Okay, so here's the rewrite! This one goes basically when the original first chapter ended, but it's pretty different. I hope you like it. Fair warning, I'm trying to condense the chapters so there will be less chapters but they'll be longer than before. The story line is actually changing quite a bit, but I think people will like it. Anyways, I own nothing from this except maybe Nova. All rights and such go to J.K. Rowling, so don't sue me please! Thank you and Happy Readings!

Chapter 1

There was nothing…then with a push, a new life was brought into the world.

"It's a girl!" shouted one of the nurses in the room.

Who's a girl? Where am I? What's going on!

None of the adults were aware of the too mature thoughts running through the newborn's mind as they were all rushing around. The new mom, whose face was pale but content, held out her hands for her daughter. She smiled lovingly at the small bundle placed in her arms, seemingly unaware of anything else in the world.

The newborn was squirming around, as though trying to look around even while her eyes stayed closed. Her mother lightly rubbed her thumb over the small clump of light curls on her head.

"Do you have a name for her?" the doctor asked, watching the two as the mother's smile turned tender and sad.

"Nova, Nova Alya Black," the new mom said.

Nova? The baby's mind slowed down for a moment as she was held up in arms that were much too big to her. She was surrounded by warmth and felt a sense of peace and safety wash over her.

She didn't know where she was or what was happening, but she felt a bit calmer. Unable to resist the instincts of her new body, Nova slipped into a deep sleep, her old memories flowing by, nothing more than dreams.

…

Nova spent many months sorting through her own confusing thoughts and memories as she grew. Her mother, Ellie as she had introduced herself to people, seemed to notice her panic and was concerned those first few months.

It wasn't easy accepting that you had died and been reborn, but it happened, and Nova decided this was a good thing, even if being a baby and conscious of it was annoying. It wasn't until she was five months old that she could sit up and look around more.

She didn't particularly care about where they were since it seemed her new mom liked to move a lot. Basically, every month…okay, so Nova was a bit curious, but it wasn't like she could ask her mom.

She decided early on that she adored her mother and knew that her mom loved her just as much. Her mom was pretty with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that glimmered with love for Nova. It was a novel experience for a girl who remembers a life with a family that could hardly be called that. She felt cared for and was quite happy to bask in it while she could.

There was something that caused her a great deal of surprise when she first noticed it. Her mom had magic. She had a wooden stick, a wand, that she waved around often. She'd make colors and lights for Nova or use it to clean the apartment they were staying in at the time.

Nova was intrigued but she didn't really think anything of the new aspect of her life, though it made her more curious why they were constantly moving. Her mom always became nervous by the end of a month and would pack everything up and go to a new town.

Nova didn't understand what was going on and it made her concerned, but she was just a baby so there wasn't much she could actually do. She could barely walk properly!

It was a late August night that changed everything. Her birthday had just passed a few weeks ago. She was crawling around the living room of the small apartment they were staying in. Her mom was smiling at her as she crawled around.

She came to a stop when she noticed a mirror laying against the wall. It was the first time she got a good look at herself. Her hair was slowly growing out, it just barely covered her head now. She pouted, upset that she looked like a boy. She just wanted it longer.

Much to her surprise, and her mother's shock, her hair started growing and quickly. It went passed her shoulders, turning the exact shade as her mother's. Nova stared at herself, realizing it looked a bit strange for a baby to have such long hair. Once again, her hair very quickly shrunk until it was a nice pixie cut.

She didn't get to analyze herself further as she heard a gasp behind her. She turned to look at her mom whose expression was a mixture of awe and fear, though she didn't think the fear was directed at her.

"You've got his family magic," Ellie muttered, too low for Nova to pick up.

She bit her lip, looking around the room before sighing and waving her wand. Immediately, items began shrinking and moving back into boxes which were never put away.

Nova didn't realize what was happening until the next day when she was strapped in her car seat and the car was speeding away from the small apartment they were in. Nova stared out the window, resigned to this happening a lot more, until there was an abrupt jerk of the car.

"No!" Nova's mom cried out as the car seemed to flip unnaturally fast.

Nova screamed as her world spun. She felt an intense warmth wrap around her whole body, not understanding what it was even as the car came to an abrupt halt. She felt a small burst of pain on her head as she started to notice the flashing lights and loud voices outside the car.

She heard no sounds from the one person she desperately wished to as she fell unconscious.

…

Nova woke up to quiet voices next to where she lay. Her head still hurt, and she couldn't remember what had happened.

"…couldn't find anybody from either side of her family. Her father doesn't even seem to exist," Nova turned towards the sound of the voice.

There was a doctor and two police officers next to her. She glanced around the room, assuming she was probably in a hospital. Panic coursed through her.

Where's my mom!

She listened as the cops and doctor talked, tears forming in her eyes as she realized what had happened. Her mom, the most amazing person she knew from either life, was gone. She was alone without the one person who had loved her.

Nova couldn't control the cry that left her, her emotions and reactions still too instinctual. A nurse ran in the room to pick her up, but Nova paid her no mind. The last few months of this new life passed through her mind. She lingered on her mom's smile, so warm and full of love. She thought of her laugh, how she would get excited whenever Nova did anything new.

The nurse checked her over as Nova eventually drifted off into a fitful sleep, hoping to wake up to this just being a dream.

…

Nova spent another two weeks in the hospital until she was sent to a foster home. They were a nice couple as far as she could tell, but she was still wary of them.

She spent months either mourning her mom or futilely trying to stop her panic attacks at the thought of being alone again. She had finally got a parent who loved her in this life and now she was an orphan…again.

Flashbacks of angry foster parents and judgmental classmates ran through her head. She was only eighteen when she had died; she barely had a chance to start her life. Now she had to do it all over again.

That's what she did until she was five. She had just been moved to a new group home that was more like an orphanage from the past than it was a foster home. At least she seemed to have her own room. It was just a bed and dresser, but she'd stayed in worse before.

She had stashed the few photos and belongings of her mom that survived the crash behind her dresser. She didn't trust the other few kids and teens in the home. Not that any of them would come into her room. She had a few other…incidents that made others a bit leery of her. There were five other children living there.

The couple who housed them seemed nice, if a little distant considering there were so many kids and they both worked. They at least kept all the children fed and clothed in nice outfits, though many were bought second hand.

Nova didn't mind much, but she still made use of her window on the first floor to sneak out and run to the park to have some peace and quiet.

School was starting in a week and the house was just too loud. Nova preferred her solitude. It was calmer…and safer.

She climbed out of the house easily, landing barefoot, uncaring of her lack of shoes. It was a bit cloudy and cool for a summer day, but it was perfect for being outside.

She skipped happily away from the neighborhood. Nobody paid much attention to the young girl in ripped jeans and tank top. She slowed as she got to the park, happy to note not many people were there.

She went over to her favorite tree. It had a branch just low enough for her to reach, even with how small she was.

"Seriously, I better be taller than I was before. I'm not climbing on counters to reach cups anymore," she grumbled as she hauled herself up, laying on one of the larger branches.

She glanced around the park and out towards all the neighborhoods. She knew she lived in Surrey, having come from that hospital, but that was all she knew. She never really paid attention or snatched mail to find out where exactly she was.

It was very…boring here. Most of the houses and lawns looked the same.

It's just so…Dursley here, Nova thought, smirking at her own joke.

She didn't remember everything from her life. Nobody could remember everything about themselves, but she could remember her books.

Harry Potter was probably one of her favorite worlds there was. Magic and dragons. A mother's love and one boy's fight. A world where so much was possible, if you could only imagine it. She always dreamed of a world like that.

Of course, now she apparently had magic, but she didn't really understand it. It didn't happen often, and she didn't really understand it, so she ignored it for the most part.

Maybe this is the Harry Potter world, she snickered to herself at that.

She wouldn't be that lucky. People don't just end up in their favorite story book.

"People also don't get reincarnated with their memories," she muttered under her breath just as she heard running feet.

Nova looked down towards the entrance of the park. There were a few boys running after another kid, yelling words she couldn't really hear. The one being chased was small. He looked years younger than the other boys which upset Nova. She detested bullying.

"Come back here, freak!" the largest boy yelled out.

The smaller one just sped up, heading closer to Nova's tree. All she saw from her position was a mop of messy black hair, but she didn't really care about that. She laid flat against the branch, holding her hand down.

"Jump!" she yelled.

The boy looked up in surprise and Nova caught a glimpse of bright emerald eyes before he jumped and caught her arm. She hauled him up, groaning at his weight. She was only five, for crying out loud!

The other five boys stopped under the tree, none of them looking ready to try and follow the boy up. A few of them blushed as they looked at Nova. Not that it was surprising.

Nova's bright, honey blonde hair curled down to her lower back. Her eyes were…different. Her right one was a bright blue so similar to her mother. The other was a glittering silver that seemed to shine even without light. They couldn't see her very well with the shade of the tree, but she was a girl. A pretty girl. The larger boy didn't seem to take note of her, though, as he glared at the boy now sitting shakily next to her.

"Come down, freak, we need to practice," he grinned ominously.

Nova frowned in disgust.

"That's not very nice," she said, bringing the bully's attention to her. His cheeks pinked a bit, but otherwise he seemed determined.

"It's none of your business," he said.

Nova hummed quietly before jumping quickly off the tree. The other boys stepped back as she stepped out from underneath the tree. The bully's face grew redder, but not in anger anymore.

"It's not nice to be mean to other," she said in her perfected five-year-old voice before smiling sweetly at them, "don't you all agree?"

All of them started nodding their heads, even the larger boy. Nova counted it as her win. All of them stood there a moment longer before finally, after glancing up at the boy in the tree, the larger boy turned and ran back out of the park. His friends quickly followed.

Nova grinned in triumph, happy to have done her good deed of the day. She turned back towards the tree and up at the boy who was now staring in awe at her.

"You can come down now," she said lightly, unsure if she could climb up with him there now. He scrambled a bit to jump down and fidgeted as he stepped back against the tree. She smiled as nicely as she could at him, though that seemed to make him confused.

"It's okay; I'm not going to hurt you or anything. Why were they chasing you?" she asked lightly, not wanting to scare the boy.

He stared at her for a moment, not saying anything. As she continued to look at him, she couldn't but think he looked familiar. Which was silly since she didn't know anybody here.

He was a bit shorter than her, though not by much. His clothes were baggy…really baggy. His hair stuck up everywhere, seeming to defy gravity. His skin was darkly tan from what she could tell. It made his bright eyes contrast even more on his face. She was brought out of her observations by his voice.

"They wanted to…play," he said unsurely, not looking at her anymore. She frowned.

"It didn't seem like a fun game," she commented breezily. His lips twitched but he just shrugged back. She huffed and crossed her arms.

"Do you want to play something that's actually a game?" she asked.

He looked up at her, wary but hopeful as he nodded his head. She smiled happily which made him smile slightly back, his cheeks flushing. Nova held her hand out expectantly, watching as he moved slowly closer and out of the tree's shadow.

"My name's Nova, Nova Black," she told him expectantly.

She barely caught his name as he brushed his hair aside before taking her hand in his. Her eyes widened as she saw something she did not see before. A scar. A lightning scar right on his forehead. She felt like an idiot for not even considering it, but she also didn't need him to say his name for her to know it.

"My name's Harry, Harry Potter."

Nova couldn't help the rush of air that left her as she abruptly collapsed, leaving Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding World and one of her favorite fictional characters, to stare wide eyed as his first friend passed out in front of him.