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Walking to my demise, I wished I could have died like Hedwig, so quickly I wouldn't have known what had happened, or threw myself in front of a loved one to save their life. Now, walking through the forbidden forest, to my death. I almost envied my parents.
Pulling out my golden snitch, memories of my first game flashing in my mind, catching it in my mouth. I kissed it, it was my only reminder, of the happy times, when I didn't know the dark lord was alive, that it was just Ron, Hermione and myself. The snitch opened to reveal a small, dark stone, and then I saw my parents, James, my father and Lily, who I looked so much alike to. And I felt a tear slide down my face at the sight of Sirius and Remus.
"You've been so brave sweetheart." My mother murmured.
I was confused at the sight of them, but my happiness to see them overwhelmed me, but I had to ask, "Why are you here, all of you?"
"We never left." My mothers sweet voice said again.
"Does it hurt, dying?"
"Quicker than falling asleep." my godfather said seriously, so unlike his usual carefree tones.
I looked to my father who said, "You're nearly there daughter."
"Im sorry, I never wanted any of you to die for me. And Remus your son…"
"Others will tell him what his mother and father died for. One day he'll understand."
"You'll stay with me."
"Until the end."
I smiled, it was a bitter one, full of heart wrenching sorrow, for them, for Ron, for Hermione, and for Teddy. I'll never see them again. "And he won't see you." I didn't need to specify who he was. We all knew.
Sirius spoke, "No," He pointed to my heart, "We're here, you see."
"Stay close to me,"
"Always."
As I woke up, I found myself naked and without my glasses. I blushed and wished I had clothes and suddenly a dress appeared next to me. I dressed quickly in it. As I looked around I saw I was surrounded by white mist, as I heard a small whimpering sound I whipped around and saw a deformed naked baby lying on the ground far away from me. I found my surroundings turning into kings cross.
Dumbledore suddenly appeared in front of me.
"Hello Stella."
"Dumbledore… Is this real, is that you! This must be my imagination. You couldn't possibly be here. This must all be in my head."
He smiled, the twinkle in his eyes still there, even in death. "Of course it's happening inside your head, but why should that mean it isn't real?"
I heard the whimpering of the deformed baby again. "Dumbledore, what's that?"
"Something beyond either of our help, a part of Voldemort, sent here to die."
"And where are we?"
He laughed, "Well that's what I was going to ask you."
"It looks like kings cross, only cleaner, and without all the trains."
"Kings cross, is that right? This is, as they say, your party. I expect you now realise that you and Voldemort have been connected by something other than fate, since that night in Godric's Hollow all those years ago."
"So it's true, a part of him lives inside me?"
"Did? It was just destroyed moments ago by Voldemort himself. You were the seventh horcrux he never meant to make, Stella."
"I have to go back, don't I."
"Oh that's up to you."
"I have a choice?"
"Yes, if you so desired, you could board the train."
"And where would it take me."
"Where do you wish to go?"
"Back, back in time, before this whole mess!"
Dumbledore looked her in the eye and asked, "You could, as well as you could go back to Hogwarts with your friends, or you could stay here. It's your choice. Because you willingly gave your life, while in possession of the three deathly hallows, you became the master of death. So, you may have another chance, death is the next great adventure, as the well organised mind would call it, but you have already made your mind up, haven't you."
"Yes." I said, determination in my eyes.
"Then what's stopping you?"
"Nothing."
He started walking away, and I looked at the red train, looking freshly painted, and as new as the day it was made.
I walked onto the train and sat inside.
'The next great adventure.'
When Stella Rosa Potter was reborn, she did not expect to be born as the daughter of a Mob boss, the thought didn't even enter her mind. She had assumed that she would be born in the 1960's, which thankfully she was correct about. As she was held by him, staring up into her fathers amazingly purple eyes, and seemed like entire galaxy's could be hidden in those shining orbs, she would've never thought he would have been a leader of one of the most hated groups of organised crime anyone could know, whenever he was convicted for something, the people would always have no witnesses or evidence so he constantly got off scot free, but everyone knew that he truly did do it. She felt like she was in a stereotypical mafia crime story. Her father grinned down at her.
"She has her fathers eyes," Her mother, Maria, said to her father Antonio.
He smiled softly at her, and grabbed her soft hand with his own calloused one, "And your silver locks of hair," Maria was the only one who could bring out her Fathers soft spot, aside from perhaps now Stella. He took a drag of his cigarette which he had lighted, and her Mother instantly grabbed Stella and tried to swat at the huffs of smoke, attempting to keep Stella from breathing it.
"You can't smoke around her! Shes barely a day old you bloody nutter!" Her father realised his mistake and quickly dropped the cigar he held between his index and thumb, and grinding it up into pieces under the heel of his shoe.
"Sorry dear, old habits die hard." He laughed nervously and wrapped an arm around Maria, he had a deep and rough voice.
"It's fine, as long as you don't do it around little Stella again," She glared at him, "And I don't want to see any of your pals smoking around her either."
"Of course!" He said honestly, he'd just have to be careful to do it outside, or away from his little girl, he was going to have to adjust a bit with a child around.
There was a sharp knock on the door, and her father looked annoyed to have been interrupted, he folded his arms again his chest and snapped out, "Come in."
I looked at the door curiously, I had met a few of my fathers goons, and his demeanour would completely change around them, acting tougher, and being more commanding. The door quickly opened and Roberto, one of his friends from Italy he brought with him to London walked in. My father instantly relaxed, "What is it?" He asked curiously, wondering why he would interrupt so suddenly.
"Stella's birth is in the paper." Roberto held up a rolled up newspaper and her father instantly snatched it from his hands.
"London's Most Untouchable Criminal for the last decade has softened up and had a child named Stella Rosa Romano, does this mean that he'll stop terrorising London with his crimes?" Her mother read out a paragraph from it.
Her father laughed, "I guess we will have to show them why I'm the most feared mob boss in the country."
He grinned maliciously, "Get the guys together, we must celebrate my daughters birth with a robbery, with the biggest bank in the UK."
"You don't mean..." Maria looked shocked, and a little bit excited.
"Yes, I do." He smirked.
The heist turned out to be a success, with some very careful planning, the press went wild, printing copies about how Antonio had robbed HSBC holdings, the police were allowed a warrant to search the mansion we lived in, but they found nothing, like always.
Stella loved her parents, for all their flaws they still were the only parents she had really known. Lily and James died when she was a mere baby, and she never truly knew them herself.
When she had nightmares about the war, they were always there, although they were a bit concerned about how a one year old could have such bad night terrors. She was also highly intelligent, and she was her parents pride and joy with her long silver curls that were almost as tall as her, stunningly purple eyes she inherited from her father and her porcelain skin. She was a beauty, and she would admit, quite spoiled, and she would surely would have turned out badly if not for her previous upbringings.
Then, there was her magic. She was in the massive gardens in front of her house, and everyone was inside, or so she thought. It turns out her parents were having a meeting with a group of their closest friends, Roberto and his wife who he met here in London, Lyanna, Christopher and his brother Sebastian and last but not least Martin. They were walking back to the house, with drinks in hand, and laughing when they saw little Stella talking to a snake who had wondered in, and the happy serpent was overjoyed over the fact it had met a speaker. A series of hisses left her mouth and the snake wound its way up her arm and settled around her neck. I was happy to finally be able to do magic without anyone around to see her, and picked off a flower bud from one of the rose bushes that hadn't bloomed yet, and decided to speed up the process, watching it bloom in my hand.
"La mia bambina (My little girl)!" My mother shrieked running up to me. My eyes widened comically as I saw them all. They had looks of shock plastered over their faces.
I tried for a smile, which was very adorable on my four year old self, and usually charmed all of them, "Mummy, Daddy!" I said, I had kind of given up on trying to sound and act like a regular child so when I was finally able to speak, I articulated full sentences easily. "Hello, fancy seeing you around here."
Usually they would coo at me, and go on about my dimples, but this time they only gaped in shock.
"Explain now." My father ordered, in the voice he only used when commanding his lackeys, and I knew I'd have to fess up about magic.
"Okay,"
Of course, I'll never tell anyone about my old life, but I did tell them about how for some strange reason, I could use this strange magic. So I wasn't really telling the complete truth, but I didn't have as much as a problem lying in this life as a I did with my own, I had much looser morals in this time round, with my family and all.
"But you can't tell anyone! This must remain a secret," I pleaded, hoping they'd agree.
"Of course, who knows what people would do to you if anyone were to find out. Nothing that has been said today can be told to anyone. You are my most loyal friends, and have been by my side for most my life." They all nodded and agreed, and I smiled, feeling as if a bit of weight had been brought off my shoulders.
Hello, I had this idea, and I really wanted to write it so here it is, tada! The mafia stuff may be a bit stereotypical, and this version of Harry will be a lot different with him being a girl, and being reborn into a new family, and her morals will be a bit looser, because of her family. Please review, and I'll try and update this story every day.
I'm going to have a Q & A here so please ask questions, and I'll see you next time. :D
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