AN: So sorry for those of you who were hoping for the next chapter in Death's Curse, but today I got hit by a plot bunny! I couldn't get the idea out of my head so I decided to type it and publish the first chapter! This is going to be a OC gets reborn into the HP universe as a main character in the story! THIS IS NOT A SELF-INSERT!

Well, I hope you enjoy the chapter, but take note that I won't be updating this story as much as my KHR/HP Xover.

Please review!

Disclaimer: The amazing and awesome Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, it belongs to JK Rowling!

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Chapter 1:

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Everyone in the world, or at least nearly everyone in the world is aware that once they reach adulthood, or teenage hood, we must all get a job.

Some jobs are easy, some aren't. Some are fun and enjoyable to do, while others are horrible and the people doing them have to drag themselves out of bed and try to motivate themselves to get to work, telling themselves that they'll eventually find a better job.

Me, I had it easy.

I was just a teenager, working as a sales-clerk at a clothing store, and I liked my job. It was decent, the pay was good, and I thought it was relaxing compared to school and the other activities I took part in on the weekdays.

It was just a part-time job, wasn't meant to be permanent, and it was perfectly safe as well. Nothing exciting ever happened.

Until March 17th.

The day started out normally, the elderly owner of the store I worked in, had been out on her lunch break, and I'd been hanging out at the front desk reading a magazine, knowing perfectly well that it was doubtful anyone would enter the store unless it was to ask for directions.

Here in California we were in the middle of a freakish heat wave, so hardly anyone was outside.

Eventually the lack of air conditioning in the store got to me, so I stopped reading my magazine and rolled it up, using it as a makeshift fan.

I stood up to go to the bathroom, hoping to splash some cold water on my face, completely nonchalant considering I was going to leave the front desk with all the money unprotected. Hey, I was only going to take a few minutes!

Once in the bathroom, I stared at my reflection.

Curly red hair framing a pale face with a few freckles and dark blue eyes stared back. Small drops of moisture were visible on my skin, and there were bags under my eyes; 'probably from all the studying I had done the night before', I thought.

Typical look for me, it was nearly impossible for me to tan, my skin going immediately from pale and freckled to sunburned, something which frustrated me to no end. Nothing like my older sister's perfect tanned skin.

Me, I was the sort of geek of the family, preferring books and computer games to my sister's clothes and beauty products.

Eventually I had enough of staring at my reflection, as if hoping for it to start a conversation or something. God, the silence must have been getting to me.

Once I started walking back to the register, I saw him.

A tall, dark haired man was at the register, stealing the money!

"Hey!", I yelled. "Stop! Thief!"

Probably not the best thing to yell at a complete stranger, while defenseless to boot. It hadn't exactly been one of my brightest moments.

Sometimes I wonder about what might have happened had I done the sensible thing and sneaked to the phone in the back room and called the police instead of calling out like an idiot to the man currently robbing my workplace.

I should have remembered it hardly ever ends well for the employees in the movies.

And indeed it didn't end well for me.

The man jumped up, startled to hear a voice in the once seemingly empty shop, and turned around to stare at me.

For a few seconds that's all we did. Stare. It seemed like eternity had gone by, and I could hear the sound of my heartbeat as I realized what I'd done.

Amazing, just great! I'd gone and done the same thing I always tell others not to do, I'd gone ahead an tried to act like a hero, against a man twice my size no less!

The man seemed to realize that he had the advantage as well, and slowly, his cocky smirk widening, he reached into his pocket an pulled it out.

A gun.

Oh god, I'm going to die aren't I? I'm going to die at the hands of some petty robber who'll probably find no more than fifty dollars in the register, how pathetic is that?

Suddenly I felt surprise at my reaction. Where was the panic, the overwhelming urge to fight until my last breath in order to make sure I survived? From my lack of any reaction, I realized I was feeling... acceptance. Acceptance of my impending death.

How pathetic was that? But I knew it would have been useless to fight, it would have just caused me a more painful death.

Suddenly, doing a half hearted attempt at escaping the gun-wielding man; I turned around and started running towards the back of the store, possibly a subconscious attempt at not having myself see the man pull the trigger and watch the bullet speeding towards my body.

Nonetheless, subconscious attempt or no, the sound of the bullet coming towards my unprotected back was still heard, and as I felt the bullet tear through my chest (a very accurate shot I might add) my last thoughts weren't about my family, or my friends, but rather something mundane.

'I guess I won't be making it home today to make dinner.'

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Darkness. Infinite darkness surrounded me for days, months, maybe even years.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, and eventually I started wondering, was this what hell was? To be forever in the darkness, unable to do anything but think for eternity? It would drive anyone to the brink of insanity, and I wasn't sure I could take it for very long before I lost myself.

Then, eventually I could move again, and I began to hope that perhaps this wouldn't last forever, that soon I would be out of wherever I was, so I slowly but surely got stronger and stronger until one day I got out!

I found myself crying in happiness, finally I was out, I was free! I tried to speak, but found myself unable to, and then I noticed my small stubby arms and legs.

'What? why are my arms so short? and how come I don't have any teeth?!'

After another brief moment of panic I suddenly noticed the quiet in the room I was in, and took a better look at my surroundings.

White walls, a white ceiling, and medical equipment was visible around me. 'Hospital', I realized. Why was I in a hospital? Looking up, I saw that a strange woman was holding me. A gigantic woman with dirty blond hair and sky-blue eyes.

We stared at each other for a few seconds as the news finally sunk in.

She wasn't a giant! I had shrunk, I was a baby for god's sake!

That's when it hit me, the memories of the robbery, of the man pointing a gun at me, of the futile attempt I'd made at escaping to freedom, of my death.

I had been reborn, in another body, possibly in another country if my new mother's accent was any indication. But what I found strange was the fact that I could remember my previous life. Weren't our souls supposed to, you know, get cleaned or washed or whatever so our memories wouldn't influence our new lives or something? Why hadn't that happened to me?

My new mother was saying something to me, but I had been too preoccupied to pay attention. Suddenly, the door to the hospital room we were in opened and two people walked in.

The man who walked in looked young, but I could tell he was in his early thirties or something like that, and he had red curly hair and dark brown eyes. The little girl who walked in looked to be about four years old and was wearing a small blue dress, along with a headband on her dirty-blond hair.

'She must be my sister, and the man my father', I realized.

My new mother seemed to radiate happiness as she watched them enter the room, and smiled down at me.

"Hey Daniel, Pet, do you want to meet the newest member of our family?"

The man-my father- walked over and slowly and carefully picked me up, holding me as if I would break easily.

"She's a beauty isn't she Rose?", he asked. "Just like her mother."

I was very aware that right now I probably looked no different than any other baby out there, I'd always held the belief that all babies looked pretty much the same for the same for the first few weeks of their lives.

My sister walked over to my father and he held me down so we could look at each other. Turning around towards our mother, she looked at me and said in a wondering tone. "She's so small!"

Both my parents chuckled.

She then asked,"What's her name mummy?"

My mother looked at my father and they both shared a smile. "Her name will be Lily, Pet. Lily Evans."

My sister seemed to realize something. "Like the flower?"

My father smiled. "Yes, like the flower. You see Pet, we have a tradition that comes from your mother's family, a tradition of naming all the girls after flowers."

My mother-Rose Evans apparently-added. "My name is Rose, your name is Petunia, and your sister's name is Lily! We're all named after flowers!"

Petunia giggled, and the happy smile on my sister's face caused me to laugh as well.

The moment I started laughing, both my parents looked at me in wonder, and my sister smiled even wider.

"I promise I'll take care of Lily mum! I'll keep her safe because I'm her big sister!", she said proudly.

"I'm sure you will Pet, I'm sure you will", my father said.

So happy was I with my apparent new start, I didn't even make the connection until my fourth birthday. That was the day everything changed.

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AN: Hello new readers! And hello to those who read my other fanfics as well! Sorry for the sort chapter, but this was just me testing the waters of a completely new fandom! I hope you liked this new story of mine, so don't forget to review and tell me your opinions!