter. If you don't then don't read it!
I never really thought about how I would die. I seemed only natural that when I did I wouldn't come back. But that does not explain why I am now in an eight year old girl's body that has recently died and has the same name as me. I remember all of my memories from before I died and of this other me's memories. See it all started when a thief broke into my apartment:
FLASHBACK
Twenty years old, long black hair, green eyes mixed with hazel. I was sitting on a couch at home with my cat Jinxy. She was all black with a spot of white on her chest. It was the anniversary of my entire family's death they all died in a car accident at the same time. I was watching a sad movie while eating popcorn and candy. It has been five years, but it seemed like it just happened.
After my family died (I was 15) I was going to be put in an orphanage, but they found my mothers will left me with my entire families assets and a slip for emancipation. I never really thought of what I wanted to be, but after seeing (I was there) my family die I wanted to do some good for the world. So I decided to finish high school and go to medical school. I graduated school early at sixteen and am in my third year of medical school. I tried my hardest for the memory of my family!
I fell asleep on the couch that night. I heard a sound of the floor creaking and when I opened my eyes the memory of my killers face holding the gun to my face will forever be etched in my memory. It's actually rather funny, it was my cousin ( he was in England at the time of the families death, I hadn't seen him in ten years). He killed me for money. I would love to see his face when he realizes it was all in vain, because in my will I left the money to multiple charities and ordered them to start the Stevens family orphanage.
END FLASHBACK
So here I am lying on the sidewalk my long black hair spilled out around me, people screaming and being over all frantic. I try to bring back the former me's memories of the events; instead I get the whole history:
FLASHBACK
At the age of one my family was murdered by a lot of people I masks I was hiding behind a secret door in the wall. I watched and silently cried as I watched my family die. My mother had heard the wards around the house go off before she stuck me in her with her final words.
"Rose sweetheart know that your father and I love you and will be watching over you forever and ever. Take care of yourself and be strong for us okay.. I love you Rosey" My mom turned her back on me then, her long brown hair flying behind her as she ran toward my father. They died fighting by each others side. I was a smart girl already able to talk in almost full sentences I understood what she said and new I was on my own for a while.
I was later found by an old lady while I was wondering around. I was stuck in an orphanage and from then on was treated like trash because odd things occurred around me. I didn't care what others said though I was still nice to everybody (unless they were picking on someone), animals seemed to love me and would always be around me.
I was very intelligent spending most of my time in libraries or reading under a tree outside on sunny days. That's how I died actually. I was walking to the library when I saw a car coming for a little boy my age so I pushed him out of the way. The last thing I saw was him on the ground reaching for me, he had black hair everywhere glasses and the most startling green eyes I had ever seen. His hand was up like he was reaching for me. I died with a smile on my face.
END FLASHBACK
I looked up looking for that little boy. As I stood up I went unnoticed by the people swarming me. It was weird being in my eight year old body, I was so short! Oh well I could grow up again and do whatever I wanted it would be fun. I now registered the voices of everyone and realized I was in ENGLAND…weird. So my other self in this worls/diemension/place was from England while I was from America hmm. Oh well.
I looked around and could still see the boy standing in the same place as before staring at me wide eyed. I smiled at him. I felt a connection to him like I should protect him or something. I started my way over to him and when I reached him I realized we were the same height. His eyes were still wide and seemed to keep on getting wider.
"Hi" I said to him grabbing the hand he had been reaching for me with.
"Hi" he said back shyly. I giggled at that. "What's your name" he asked me curiously.
I grinned "my name is Rose Stevens, but you can call me Angel, because I'll be watching over you from now on". I stated to him. And I would be I new my family was rich and that I had a lot of houses in the muggle word as well as an account at the local bank. My other self just didn't remember before. I could tell that the little boy in front of me was abused and sad. You could tell by the bruises on his arms and neck. I would protect him.
"What's your name" I asked back.
"I'm Harry, Harry potter" His smile turned into a grin and he seemed happy that I would be protecting him. I made a silent promise to my self then, That I would protect him from anything and always be by his side. So with hand in hand we walked away taking about one another and our favorite thing to doe, eat, and read. The sun was beginning to set by the time we finished talking and I new I would be taking him with me the next morning to a new place, hopefully a better place. After bring him home I made my way back to the local orphanage.
