Petunia had been obsessed with the idea of being a big sister. Which didn't really make sense, she had Lily too. Maybe she just felt more qualified this time, having had the experience with Lily.

No. As if four year olds thought that way, silly me.

Anyway, she took it upon herself to be with me at all times. And I mean all. When my new mom changed my diapers, when my new mom fed me, and when my new mom put me to bed in my crib. I wouldn't even be surprised if she watched me sleep every day before she was ultimately sent to sleep herself.

Long story short, she got sick of me after five days. I don't particularly blame her, I'm a bit insufferable during these times.

I'm crying ninety-five percent of the time, and when I'm not doing that I'm sleeping or… Being breast-fed. (Note: Worst experience ever.) Oh, and pooping, don't forget about that. Babies poop a lot.

Don't judge me, on the inside I was still a hormonal teenage girl. One that had just lost everything. See, the thing about reincarnation, it's cool for the first five seconds, and then you realize you have lost a lot, (my family, my friends, and just about everything and everyone I've ever known.. Life's a breeze). It isn't like I can do something to take my mind off of it either, I'm a newborn that hasn't even hit double digit days yet.

So, all that's left is my thoughts, and boy do they wander. I think of all of the things I will never do again. I'll never tease my brother again. My real mom will never cook with me.

One time, my friends said that if I ever moved, or died, there would be a bodily-shaped hole where I should be.

Then I think of what family I was born into. What world. It really isn't fair, because if I had been reborn after the series it probably would've been cool. There wouldn't have been the impending war, and assured second death.

But, you know, no one ever takes what I want into account.

Strangely enough, Lily has started to spend more time with me. Well, not exactly with me, more like in the near vicinity of me.

The first time it happened, I actually yelped in fear. My, well, mom I guess, had ditched me in my playpen. I was being my usual mopey self, but had at least given crying a rest. (Crying made my throat ache, and my nose run. They didn't leave any kleenex around for me.) So, I settled for laying out on the ground, and staring forlornly up at the toys hanging above my head.

I was so consumed by my mind that I didn't hear Lily come in and plop in her tomato bean-bag chair. (Considering she was a physically tipsy fifteen month old, I must've been pretty far gone not to hear her.)

Of course, hearing a page turn was what gave me such a scare. Why I heard that small noise and not Lily thumping across the floor, I don't know.

I looked over in surprise, and there she'd been; being swallowed by the enormous tomato, with a colorful children's book hiding her face from my view.

She must've been really involved at that point, as she didn't even glance up at my yelp of surprise. I couldn't help but grin. Lily was already obsessed with books.

Lily snapped her book shut, finally letting me see her face. She had a goofy smile sprawled across her face; her mind must've still been in the book. Though I doubt she was actually reading the words, she was probably just looking at the pictures.

Suddenly, it's like she remembered where she was, and who she was with, as she made eye-contact with me. Green to bl- I mean whatever my new eye color was.

The last thing I wanted was to be stuck here, as a fifteen month old Lily Evans studied me.

"Book?" Lily spoke, her tone questioning. Her voice had to be one of angelic innocence. Then she tilted her head to the side, just like my dog would do every time I spoke.

Well, I might've been kind of interested in what children's book she was reading. It wouldn't hurt to have her show me. I'd do it myself, but I was rendered physically useless due to recent circumstances.

So, I reached out to Lily with my chubby arms and giggled.

Lily smiled, dragging herself and the picture book (which was the size of her torso, might I add) towards my playpen. She grabbed me, pulling me to her chest, and resting my head against her stomach. The book unfolded before my face, and Lily started to tell the story in the toddler babbling language.

If only either of us had noticed Petunia standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and tears brimming in her eyes.

That moment with Lily was what caused the seed of jealousy to be planted in Petunia. All I had to do was water that seed, in order to make it grow.

The snow fell steadily from the clouds. Seven months had passed, and it was now Lily's second birthday. My mum was bundling me up in a million sweaters, mumbling about how I shouldn't really be allowed out in these temperatures. But, of course, Lily wanted to go out to play, and I did too.

As soon as our mum deemed us fit, Lily, Petunia, and I were allowed outside. I wished I could walk, but my baby limbs weren't ready for the strain yet. So, I was stuck being carried by Petunia.

Lily and Petunia began on their snowman, leaving me to sit in the snow. I was pretty much useless, only being able to cup snow in my hand, and make snow angels. Lily was hardly much help either, choosing to instead spin around, and catch snowflakes on her tongue. Petunia was left with the majority of the grunt work.

"Lily, you were the one who wanted to build a snowman in the first place, and now you aren't helping," Petunia moaned, finishing up with the bottom of the snowman-in-progress.

"But we've got our own little warm-man right here," Lily replied, playfully pinching my cheeks. If it weren't her birthday I would so yank her hair.

I'd been thinking of what I could possibly get Lily for her birthday. I can't drive somewhere to get something, let alone walk. But, I had been saving my first word. I mean, not my first sound, I'd been content with blubbering nonsense, after all. Honestly, I could start talking in complete sentences any day I want to, but how messed up would that be. Lily's two years old, and she's just now wrapping her head around sentences.

"Lily," I said brightly, hearing my British accent loud and clear. Lily froze in her spot, and just stared at me for a moment, looking confused.

"Juniper?" Lily questioned, coming closer to me. I smiled.

"Lily!" I said, loud and clear. Lily's face broke into a huge smile of pure joy. She wrapped her childish arms around me, bringing my head to her chest.

"I've got to go tell Mum!" Lily gasped, breaking away from me, and heading towards the house.

I saw that Petunia had stopped what she was doing, and was staring sadly at the ground. Her fists were clenched tightly, and she looked liked she could cry. Or maybe punch someone.

Maybe I would've said her name if Lily and my mum came running out to me, and my mum picked me into her arms.

Maybe.

Edited: 7/14/16