Being reborn as Harry Potters twin sister was not on Melisandre's bucket list. Then again dying wasn't either.
After meeting Death or rather Mortem, Melisandre is shocked to see Harry Potter, who died peacefully at age 197 and is dumbfounded to hea...
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'ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴇʀᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ.'
In a Plaine of darkness a figure stood impatiently, awaiting the arrival of two of his favourite souls.
Mortem had grown restless and tiresome, listening to mother magic have a fit over the fate of her creations and how they'd destroyed the magical world in a spur of their own delusions. Mortem, in a fit of boredom and annoyance, decided to change the fate of the magical community. Not for their sake. but his.
So he collected the soul of his master, Hadrian James Potter. And he collected one more; A girl. One of his favourites, not that she was aware. She amused him and for that she would get another chance at life, in a world she'd dreamed about since she was a child. Of course he wouldn't send her unprepared and he would never leave her unprotected. She was his Afterall.
HIS to care for,
HIS to protect,
HIS to watch over.
He would give her the world if he could. Unfortunately, He'd have to settle for giving her riches and power for the moment. A fickle thing really. with the power he would give her she'd have the wizarding world in the palm of her hand, it would be hers to guide, to rule if she so desired; if he'd have anything to do with it. She was after all, his daughter.
Not that she was aware. An unfortunate side effect of rebirth. Memories of the past cannot follow into new bodies.
Mortem's thoughts were side-tracked as the object of his affection arrived in Melisandre fashion. In other words, Melisandre appeared in the bleak oasis with a rather loud thud, and falling rather harshly upon the non-existent ground which seemed to defy all laws as it clearly existed, evident in the growing pain that ran through her body. Which should not be possible, seeing as she was in fact, dead.
Mortem sighed, rubbing his brow. Despite the girls memories being taken away at each new life she always entered his domain the same way.
Melisandre grunted in pain, lifting her face she was welcomed with the sight of never ending darkness, a sight that calmed her. She'd always been comforted by the darkness, its welcoming aura blanketed her in every life, protecting her.
