Prologue

Catherine opened her new eyes for the first time on October 31st, 2006, to the joy of her parents, Rosanne and Michael Bautista. As an adult, it's hard to imagine what it would be like to be born again. In order to omit the gorier details, it was disorienting.

After nine months in total darkness, with watery noise as her only entertainment, Catherine was suddenly bombarded with sights and sounds. It was too bright, too loud, and too cold. There was an awful sound ringing in her ears, and it took her a moment to realize that it was her own voice.

Birth was disorienting. Catherine was so confused that she couldn't help but sob, or at least, try to sob and instead end up screaming. She felt herself being handled, going from the arms of one person to another, but she was still confused. Why did she feel so small?

When she finally quieted down enough to hear what was going on around her, all Catherine could hear were words of congratulations to the figure holding her. She could barely see – the experience only comparable to waking up after a long nap, and only being capable of opening one eye.

"What will you be naming her?" A voice asked. They couldn't be far, but everything sounded to Catherine like she was underwater.

"Catherine." Another voice answered, a woman, from what the infant could tell. "Catherine Anne."

It took Catherine about a full day to process that she had just been born. After that, she cried so much so that she was almost certain the nurses and doctors in the Neonatal ICU wanted to discharge her without waiting for her condition to actually stabilize.

Catherine was stuck in the NICU for about three days. She had been born two weeks before she was supposed to be, but not so premature that she had to stay any longer.

For a long time, Catherine thought that she had been born to the same parents. Catherine Anne had been her name in her past life, and she couldn't see or hear well enough to realize that the people who had taken her home were not her parents. She thought she had an epiphany, that she had uncovered the mystery behind death – that you just end up living your life all over again.

When Catherine finally gained the ability to see and hear clearly, she realized how very wrong she was.

A/N:

Thanks so much for reading! In all honestly, I haven't written a fanfic since I was about twelve. Recently, however, I've had so many ideas for a reicarnation!au stuck in my head. I was lucky enough to go to the first two nights of previews for Cursed Child on Broadway, and this fanfic is all I could think of to make up for the fact that I will likely never see it again. Plus, Scoripus is so, so endearingly awkward, and I wanted to appreciate him through a bit of a fic.

Of course, this is also me indulging my own imagination. As stated in the summary, this is a Self-Insert. I was heavily inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr that said something along the lines of modern muggle-borns having found that they could get Wi-Fi at the top of the Astronomy tower to play League of Legends. So, let it be known a muggle-born power club will soon come about, along with some fun character interactions with stuff like phones and laptops, but most importantly, Drake and Vine compilations on YouTube.

I've outlined many, many chapters so far and have many more ideas. If you're looking for a romance fic, I'll warn you that this will likely be a very, very slow burn as I intend to have Catherine interact with Scorpius and Albus over the course of their first four years of Hogwarts leading up to and after the events of the Cursed Child. Right now, I don't plan on any major romance stuff happening until at least a year after Cursed Child. There will definitely be hints of it here and there, but don't expect anything to happen quickly.

I hope y'all stick around with me as I update! I'm very much looking forward to writing this!