AN: Hello everyone and welcome. This story is a little odd. When I was first writing this, I came up with an idea. You know how Petunia was always so jealous of Lily because she was a witch and their parents were always so proud of Lily. Well what if their third sister also had a thing that Petunia was always jealous of? I used to be an athlete myself, and I always wondered what could kids who played sports other than Quidditch at Hogwarts do? So, I'm just gonna say it – Rainbow, the main character of this story is a figure skater, I'm not a skater myself but I do happen to know a lot about it. I'm still not completely sure about that element of the story, so please let me know if you think it's weird or if you think it doesn't quite fit the story or if you really like it.
Rainbow Evans remembered the moment she was born. Moreso, she remembered the moment right before she was born. She had been scared, very scared, there had been a crushing weight on her lungs and the next thing she knew there was a bright light against a white background, accompanied by sounds of relief and the sense of not knowing where she was.
As soon as Rainbow Evans could form a coherent thought, she started feeling overcome by emotions. She wondered how she had ended up here, her surroundings felt so foreign despite being all she'd experienced in her short life. Bow was aware that her parents thought she was mature for her age, but she didn't have a lot to go on, since both her sisters were older than her, and there weren't that many other kids around the neighbourhood.
It had been a sunny March afternoon when she was four years old, Rainbow was sitting on the kitchen table next to her sister Lily colouring in pictures (though Bow couldn't quite believe how much Lily drew out of the lines), their parents were watching the news on their brand new television just a few feet away from them.
"Empezaron a vibrar las lámparas primero, pero después de unos segundos también se empezaron a caer los platos, y fue entonces cuando se formaron las grietas en la pared, y derrepente la casa se nos estaba viniendo encima." The lights started shaking, then after a few seconds plates started falling over, and it was then when the cracks formed on the wall and all of a sudden our house was enveloping us. A frantic, petrified voice spoke from the telly.
Bow's heart started racing, and her chest felt tight all of a sudden, she stopped colouring. She could feel the wet tears on her cheeks, she felt like she was going to explode.
"Can you turn it off? Please." Bow begged her parents in a choked voice.
Every head in the room turned towards her in concern.
Mrs Evans stood up immediately. "Bow, what's wrong?"
"I just, I can't listen to that. It hurts." Rainbow tried to control her tears.
Her father finally obliged.
Her mum reached her and gently stroked her hair. "Oh honey."
"But Bow, how can you understand what they were saying? They were speaking Spanish." There was genuine confusion in her father's voice.
Rainbow frowned. "I don't know, I just, I could see it in my head so well and it felt just so – I felt it so much."
"Well, you have nothing to worry about, honey, we don't live in an earthquake prone zone." Her mother's soothing voice tried to reassure her.
And that's when it all clicked. It was all coming back to her now. Her eyes went wide. "No, but I did."
Bow could feel her mother going very still beside her, and her father's gaze fixed on her.
"W-what do you mean by that, honey?" Bow's mum asked with a hint of concern.
Bow fixed her sparkling green stare, which now carried a certain weight, on her mother. "Well that's how I died, on an earthquake."
Bow saw Lily, who had remained quiet so far, curl up further into her seat out of the corner of her eye. Mrs Evans took notice of this too. "Oh okay, Robert, why don't you take Lily into the other room?" Mrs Evans prompted her husband into action and immediately took Bow by the hand and helped her off her seat.
Mr Evans was back in flash and sat on the couch beside Bow and her mother, both parents staring at their daughter as if she were from a different planet.
Mrs Evans took a deep breath. "Alright, Rainbow I need you to be very honest with me right now, I need you to tell me what you mean by... that."
"Well I mean that I was in an earthquake just like the lady on the TV was saying, and a building fell on me, and I remember being in a lot of pain, and I think I died, cause then I woke up and you guys were there and I was a baby and you named me Rainbow." Bow tried to explain to the magnitude of her understanding.
Mr Evans sat back on the couch, his hands folded beneath his chin. "Okay honey, but maybe just don't mention it in front of your sisters."
Later that night, Rainbow sat trying to process all the information she had come across that day. Firstly she realised that she probably shouldn't have made that little rant to her parents earlier. Then she started to realise what was going on. She had been fucking reincarnated. She was no longer a seventeen-year-old Mexican-American high schooler, she was now a green eyed four-year-old fucking British kid. And for some reason, she seemed to have been reborn into the past, was that even possible?
The next thing Rainbow realised, was her name. Rainbow Evans, dumbass name, sure, but it wasn't her own name she was curious about. It was her sisters' names. Petunia and Lily Evans. Could it be? Nah, how could that be possible? Well, they were in the sixties, and the girls' physical descriptions did match. Maybe it was the universe giving her some sort of reward for not being such an awful person, and sticking her with a family that closely resembled the Harry Potter one. Maybe she should just keep an eye out in case Lily started showing signs of accidental magic, and befriended a neighbourhood boy named Snape.
In the following weeks after Bow's revelation, she started to notice a lot of little things. There were more than a few ways her new life resembled her old one. In the physical aspect, she had been disappointed when she realised that she was white, although she did thank the gods she didn't have blond hair. Her memory of what she used to look like was kind of foggy, but she remembered it was at least nothing like she did now. But funnily enough, one of her physical features had transitioned into her new form somehow, though she couldn't quite tell if it was a coincidence. In her old life, Bow had had a scar on her forehead from when she had hit her forehead in kindergarten, which she, ironically, had called her Harry Potter scar her whole life. And she believed it had now transitioned into a beauty mark right on the same spot her scar used to be. Given, it wasn't nearly as cool as having a lightning bolt scar, but she still liked it.
After a few experiments, she also found out that she could understand Spanish but could not actually speak it herself.
Bow tried to remember as much as she could about her old life. There were many things that were foggy. She remembered she had liked school, and she had a big family, she had played the piano and the guitar, and she was set to go to college to study journalism.
Bow didn't mention much more about her previous life to her parents. She liked her new life, though she missed her old one. She had asked her parents to enroll her in ice skating lessons, since that was one of the dreams she never achieved in her past life. She felt a little bad about leaving her sister alone at their swimming lessons, but her skating lessons were everything she had always hoped for and more.
But eventually Rainbow would start forgetting. It was pretty soon that she forgot her family were supposed to be fictional characters in her past life. The last time she would consciously remember it was when her sister Lily befriended a local boy named Severus.
When Rainbow was thirteen she would also forget about having ever had a past life, and her family would never bring it up again. But it was also around that time that she discovered her psychic abilities. Rainbow was not a very superstitious person, so at first she had thought nothing about the scenarios she came up with about different people, but after they came true more than once, she realised that what was happening to her was real.
Rainbow was not a witch as her sister was, but sometimes she wondered if she had some magic in her. She didn't really believe in psychics, but she knew magic was real. It made sense for her visions to be an expression of her magic. But she had pretty much resigned herself to the fact that she would probably never find out.