Hello ! Sorry, I'm late. I got lost on the road of life.

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Disclaimer : If Harry Potter was mine, I wouldn't be here.

I've never been afraid of death. My grandparents died when I was only a child and my father followed soon after when I was still a teenager. As someone prone to accidents, I had my fair share of near-death experiences. I almost drown once, fell numerous stairs, nearly poisoned myself after my first try at cooking something more elaborate than cereals, and had a crazy obsessive stalker following me during my last year of high school.

Yeah…So dying young, at barely nineteen was not something unexpected.

My death was nothing tragic or dramatic or anything like that. My death was quite boring to be totally honest. I was just waiting for my bus after my shift at the restaurant I worked at when I noticed a small child daydreaming and a little too close to the pavement. When I noticed his mother more preoccupied with her cellphone than her offspring, I kept an eye on him just in case he fell or something… I never thought the moron would fell a few seconds before the bus came to a screeching halt. Seriously, the timing was so wrong it wasn't even funny. I didn't even have the chance to think before I acted. I carried the moronic child and pushed him just in time for him to be safe…Thank God, the idiot was safe. Probably traumatized by my death because of his stupidity and his mother's irresponsibility but still. He was alive, so my death was not in vain.

Dying young was not something unexpected. It happens. And I was always unordinary aware of my own mortality. But dying in a… dare I say it, noble way? That was unexpected. You see, I'm not exactly what people would consider a good person. Quite frankly, I've been a terrible bitch most of my life. A terrible, manipulative bitch with no redeeming qualities, some would say. My oldest friend was convinced I was Hitler's reincarnation. I was quite vexed for good reasons. I would have succeed in my plan of world domination. But I digress.

I can't really tell you what happens after death. Us, poor stupid little humans, are not supposed to know some things. It's something I understand in a level few people do. I can't tell you what happens after death. But I can tell you that death is not something to fear. Nineteen years old nurse-to-be Lily Gilmore, may have died when she unexpectedly, stupidly and heroically saved a child from certain death but I regret nothing. As an old coot with too many names would say -and he actually exists in this world, something I'm still trying to wrap my head around- to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.

So no, death is not something to fear, because the only thing I regret is possibly hurting the people I left behind.

But reincarnation? That is something to fear.

I was a baby. A freaking honest to God baby.

I couldn't do what I usually do to my problems –run away from them and pretend they don't exist until the very last minute- I couldn't speak, I couldn't walk, I couldn't even sit on my own ass and it was maddening.

Weeks after I realized my predicament, I was still asking myself what I did that was so horrible to deserve this fate. I had to suffer months of indignities I refuse to even think about. I had absolutely no control over my body and my emotions were all over the place. I screamed and cried so much that I got annoyed with myself. I was practically blind and though I recognized the language and a part of my mind -the optimistic part that usually dies when you hit puberty- admitted that I was lucky to have been born in a developed country, with a rich family, a world where magic existed, that I was privileged…I WAS STILL A FUCKING BABY.

I dare anyone to live through that and retain their sanity.

So for months, I slept. A lot. That was the only thing I could do to fight the craziness that threatened to take over my poor little abused mind.

Because…seriously? Reincarnation is one thing, maybe the Buddhists where right all along and we were idiots to doubt them. But reincarnations in another world? That was something I was still trying to swallow. So when I had enough of reality, I slept. That was the only thing I could do.

Eventually, I stopped being a useless burping, pooping, whining, shrieking mess and started crawling.

It was a lot more difficult than I remember.

But I persisted…it's not like I had anything else to occupy my time.

My first year as Daphne Greengrass was a traumatic experience to say the least, but…things were looking up. My new parents –young, and so bad at parenting it was a little pathetic- started to get what being parents meant. I could communicate now. I could stand on my own two feet, even though the art of walking still eluded me. I was starting to become human again and not that pathetic thing I've been for a year now…Things were looking up.

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-When is she going to start talking? Asked my new mother to my bored looking new father.

Cyrus Greengrass was a handsome man, though his perpetual scowl managed to hide that at first glance. He had short dark hair, intense blue eyes and an aristocratic nose.

Selene Greengrass was a beautiful woman, the kind that made you doubt your sexuality. She had blond-almost white hair and lovely lilac eyes and just like my new father, she loved me very much but both of them were terrible at parenting and avoided me during my tantrums preferring to thrust me into the arms of an ugly elf to take care of me.

I used to be afraid of the elf, Tikki. Because, let's be honest, elves are ugly creatures with their bat-like ears and bulging eyes, they weren't exactly going to win a beauty contest anytime soon.

But…Tikki bathed me, cleaned me, fed me and…have been a better parent to me than Selene and Cyrus combined all the while taking care of her other chores and just for that I loved her.

So of course just to spite my new parents, I gave my first word to her. Not that they know that of course, their observations skills weren't that impressive. I felt that Tikki deserved it more than them and she was genuinely pleased to hear me call for her –well, I think she was pleased, she was crying and babbling about how her little mistress made her proud so it's a sound assumption.

-I'm sure, she will learn soon, replied my father without even looking.

Idiot.

I could speak. I just choose, not to.

I'm having fun with this. Sure, I'm slow and I reread every paragraph four or five times to be sure I'm not butchering the language but still...

Tell me, what you think of it.

LS.