"What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"
- Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 29
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a go...
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"You have a Mistress?" Merlin asked smiling brightly. "I congratulate you my old friend."
Death nodded simply as they each took a seat, Imogen still reeling from the information. "What?" Imogen questioned, at a loss of words. She couldn't comprehend what was going on anymore. What was Death doing bringing her back in time, would that not mess everything up in the future or would things play as normal, could she change the course of everything in the future, or she just didn't understand anymore.
"Calm your thoughts Imogen, I have a plan." Death whispered to the girl.
Merlin smiled at the stressed girl, the young, well youngish Warlock had seen everything that has happened to the young Potter heir, just exactly what she had been through. "Imogen," Merlin called softly too, the young witch looked over at Merlin, as he held a handout for her to hold. Taking his hand he pulled the young witch over to his potions table, already knowing they would be visiting him. "Imogen, in this glass is a potion that only myself and Morgana know how to make, it is a cleansing potion one to rid you of any magical binds, blocks, and potions," he explained as he held the glass up to her. "Imogen I wish for you to drink this, because someone had placed many binds, blocks and potions on you, that it is killing you, slowly." Merlin said to her.
Imogen's eyes widened in shock, as she stared at the warlock in front of her. "Will it hurt?" She asked.
Merlin smiled. "No." He said as he caressed her hair, moving it out of her face. The young witch sipped the smoky looking drink, and it was like she was drinking air, as the cold slipped down her throat. She felt weaker now, she was swaying side to side, as Merlin took the glass from her hand, and caught the young girl as she fell into his arms.
"How deceitful of you Merlin, not telling her just what would happen." Death mocked, as the pair looked down at Imogen, a soft golden glow surrounding her.
Merlin shrugged as he held Imogen bridal style, a glowing parchment appearing in front of them, words etching into the stained parchment. When it finished Death plucked it from the air reading it aloud so that Merlin could know just who Imogen was.
Name: Imogen Lillian Potter
Age: 17
Parents: Lily Jane Potter nee Evans (Mother). James Fleamont Potter (Father)
Blood adoption/s: Sirius Orion Black.
Godparents: Sirius Orion Black. Alice Mary Longbottom
