Second Chance

by Evanescence01234

Joscelin Vollrath didn't have a good start out in life. She was tourtured by her father her whole life,then one day in the hospital, she dies. She gets a second chance, but how will she live her life this time? Read to find out!

A/N I do not own Harry Potter. I just own Joscelin or any other characters I might decide to add. Is it wrong to add more than one OC?

Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter.

I awoke to the sun in my eyes, quickly turning my eyelids from black to red. I open them, to find my dull, white room of the hospital. All my life I was abused and tourtured by my father, if I could even call him that. My mother, Annalee, died when I was four years old. It bring tears to my eyes just thinking about it. I don't remember much of it, just the funeral. I guess I started to cry, because the nurse, Susan, just walked in, and a look of sympathy washed over her face. She walked over to my bed, sat in the chair next to it, and explained to me that I was leaving soon.

"What do you mean by "leaving"? Walking out of the hopsital, on my way to the orphanage, or "checking out"? I questioned. My dad was arrested when I they found me bleeding on the floor of the kitchen, crying, and him passed out on the couch, drunk.

"Joscelin." Susan said quietly. "We helped you heal as much as we could, really we did, but your body can't take much more. I'm so sorry,but I'm afraid you only have about 10 minuets. Do you want me to let your could' ve-been foster mother in?"

I nodded. Susan got up,walked across the room and opened the door, and ran in my almost foster mother, Molly Weasley. (A/N In this fanfic, the Weasley's aren't poor, so that's why Molly and Arthur decided to adopt.) I made an attempt to smile, but failed. I looked at the clock, 8 minuets. "Joscelin!" Molly screamed. It wasn't as loud as I thought it would be. Strange. "Hi Molly, i'm sorry I could'nt live, i'm sorry for the pain i'm putting you through, and everyone back at the Burrow." I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "There is nothing for you to be sorry about, it's not your fault. It's the muggle's with their machines. We should've taken you to St. Mungo's!" Molly exclaimed. Her voice was quieter, softer.I checked the clock again. Only 2 minuets. Wow. "Molly, please say goodbye to everyone for me, Authur, Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione. I know their waiting for me back at the Burrow." I said, I don't know if she heard me or not, because then, everything started to fade to black. I wasn't sure, but I think I manged to whisper a last "goodbye" to her.

I could'nt see, could'nt hear, feel, nothing. I was blackness. Is this death?