Not What I Expected

Chapter 1: End

E.j. P.O.V.

  Dying wasn't something new to me. I had watched a lot of my family members get sick and live with pain and soon die. I had expected to die like most in my family, old and sick. My death was fast I hadn't even felt the pain.

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   I had gone hunting with my brother, well more like we sat there and watched deer walk by us while we sat in a deer stand talking quietly. We had done this for the past few weeks, he had been stressing about becoming a freshman in college so we came out and just sat and spoke of the most mundane things. On the way there we had passed a herd of deer when a loud shot rang out, I felt a sting in my chest but it wasn't painful almost like a small ant bite but the last thing I heard was my little brother shouting my name before everything went black.

I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, I didn't see a bright light or my dead loved ones waiting for me with open arms. All I could see was darkness and not the kind that if you focus well enough you could make out figures, no it was pitch black. There was nothing, nothing but my End I suppose.  

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I was in the darkness for what had seemed like eternity before I could hear voices. For awhile I couldn't  hear them clearly but soon I could make out what they are saying. Sometime they are soft and loving voices, other time you could hear the playfulness in them, but then there are the time when there is arguing, yelling in anger or frustration. I could feel warmth surround me and soon I could hear those voices become panicked, but you could hear happiness under all the panic. 

The warmth around me started to heat up and I felt like I was being pushed somewhere. The voices that I've heard are becoming louder and I could hear screams of pain and some of joy.

Soon the warmth was replaced with cold air and warm hands. The painful screams have stopped along with the other voices. It was dead silent. The hands that held me smacked my ass and a small grunt left me and sighs of what I could assume was relief could be heard around the room. I opened my eyes as the person holding me wrapped me up in a scratchy cloth before announcing softly "Its a boy." before handing me over to a beautiful women with red hair. 

I had long ago concluded that I was reborn but after seeing the women it took me a second to realize what the man had said.  I'm a Fucking BOY, I was reborn as a god damned boy!!  I'm snapped out of my thoughts  when I heard a voice above me and looked at her as best I could as she spoke.

"He's beautiful," She spoke softly running her finger along my face before looking up at someone "He looks just like you James." 

I could hear a snort and someone talk " Well that's unfortunate, Jamsie here was lucky you even looked at him Lily." Someone said in a joking manner.

"Oh sod off," another said, I could hear footsteps before I was moved and placed in another's  arms. The man holding me was quite handsome. He smiled at me softly before speaking "You are one handsome devil, my son." 

"Well know that we have all concluded that my Godson is handsome, Would you mind telling us his name?" the joking voice from before asked. 

I could hear the women's voice not to far from me and looked at her. She was looking at both me and the man holding me "Harris. Harris James Potter, is his name."

"Awww Little Harry."  The man holding me cooed at me.

As I heard this I wanted to cry out in frustration, I seem to have the worst luck. 

'I, Eliza Jordan Bishop, have been reborn in the fucking world of wizardry and witchcraft. What the actual Fuck." I thought, 'I can get past being reborn as the opposite gender, I can live with the being a damn wizard part, but being the god damned boy who fucking lived is asking for way to fucking much.'

Well I guess this is the My Beginning of the End.

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