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When Eva first opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is her mother's face, smiling down at her with a much younger face than she remembered.
Oddly, her first instinct is to cry. Which is something she hasn't done in a long time since the war had begun.
Eva's thoughts are all muddled, with new--or should she say old memories surfacing up.
As she tries to speak and reach for her mother's face she notices..‘were her hands always that small?’
And all at once her memories get clearer.
The last thing she remembers was falling to her knees and the feeling of hopelessness while being surrounded by a war that had been temporarily paused by the fall of a young hero that her chest aches at the thought of.
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Being a teenager in a baby's body wasn't as hard as she had imagined, she didn't have to act like an infant or anything, since it was as if she was out of her body seeing herself doing things, which, as a baby, wasn't that much.
As time went by, and Eva turned two, she started remembering. About the war, and how unsafe Hogwarts was ever since she had stepped foot there.
Being a first year was already quite scary, but immediately having dementors on the train even before getting to the school? Horrifying.
And even more, because of Sirius Black on the loose the rest of the year with the dementors after him, doing nothing but harming others instead of him.
Her second year was much better, or at least at the start. She was overwhelmed with the new schools coming to Hogwarts, but watching the first task of the triwizard tournament was entertaining, even though Eva remembered feeling faint a few times while watching the students risk their lives against dragons.
She remembers little of the second task, having to wait watching in boredom for an hour without knowing what was happening underwater. The only notable thing that happened was Harry Potter coming back with not one but two hostages which had gotten him high points.
Both the second and third task were quite boring, even though she had her friends, Astoria Greengrass–a Slytherin who she hadn't intended on befriending at the start, and Luna Lovegood, an odd girl a year above Eva's in Ravenclaw. She didn't have many friends, since she was quite shy and introverted because of her upbringing, but she was quite content with the ones she had.
Then came the third and final task, it was quite the shock when after hours of waiting, two champions appeared outside of the maze.
Only to find out that one of them was dead.
Eva's third year couldn't have gone worse, with a dictator of a woman as the new principal, who adored to punish her students for anything that displeased her, and the looming threat of Voldemort being back from the dead and bringing chaos back after fifteen years of peace.
A year with Umbridge was nothing compared to her fourth and fifth year, the war had begun after Dumbledore’s unexpected death and death eaters had infiltrated the school and were torturing the younger students, including her.
One of the last things she remembers from that final year was Voldemort's army coming to the school and having to fight against them.
Eva was back in the Great hall tending to the injured and the dead, when suddenly deafening silence fell over the room.
Everyone in the Great hall held their breath, only for the silence to be broken by anguished screams echoing in the whole school.
She ran to the front doors, only to see something that broke something in her.
Harry Potter was dead.
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Eva remembers feeling like her chest burned with such pain that she fell to her knees, not understanding where the pain was coming from, had someone cursed her? But it couldn't have been, because in the first few moments after his death no-one dared to move other than to scream from rage or to laugh from the other side of the courtyard to the sound of victory.
The pain was so excruciating that she couldn't hear or see what was happening around her, and when she pulled down her shirt to see what the blinding pain was, she saw the ‘H’ on her chest was inflamed, and that's when she realised.
Harry Potter was her Fated.