Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

I feel very uncomfortable.

It's the start of a new school year again, and I'm quite used to it now. Knowing I'm prone to motion sickness, I brought along some sobering and mild medications in advance, just in case the reaction is too severe.

However, to my surprise, the final result was still beyond my expectations.

As I was talking, a dull ache started in my head. I didn't pay much attention to it until the pain became unbearable, and it felt as if my soul was being ripped out of my body.

Why does it seem like I always feel pain every time I take the car back to Hogwarts?

I had a vague idea.

I initially thought it was motion sickness, but now it seems there might be other possibilities.

so painful...

Why... even though it hurts so much, a strange sense of familiarity arises, as if I've experienced this many times before.

I……

Fragmented images flashed through my mind.

I suddenly stood up, then my thoughts snapped, everything around me blurred, and it was as if I had instantly detached from this body, experiencing a brief, one-second God's-eye view, calmly witnessing my body fall.

...What's going on? Why do I have this feeling that this is how it should be?

【Claire!】

A strange voice, yet with a familiar tone, called out, pulling me back from that bizarre perspective.

I opened my eyes, overwhelmed by a wave of exhaustion and weakness, while the pain slowly subsided.

All I could hear were gasps from the people around me. Hermione was struggling to support me, her fingers almost crumpling my clothes. Harry had left to find someone to help, and Ron was almost crying with fright. He was flustered and didn't know how to help me.

"..."

I struggled to process the fragmented images that flooded back into my mind, but even from what I remembered, they revealed something extraordinary.

"I'm fine." I regained my composure and said, "I just had a motion sickness attack, plus I might have caught a cold."

I straightened up, pressed my temples, and my vision cleared.

"Claire, lie down for a bit..." Hermione and Ron told me to lie down in my seat for a while. I slowly curled up to suppress the receding pain and sort out the fragmented memories.

If the situation hadn't prevented it, I would have definitely dragged Xiaoming out on the spot and asked him what was going on. I remembered two people, no, to be precise, two beings—Ravenclaw, who seemed a bit cold on the surface but was actually very enthusiastic and eager to learn, and a female voice that remained calm, rational, and almost indifferent.

I:"……"

I couldn't help but reach out and pinch the space between my eyebrows.

broken.

Amidst all the worst possibilities, a melodramatic and complicated plot unfolded.

—I may have had amnesia.

They may have even experienced time travel more than once.

What a classic fan fiction tactic! Secretly assigning identities, huh?

I simply couldn't resist the urge to complain.

Moreover, judging from those fragmented memories, if I really did have an unusual period of time, I probably wouldn't be a normal person.

Because the perspective in that memory is not something an ordinary person could have; the line of sight is different at different heights, from eye level to looking down. Could it be that I can fly?

I had a premonition that these memories truly belonged to me.

But I've always been certain that I'm just an ordinary person.

Okay, okay, so the Hogwarts school log has been completely rewritten to reveal the mystery of past lives, huh?

While I was resting with my eyes closed, Harry arrived with a Hufflepuff prefect. The prefect first gave me a remedy to make sure I was feeling better before giving me another potion.

The taste was, of course, not very good. I drank it politely on the surface, but inside I was crying.

"It would be best to take her to the medical wing for another check-up after we get off the bus," the prefect instructed, and Hermione nodded.

Um, I also collapsed in the car last time, but the person who took care of me and took me to the medical wing was Willotte... Oh right, where did Willotte go?

I didn't think that much about it. Ron and Harry were already overwhelmed with guilt, and they probably felt that my sudden collapse was partly due to their anger. Hermione wasn't giving them a friendly look either, and she had a sullen face, as if she was sulking.

The three of them squeezed together across from me, like angry birds, each with a different expression, but all looking unhappy, while I lay on my side in the seat opposite them.

Harry: (。??︿??)

Ron: (╥╯^╰╥)

Hermione: (??へ?? ╬)

Me: _(:3」∠)_

"..."

I closed my eyes and hibernated, trying to sort out what was useful from those memories.

Many things that we hadn't noticed before have resurfaced.

It's strange, why did I never notice it? When I first transmigrated, my English was clearly not good, but my daily communication was much more fluent than I had imagined. Logically speaking, my English level before transmigrating was not high enough to be able to communicate fluently, but my friends, including Willotte, never doubted my hastily learned English. In their eyes, I might have a slight accent, but my level was consistent with that of a foreigner who had always lived in the UK.

But my handwriting hasn't improved; it's still the same as before I transmigrated—slow as the Hengshui style and fast as scribbles. Does this mean that during that period I don't remember, I was used to and mastered communicating in English, but didn't use handwriting much?

I am very familiar with Hogwarts, but I shouldn't be... I shouldn't be that familiar. Books and movies alone are not enough to make me ignore the complexity and gloom of Hogwarts Castle. But I have never been afraid, nor have I felt any pressure from the castle. I am not afraid of ghosts, nor have I been persecuted by Peeves. I have avoided the traps and frights that I might encounter and have naturally accepted the castle itself.

Aside from academic pressure, I lived a very happy and comfortable life at Hogwarts.

The surprise I felt upon arriving at Hogwarts was genuine. I had lived at Hogwarts, but not as a student.

I'm just guessing.

Let's just use the formula of fan fiction. I was some kind of white moonlight in the past who died, and then my friend resurrected me and put me into this body, helped me prepare everything and watched me grow slowly from the shadows.

Or perhaps there's a conspiracy. In reality, I was forcibly corrected by the world's plot. Whenever I try to change the plot, I'm punished by the world's consciousness. But I died to protect the best Hogwarts and ended up starting over.

What kind of nonsense is this... I laughed at my own thoughts.

I smiled to myself for a while, and then the feeling subsided.

Only blank space remains.

I was unusually quiet and didn't think about anything.

I heard the soft rustling of feathers. Hazel called out after I fell, and then stayed by my side, watching over me.

If everything I have was prepared by someone else, if I have a lost memory... is Hazel part of that too?

I think.

A conversation inexplicably flashed through my mind.

"Does Claire like very big owls?"

"Yes, yes, don't you think owls are really cute and cool? The perfect combination of the two... especially the eagle owl, just looking at the pictures has already captured my heart."

"..."

"If I had the chance, like you said before, if I could go to Hogwarts, I guess I would want to have an owl like this."

"Claire..."

"Okay, don't be sad. I'm satisfied with everything now. This is the best ending. No one will get hurt, including me."

"Ah."

"A happy ending, everything is alright—what I lost was only a very small and insignificant part. If I could exchange that for a happy ending for everyone, I would be willing to do it anytime, especially since you are also a part of that happiness."

Who am I talking to again?

I remained silent.