A/N- Happy New Year.
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Without further ado...
Chapter One.
It all started with the end. A bright flash of light, a crash and then darkness.
My, does that not sound way too cliché? Thankfully, my death was not like that. Mine was simply a flash of light, a boom and then nothing. For a little while at least, till the darkness began to, move? I really cannot describe it as it was really really hazy but the first sort of clear memory I had after all of that was that of a face really close to mine and the undeniable urge to scream. So I did, scream I mean and then I realized my voice was shriller than ever and that someone was holding me, bridal style but it was like I was tiny and then I heard the words, "triplets! Another girl. You are lucky Hope." I would like to say I fainted but before my brain could process what was going on I was placed in the arms of this women with dirty blonde hair and the brightest green eyes I have ever seen. The feeling in her arms was incredible and so familiar; it reminded me of my Mom, oh my God! Mom, I wonder where she is now? How is she? Before I could even start to panic, the image of my death came back to me, wait how the hell am I even alive? That was a bomb blast! I am a bloody survivor, how is everyone else? My friends? Mom? Dad? Where are they? Why am I tiny? And why is this woman so familiar and cooing at me like am new born baby? Wait! New born baby! Oh no, no, no, no. This cannot be happening; I am so not bloody reincarnated! This is just insane. However, before I could voice, or try to since freaking new born can't speak, I felt my eyes close and soon I was asleep, my new mom's heartbeat calming down my scattered thoughts.
When I awoke next, all I could think of was food and was that not familiar? For a moment, I forgot all about my dilemma and tried to get up to look for food and then everything came rushing back. Being the mature person, I am, I skipped even trying to speak and just began to wail because that's standard baby talk right? Why waste energy trying to behave like an adult when you stuck in the body of a baby? And so began my new life, filled with mysteries I intended to solve and loads of baby, not, being a baby and two twin sisters and an older brother, who is called "Wemus" or Remus. Looks like I am in some future where people are naming their kids after Harry Potter characters.
Well onto other matters, one of my twins sometimes seemed too grown up to me, just like I was, it was just a feeling but I think I am desperate enough for companionship that I am thinking like this, I mean come on! Even if she tends to gravitate towards books and cries very little, that doesn't mean she is like me, does it? And any case they are just too cute, the little babies, we don't look alike you see.
Well, I have never had a twin before or a sister, so I can't say. Oh I can't wait till we are six or so, I wonder how cute will we be?
You must be wondering why I refer to them as the twins and not by name. Well, that's because Dad and Mom want to take us to a seer, and I am not liking what this is telling me (bonus, my twin, the one that seems older, her eyes have widened at the word), to choose our names. So apparently either the seer really likes Harry Potter or Latin or it's heading somewhere which I would normally come across in fanfiction.
Wait, do they even have fanfiction here?