Prolog

Harry Potter was one of my many favorite series as a little girl. I had spent most of my life reading, writing, and wishing that maybe one day I'd become like one of those reincarnated heroines in the light novels I read. I guess most people might have a wish like mine, a wish to be a part of an epic story full of love, adventure, and maybe a touch of overpowered-ness.

I died never having accomplished more than getting a job at some local fast-food restaurant. But unluckily enough for me on my first day, some raving lunatic came in to rob us. It was like I had nothing to lose when I argued with the guy. This is true and honestly, at the time I would've rather been shot to death than deal with another Karen! For god's sake, those bitches don't give it a rest. And they give me a bad name! It sucks having Karen as my name!

"A lazy shut-in nerd like me got a job, but my guy, it's your unlucky day' cause I couldn't give two fucks about your pathetic excuses." I had said such a thing.

I must have read too many books and enjoyed too much media to give half a crap about living. So I guess I have no regrets regarding my death. If I had to pick anything, I regretted not being able to watch the next seasons of my favorite shows. Ah, now that I think about it, I'll never finish the novel I was writing, and I only had one chapter left to finish!

I wasn't all that worried about my family who kept on nagging me about making 'friends' and other things that 'normal' people do. Other than the fact being a shut-in nerd is pretty common. I spent my free time that I adored by trying out different hobbies. I got good at identifying plants and making soap from scratch. I had a lot of general knowledge about things, but I never really applied myself to make money from any of it. I just wish I could've been a more useful person.

My thoughts were so jumbled as my consciousness drifted away. Was I going to be a lame ghost who couldn't tell the difference between reality and my memory? But no, I supposed as I watched my body being carried off; I felt a tug in a completely different direction. Vaguely, I wondered if anyone would even really notice my death. I was probably going to be turned into a meme online.

The next thing I knew, I blinked, and I was in the body of a baby. I lulled my eyes to view the flurry of nurses and doctors surrounding me. I slapped the light away or tried to since my stubby arms were too short. They were complaining because I wasn't crying. Oh, right babies usually show they're healthy because they cry. I patted the cold gloved hand on my tummy.

The doctor crinkled his blue eyes in relief and amusement as I stared up at him. I turned to see a casually dressed man who was likely my father hovering at the edge of the nurse huddle happening around me. My father was a rather handsome guy with messy brown locks, grey eyes, and pale skin. And he was tall, so I had hope of not being short in this life.

"She's healthy. It was a false alarm." Oh, dang this doctor had a hot British accent but luckily I'm a baby so my own dumbfounded ness can't embarrass me.

Was he a transferred Doctor from overseas or was I born in the UK? I wonder what year this is. I wondered what kind of parents I would have in this life. I prayed I could at least become a useful person in this life.

I was handed over to the woman on the bed. She had golden blond hair, green eyes, and ideal womanly proportions. Oh dear, my parents are so pretty I hope I'll gain even a tenth of their good looks. I hope they're nice and won't mind me being a nerd… But knowing my luck, they'll be just as disappointed in me as my last parents were...

"Ava, I think Ava is a good name for you," I smiled happily and giggled at this name.

Momma has an accent too! Was I reborn in London or something? But Ava wasn't a bad name at all, it was much better than 'Karen' ugh I shuddered at having had the name, Karen. How dare my former parents do me so dirty! I have to absolutely avoid talking to managers because of my name. It's horrible because people are so mean.

I shuddered, remembering my old childhood. The relentless teasing in school my parents set up for me. I hope this world will be a little kinder to me, just a little is all I'm asking. It's fine if I'm not some super overpowered person, I'll be happy and content as long as I can read, write, and have a little freedom to be the nerd I am.

"Well done, Serah." My father said gently before kissing my Mother 'Serah' on the forehead.

I didn't get to hear my father's name before I was taken to the nursery so my mother could rest. The nurse had pretty brown hair and blue eyes, and she played with me gently. It was all well and good until I noticed the name label on another baby's cart: Dudley Dursley.

My first thought was 'OH MY GOD SOME HORRIBLE PARENT NAMED ACTUALLY NAMED THEIR CHILD AFTER DUDLEY!' I knew that Dursley was a common last name, however, no parent in 20** would name their kid Dudley unless they hated them.

I calmed down as I was wheeled to be put beside him. He had a mess of blond hair and watery blue eyes, just like the character in Harry Potter. Dudley was calm enough for now, so I looked at the onlooking families. I saw my dad and waved with a smile. I should probably sleep, but I'm not particularly tired right now.

I entertained the amused father of mine for a bit until I noticed a large man with black hair, blue eyes, and a horrible mustache. Bound up to the window in front of Dudley. He introduced himself to my father as "Vernon Dursley". My Father replied with "Trevor Smith."

I looked at the label on Dudley's cart again and read the date. Dudley Dursley, born June 23rd, 1980. I felt as though my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets by how surprised I was at that moment. I'd completely overlooked the date we'd been born on.

This means I'm really in the world of Harry Potter!? No wait, more importantly, I was born on the same day as Dudley! What a horrible thing! I fumed at my terrible luck. But I wonder if I will even have any magical powers… I'm not special, but if nothing else, if I can't stop the deaths of Lily and James, then maybe I could at least help Sirius later down the line.

I'm going to read lots of law and work hard so I can be useful even if I can't do magic! I'll destroy Voldemort with muggle weapons that'll be awesome. I giggled to myself as I spent the rest of my hospital stay thinking, sleeping, eating, pooping, and poking Dudley. I poked him so much Vernon demanded he be put somewhere out of my reach.

Eventually, we were discharged, and we made our way home. The house was relatively normal, other than the door being a bright lavender, purple color. I was happy to be in the hands of parents who had such good taste.

The brick 2 story home was rather bland otherwise. Stepping into the house, it was quite similar to the Dursley's house in the movies, but in reverse. My room was the second on the left, right next to Trevor and Serah's room. I stayed quiet most of the time, but I did my stretches and tried to get my body under better control.

Honestly, being a baby is like playing a game with the controls in reverse. Oh well, I suppose I'll live. Let's see if I can speed run this a little, though.