Disclaimer: I completely acknowledge that JKR created this world and everything in it. Because if it was up to me, Hedwig, Fred and Severus would have lived. And pairing would have been not HG but HD.
A/N: This fic is my first attempt at writing, so don't expect anything grand. And I'm sure there'll be some mistakes, considering it being not my first language. I especially have problem with Times, commas and a/the. So if you want to point out any mistakes, feel free. Also I write very slowly, so I'm not sure when will be the next update.
Warnings: hmmm, I can't really think of anything… M rating just in case
Pairings: almost all canonish even if it pains me to see Harry with Ginny
My family was as normal and ordinary as you can find, thank you very much.
I had a father, a mother and a little brother, was not mistreated in any way, and led a very boring life. So you see the picture – nothing interesting ever happened to me… and then I died. Yeah, you heard right. I bloody died. And of course it couldn't have been a heroic or epic death. Well, you know, me saving some kitty from a tree or me crashing in some plane – though we already established that I was a simple girl, so I never even flew anywhere before in my life. Nooo, I was just clumsy enough to miss a bloody step while going upstairs and to break my bloody neck. Yes, very anticlimactic.
What I was trying to say all this time is that my existence should have ended right then and there. And instead it only began.
Being reborn was the most uncomfortable and terrifying feeling, that's for sure. Ending dead was very peaceful; all that darkness…calmness…quietness… And then, suddenly, coming into bright reality full of different noises and scents and to add a very bad baby-vision... Yeah, that was quite a shock… It took me some time to calm down, I'm not proud of it. Then again, I was a toddler: I could allow myself to cry a little… or a lot… But that's not a point here.
After that I started to pay attention to the world around me. Ears, after all, were the next best source of information considering my eyesight at that moment. What I did find at first alarmed me a little: it's not every day that you find yourself reborn in another country (of course it's not every day you're reborn at all…) but I placated myself with the knowledge that my English was while not the best, was not the worst one either.
It took me some time but I figured out that my name was Ivy and I seemed to have a twin whose name was Harry. From what I understood my new mother Lily was staying in hospital for few extra days because they were not expecting my birth and it disturbed them a little. They wanted to check something for something… Yeah-yeah, you caught me: I'm not the best one in medicine… but as I was saying… I didn't actually put clues together until my new father James was allowed to visit. Anyway, you can't really blame me, my eyes were becoming better, so my pretending at least on some level that this was not happening was coming to an end. Now I was able to see me eating, me burping, and that meant that when the time came to do – ah, how to say this – my stuff, I would be able to see how a grown-up woman cleans up after me…oh, the mental scarring, the embarrassment… of course, I easily solved this problem by closing at such moments eyes but you have to understand how taxing it was to have this possibility to even exist. Obviously, I later found out that my mom didn't need to use hands for such tasks. But anyway, that day Lily, like always, was having a baby-talk with us, and I, like always, was turning her out – having to hear how cute you are about hundred times a day can really get on your nerves – when I heard father's name.
'…ames today, that's your daddy. Harry here has him as a middle name,' she said and started lightly tickling him. 'Right, Harry? Right!' When he made some cooing sounds, which she thought were good enough for an answer, came my turn. 'And Ivy here has mommy's name, right, Ivy?'
I quickly made some noise in agreement, so that she would move on. I wanted to hear the end of this speech.
'Right! As mommy was saying, your daddy wrote that he can visit today. Those bad doctors didn't let him come before, didn't they? Yes, they did. So he and you only met once, when you were born. But now he and his friends…'
Turning her out again, I tried to remember this meeting. I didn't manage. My memory was kind of fuzzy then. But that was understandable, because I was only born then. Ok, so I would see my new father soon. That would be interesting. I wanted to know how he looks like. So far my mother was a beautiful woman: she had thick, dark red hair and the greenest eyes I have ever seen – I quiet liked them.
Spending the rest of time in a daze, I perked up only when mum started showing signs of excitement. I heard some hints of commotion in the corridor and was startled when the door burst open.
'Lily-flower! Your wayward husband is heeere!'
In the door stood tall man with unruly black hair, glasses over his hazel eyes askew – but that's not what caught my attention – in his palm was some sort of stick, a very elegant-looking one. You could see that it was very cared-after. Strange, why would someone care about a stick? It reminded me a little about – but no, it was a stupid thought…
'Wormy couldn't come and Padfoot and Moony had to - '
What they had to do I didn't hear, because at that moment I was having a mental breakdown: it's not every day you find such big news. My god! So that stick was a wand, my mother was a witch, my father – a wizard, and my brother – the fucking CHOSEN ONE! I needed to calm down. Breathe in and out. IN and OUT! Ok-ok, one thing at a time. Though how I didn't notice my mother's wand before… NO! Right now I was meeting my father and his friends. That's on what I will concentrate. About hows, whys and implications of me in this world I would think later.
Relaxing a little with having some semblance of a plan, I at last look around to become aware of my mother nearing my crib.
'Want to hold your daughter?' asked Lily, though I was sure, she had already decided to put me in his arms.
'I'm not sure that's the best idea. What if I dropped her? And besides she is so tiny - '
His stammering came to an end when Lily positioned me in his arms, correcting his hold on my body along the way.
'Oh, stop being such a baby! Everything will be alright. Don't forget that I'm here in case you need help,' she said and went to check on Harry, leaving my poor father to marvel at me.
'She is beautiful…'
His voice full of awe and admiration lifted my mood a little. It's always good to feel appreciated. Seems like I was going to be a daddy's girl. Arrival of new visitors grubbed my attention.
'Prongs, where did you run off?! You could have waited for us – Oh, Evans! Hi! Haven't wilted here yet?' Sirius, a young handsome black-haired man, couldn't be serious long enough if an exasperated look thrown his way by a pale and tired, though still good-looking Remus said anything.
'Sirius, be nice,' he said in the voice of a person who said this phrase too often to believe in it usefulness and then more warmly addressed. 'Hello, Lily. You look good.'
'Sirius, Remus,' she acknowledged both men. 'Nice to see you too. And really, when will you stop calling me Evans?' Weary look told me that this question was asked many times and that she already knew the answer to it-
'Never,' cheerfully stated Sirius, not paying any attention to the frustrated glances of Lily and Remus. 'So where is my godson? I want to look at the new Marauder.'
'Sirius, we discussed this many times: you can't be sure that you are his godfather. For all you-'
'Actually, Padfoot is right.' 'Ha, see!' 'Sorry, Moony,' made himself known remaining motionless till now James not sounding very sorry at all.
'James is telling the truth but you have a godchild too, Remus,' she motioned with her head at me. Lupin didn't look very happy with this news. Hey! I'm not that bad! Well, I think so…
'I don't think that's a good idea. I may not be the best godfather for a girl…' Lily huffed, then-
'You can take him, Sirius. But be careful,' depositing Harry in the arms of suddenly nervous and not very sure of himself dogfather at all, she than took me from James and neared on werewolf. 'You listen to me! You are a good, kind and brilliant man. I will not see you putting yourself down like this! You are going to be the best godfather for this girl! Understand?! Now, hold her!' and without waiting for protests she put me in his arms. He looked at me with astonishment and wonderment, his hold on me gentle and very careful. I smiled ad him. Yes, that was the day I found about fictional world being not so fictional and met my crazy new family for the first time.
Later that day, while lying in my crib and listening to the soft breathing of my twin, I tried to imagine what would happen in the future if I were to somehow change something. Frankly, I frightened myself.
I only-only came to grips with the thought of being reborn, to find out that it was not a normal universe but a magical one (about which you read and reread so many times…) was hard enough. Then to figure out that maybe you can change future and save some lives – No! No, too much responsibility. I didn't like to have any kind of this duty. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if my attempts helped one person but killed another. The thing with HP world was it being built on the very unstable ground of strings of coincidences and changeable Lady Luck.
Sooo, one step at a time. Right now I needed to be able to pass for a toddler. Fortunately, I had a sibling: he was going to be my measuring stick for quite some time. And with heavy head full of thoughts I didn't want to have I went to sleep. My life in this household was only beginning.
A/N: So that's it. My first chapter. Do review please if you can. I'll appreciate it very much.
