Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything else. Just my OC.
Prologue:
The girl who went through reincarnation.
Harry Potter's story started with a prophecy and his birth.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
Great stuff, really.
In contrast to her little brother, her story started with her own death by the hands of an idiotic new co-worker that shouldn't have been practicing knife throwing without supervision. Well, at least she thought her story started this way.
After all, one had to actually die before getting reincarnated according to that idiotic theory on reincarnation.
Though, she probably shouldn't go around saying that reincarnation was a stupid concept ever again. She wasn't that stubborn in her beliefs. It was such a shame she had to prove that reincarnation was true by an overachiever that couldn't wait until morning to start practicing with knife throwing.
Yes, she was very much going to remain salty about her death.
How could she not?
She expected to die in either a failed tightrope walking act or by a mishap during one of her trapeze performances, not by that new recruit. Hopefully, the idiot suffered the consequences of killing someone, trauma and jail time included. She freakin' told Joey that things would get fucked up after he left. Old timer just had to quit to go make some babies with that Russian woman he met during one of their acts.
As you may have gathered, before her death and subsequent death, she was part of a circus.
Specifically, a traveling circus by the name of Crazy Circus (very original, she knew) that mostly performed in America but sometimes went abroad to perform. Before her death at the age of twenty five, she had been performing in the circus for almost ten years. Ever since she dropped out of High School when she was sixteen and got picked up from the streets like a lost stray by the circus' previous ringmaster, Joey. He taught her all she knew about 'magic' and fooling the audience. Her other co-workers taught her all the other stuff, like tightrope walking and trapeze acts, both of which she adored.
Where was she again?
Ah, right!
She had dropped out of High School when she was sixteen. What was the point of studying to become a businesswoman when her track record was shit and she was more likely to end up in a strip club than getting accepted in a University?
Needless to say, her aunt was glad to get of her. In fact, the only time they still spoke was to wish each other happy birthdays or to ask each other for money. That was it.
Wait...that wasn't exactly it, was it?
Why was she discussing her previous life when it was her current life that was the interesting thing about her?
Honestly, being a baby was so distracting. With this kind of attention span, she'd have fell off her tightrope and given her audience quite a shock.
"Flower," a gentle, feminine voice, cooed.
The adult-turned-baby cooed back as she was lifted up from the ground. Though her eyesight still wasn't fully developed, she still recognized Lily Potter, her new apparent mother. She still could barely keep her eyes off of Lily's red hair.
Like, really, Lily's hair was a total surprise for her. Well, not really, considering the books did say she had red hair. But the adult-baby had assumed that by 'red hair', it meant that Lily's hair was actually ginger like the Weasley family.
Again, it was a total surprise to find out that red had meant a dark, beautiful, red that looked so much like candy that she couldn't help but—
"What have you been up to?" Lily asked, allowing her to yank at her hair with a very childlike enthusiasm.
In response, the baby cooed at the woman. Translation: Rolled over a lot and played with that toy thingy you left me with.
"Hmm," Lily hummed as if understanding her. "You must be hungry."
"Ah? Our little Euphemia is hungry?" James, her father, asked in amusement.
Sometimes, Euphemia wondered if her parents were part ninja. Though, honestly, them being wizards and characters from books she read was quite enough of a surprise, thank you very much.
Oh right!
She had forgotten to introduce herself, huh? How embarrassing of her to spill both of her life stories without even giving her name. Well, her previous name was probably not important. Her current one and admittedly the one she preferred was much more important.
Her name was Euphemia Lily Potter. As you can guess, her middle name was obviously inspired by her amazing, kickass mother. She was named Euphemia after her grandmother on her father's side.
She wasn't sure yet which date precisely she was born, but she was pretty sure she wasn't some kind of replacement for Harry considering Lily and James had yet to move to Godric's Hollow. It was safe to say she'd be a year or two older than her soon to be born brother.
That had also been fun to piece together.
It also was pretty fun realizing that the parents she already utterly adored were going to die if she didn't find a way to prevent it. (And let's be honest, what can a baby do?!)
Euphemia was sure she had a pretty interesting life ahead of her though, as long as she actually stayed alive long enough to actually live.
That was another uncertainty.
Despite all her uncertainties, she was currently pretty sure of one thing though.
She was pretty sure Dumbledore didn't mean this when he said that death was but the next great adventure.
Probably.
Honestly, who knew?