Death and Rebirth

' Huh, where am I? Did I die? I can't see anything. I can't hear anything. I don't feel anything. How am I talking? Am I talking or thinking? I can't feel my body, so is my brain the only thing working? If I dead, is this hell or limbo? Is it just this, nothing?'

' Well I made my own bed and now it's time to lay on it, I might be many things but I'm no coward. I chose the life of a criminal and knew the risk it came with, just like those who killed me did. Besides who doesn't wish to die on their fifteenth birthday...'

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England. 3/1/1980

South of a quaint little English village, hidden behind hills and trees. stood a house several stories high, with four chimneys on the roof, with the appearance of it almost falling down. Inside the crooked home in a dimly lit room a short middle aged red headed woman was screaming at the top of her lungs as another woman kept shouting at her to push.

" Molly, dear you've got to push!"

" I know that Sophia! This one's the sixth I've had, I just wish he'd hurry up and come out already!!!"

Off to the side a tall, blue eyed red headed man nervously looked on, as the two women shouted at each other. In front of the room's doorway, two teenage boys, did the same.

The three of them were so caught up with the woman's screams that they failed to notice two toddlers rushing pass them with another chasing after them.

" Ahahah, Percy you can't--"

" -- Catch us!"

" Fred, George, No!"

The two teens and their father loudly shouted at the three toddlers, yet they were drowned out by the sound of a low cry. After which the entire room fell into silence, even the three wild toddlers.

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Inside the empty void a tunnel illuminated by shining light suddenly manifested.

" What's going on!? Is that the way towards heaven? I'm not sure how or why, but if it is, I must take it, no matter what!"

Focusing all of his being or whatever he currently was, the unknown entity rushed towards the bright light.

As he did everything became bright and then became dim almost dark. He then tried to open his eyes, seeing as the brightness had subsided only to be shocked by what he saw.

" What... Is this a house? Why am I-"

His thought came to a abrupt halt when the sound of people talking entered his ears. Thankfully for him they spoke in his native language, English, albeit with a deep accent.

" It's a boy!! Congratulations, Molly, Arthur, now what'll his name be?"

Sophia was a seasoned midwife, who'd successfully delivered countless of newborns. Her work led her to encounter numerous types of people and place her in several different scenarios.

However when she announced that it was a boy the room became quite, a first for her. Glancing over at the couple she quickly noticed that although they wore wide smiles, they were extremely forced.

" Another boy..."

" It'll be fine Mollywobbles, we'll try again, in a few years."

Surprised by their response, Sophia could only stand there holding the newborn while they discussed having another, which made her unconsciously look at the other five boys inside the small, cramped room.

' Have they gone crazy? How can they possibly want another!?'

Arthur, the newborns father stepped forward to take the baby, from Sophia. Who happily handed the child over to him, when he held his son he noticed something peculiar.

" Sophia, have you ever experienced a situation like this before?"

" What do you mean Arthur!?"

" I remember that all of my other children cried, quite loudly in some cases. Yet, this one hasn't, he hasn't cried, not once..."

Hearing her husbands words Molly also became nervous and tried standing up, but due to extreme fatigue failed to do so. Finding his question valid Sophia took out a wooden stick from within her white robes and pointed it at the child's head.

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>Baby's POV<

" What the hell is going on here!? I thought I was going to heaven! How'd I end up as a newborn baby? And why do they seem familiar?"

Trying to figure how he knew these people he began to look around the room trying to find any clues as to why he was brought here. That's when he saw several things off about the house, specialy with the picture frames hanging on the walls.

" Am I crazy or are those pictures moving?"

Occupied with the moving pictures, the baby failed to hear what the adults had said. Only somewhat realizing something nlwas terribly wrong when he saw a woman pointing a sharp stick at his face. Unable to speak he became scared at the apparent crazy woman trying to poke him with a stck.

' Hey lady, what's the big deal? What are you trying to do with that stick, huh!?'

" Corporis Revelio."

Feeling uncomfortable, the baby tried to squirm out of the woman's embrace, but when he saw a yellow coming out of the "Stick" he was able to piece something together.

' Don't tell me... please don't tell me, this can't be real right? I'm-'

As the yellow light shined on the baby everyone in the room became deathly quiet, as they waited for the results. After a few more seconds the light vanished and Sophie turned towards the red headed couple with a reassured smile.

" There's absolutely nothing wrong with the child, this must just be a rare occurrence, and nothing more. It's nothing to worry about."

Hearing her say that their son was fine the couple sighed in relief. The father, then took the child in his arms again, this time with a big smile on his face. Contrary to him the baby was in shock of his recent realization.

' Moving pictures, Wands, Red heads, Magic...'

" From this day fourth your name will be, Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

' Fuck me... I'm Ron from Harry Potter.'