And when all that was left was ashes, she would again clothe herself in flame. Rising from the dust of her past to rekindle the spark of her future. She was a Phoenix, her own salvation; rebirthed, renewed, resurrected.
— LaRhonda Toreson
Rukia grew up in some of the harshest conditions as a resident of Inuzuri, the 78th District of Rukongai, before her eventual adoption by the noble Kuchiki clan. Raised by war against hollows and harden by the deaths of her friends and comrades in the Gotei 13. Her life as a Shinigami, and furthermore, as a noble, was formed around structure and rules.
That was, until the day she got assigned to Karakura Town for one month, a task that should have been simple enough for her to complete. Rukia's first clue that things weren't going to go as expected should have been when she encountered Ichigo Kurosaki, a human, and said human planted his foot in her ass after he found her in his bedroom.
She should have known from the moment Ichigo came along that things were going to go, as humans often say, tits up.
All things considered, she was a centuries-old Shinigami. But, here Rukia was, regardless of whether it can be believed or not, laying in a crib. Somebody had placed her in a crib; a crib that she unfortunately had to share with a screaming brat. She prayed to every known deity out there that nobody, not Renji, not Byakuya, not anyone from the Soul Society could see her like this.
Her crib mate's wails got louder.
Rukia was a centuries-old Shinigami. A Shinigami that remembered dying—the executioner had restrained her, then ruthlessly burnt her alive. Now, she's the other screaming brat.
She did feel a small amount of pity to the parents. Having five older kids between the ages of two and ten, and a second set of newborn twins, just had to be rough. Not that she made the situation any easier on them. So she was being immature. What can anybody honestly do about it? Turn Rukia into an infant? Too damn bad, the Soul King, or someone else higher up, got to her first.
"-hhhh. Please be quiet for Poppa. Your Mum needs her sleep."
That would be the father. He was tall with a thin build, though it was hard for Rukia to tell as small as she was. He had bright red hair that rivaled Ichigo Kurosaki's. His green eyes, framed by glasses, always seemed tired, like he never got adequate sleep. Although, that might have been her fault. Rukia had a tendency to start these crying fits.
That, or the stress of having five other children was wearing on him.
She watched him as he picked up the other one. The other baby. A baby boy.
He cradled him in his arms, moving back and forth in a soothing manner. The boy hiccups and starts to drift asleep again. Rukia had long stopped crying, as she had no intention of being picked up and treated like a baby… The whole point was to get the infant to start crying, so the parents woke up. If she was going to be awake, so were they.
As the man laid his little boy back in the crib, he reached a hand out to Rukia, rubbing her stomach. If only she could move…
"-both of you." He says, smiling at her. Not that she had a clue what he said.
He sits there for a while longer, just watching his children. Watching Rukia. Waiting for... waiting for something. Once the man was sure both of his infants were fast asleep, only then did he leave to go back to bed.
Rukia estimated it to be around day thirty.
It was hard to tell, since she slept so frequently. She would have probably gone insane if not for that blessing in disguise. There was very little one could do as an infant. The mother comes in, picks them up and plays with them. She talks to them too. There were also her older children, all boys, that sometimes kept the twins occupied when the mother was busy with chores. The boys, like their mother and father, were all redheaded.
Although the older boys had to keep the younger out of trouble, the other set of twins never failed to amuse Rukia. Despite their age, they were always into something and their mischief could be the reason why the parents were starting to look like zombies. Especially the mother.
Their antics was something to be grateful for, as it helped Rukia understand them more.
Rukia was a year old now.
Normally she would celebrate the fact that she can now walk, understand complete sentences, eat without someone—usually one of the twins—roughly sticking a utensil in her mouth, but ever since she found out, it was the only thing that occupied her thoughts.
She was reborn into a wizarding family. Her life—or afterlife—as Rukia Kuchiki has officially concluded, and her life as Amarantha Weasley had begun.
Well, here's the first official chapter, readers! I hope you like it.
Before you decide to hang me out to dry for giving Amarantha/Amara as Rukia's new name, there's symbolism behind it. The Amaranthus or Amaranth are a dark red flower that is considered a symbol of immortality due to its longevity. Because of this, it has become a representation of unfading affection and everlasting love.
Amarantha literally translates to mean unfading or undying, which is a name I chose as a nod to Rukia's past life as a Soul Reaper/Shinigami. The flower Amaranth is also my favorite flower out of all of the ones to choose from.
You still have plenty of time to put in your opinion for which Hogwarts house to put Rukia/Amara in, when the time comes. Don't wait until it's too late to be heard.