Authors Note: Sorry For the delay in an update. I've been really busy with schoolwork.

Still July 15, 1965

"My sister?" I asked skeptically. Logically, it didn't make a whole lot of sense. Being reborn, yeah okay, people have claimed it's happened before. The whole "sister thing", that wasn't that far-fetched after accepting that you've been reborn - which was practically impossible to deny, considering I was no longer in the body I've grown to know as mine. It was the fact that a woman who claimed to be Fate, like literally Fate itself, told me that I am currently in another universe... world. And not just any world, a world that is supposedly the 'Potterverse'.

"Yes, your sister." I tore my gaze from the redhead that was supposedly frozen in time, and directed it onto the woman standing before me. Although I held skepticism in her identity, I couldn't deny that her voice commanded power. Much like how her body radiated it.

I bit my lip. Was it bad that I found myself wanting it all to be true? I would miss my family and friends, in fact, I was longing for their presence in this current moment. And it broke my heart to acknowledge that I probably would never see them again. But my life, while good, was exceptionally boring and I'd constantly crave adventure, that I'd never quite known how to seek out. Maybe this was my chance for excitement; although it was extremely daunting. Didn't she mention the world needing saving?

I met Fates golden eyes, and slightly raised my chin in an attempt to show a brave facade. "You need me to save the world?" Fate nodded. I pursed my lips, was I really capable of doing such a thing? There was a lot at stake if I failed, a lot of lives that hung in the balance. "How?"

The question, while simple, was ultimately complicated. It was apparent from the way Fate waited several minutes, trying to find the right words. "Well, first and foremost, magic."

I hummed in response. The answer, was extremely simplified, but it made sense. "Do I have magic then?" I could feel hope welling up inside, after all, magic was pretty fucking cool.

"No. But you will."

I raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"I'm going to give you some of mine."

"Isn't that like goddess magic though? It wouldn't be the same kind of magic."

"No, it wouldn't." She agreed "But it does not matter. Your greatest foe does not only wield ordinary magic., but demonic magic as well. He has made connections with demonic creatures and was granted more power. A goddess' magic is the only thing that has the ability to be stronger."

"My foe... we aren't talking about Voldemort, are we?"

She shook her head, "He is one of Voldemort's allies, or at least, he will be. Together they unite in darkness, although they have differing goals, they will join forces, and plunge the world into chaos and death." Fate flicks her wrist in one fluid motion. Conjuring an orb of golden light. "I warn you, this will definitely leave you feeling off. Good luck."

Before I could ask questions, she shoved the light into my chest. I gasped, stumbling backwards. 'Off' was a pretty mild word for what I was feeling. At first, it felt warm, and coursed through my body, leaving my limbs tingling. Then it left me feeling woozy, almost drunk, ultimately sending me falling to the ground.

I stared up at Fate, watching her disappear from my line of vision, in a quick pop. I hissed at the pain that overtook the tingling, squeezing my eyes shut. I faintly hear someone speaking, but I couldn't seem to make out the words, as my brain was very much fuzzy.


July 17th, 4:23 pm

I tiredly blinked my eye open. It didn't take long to realize I was no longer laying in the grass. I tried to lift my head, wanting to get a better look at my surroundings, but I found that I was too weak. I let my neck relax back into the lumpy pillow.

Although I wanted nothing more than to get up and investigate my whereabouts. I simply couldn't. I was sore and achy, too weak to even lift my head. I almost thought that maybe it had been a dream, that maybe I hadn't been killed, that I was laying in a hospital bed being treated for bullet wounds right now. But the lack of a heart monitor seemed to put a dent in my theory. Besides, it couldn't have been a dream, it was too real, too vivid.

Deciding that any attempts to get up would be of no use. I wearily called out. "Hello," my voice was frail. The English accent was barely noticeable, with how weak my words came out.

I was met with silence. So I tried again. "Hello?" I heard the muffled noise, not quite being able to place what it was. Then footsteps that came toward my direction.

"Calla?" The voice was small, reminding me of a timid child. I shifted my head toward the sound, and met pale blue eyes. "You're awake."

"Yeah," I replied lamely. I distantly remember Fate saying something about my name - which I'm pretty sure was Calla.

"Are you feeling better? The doctor said you were really sick. We were all really worried. Lily was really upset, kept saying that it was all her fault."

"Oh." I didn't really know what to say. I figured that the girl I was talking to, with her blue eyes, and blonde hair, could possibly be Petunia Evans. But I wasn't confident enough to voice any theories. "Where am I?"

"The hospital." So I was at the hospital, but not because I was shot. The girl hesitated slightly before hugging me. "Calla, I'm so glad you're okay."

I smiled at her, hoping to ease the tension that was obviously weighing on the girl. "Me too." I paused, "Where is Lily?"

"With mum and dad, at the cafeteria. They're getting food, I'm not sure when they'll be back."

"Did the doctors say what was wrong with me?" I asked, trying to figure out why I was here.

The girl shrugged. "Not really. They said you were really sick, and that they were worried cause your fever wouldn't break. And..." She trailed off looking unsure of herself. I nodded at her, hoping to encourage her into continuing. "And... you had a fit, a couple of them actually. It was pretty scary." I could see her blinking back tears.

"Fit... do you mean seizures?" Weird.

She nodded, "Yeah, that what the doctor said. There was more, but the doctor left the room with mum and dad. I wanted to listen in, but I didn't want Lily to tattle. You know how she is."

No, I really didn't but I nodded anyway. "Is there a chart at the end of my bed?" The girl nodded, "Good hand it to me." She looked hesitant but went to retrieve it anyways. I tried to reach for the chart, but I could barely lift my arm. "Actually, could you help me sit up?"

She bit her lip, "Is that a good idea?"

No. "Yeah, it's fine." She moved a hand behind my back, positioning me to lean against the wall. I barely kept from crying out in pain, but managed to keep it together. I definitely did not want to scare the girl away from helping me. She placed the chart in my hands.

I skimmed through the various words. Name: Calla Marie Evans, okay so I know my middle name. Date of Birth: January 30, 1960, good to know, although I doubt I'll remember it. I scanned through the rest of it, realizing I had no idea how to interpret one of these. I sighed, dropping it back onto my lap.

"Do you want me to look, I am older, so I might be better at reading it... no offence."

"No, that's fine, you probably won't find anything useful either." She shrugged an put the chart back.

"Maybe you can ask the doctor?"

"Yeah..." though I doubt he'll tell me much, I was obviously pretty young. "What's the date today?"

Before she could answer, the door opened. A nurse and a doctor walked in. I almost laughed at the nurse's outfit, but I refrained. It looked like she was wearing an almost slutty Halloween outfit. I can't believe people actually used to wear those things... or I guess, currently wear them. The doctor, on the other hand, wore scrubs and a white coat, adorned with a stethoscope.

"Miss Evans, your awake!" The doctor exclaimed, looking very surprised.

"Yeah," I mumbled, wincing at the volume of the man's voice.

"My name Doctor Cameron, it's nice to meet you. How are you feeling?" He asked, making his way toward me.

"Good... sore, tired but I'm fine."

"Well, the fatigue and soreness are to be expected. Do you mind if I asked you a few questions? Or maybe you'd rather wait until your parents got back?"

"Uh now's fine," I couldn't see a reason why it would matter either way.

"Can you tell me your name?" The doctor asked.

"Calla Evans."

"Do you remember when your birthday is?"

I paused for a moment, wracking my brain. I had just read it was "J-January 30 1960. " My delayed response obviously piqued his interest. Maybe I should've waited so that I could gather more information.

"And how old are you Calla?" He asked, flipping through my patient chart.

Welp, that was what I was trying to figure out before you just barged in here. "That's a silly question," I answered, hoping to deflect the question.

"Maybe so, but I still need an answer." He smiled at me encouragingly while I inwardly groaned. Was it too late to fake amnesia? Maybe that was a better option than trying to fake it.

He looked at me expectantly, so I tried to deflect again. "I thought it would be obvious."

"Yes, I suppose so, but I do need an answer, Miss Evans."

"Well, I suppose, I would be the same age as Lily, she is my twin," I said, recalling the tidbit of information Fate had afforded me.

"Okay, and how old are you both?"

Fuck, this dude was relentless. "You're the doctor, shouldn't you know this?"

"I do know. But I want to know if you know."

I couldn't help but smirk a tiny bit, when I got the brilliant idea of: "Why?"

"So I can finish a quick neuro-check." Although he smiled, I could tell I was annoying him.

"Why?"

"Because you fell and hit your head."

"Why?" I feigned innocence. Inwardly laughing, because I could play the 'why' game for a very, very long time.

"I was told you were climbing trees."

"Why?"

"Well, I suppose it would be for whatever reason that compelled you to climb trees."

"Wh-" I didn't get to finish, because the door opened to reveal a little red-headed girl, who I recognized as Lily.

"Calla, your up!" She exclaimed.

I held back a sigh of relief, this was my out. "Oh, hi Lily. Doctor Cameron was wondering how old we are."

She turned to the man, "That's easy, we're five."

"Yeah, we're five," I repeated.

The man pinched the bridge of his nose, "That's great Lily, but these questions are for your sister to answer. Okay?"

Lily nodded, looking a bit disconcerted but said nothing more.

"Okay then, can you tell me where you're from?"

No. But I didn't answer, choosing to stay silent. He looked at me pointedly, awaiting my answer. I waited for a couple more seconds before speaking. "Oh, sorry, were you talking to me?"

"Yes." He replied, I could tell his patience was waning.

"Well, you did tell Lily that the questions were for her sister," I replied. "You didn't specify which one." I finished nodding over to who I really hoped was Petunia.

"Calla Evans, can you please tell me where you are from?"

"England." I think he was hoping I'd be more specific, but accepted the answer anyways. However, on a side note, Calla was a really stupid name. I was never really a big fan of flower names. But this was only the first half of a flower name, Calla Lily. Did that mean I was first born? I'd have to ask.

"Do you remember falling?"

"No, I don't," I answered truthfully.

"Well, that's completely normal fo-"

"For people with con- head injuries." I was glad I caught myself before I finished the word concussion. Because I was pretty sure that concussions weren't really a thing right now. It was what? ... 1965, cause I was apparently born in 1960. And concussions weren't discovered till 1970-ish, give or take a couple of years. That's right, I watched the movie.

"Exactly." He replied, looking slightly miffed by being interrupted by a 5-year-old. "Are you experiencing any headaches, pains, tingling or numbness in any part of your body?"

"I'm a little sore, and I have a headache."

"And hows your sight? Are you seeing okay?" The doctor asked, taking a penlight to my eyes.

"Yeah, I can see alright."

"Great, that's good. Can you raise your arms for me?" I lifted my arms, barely getting them above a couple of centimetres above the bed. "And wiggle your fingers." I moved my fingers sluggishly, and dropped my arms back to the bed. "I don't suppose you can lift your finger to to your nose?"

I shook my head, "Probably not."

"That's okay, can you squeeze my finger for me?" He asked, placing his index finger in my small fist." I gave it a little squeeze, not being able to poor much strength into it.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked. Although I knew it must've been because of Fate shoving that ball of light into me - that's when I started to feel all weird.

The doctor sighed, "We aren't entirely sure. Although, you were pretty sick. A high fever, seizures." He paused, "Were you feeling alright before the fall?"

Uhhhh... "Yeah, I felt fine. Totally great, I'm sure I'll feel better soon." The last thing I needed was some doctors diagnosing me with crazy diseases, because a crazy woman put light into me.

I looked toward the door, as it once again opened. A man and woman walked in, both blonde. Although the man had a gingery tinge to his hair, while the woman's hair was more honeyed.

"Calla! Your up!"

This was really getting old, but I plastered on a fake smile. "Yup, I woke up, and now I'm going back to sleep. Because I am utterly exhausted. Good night. " The two new guests frowned, but didn't say much more. It wasn't a lie, truly, I was very tired. But I also didn't want to deal with any more unknown people. I shifted down from the wall, and closed my eyes, quickly falling into a deep sleep, despite the room full of people.