My shocking realisation that I had in fact been reincarnated into the world of Harry Potter had a few significant knock on effects. For instance, after having been thoroughly shocked to my core that I could one day lose my brother had resulted in an attitude change towards my family. I suppose my fear at losing one of them had allowed me to stop holding back and fully open my heart to them. I hadn't even realised I had been holding myself back until the moment that I finally let them in.

I suppose I had gotten rather lucky in the family department. I could've been reborn into a horrible family like the Malfoys. Or worse again I could've been magically transported into a different book like say, The Hunger Games. So all things considered, my situation was not as bad as I had initially perceived it.

After all I had my mum, my happy mum who was always laughing. My mum, who likes to dance around the kitchen while she listened to Celestina Warback. My mum who wants nothing more in life than for her family to be happy and a trashy romance novel ( I believe this week's pick is 'Bewitched').

I had my dad. My dad, who talked to me like I was an adult. My dad who ruffles Cedric's hair and kisses my cheek when he comes home from work. My dad, who calls me Bea (which quite frankly is an immense improvement on Beatrice) and reads us stories before bed.

And then there was Cedric, my brother. Cedric, who I didn't even know I loved till I thought I would lose him. Cedric with his angelic face and unlimited energy supply. Cedric who likes to whisper in my ear about all the fun we'll have when I'm 'bigger'. Cedric who I'm going to save.

If I'm being honest I don't know how I didn't realise it before. I must be truly dense. Between my mother's constant references to magic (although it is a great relief that I no longer have to fear for her sanity) and my father's strange bedtime stories, I really should have figured it out much sooner.

The presence of magic in my new life also explains a lot of things. Something about me just feels different. Yes, I know I'm a baby, the whole situation is rather different but something about me just feels fundamentally different. I feel for lack of a better word slightly fizzy. The thing about it is that it's very subtle and I probably wouldn't even have noticed if not for the fact that the fizz had noticeably been absent from my past life. So this fizz that seems to bubble up and spill from me whenever I'm angry must be magic.

I suppose that much is a relief. I'm not a squib. Because not being able to go to Hogwarts would have severely gotten in the way of my plan to save Cedric. That is when I come up with a plan, but I'm working on it.

The time had been passing very slowly. Everyday was the same. I suppose babies don't really have that much variety in their lives. At least 'tummy time' as mum calls it gives me a slight break from the mundanity of my life.

But hey, I'm getting older. I can sit up myself now (yay me!) and I'm debating whether I should chance walking soon. I really have committed to my role as a baby though. Honestly, they should give me an oscar or even an Order of Merlin (first class of course).

So everything was painstakingly normal. The joys of domestic life. I was sitting in my high chair and mum was bustling about the kitchen whipping up lunch ( this she did use her wand for). I must say the sight of pots and pans flying around the kitchen really is an interesting sight.

Dad was in the sitting room, sunk into his armchair with the daily prophet in hand. Cedric was outside. He had been gifted a toy broom for his recent birthday and was happily zooming through the garden, hovering a mere foot off the ground.

There was a sharp intake of breath, drawing my attention to mum. She had been dutifully watching Cedric from the window and had noticed it beginning to rain.

She shook her head, 'That boy will be the death of me, look at him not even wearing a coat'. She turned to me 'I can already tell you're going to be the sensible one Beatrice' she glanced back at the window 'I'll be back in a moment darling I'm just going to run and fetch Cedric's coat'.

She hurried out of the kitchen, her apron still wrapped around her waist. Then the door swung open, and Cedric entered, soaked to the skin. He trudged into the kitchen, broom dragging behind him and leaving streaks of mud all over the floor.

He gave me a toothy grin 'What's for lunch Bea?' and toddled over to the stove. He stood on his tip toes trying to get a glance at what mum was cooking. He raised his hand and reached for the handle of the bubbling pot.

I felt a chill spread through my body, 'Cedric' I shouted, as I did the fixx bubbled up inside me and sparked. There was a smash as the lightbulb shattered.

Cedric turned on his heel to face me, 'Mum!' he called 'Dad!'.

There was a thud of footsteps as our parents entered the room. The glanced around taking in the scene, glass scattered across the floor.

'What on earth happened?' mum asked in disbelief.

'Bea did magic and she said my name'

'Bea did this?' dad questioned, turning to me.

I gulped, I could hardly be held responsible for this could I? I waited for the scolding but what happened instead was dad hoisting me up into his arms and swinging me around.

'That's my girl' he looked at mum 'she's going to be powerful this one'

Mum smiled 'Look at you, my little witch, performing accidental magic before you can even walk' she turned to Cedric excitedly, 'and what's this I hear about a first word?'

'She said my name mum, she really did!'

Three pairs of eyes turned to me excitedly and feeling rather like a performing monkey I decided to humour them.

I pointed a pudgy finger at Cedric 'Cedric'.

Mum squealed and dad gave a booming laugh. Parents really do get excited about this sort of thing.

Cedric puffed out his chest proudly 'Bea said her first word and it was my name'

'Well this is definitely a cause for celebration' mum swatted us out of the kitchen 'Now everyone out so I can clean up this mess and get started on a cake for dessert'.

Cedric whooped running to the sitting room. I followed from my position perched on dad's hip. Dad placed me on the couch next to Cedric and smiled proudly.

'My best boy and my best girl'

Cedric who was sitting beside me grabbed my hands and brought his face an inch away from mine.

'This means I'm your favourite doesn't it Bea?'

I know that you're not meant to have a favourite family member but Cedric's words were more true than he knew.

I pushed his face away and grinned 'Cedric'

He whooped bouncing on the couch 'Don't worry Bea, I'm gonna be the best big brother ever'.

As mum called us in for dinner I had a feeling that his words would stand true. I just hoped that I would be able to return the favour.