𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 || 𝒘𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒑 & 𝒉𝒑

𝐈𝐈. 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!!?

She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering open to chase away the lingering haze of sleep that still clung to her. Soft sunlight filtered into the room through the cream-colored curtains, casting a gentle glow that seemed to wrap the space in a cozy, golden embrace.

The golden-haired infant blinked, her mind processing the barrage of memories that flooded her senses. The recollections came to her slowly, each one bringing with it a new awareness of her surroundings and the events that had led her to this moment.

Her mind began to piece together the events that brought her to this point. She had been summoned to the Ministry, Corban's plea, Dolohove, and the mysterious Chamber of Death,

The veil.

'I died.'

The realization washed over her with a staggering weight, and tears welled up in her jeweled eyes. 'I died.' The words echoed silently in her mind. The implications of her own death felt surreal, a chilling truth that she struggled to fully grasp.

A mixture of conflicting emotions swirled within her - a strange blend of bitter disappointment and bittersweet acceptance. She had fought so hard for the life she had desired, only to find it slipping through her fingers. She had given up so much, and yet, in the end, it seemed like it all had been for naught.

Her heart surged with a strange mixture of relief and melancholy as she realized that she was not dead, but rather, she found herself in the form of a newborn. For a few moments, she struggled to connect the dots, her mind grasping at the inexplicable transformation.

The revelation dawned on her slowly - she was in the tender body of an infant... a bloody infant!

Flashes of magenta eyes passed through her mind. she was a newborn, a newborn baby with a dead mother.

'Still...'

she looked over, her gaze fell upon the baby with platinum-colored hair, soundly asleep and dressed in pretty pink garments. A mixture of relief and guilt washed over her, as she thought to herself ' ...I'm not alone.'