Jen Bronsly

It had been 3 am at night, Jen still did not go to sleep. She had a feeling tomorrow would be her last day and rather than sleeping she was reading all the harry potter books again. To her, they were a treasure, born with a heart condition it was hard to for her to survive and being bond to cables as life support did not leave her many options to explore the world.

Being a kid living on borrowed time she also did not have many options when it came to education.

It had been her 10th birthday 3 weeks ago and she remembered her nurses whispering about her sad fate when she fell asleep.

To lessen her misery her parents bought her the harry potter books one by one. They at first gave it to relieve her sadness about going outside, but they later used it as a bribe to keep her alive. Every time she received a book she smiled as bright as possible.

To her, the books were a sense of relieving something to keep her going longer and it worked she lived two years longer than estimated by her doctors.

It put her mind to rest every time she leaves her world to the one of harry potter.

She, however, had a sharp mind she kept analysing every detail in the book mostly about pure-bloods and the black family.

Sure, their family had been Slytherin for decades but that did not mean they should be abused, right?

Would they not have burned Sirius off their tree if he had been Slytherin?

thoughts like these kept slipping in her mind but what occurred most was, If she was there could she have changed the past?

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She had fallen asleep after she read the last book, only to wake up being pushed through a tight space. It had hurt a lot but it was better than her heart attacks. Then she felt a bright light burning her eyes and a hard slap on her bottom, now crying she was pushed in an embrace, a warm embrace.