PROLOGUE: Death's visit.
She walked on the streets of New York, panting. Do not panic she thought desperately. Blood bled from a deep wound on her chest and streamed down her coat like rain. She tried to stay focus. What just happened? A stalker stabbed her. Dumb stalker!! she angrily thought as her legs started to fumble. She kept on holding to life. She can't die. Her dad passed away a few days ago. If she dies, nobody is gonna make a funeral for him. Her body crashed down a puddle of sewer water. Red blood poured all over the place. She sighed Goodbye, life. I am going to meet my dad again. Darkness covered her eyes.
She was sitting on a wood chair surrounded by tall bookshelves. Death or so he said is face to face with her. He was a shadow of misty figures roaring painfully. Honestly, after a painful death, the personification of dying can not scare her. Death finally returned to the conversation:
- Do you want to live?
- Yes. Of course. I need to live. My friends will be so sad and they always need my support.
- I asked if you want to live, not need to.
- What do you mean?
- Do you want a life, dear girl or do you want a meaningless life again?
- I think I know what you are trying to say. Maybe, oh gosh this is weird, maybe I want to live another life if that is what you're trying to tell.
- Then I shall give you a second chance. What is on your mind?
- Is there an afterlife where I can be a witch?
- Then there is only Harry Potter.
He smiled gently and waved his shapeless hands in front of her hopeful eyes.
