Kaleidoscope life.

A young blonde woman hurriedly stuffed clothes into a bag. She twirled around, nervously brushing her hair out of her face. Abruptly she grabbed a headband and hastily tied up her hair. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, which she found new ones folded at the bottom of a drawer.

- "Sneakers, where are the sneakers? Why do you have only high heels? Do you think you're a mannequin?... Good! Boots, at least with these I can run."

She slung her travel bag over her shoulder, half-opened the door, and stepped out knowing the way was clear. Quickly she reached the front door and almost ran out without looking back.

A while later, she was walking towards a green area she noticed a short distance away, she wanted to sit down and think again about everything in general.

- "Why Petunia, what did I do wrong? If they were going to place my soul into a fictional character, couldn't I have transmigrated into a princess, a duchess, or some woman of power and wealth? I don't ask for much, at least a normal person." - The 20-year-old woman muttered her complaints to herself.

- "How ungrateful certain humans are. And I tried so hard to please him." - Said a humanoid figure, whose face was indefinite.

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Eleanor did not remember for certain how she left her body and had gaps in her life, however, she was clear about the novels she read in her life, perhaps because she spent more time in her imagination than interacting with others. She wasn't antisocial just selective, and it wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

Among her jumbled memories, she knew that she lived as an artisan in medieval times and was burned for insulting a bigot who wanted to take advantage of her 'purity', regardless of the era a bad person with power does not need to justify himself to 'avenge his honor', then she was accused of being a witch for possessing individuality and refusing to be submissive.

When she was reincarnated after being roasted, she was in a middle-class family of the twentieth century, from baby to adult she had a good life, with its peculiarities, but who does not have them, she survived a crazy party for the turn of the millennium, everyone said it would be the end of the world, then she did not want to be aware but the hangover of her first binge with stronger drinks than wine or beer, was deadly for her mood, she was in a bad mood for 2 days.

She did not understand what happened, did she die, is she in a vivid dream, did she go mad, why wake up like a teenager in a literary story, and not just anyone but in the place of the pedant Petunia Dursley or Evans still.

That morning when she stirred in bed she found herself disoriented, bumped into a bedside table that had not been there before and no wall on either side.

Eleonor, not wanting to wake up yet, sensed that something was not right, she had her bed against a wall on her left side and no bedside table to bump into, she opened her eyes slowly and was startled to find herself in an unfamiliar place, she also had long blonde hair, her hands and the rest of her body were thin, Eleanor being brown-haired and a bit chubby.

She looked for typical signs of dreams, especially incongruities in the environment, and the first instance she found herself in a place she had never been.

She spent a few minutes still, hoping to process her surroundings: an unfamiliar room, unfamiliar smells, and a different body. Dream or alien abduction?

Now with more courage she got out of bed to investigate, she was wearing a nightgown since she used to wear pajamas. She looked for the bathroom and found it, after opening a door for the second time, because the first time she opened it she saw a couple sleeping soundly.

The light switch was working properly.

In front of the bathroom mirror, she made a 'recognition analysis', she was not ugly but not as beautiful as before, she was not a vain or narcissistic person but she liked the way her real self looked.

She spent some time looking at the hands and face of the reflection, it was not a deformed image but an unknown one.

She had all 5 fingers and couldn't put a finger through her palm, yet she still wasn't convinced she wasn't dreaming. Her haircut was unrecognizable, but the reflection remained stable, even if the features and age were different from the real one.

She held her nose, that is, she pressed with her fingers squeezing her nose so as not to breathe, because in dreams you can practically always breathe, even if you have a stuffy nose, are in the water, or any other circumstance that should prevent you from breathing in properly, then she began to choke and had to stop pressing.

She proceeded to sanitize herself after clearly reading the shampoo labels, another indication that perhaps it was not a dream, because she could see perfectly without the blurry sensation typical of the dream world.

In dreams, when you read a text, look away, and look again, the most usual thing is that it has changed, that the letters float or are distorted, as none of this happened, the latent theory of transmigration gained strength.

Back in the room where she woke up, already bathed and intrigued by the strange situation, she checked the closet finding dresses more than anything else, at least the underwear seemed acceptable.

She rummaged around until she found some clothes with the label on, a sign of a gift she didn't like maybe?

Without thinking twice she put them on, then tried to read or look at a clock, there was one on the bedside table indicating that it was almost 7:30 in the morning, she stopped looking and checked the time again, it was still the same, reaffirming that it was not the same, reaffirming that it was not a dream.

She checked if she had 'powers' because the world of dreams can be modified at will; in real life, it doesn't work the same way, she thought.

So, she tried levitating, moving objects with her mind, teleporting to another place, making a flame appear in the palm of his hand, summoning an imaginary person or creature, and nothing happened.

She had no choice but to assume that she was in a new body, even though she was unaware of the how and why of both. She began to rummage everywhere just as she had done up to that moment, without making a sound; the person who inhabited that body before seemed to be something different from her.

Makeup, fashion and entertainment magazines, school textbooks, romance novels, pictures of her with her parents perhaps, and a crumpled one of a redheaded girl who was possibly a school rival or something, she had one by the name of Hilda that she threw darts at every chance she got, just remembering her made her cranky.

Hilda was since preschool her sworn enemy, no matter how hard she tried to get along they ended up fighting over stupid things, it was a matter of skin. Even Hilda competed for grades and attention from anyone she cared about.

In a second Eleanor was breathless, she discovered the name of the body she now had: Petunia Evans, born January 15, 1958, in London, and she could not continue reading the document.

- "Petunia, daughter, are you all right?" - Asked a woman through the door, - "May I come in?"

Wide-eyed and 'spirit frozen' she managed to say something. - "No! Hey, I'm fine, Mom" - Eleanor replied nervously.

There was a brief silence on the other side of the door.

- "Are you all right? Daughter your sister didn't know you were marrying Vernon, it wasn't her intention to plan your marriage on the same day. I'm going to write to ask her to change your wedding date, I'm sure James won't object, he's such a nice boy, and she didn't imply that Vernon isn't, it's just... Daughter, please try to understand, okay?"

- "I understand, don't worry about it."

- "I'm going to buy bread for breakfast, don't wake your father yet, he had trouble sleeping last night. I'll be right back."

- "Ok" - Said Eleanor, hearing a chuckle as she walked away.

In an instant Eleanor quietly went out to check the other rooms, finding 'Lily's' room, and quickly with her eyes she looked for evidence, it wasn't much she had to see before a Gryffindor pennant hung on a wall.

Shortly she decided to run away.

- "I refuse to marry a stranger. Least of all someone with whom I'm already predisposed to have a negative opinion."

Taking out clothes and other useful things, it was like a gale, she placed everything inside a travel bag, even the personal diary that fell at her feet she took it with her, she was going to read it later.

She planned to disappear, she could stay in a hotel and eat thanks to the money she found, if she had arrived in a real world and not an absurd dream, she would look for a job and then settle down far from the places related to history.

She did not have an affective bond with the Evans and she would not have it with Vernon Dursley, although it would be a cowardly act she would not consider the possibility of meeting him, because she had a weak heart and she knew it, as soon as she noticed the gestures of affection or love of that family and Petunia's fiancé she would give in, she would feel sorry for them and she would not want to hurt them. That was why it was unthinkable to stay, she would find out the reason for everything later.

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After a while, the woman found herself outside the house, facing an unknown figure, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and with a tone of condolence and mockery addressed her.

- "I thought the lady would like this place. My mistress ordered me to relocate you to a better place, where your life would be interesting and you would have all the comforts."

Eleanor was speechless, shivers running through her body, with swirling questions swirling in her chaotic mind.

- "My mistress was your neighbor, the one the consortium wanted to evict, 'The witch of apartment 13', a special number for her, that's why she chose it. You were always nice to her, and that saved you... Well... Not entirely, because it was inevitable that you would lose your body. My mistress performed the ritual sacrifice on a schedule she believed there would be no innocent, but anyway, here you are... She needed several sacrifices for contracts, delicious lives, and those who disturbed her 'peace' and earned her hatred..."

- "What happened?" - She managed to gesticulate her question in disbelief.

- "Oh, well... I won't tell you" - He replied emitting an aura of malevolence, - "Unfortunately, my mistress lost control, in her attempt to right her wrong and incinerate the property. She ordered us to relocate the souls who turned out to be unwanted victims. So I thought it was funny that you were here, a place created by the power of the human mind."

- "That's impossible" - Eleanor whispered.

- "How shrewd! That's right, I'm lying to you, but not everything I said is a lie, there is some truth in my speech. Anyway, here you are in a parallel world.... Or maybe I just locked you why yes in your mind and your body is in a coma, or everything you remember never happened and you just reacted to your true reality."

- "I beg you, tell me the truth" - Requested the young woman, very frightened.

- "What a bore. But I like your attitude, you make me happy. Answering several of those questions that are swarming around that mass inside your little skull, congratulations, you are in another world! You occupy the space of someone who died, humans define it as 'sudden death'. The body was left free so why not put it to use? Oh, don't worry, you won't suffer any sequelae, that body is 'in good shape'. Why an adult body and not a newborn? Well, why not? And the magical world did exist in 'your world', you were just blind, and like so many others you were dazzled by the fantasy of magic. There are many worlds or realities, superimposed as layers, protected, inviolable, so safe that only those with great skill can break through the limits, that is, there are 'layers' with doors that connect to others, fissures, cracks, etc. Of course, in general, there are not many worlds that can be interconnected with others, we have many cases of 'islands'. I will not tell you what the category of your world of origin was, nor who or what I am. What I will tell you is that this will be our first and last meeting, and out of the goodness of my non-existent heart, I offer to grant you benefits. So think fast, I don't have all eternity. Wait... yes I do!"

The sound Eleanor attributed as laughter coming from everywhere chilled her blood.

- "Agh, now you bore me. You're not interesting anymore. Let's see... Fine, I'll give you what all humans ask for a bag of money and some magical gifts, but don't expect me to turn you into the same thing as that body's sister... Shut up! You drive me crazy with so much noise, you should practice with a monk, their minds are calmer. That money is money that no one will notice the lack of. Be satisfied with knowing that you have the chance to continue living, you died before your time because of a mistake unrelated to whatever stupidity you did. Be grateful that you are still human and accept the damages without criticizing."

Eleanor didn't have time to speak when she was hit in her body, fell like a puppet without strings, and whatever was with her disappeared.

Minutes later, she worried whether her interaction with 'that thing' or "entity" could have been witnessed by anyone, but not, apparently she was alone.

Lying with her arms outstretched on the grass, she thought it was rash to elope. She also thought that in difficult times "I wish to be someone special," but now she realized she should have been more specific.

The bag of money contained a "reasonable amount", but less than expected at first glance, she would still have to guarantee a future source of income to survive, if she had to live in that world until her death, or at least that was one of the very few things she understood.

Perhaps she should invest in a business or go to a bank to consult other options, she could also return to the Evans family and study a career, save some expenses, and define the beginning of a path to follow.

Little by little the residual memories of Petunia, whose basic secretarial skills would be useful if she was forced to work, were emerging, although in fact, Petunia had already been working part-time at the Grunnings Drill Factory, a job she quit when she agreed to marry her fiancé.

Petunia's memories were alien, like a novel whose main character was a spoiled child whose jealousy rotted her personality.

A "lovable" and pathetic villain, to be empathetic with her peculiar reasons, one could come to not be so severe with her actions, but Eleanor rather dreaded how stupid a person could be.

"You can't be a witch? Find your talent. Do your parents praise your sister? Who cares, there will be something you do that they like, and if not, as long as you like it that's what's important..." Eleanor was refuting every "emotional" image of Petunia, every criticism she remembered her making of Lily or her parents.

"We are all monsters or freaks at some point," Thought Eleanor, for no one is perfect.

Remembering that she was in the Harry Potter story, she left the writing of an anonymous letter about the Horcruxes up for consideration, Dumbledore was the most likely recipient, also McGonagall.

She was not a heroine or an adventurous person, she never thought to find herself in such a situation, and she was not happy with the change. Reading about something is not always an indication of wanting to live it, so meddling to solve the major problems she remembered was something that would not happen.

Of course, her conscience forced her not to be oblivious, so she considered anonymously offering information, which would serve to prevent some of the dire consequences, or so she hoped.

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The Evanses were very worried, vainly thinking of a reason for their eldest daughter's disappearance.

- "Maybe she was kidnapped" - Said, Mrs. Evans.

- "I doubt it, my dear, but I can't think of any other option... You know Vernon, maybe he convinced her to go away together. Since he found out about Lily, I noticed a change in him..."

- "I knew something wasn't right. I could feel it in my heart. I should never have left without seeing her first, I didn't want to force her and this is the result. We need to talk to Lily, I don't think it's appropriate for her boyfriend to come home or to talk about magic in front of Tuney."

Mr. Evans pulled an envelope out of his pocket.

- "It was going to be a surprise but Lily arrives tomorrow. Classes ended early because of the incident near Hogsmeade. They don't want students to be in the area if Death Eaters make any attacks, Lily will be here for a few days during the wedding preparations, and the groom's parents want to have the ceremony at their house."

Mrs. Evans read the letter and nodded in understanding to her husband.

- "I hope our daughters are safe and can be reconciled. With all my heart I wish it."

A week passed, during which time the worried family waited for Petunia's return.

They received a call from her informing them that she was well and needed space, she said she realized she didn't want to get married and didn't know how to face Vernon.

Still not quite agreeing with Petunia's decision, the 3 Evans chose to respect her attitude, hypothesizing that made Petunia look like a victim.

Vernon for his part was very sad and disappointed, he loved her and was convinced that Lily did something to change Petunia, who canceled the engagement by letter and said goodbye to him apologizing a lot.

Eleanor watched Vernon from a "safe distance", she dyed her blonde hair to a caramel color and changed her style of clothing.

Disguised she felt sorry for the sturdy young man without a mustache, he wasn't obese but he was fat, actually, that didn't bother her, he looked a bit tender as a piglet, but Eleanor couldn't forget what she knew about Vernon Dursley.

Changing someone could be a complicated or even useless task, at least that was her opinion, that hope was left for those who fell in love and had to make concessions to be with the loved one.

Eleanor thought that maybe by treating him she could get to love him, maybe prevent him from being a cruel walrus, maybe everything was a maybe or maybe, the truth was that there were things that could not be forced, and she felt sorry for Dudley but his soul would be reborn in another body, she hoped that with other types of parents who knew how to guide him to be a good person.

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- "Tuney?" - Said Lily standing at the side of the entrance to the clothing store where Eleanor had gotten a job as a salesgirl.

During the week she was adjusting to being Petunia, besides praying for a miracle to bring her back to her life, and spending hours in church.

Eleanor rented a room and looked for a job near her "new residence", it would have been strange for her to prove she had the money to survive so suddenly, it cost a little but luck favored her by finding an ad in the window, it would be a replacement but at least it was something.

She kept her hair long, changed the color, and bought some clothes that were more comfortable for her, more to her liking. Petunia's clothes were nice but somewhat uncomfortable, it was like wearing someone else's clothes, although in a way it was.

Regarding magic, so far saved a tingling in the limbs and levitate things, there was no progress and ignored if it was a matter of practice, time, or deception.

Anyway, out of curiosity she went to the location of the magical pub, and managed to see it unaided but did not enter, as curious as she was to see Diagon Alley, it would be strange if anyone recognized her, so she would wait a while.

Eleanor approached Lily without responding, she could tell her she had the wrong person and leave but that would be silly.

- "Tuney, you look good. Let's go somewhere quiet to talk."

- "I have to work" - Eleanor replied.

- "Go with your pretty sister, you can start your day later. No problem." - The owner encouraged Eleanor to accept the request, it was strange but when she noticed the movement in the red-haired teenager's sleeves she understood what could have happened.

She agreed and they went with Lily to a candy store.

- "Don't worry, James gave me some money, you can order whatever you want" - Offered Lily.

- "Okay, then I'll have a slice of lemon pie, a nice slice that lasts more than 4 bites."

Lily blinked in confusion but ordered the same from the server, plus tea for both of them. There was an awkward silence until they received the order, then Lily seemed to come to a determination on how to start the conversation.

- "James and I changed the wedding date. We put it off for a while... I didn't know you had set a date with your fiancé, I didn't mean to overshadow your Tuney moment, I swear to God. I know we haven't been close for a long time, and I'm not criticizing you, but... Tuney I want us to make a truce for Mom and Dad, our arguments affect them and you won't have to put up with my presence much longer. When I get married I'm going to move to another city, so go back home and continue with your plans, drop this attitude. I won't interfere with your life..."

- "This lemon pie is delicious, what do you think?" - Eleanor asked savoring her bite.

- "Yes, it's fine" - Lily answered slowly, - "Petunia, don't avoid the subject."

Eleanor took a deep breath and stopped eating. She looked up at "her sister," contemplating the details that cannot be reflected in a novel and comparing the image she formed of her in her imagination.

- "I'm done with Vernon. I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to get married. Besides, I was confused, I don't know him well enough to be sure I want to share my life with him. I decided and that is to leave the former Petunia behind, the reasons that caused the arguments, etc., have nothing to do with me. Don't misunderstand me, I don't mean to be insensitive, but I am in a moment of selfish personal search, who am I, what do I want to do, are some of the questions whose answers I am solving... You will find it strange and suspicious, but I had an epiphany, I needed to get away to focus on myself, to change the atmosphere. It has nothing to do with your upcoming wedding or any of your news, or our parents. When I am organized and stable I will visit them, I wish you a happy marriage with a long and happy life."

The witch looked shocked and somewhat nervous, she looked around for escape routes, and the wand on her forearm slipped into her hand.

- "Where is my sister? If you did anything to her..." - She said menacingly under her breath.

Eleanor didn't know how she should react, so she kept her cool and bit herself to keep from laughing because it was a comical situation.

Eleanor flagged down an employee and ordered a chocolate cake, a lemon pie, profiteroles, and macarons to go.

- "The lady will pay for everything. Please use firm boxes, oh, also add some pistachio cookies."

The employee went to prepare the order.

- "I hope you don't mind, but there are a few occasions when I can taste these delicacies and who knows when I will have another opportunity, I will ration them and keep your name present in my mind for days, until I eat the last crumb. No need to get up, I'm leaving because I have things to do. It was a good talk and a delicious moment, thank you. Tell my parents I will call them these days. Have a nice day Lily, greetings to all. Bye. Bye, bye."

- "Stop, what are you doing?" - The witch expressed astonished.

- "You said James gave you money. If you didn't have money to pay, you wouldn't have told me to ask for whatever I wanted."

- "That's not what I meant."

- "So? Just because I don't tell you freak and blah, blah, blah, blah, in other words, all the nonsense to annoy you, doesn't mean I'm anything other than myself. Or would you rather I insult you and pick fights?"

- "No" - Lily replied.

- "Well, because I'm not in the mood. Accept that I've changed and move on, you spend months at school, you practically don't know me well. People have more than one face, and some eventually erode and disappear. I am an adult, not a child... It was time to step back and see things in a different light."

Eleanor held her order with both hands, thanked her, and said goodbye again, leaving behind a very dazed witch.

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After the meeting with Lily, she visited the Evanses and tried to justify her cowardice, she knew that Vernon had been looking for her, also that he argued with Lily blaming her for what had happened, assuming the responsibility of rescuing his beloved from the clutches of a witch, however, a wrong move led James to intervene.

It was not Vernon's intention to attack Lily, but out of indignation he stopped paying attention and bent his foot as he retreated, this caused him to hit the witch as he tried to hold on.

The wizard unaccustomed to the Muggle environment reacted by instinct by casting a spell on the man, his memory had to be modified to erase the recent memory of the use of magic. James performed the spell, but it erased the memories about the Evans, frightened he asked for help from his parents, who took care of solving the mistake.

- "Well, your sister said she didn't want to see him again" - He whispered apologetically to Lily, once Mrs. Potter reported that they had to alter the memory to cover the bumps, the muggle didn't remember anything about magic and Vernon his relationship with Petunia was a front so they would stop asking him if he had a girlfriend, in his memories he asked an acquaintance for the favor in exchange for helping her with office work, but he would no longer see her because the lie was complicated unexpectedly.

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