Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters...

For some people, they know when they're about to die. Maybe they'd been sick in a hospital for months, and their disease turned terminal. Or maybe it's like one of those scenes in a movie, where they see the car come towards them in slow motion, but they can't prevent it from hitting them.

I wouldn't be with that group. When I died, I hadn't seen it coming at all. I was there one second, and just gone in the next.

It truly was unfair, as I'd been pretty young with quite a bit still going for me. So many things, both small and big, were left undone. I hadn't even kissed a boy, for Christ's sake!

I wish I had known that I'd die on that day, in that bus full of innocent city-dwellers. Maybe I would've tried to do more with my life with the time I was granted.

But I didn't, and wishing I did won't change how anything turned out.

Enough babbling, the real topic these days is what happens after you die. I don't know what'll happen to everyone else, but I sure know what happened to me.

There was a long period of time where I just sort of chilled out in a dark, warming space. I didn't have to think, move, or give any effort at all. It was great, perfectly blissful.

After a while of that, I did worry a little bit though. I was scared that my older brother had been right. That there truly is nothing after you die. And I just couldn't be satisfied with that.

… Then, of course, a certain event took place. One that made me wish I'd never doubted my dark, blissful haven.

To sum up the event, all I can say is that there was lots of slime, screaming, piercing light, and sobbing on my part. Just imagine being squeezed through somewhere tight while being burned alive. Then, on top of that, think of people screaming and yelling right in your eardrums.

Not exactly what I'd call a party.

For the first few moments after what I have dubbed "The Great Squeeze" my whole world was a blinding white. For a brief moment, I wondered if I had just transitioned to Heaven, but then I figured the transition would've been more elegant than being squeezed like a melon.

My eyes finally focused (Hint Number One: I had eyes.), and I wasn't too impressed by what I saw. I was surrounded by babies. Here's me, a spec in a sea of pink and blue. What kind of mockery is this? I'm a teenager, I don't belong with a bunch of babies.

I attempted to lift my right hand, but the weight of it was suddenly incredible. It took all of the bones in my body to lift it to my view.

Seeing it made me yelp, and release the arm. It was all small, and pale, and chubby.

I think I know why I'm surrounded by babies… It's because I am a baby.

Huh, of all the things I'd considered about what happens after death, I had never considered this. Reincarnation…

Before I could ponder anything else, a sweet looking nurse with a bob of blonde hair swept me up, carrying me from the baby emporium. And there's no way I stuck my tongue out at the rest of the babies in a bragging way.

She brought me to another hospital room. (I assumed I was in a hospital and not some breeding compound. Actually, that's called a maternity unit.) The thing I focused on was the pretty lady in the hospital bed. She seemed a bit stressed, with sweat glazed on her skin and her hair strewn about in tangles. But her face sure beamed when I came into her view.

"I think it's time that you held your daughter, Ivy. So, here's your lovely Juniper," the nurse said happily, handing me over to the woman. My… Mother? I immediately felt more comfortable with this new woman than I had with the nurse. I looked up at her face, and she looked quite beautiful, with her glorious red mane, and her glowing emeralds.

"Juniper, I'm your mum," she rasped softly, smiling at me. I felt myself smile back (cursed baby instincts), and even let out that cute baby giggle. That made her beam even brighter.

"Mum! I want to meet my new sister!" I heard a child-like voice say, followed by a pattering of feet. I inwardly groaned. Siblings were such a hassle, my older brother had been so annoying before.

"Shush, Petunia, we don't want to frighten her. Come closer so she can see you," she beckoned, and I saw the child come into view.

The child looked to be about four years old. She had a a dark black hair color, and pale eyes that contrasted with the woman's emeralds. She looked sort of familiar, in a way.

I heard heavier footsteps enter the room, and soon two more people came into my view. It was a man who must've been the father, and he was holding another little girl. The girl looked like a copy of the mom, with fiery red hair and emerald orbs.

Now, she really looked familiar.

"Lily, Petunia, meet your new sister; Juniper Evans," the mom murmured.

Evans… Lily Evans, and Petunia Evans. The blazing red hair, the piercing green eyes…

I widened my eyes, beginning to connect the dots. Everyone around me was speaking with a British accent. These parents had two older daughters named Petunia and Lily. Their last name was Evans.

Forgive me if I sound insane, but was I just reincarnated into the world of Harry Potter?

I feel my eyes widen and my face go white. My mouth lets out a loud wail.

I guess I feel guilty for stressing out the mom and scaring the other children, but if they were me they would totally understand. My first life was an absolute fail, and now my second one was bound to end in tragedy.

I always knew I was lucky.

Edited: 7/24/16