Lady Mortem || Harry Potter Fanfiction

Scilla Lily Potter

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Third PoV

The first time she remembered her past life in this life, was on the fateful night on halloween.

She could faintly hear a desperate voice of her mother. Begging her attacker not to kill her child.

She could clearly remember the green light from the Killing Curse and her mother body falling to the cold floor.

Scilla Lily Potter, yes that's her name this time. And she know exactly who she became.

Only one thought in her mind before the green light hit her.

'Fuck you, Mort, Sort.'

And everything became black.

~~~~~S~~~~~

When she woke up, she could see two adults looking at her with contempt.

'The Dursleys was it? There's no way I'm dealing with them when I could barely move.'

And with that she left her current body to the Land of Dead. The body she was in immediately went auto pilot the moment she left. Leaving the Dursleys with a normal baby.

~~~~~S~~~~~

A silver haired girl can be seen walking through the long hallways looking pissed.

"What the hell Mort! Of all body I could be reborn into, why the fuck did you choose Potter?!"

She slam the door shut and glare at the skeleton being who sat behind a desk, working on papers.

"Why? Isn't it nice?"

She looked at him incredulously. She was considering whether to break that bone of his or not.

"Tell me, Mort. Which part of it is nice? I have an insane megalomaniac dark lord on my back trying to kill me every chance he have."

Mort finally look up from his paperwork. He stared at his heir for a while.

"You need to have excitement or fun once in a while, little one. You stopped having fun five lifetimes ago. Nothing interest you anymore." He sighed, turning into his human form.

Mort really did feel bad for her. Many people wished for eternal life. A life where even a killing curse won't kill you.

But for Scilla who have lived for 15 lifetimes, for thousand of years, she know how tiring it is. In some of her life, she didn't die from natural cause, she committed suicide. Being in the Land of Dead is when she can finally feel peace.

Mort really know how tired she is. Sometimes he wondered would it be better if he didn't choose her as his heir back then. Being together for thousand years, it's a given he became fond of her. He see her as a daughter.

"Mort. We went through this already. At least I can still die for a while and rest here. So stop that. I can literally see your thoughts on your face." She huffed.

She's tired, yes. But she rather suffer from that than seing her father figure guilty expression.

She stood up and went to kiss Mort's cheek before walking to the door.

"I'm staying here until my current body's 4 years old. There's no way I'm spending my time with those lunatics."

She left the room leaving Mort with his thoughts.

~~~~~P~~~~~

Being thrown in Azkaban was the last thing on Sirius Black's mind right now.

James and Lily were dead. That bastard wormtail betrayed them and managed to escape.

He can't do anything now that he's in a cell.

What about his bestfriend Remus, did he think he's guilty? 

Or about his goddaughter. Oh god, his pup, Scilla. Is she okay? What if the relatives hurt her. What if she suffer there.

It's only been three months, and yet he could feel he's losing his mind already with all those bloody dementors feeding on him.

He rubbed his face hard. Everything is messed up. He lost someone he sees as a brother and a sister. He didn't know about his bestfriend.

"Pup..." He sighed sadly, longing for his goddaughter.

A sudden shot of pain on his head jolted him from his reminiscent.

There's a chain necklace with a triangle ruby pendant. A piece of paper came with it. There's only 2 words written on it.

Wear it.

Sirius looked at the pendant. He didn't know why but the more he stare at the pendant, he could feel his head cleared up. He couldn't feel any headaches given by the dementors anymore.

He wore the necklace and he could feel warmth surrounding his body. A hard thing to find in a place like Azkaban.

He hides it behind his shirt. And never took it off since then.

He realized the true purpose of the necklace a month after, when he realized no dementors ever come to feed on him anymore.

He wondered who gave him this life-saving object. For now, he can only thank whoever his saviour are.

On the Land of Dead, Scilla was seated while looking at a sphere orb that shows a haggard man in one of Azkaban cell.

"Now I have a wolf to find." She muttered.

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