I don't own GWTW or Harry Potter (I know you're wondering, "Harry Potter?!")

Jincy's first life ended in 1900, when she was a hundred years old, and her second life began almost immediately after, in the middle of a thunderstorm in Mobile, Alabama. Born to gypsies whose lifestyle and low financial means wouldn't allow them to properly care for her, she was given up for adoption. Her adoptive parents were very well off, and social climbing members of elite Mobile society. They lived in a Victorian mansion on a prestigious street in the best part of town. Now that they had an infant daughter in the house, their social prominence, they thought, would only flourish. And Mrs. Bennett, busy with a calendar full of teas, lunches with the ladies, and careful attention to planning dinner menus and decorating her beautiful home, had the luxury of a nanny to care for her baby.

The child's given name was Virginia Cecelia Bennett, and they called her Ginny for short. But when she was two years old and had begun to speak somewhat coherently, she told anyone who would listen that her name wasn't Ginny, it was Jincy. And so, Jincy she became from that time on.

As her personality began to take form, the Bennett's were disappointed with the person she was becoming. On the outside, she was rather plain, which disturbed Mrs. Bennett, because she had been a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty with a magnificent figure, and the fact that her daughter was plain, she felt, was a negative reflection on herself. But on the inside, Jincy was far from plain. Unlike her first life, her gift made its presence very early. It started with her doing things like pointing to the front door, right before a visitor knocked, and knowing where to find things that someone in the household had lost. Then later, it became embarrassing, when she'd say to one of Mrs. Bennett's prim friends, "Your husband gambles all of the time, doesn't he, and you don't like it one bit!"

As incidents like this occurred with more and more frequency, they were sorry they'd adopted her at all, and thought that maybe her gypsy birth mother had been a witch, or at any rate, a person who was even more ill bred than they had previously known.

Things became progressively worse as Jincy started school. The other children picked up on Jincy's ability to read minds and predict future happenings very quickly, and they teased her mercilessly. When her teachers spoke harshly to the Bennett's that she was a "devil child", they severely scolded her, until she withdrew into a quiet shell, where she would remain for many years.

At the age of 17, Jincy was finished school, and therefore, expected to marry. She'd been introduced to a young man of 25, who was a son of the Bennett's friends. The man's parents had been anxious to marry him off, in hopes of taming his wild, spoiled ways, and had threatened him with disinheritance if he failed to settle down. The Bennett's were ready to be rid of Jincy, and the burden they'd felt with her almost all of her life. And so, with no regard to Jincy's opinion on the matter, the marriage was arranged quickly, and before she knew it, Jincy became Mrs. Hubert Williams.

The marriage was rocky from the start, as Hubert (Bert), did everything but settle down. He'd spend every night in saloons, and come stumbling home in the wee hours of the morning. He had a violent temper, and accused Jincy of seeking the company of other men while he was gone during the work day. One night, in a drunken state, he raised his hand to Jincy and slapped her hard in the face. From that point on, Jincy was a changed woman. It was almost as if Bert had slapped her awake, after she'd been in a deep sleep. All her life she'd put up with people like her parents, her teachers, and Bert, who'd expect her to be something she wasn't, refused to let her be herself, and treated her as if she were a freak, and now, it was over. After Bert drifted into a drunken sleep, where she knew a lion roaring in his ear wouldn't wake him, she quickly packed a valise, grabbed a wad of cash she had stashed in a cupboard, and fled.

After roaming around a few days, hitching rides here and there, she'd met up with a team of vagabonds who'd travel from town to town with the circus. There were tight rope walkers, flying trapeze artists, clowns, and acrobats. Jincy didn't possess any of these talents, but soon found her niche as a fortune teller in the freak shows. In every town, the freak shows garnered lots of revenue for the circus, and people of all ages came to see the boy with the alligator skin, the bearded lady, the 800 lb. man, and the world's tallest woman. Jincy wasn't technically a freak, but she was able to read minds and predict future happenings, so she was a hit. Advertised as "Madame Jincy", her customers were impressed so much that she created quite a sensation in every town, and she fit right in. Her employers were happy to have her as part of their "family", and Jincy, feeling a kinship with the freaks and the other interesting people of the circus, felt more at home and loved than she had in her whole life.

She continued living her circus life for several decades, when one day, she was contacted by an attorney, who informed her that her husband, whom she'd never bothered to divorce, had died on a barstool, and Jincy was set to inherit all of his money. Though she hated to leave her circus family, she'd been suffering with arthritis, and the fast paced rigor of traveling was wearing her out. But even though she no longer needed the money, she still felt the need to work, and had a strong desire to help people. She found a job at a radio station as a phone in psychologist. Of course, she had no degree in psychology, but "Dr. Jincy", with her natural common sense and her gift, was able to counsel her callers far better than any highly paid shrink.

Jincy settled into a comfortable house in Natchez, Mississippi, just blocks away from the radio station. Her radio show ran from seven to ten o'clock, so her days were free. She was not especially happy, but she was content, and at least she was free to be herself. But, sometimes, when she was working peacefully in her garden, her mind drifted, and frequently, it drifted to her other life, the life she had before this one. She'd always known she'd had a previous life, and as she'd gotten older, she could remember it more and more clearly. And the one part of her first life that stood out, was the fact that she'd had an opportunity to dramatically improve the course of several lives, and she'd failed. As a result of her failing, lives were lost, and despite the fact that she'd helped so many people in this lifetime, she couldn't shake not having helped Scarlett and Rhett Butler. She felt she had been somehow chosen to help them, but time and circumstance prevented it.

Jincy's last years in life two were spent in a pristine assisted living center. As in her first life, she lived to be a hundred, and died in the year 2000.

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It was a Saturday morning in 2050, and Jincy awoke from a restless sleep and rubbed her eyes. At almost the same time, Beasley stretched his front paws forward and yawned awake. Jincy smiled down at her beloved friend, and wondered how she could ever live life without him.

She'd found him 20 years ago, after witnessing a gruesome accident, where a large group of people on Segways stampeded through the city streets, and trampled over the poor little homeless puppy, until he was literally crushed. Not one of the riders looked back, or even seemed to notice him, but Jincy, sitting at a nearby café window, choked on her coffee and ran outside in tears after what she'd just seen. She removed her jacket, wrapped it around the puppy's crushed body, and ran him over to a veterinarian who she knew could work miracles with animals. She prayed that he could help this one.

Dr. Boston laid a hand on the puppy's head and closed his eyes. "He can live," he said, "but I will have to reconstruct his body." By that, he meant that he would go through dozens of donated parts he had stored from people whose beloved pets had passed on, and piece him back together. "Do whatever you have to do, Brian, money is no object," Jincy told him, because by now, she'd fallen in love with the pup.

It took him several hours, but the doctor was able to make him look like a dog again. But he was no ordinary dog, to say the least. A mutt in the true sense of the word, he had the tail and hind quarters of a Dalmatian, the front legs of a Golden Retriever, and the body of a Basset Hound. His Bull Dog head was salvageable, so he was able to keep it. Except that part of his brain was severed. But as luck would have it, one of the donated parts at the clinic was a human brain, so the doctor melded it together with the good part of the puppy's brain. Some of his other limbs needed enhancement for them to work, so mechanical parts were added to his legs and body.

When he fully recovered, because of his mechanical enhancements, he was able to jump 30 feet in the air, and leap across small ponds. But the biggest change in him was that he was as smart as a human being. He quickly learned the English language, and Jincy was able to communicate with him as she would a person. But for some reason, he couldn't talk back, and wouldn't even bark (though that probably would have been beneath him). Maybe he was still, even after all of these years, shell shocked from the accident, leaving him speechless, Jincy thought. But that didn't matter to her. Beasley was her companion, her best friend, and he was able to get his point across in other ways. Jincy thought that no other creature on earth could be better than Beasley – he had the heart and loyalty of a dog, and the intellect of a human.

Jincy held Beasley close and kissed his forehead. Today, she decided, was going to be a glorious day. Even though she'd had a restless sleep, she was not tired. She felt in her bones that today was a day where she would accomplish something wonderful. She'd felt that way before in the past, and every time she'd felt that way, she'd been right – she HAD been able to do major things. What those major things would be this time, she didn't know yet, the vision hadn't appeared to her, but she was excitedly anticipating whatever was in store for her.

She was glad it was Saturday. On weekends, she took a break from her work. She created and owned an online dating website and blog, and she was world famous for it. She matched thousands of couples successfully over the years, more than any other dating service in the world. And the reason she was so successful, of course, was because she was able to read between the lines of what someone said they wanted in a mate. Yes, she had them fill out the obligatory online forms, asking a person's age, education level, hobbies, interests, etc. blah, blah, blah. What Jincy found, is when it got down to it, none of that mattered. She KNEW how to match which man up with which woman. She knew, because she let her gift tell her who would be happy together. She'd laugh sometimes, when she'd read a woman's list of what she wanted in a man, "High income level, master's degree, no baggage, likes to travel, good looking….." – then she'd match her up with a man who was none of those things, and get an email six months later from the woman thanking Jincy for joining her with the man of her dreams and inviting Jincy to the wedding!

She also wrote a daily column, "Dear Jincy", where she'd post advice on her website from a few of the readers who would write her with problems from their love lives. Again, Jincy used her gift to advise them correctly, and more than once she made headlines from her excellent counsel that dramatically improved the life of a reader.

Her website and blog had gotten so popular around five years ago, that she made the talk show circuit, and video clips of her interviews were shown on every screen across the world. As a result, she began getting mobbed and felt like she could no longer lead a normal life. When space ships had gotten down to a reasonable price, she bought hers, and lived in space with Beasley ever since.

Living a solitary life wasn't so bad since she had Beasley to keep her company. She had her ship decorated in warm shades of gold, burgundy, and sage green, and it was very cozy. But sometimes, when she floated around and let her mind wander, she missed some of the people she'd met through her life on earth.

Life number three, compared to her first life as a slave, and her second one with her unloving parents and abusive husband, was the definitely the best one. Born in the year 2000 to college professors who were very unconventional, her given name was Sunshine Freedom. They encouraged her individuality and independence, and when she was old enough to know her name, asked if she wanted to change it. Without hesitation, she said yes, she did, she wanted it changed to Jincy. They were proud of her gift, and encouraged her to develop it. When she started school, the other kids again teased her and called her a witch, but her parents were caring and astute enough to remove her from the school. Her mother rearranged her teaching schedule at the University so that she could home school Jincy, until she was ready for high school.

When Jincy was 14, she was invited to join the new, prestigious Hogwart's School of Divination. One did not need to be a witch or a wizard to be accepted into the school, but the gift of extra sensory perception was a requirement. So, Jincy moved to the London to join the school, and her teary eyed parents were very proud as they saw her off, but knew they would miss her dearly.

Jincy was an excellent student, and learned ways to enhance her already well developed talent. She made many friends who had the gift in common, and she felt a strong kinship with them. One particular friendship she made was with Brian Boston, a talented student who had a very rare gift. He had an understanding of animals. Well, more than an understanding – he could read their minds. All he had to do was lay a hand on them, and he knew what they were feeling. That made him a naturally budding veterinarian, and he planned to go to vet school after finishing Divination School. He and Jincy were fast friends, and enjoyed each other's company hanging around Diagon Alley, and later, over drinks at the Leaky Cauldron. At 18, Jincy knew that Brian found her attractive and thought that maybe would have liked to be more than just friends, but he had never asked her on an actual date, so she soon dismissed that assumption. On her part, Jincy thought he was extremely attractive, and sometimes when he looked at her, she felt weak in the knees. But she never entertained the thought of him as a potential boyfriend or a lover. She just assumed they would be going their separate ways, she to a career in matchmaking, and he onto vet school.

They did go their separate ways, and didn't meet up again until Jincy brought him the severely injured Beasley. When Beasley was recovering, they talked, and it was like they hadn't even been apart, and Jincy felt the weakening of the knees again, but she chalked it off to the events of the day, and relief of the puppy being saved. Except for an occasional email here and there, they had basically lost contact.

So…it was Saturday. "What are we going to do today, Beasley?" Beasley rolled his eyes and shook his head. He could tell that Jincy had something up her sleeve, and he worried that she was going to attempt to do something where she would be in way over her head. "Shall we look at the crystal ball again?" Beasley sighed. It was no use. Jincy had it in her head to shake things up today, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Let's see what Scarlett and Rhett are up to." She drifted over to the crystal, put her hands on the glass, and peered in. Nothing. It was still set in the year 1873, at precisely the time it always fogged up, so that should not have been surprising. "Maybe we'll back up a little, like say, a year earlier." She hit rewind until it landed where Scarlett and Rhett were having their confrontation on the stairs. Jincy winced. "Oh, no, not that part…too depressing." She backed up just a bit further, and landed at a part in their lives she hadn't seen before. Rhett was in Charleston with Bonnie, visiting his mother, and Scarlett was home in Atlanta. She'd just found out she was pregnant, and was wondering if Rhett would be home before she had the baby.

"Such a shame…if only they would have behaved just a little differently then, things wouldn't have turned out so tragically. If only I could have helped them. But it was the wrong time for me to be able to do anything."

The wrong time…the wrong time. What was the right time? Then it hit her. Now. Now was the right time. Jincy's jaw flew wide open in amazement of her idea. She had such a look of excitement on her face that Beasley's jaw flew open too, and his brows came together.

"I'll go back and help them, Beasley! I can do it! By using my gift and from what I learned in Divination School, I know I can do it!"

She turned somersaults in the air, and laughed wildly in anticipation of what she was going to do. She was scared, excited, apprehensive, nervous, but happy…happy like she hadn't been in a long time.

She flew to her computer and began typing a list of things she needed to prepare for her trip. She only had one chance to make things right, and she'd be damned if she was going to blow it.

TBC…

Ok, I know I said it before, but I PROMISE to have lots of Scarlett and Rhett in the next chapter. I know I went way off of the GWTW theme with this chapter, but it was necessary to set up the next. I hope you like the story so far, and thank you for your patience. I have the next chapter (which will hopefully be the last) in my head, and I just have to write it, so it will be posted soon. Let me know what you think!