I looked at the mirror staring at my reflection, it seems that my hair has grown I thought to myself this would seem normal for any other girls but that wasn't me, I wasn't some other girl. I was Harriet, the-girl-who-wouldn't-bloody-die, potter and I think I've just killed someone.

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I woke up to the sound of machines beeping and the wind blowing through the window, i looked around noting that the room I was sleeping in wasn't the one I slept in yesterday. If I was actually awake i would be freaking out but right now everything is foggy and I have a huge migraine, I wasn't really processing anything but I did notice that I was in a muggle hospital. I wondered what I was doing here, I don't think I was sick or injured so what was I doing here? Shrugging the thought off I tried to sleep once more, and as I closed my eyes I could hear the sound of the door open.

"Mom" a brown haired girl whined "Tell dad to stop singing please" all she received from her mother was a laugh and a offended sound from the male, I would presume he was the father, "excuse me young lady but your mother fell in love with this voice" he replied.

Why was I dreaming about this random girl? I thought as I looked around the car, it seemed that we were moving past trees and I saw a bridge coming up and that it was also it was raining.

"Honey, stop teasing her" the woman laughed "you know how she gets" the daughter gasped and pretended to look offended at her mother

"Mom!" she said "how could you take dad's side? I thought we were a team" she pouted, I looked at the family with longing.

I always wanted to have a family like this but that was not possible, I thought sadly, after the battle of Hogwarts I found out that I was infertile and was not able to carry out children but that didn't stop me from searching for ways to counter act it.

It had been a year since that and I still couldn't find a solution, at first I was angry because why me? I fought for everyone and I saved people so why couldn't I have one thing that could help me? I started to push people away and always got angry but I was lucky to have 2 best friends and the best god child anyone could ever ask for.

After saving me from drowning they spent time with me, helping me move on and when I finally realised it, I was happy, I had a family and I do have a child to look after. Teddy helped me the most, He was the most precious thing anyone could ask for, it seemed I zoned out for quite a bit because I got startled when I heard the shouts of the adults and the scream of the girl.

When I finally focused on the family I noticed that we had gone over the bridge and that the mother wasn't responding anymore and blood was pouring out of her head, the father was frantically trying to get out and the daughter fast asleep in the back. I tried to help but since it was a dream I couldn't do anything.

I woke up to the sound of someone talking to me and I opened my eyes to see a woman crying holding my hands.

"Oh my god! You're awake! Thank you, thank you!" the woman kept on repeating tears streaming out of her eyes. I didn't understand why she was crying and why she was holding my hands, I tried to pull them out but her grip on me was strong and no matter what I did I couldn't tear my hands away.

When I tried voicing out my thoughts I found out that my throat was sore, like really sore, it was so dry and sore that i started to cough. The woman held out water for me and started to babble on about how sorry she was, with her talking like that I could feel the headache returning. I was about to yell at the woman when I saw a teenage boy come through the door. When he saw me his face expression showed pain and relief and he started to come towards me his face streaked with tears.

"Thank you for not dying" I heard him sob, "thank you for not leaving me alone" I wanted to get out of this boys hold but something was stopping me, something pulled at my heartstrings and I just couldn't move away. The way he looked at me reminded me of the looks people had on their faces when they lose their precious loved ones.

When the boy finally stopped hugging me it became awkward, I had a feeling he didn't do that often, I looked around the room to distract myself when I caught sight of the mirror at the corner. I stared hard at the mirror, my heart thumping hard, I didn't recognise who the person was on the mirror, but She was staring at me and I at her, so that must mean that she was me, right? My brain couldn't cope with that thought and shut down because the next thing I could remember was the sound of the woman and boy yelling out in shock as they saw me drop to the bed, out cold.

When I woke up next time, I was hoping that everything that happened before was a dream, nothing more than that because it shouldn't be possible for me to look so different, I counted to ten and slowly opened my eyes to an empty room. It seemed that it was the evening now because I could see the sunset but I was still in the same room as before and I looked at the mirror on the corner of the room, the image looking back at me wasn't me, It wasn't Harriet potter, it was some random girl with brown hair and brown eyes not the curly red hair nor the green eyes that i was used to seeing.

I turned my head towards the door to the woman before, she seemed shocked to see me awake but that washed away to relief, as she tried to reach out to me I moved further away from her.

"Elena?" the woman said "what's wrong" everything was wrong, I thought, I wasn't Elena I didn't know who this woman was and I was frustrated that the magic I kept on trying to call upon was not responding to me.

"Elena? Tell me what wrong?" the woman started to sound desperate "should I call the doctor?" it didn't seem like she was talking to me

"who are you" I asked, the voice that came out sounded so wrong what happened to me, I though frantically, "where am I? What did you do to me?!" I screamed, the woman looked taken aback.

"Elena-"The woman tried to say but I wouldn't hear it
"I'm not Elena!" I shouted "Who are you?!" I frantically tried to read for anything to throw at her, it seemed with my yelling it brought the attention of the healers.

" calm down please" the healer said trying to soothe my anger and frantic movement "I know you're disorientated but calm down, breathe in and out, count with me okay?" She said softly, I listened to her because I could feel the rise of a panic attack and I didn't want one in a situation I didn't know how to get out of.

"Now, do you really not know who this person is?" the she said as I calmed down, I shook my head and that seemed to make the woman cry.

" may I talk to you outside?"

"Yes" the woman said

It seemed like forever until the healer came back to me, the woman left after making sure it would be fine and when the healer came back she grabbed my hands gently and started to tell me about what had happened and that I had amnesia.

I knew I didn't but now that my panic had started to fade I actually began to think logically, most people had assumed that because I was in Gryffindor I wasn't capable of thinking but I was and right now the best idea was to pretend to be with amnesia, because if I don't pretend what would happen to me, I didn't have my magic and I didn't have a clue on what was happening. When the healer left I fell asleep, I was tired and I needed to look into what had happened but I won't be able to do that if I was sleep deprived.

The following weeks had been a blur to be honest, no matter what I could not grasp my magic and I was becoming resigned. The girl in the mirror looks exactly like that girl from my dreams and the events the healer told me had occurred was exactly like the dream, everything always happens to me I thought to myself, fate loves to screw me over.

It took me a month to get out the hospital but during the course of my stay I found out a few things about the girl whose body i was using. She was a popular girl, someone who was kind, had 2 best friends, had broken up with her boyfriend and had recently lost her parents. I felt sorry for her brother and aunt because they thought that the girl, Elena, was still with them when I had taken over her body. Although I deeply missed my friends and Teddy, sweet sweet teddy, I must say I kind of liked having an aunt that didn't hate my guts and a brother who clung to me. I grew to love them but I knew I needed to get back home, so the first thing on my list of things to do was to figure out what the bloody hell happened to my magic and how to get it back.

When I arrived back home I was shown to 'my' room, my brother, Jeremy held me like I was a fragile piece of glass and guided me back to me bed, I looked around my room and noticed the photo's on the desk and a diary next to it. I hugged Jeremy again and he left me alone, I walked slowly over to the diary and photo's categorising everything I could when I picked up the book.

And can I say this girl writes, like wow she probably writes in this diary every single day, I started to head back to the bed and started to read about her life. By the time I almost finished the diary I noticed it had gotten dark, I crept downstairs to see my aunt cooking something, although she looks frazzled and stressed, I felt pity so I went to help her.

"Aunt Jenna? Do you want me to help?" She jumped in surprised and nodded to me, I smiled sheepishly at her and moved next to her. It was nice I thought, cooking and laughing with my aunt was nice, it makes cooking much more fun and relaxing.

By the end of the hour we made a bunch of thing and Jeremy came downstairs.

"It actually smells good down here, did you guys get take away?" he asked teasingly but apparently aunt Jenna didn't get the memo cause she corrects him and said

"We did good didn't we?" she grinned at me and I grinned back, dinner was pleasant I thought smiling as I got ready for bed.