A/N: This is my interpretation of the last two Harry Potter books. I substituted the Deathly Hallows with something different and changed some couple pairings. I altered this a bit (grammatically and otherwise) from when I published it on Fanfiction.net. Enjoy.
"All my life I always wanted to fly. I always wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not supposed to be jealous of anything, but to take flight, to soar above everything and everyone, now that's living."
She wasn't supposed to be in Slytherin. All her life she was raised to believe that she was favored amongst her magical community: a pureblood. From the moment she received her letter, all she could think about was making her parents proud by learning to be the best witch she could be; to marry a handsome and extremely wealthy pureblood wizard, and to produce perfect pureblood offspring to raise and mold in their image. Lies...all lies.
"Our lives are like bubbles in a small pool of water. Once in a while; and for only a few times in our lives, someone or something comes along and splashes the water, dispersing the bubbles. Our lives are disturbed, our beliefs are shaken, some of our dreams die. However, the bubbles will come together again eventually, as we all recover from our pains and sorrows. And life goes on. But the shape of the original pool of bubbles will never be the same."
She wasn't supposed to have survived. The unfortunate incident that had claimed the life of her beloved mother should have destroyed her as well. Instead, she survived, although barely. Her body aged just the same as everyone else's around her, but her mind would forever hold its youthful innocence of childhood. It often felt as though the part of her mind that had matured was trapped behind a wall that no one could ever release. And so, she went on with life, with no one truly knowing the real her, for the real her could not escape its mindful prison.
"I feel my glowing center grow. I feel alive. I stand. Not crawling. Not falling down."
She wasn't supposed to have been born. The last and only daughter from an already large family. She wasn't supposed to have existed in the first place, an anomaly. The complications from her older brother's birth was supposed to have ensured the parents that he would be their last child, the healers told them so. But on a night like any other, an image appeared in her mother's dream, telling her that her wish would be fulfilled. Nine months later she was born, the first girl among a sea of boys. The fire of hope in her mother's eyes.
"But now I have come to believe that the whole world in an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth."
She wasn't supposed to be magical. The only child of two normal, hard working muggles that loved and doted on their only child since the moment she was born. Never had there been any inkling of the power that ran through her very veins until the day an old man dressed in costume robes knocked on their front door and changed all their lives forever. He explained about the girl's power, even so much as demonstrated some small charms and tricks, and then left a note of instructions on how to purchase school supplies and where to appear on September 1st. Even then she could not believe it, even when she saw firsthand what magic was, could she fully understand what the old professor meant. Her parents did not seem as phased as she had, and left the choice up to her whether to attend the prestigious school. She loved her school, she excelled in every subject available and at the age of eight she decided she wanted to be a dentist like her parents. But suddenly, there was something new thrown in her path and it was up to her to choose which direction to go. This new world opened up a whole new set of possibilities that she never could have dreamed about before. There was also the bonus that if it didn't work out she could return to the mortal world and resume her old non-magical life. Years later her friends would joke about her stern, hard-working attitude and her notion to always follow the rules. But truly, her spontaneity, her adventurous side began the moment she told the old man in the funny robes, yes.