Reborn as The-Girl-Who-Lived

Goodbyes

It's been a year and three months.

A year and three months since I died and was reborn as Arabella Potter, and it's been amazing.

I managed to go from crawling to taking my first steps to walking when I turned 9 or 10 months old, causing my parents to have to run to try and catch me. I was taken to rides on dad and Uncle Padfoot while in their animagus form and even on Uncle Padfoot's bike. It was amazing!

Mom didn't think it was a good idea and her stern look she gave Pads had him almost running to the hills.

Another thing I found was that my eyesight wasn't all that great, but not as bad as Harry's in the books.

I had spoken my first word, that being 'Dad!' He was over the moon after that. My hair had grown some and already showed signs of being gravity defying. Looks like I'll have to let it grow some.

The day of my birthday came and went. It was small, private and I loved every second of it. All my family members were there, including the rat but I ignored him in place on admiring the toy broom Uncle Padfoot gifted me. With some hesitation, I got on it and a few moments later was laughing and squealing as I zoomed around.

My biggest accomplishment however, was that I have control over my magic and could access it easily enough. I still showed my parents 'accidental' displays of magic every now and again.

Today was the 30th of October, and my eyes started to water before I started sobbing as quietly as possible. Tomorrow will be the last time I get to be with my parents, to have them hold me, to kiss me, put me to sleep and read to me, and it would be the last time I will hear their voices.

Distressed, I make my was towards mom and find her cooking a late lunch.

"Mommy."

My voice was so full of sorrow that mom turned around quickly, put a charm on the utensils to keep cooking and quickly picked me up.

"Arabella, what's wrong sweetheart?"

I only hid my face between her neck and shoulder as a response. I didn't say anything (Not that I could) how could I? How does one explain to their mother she was going to die the following day? So I just hold her as tight as I could and stored it all in my memory.

Mom started to rock me and pass a hand on my hair as she hummed softly. "You're safe baby girl. Mommy has you."

My tears slowly stopped as she calmed me and I focused on her voice. Once I was calmed enough, mom put me in the high chair and started to put lunch on the table. Just as she finished doing so, dad walked in.

"Daddy!"

"There's my little Bambi!" He says and gives me a kiss on the head before kissing mom and sitting down to eat. "Nothing to eventful happened I take it?"

"No...well Arabella came to me crying?"

"What? Why?" Dad looks at me again, trying to find any sort of injury or something similar. "She seems fine."

"She is, which is what's puzzling me. She just came to the kitchen and called for me which such sorrow in her voice."

Dad picked me up and hugged me, which I returned and stored this moment to memory as well.

"We love you Bambi and we'll always protect you."

I looked over his shoulder after he said that, only for my eyes to widen.

There by the doorway stood Death, a sad look on his face.

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Nighttime was approaching. All Hallows' Eve has arrived and I watched as the wind started to become stronger by the minute. My parents and I were in the living room with them having tea while I didn't touch my own drink.

Moving my gaze from the window, I looked behind mom and dad to stare at Death as he practically hovered over my parents. He neither said anything or made a sound, only stared at us. I wanted to talk to him, ask him why he had brought me to this world and ask, even though I knew it would be pointless, if he could prevent my parent's approaching death. Looking down, I made my way to mom's lap and sat there, heart pounding as the night progressed.

Snap.

I looked out the window again and before I could do anything else, mom and dad got up, mom still holding me.

"The wards! We've been betrayed!

"It's him! Go, run! I'll hold him off!" Dad shouts to mom, who had yet to move when she stood. "Lily! Take Arabella and go!"

That got her moving. She ran to the second floor and just as she reached the door to my nursery, we catch a glimpse of green light, followed by the sound of something falling on the floor.

"James!"

I cried as mom closed and locked the door, her wand having been forgotten somewhere. She puts me in my crib before kneeling and looking at me with watery eyes.

"Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you Arabella." She stands and kisses my forehead before turning around, facing the door.

"Love mommy and daddy!"

I did it, I told her I loved them as she looked at me with a smile.

BOOM!

The door exploded and there he stood. A black cloak on him, his skin pale almost ashy and nails like claws. He didn't have lips, nose or hair. I then looked at his eyes before quickly looking away. Blood red eyes.

Voldemort.

I heard mom beg him to spare me and take her instead. He told her to move aside, and when she refused, he lifted his wand and uttered that curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light hit my mother square in the chest and as she fell, Voldemort laughed.

Tears kept falling from my eyes, looking down at my now dead mother. He walked over my mother towards me. His complete disrespect from that action caused rage to course through my veins as I looked up at him.

"This is the child said to vanquish me? How laughable. You have no power to do so, then again no one has the power to defeat me. Goodbye Arabella Potter." Raising his wand, I glance at it before returning my gaze at him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The curse heads towards me and a bright light surrounds me. Voldemort screams in pain and I do too. My forehead feeling like it was on fire and going to explode. The roof explodes outwards and through the pain and tears, I see the Shade of Voldemort escape and Death appear by the side of my crib.

"You won't be alone Bella," he put his surprisingly warm hand on my head and caresses it. I slowly fall asleep, with Death beside me. Both of us waiting for my journey to begin.