Okay Short Chapter but it's more of a filler chapter and it's a chapter nonetheless. Thank you so much if you've reviewed, followed or favourited this story, like it was only published a couple days ago and thank you so much.
Chapter Two
It was only months later that the newly dubbed Jessamine came to terms with her apparent rebirth. She'd been reborn once more into a family of four. Her father, Marcus Evans, was a lanky man that's smile mischievously down at her with blonde hair ticking his laughing green eyes. Her mother, with the striking red hair and the warm blue eyes, was named Camella. She also had her two older sisters, Petunia and Lily. Lily was only a year older than she was, and Petunia, the eldest of the three, was now 4 years old, three years older than Lily.
At the beginning I was dubious. It was impossible, being reborn into a family of Evans two of which were named Lily and Petunia. I simply refused it. It was my mind playing tricks I'd thought, because this was not something that just happened. Within a couple weeks I'd come to accept that yes okay maybe I'd been reborn, I could live with that, but into this family? No, it had to be a coincidence or something. And despite all my doubts she'd come to realize that maybe, just maybe, I'd been born in a fictional world. Maybe I'd been born in the Harry Potter Universe, into the Evans family as a sister to Lily and Petunia Evans, because this was simply to big of a coincidence to be considered one.
So I grew older all over again, as the youngest Evans sister, and it was only when I was eight that I could no longer ignore that yes, I'd been reborn into the Harry Potter Universe.
I was 6 when it happened.
It was dad's birthday and Petunia Lily and I had taken upon our selves to bake him a cake, but for some reason they had entrusted me of all people to walk the cake to the table. Sure it was only across the room, but they seemed to have forgotten how clumsy I was. I'd been making my way towards my chatting family, focused on not dropping the cake. So focused infarct that I never noticed the stool standing innocently in front of me as a I moved forwards. Was unable to find my footing before I came crashing down, instictiveley curling into my self slightly as a waited for the sound of cake touching the ground. It never came. Head whipping to stare up wide eyed I saw what I had not expected in the least. Instead of the sight cake smeared on the ground it was the sight if a preserved red velvet cake hovering not an inch above my still fingers. Scrambling upwards quickly I grabbed the cake, feeling it's weight settle into me hands as the magic dissapeared.
Thank fully nobody had noticed the pause and we continued the celebrations without too many interruptions, still I was unable to focus.
I knew what I'd seen, I knew what it had been. I could no longer deny that I'd been reborn into the Harry Potter universe that I'd so dearly loved in my past life. I also new that I'd been born with magic. I'd come to realize that was both a good and a bad thing. It was bad because I'd be growing in the wizarding world in the 70's, a muggle born in the middle of the beginning of this blood war. But for so many reasons this was a wonderful thing. As with many others it's always been a dream of mine to be apart of this world, to learn of magic and go to school ride a broom and so on. And now, this was my chance.
Of course this wouldn't be all fun and games, and I'd be trying to at least make some changes while I could, no matter how small if only to make a better future.
But all that wasn't to say I couldn't enjoy myself.
My first step? Not to rely on magic with a wand too much. It would help to be able to do the magic wand less and non-verbally of course.
Also, I thought to my self, it'd be super cool.
Besides, it couldn't be to hard could it? If I could focus my magic before I got a wand it shouldn't be terribly hard.
...Right?