To the past to Save the Future

Chapter 1

The Battle of Hogwarts was finally over. I could finally rest. I no longer have to listen to the sounds of war. I no longer have to fight for my life. To survive each year for these fickle people. I could now lay down my head, and rest in this new day. Though... When has my life ever been that simple. 

I was now the master of death. I knew not what that title meant. What responsibilities or power came from it. I had much to do in such a small expanse of time. I knew only one place I needed to go for my answers. I needed to go there soon before the others could stop my actions. 

I always knew of the manipulation happening around me. The payments to my relatives. Objects and money disappearing from my vaults. The trackers and locator charms on certain items I owned or were given to me. They wanted to keep me in the dark. I let them believe they did. I allowed them to think I was naive, so I would be allowed to do things secretively behind the scenes.  How do you think I was so powerful? I trained. I trained to the point it was as simple as breathing. To the point, my muscles remembered how to preform the given spell. 

I was broken out of my thoughts to the sounds of people approaching me from behind. Before they could reach me, I apparated to Diagon ally. I stalked towards the bank with the intention of finding answers and possible places to move outside the country. I also had to apologize for the destruction of property and the loss of a dragon.

To my disbelief, the guards standing outside bowed to me. I bow back in respect to them, before entering the building. It was fully repaired, cleaned, and more modernized. Continuing on, I head to the nearest teller, who did not seem as busy as the others. Waiting for them to finish, I hand them my key. The sounds of locks and wards activating set me on edge, but I did not sense hostility coming from them. 

"Follow me, my lady. The king has been wanting to thank you for riding this bank of the horcrux and allowing for use to update the building by destroying the interior for us. As you saw earlier, we had been wanting to modernize the building. We had just lacked the excuse for closing and to destroy." He gleefully remarked. I chuckled slightly before entering behind him.

"I have many things to thank you for, Lady Potter. Though I feel as if you are not here for such things. Speak, what is it you need?" he questioned. Taking the offered seat, I start from the very beginning. He was patient with me. Explaining everything while answering anything I needed to know. He never left anything out. 

"One last question. . . What does it mean to be the mistress of death?" All I got was a chill rasing down my back and a frigid hand on my left shoulder. All my worries were put to rest the moment of contact happened. I felt safe, yet despite the intense chill, I felt warmth emanating from the being next to me. 

"That, young one, can only be answered by me. Come. The others are waiting to meet you." He spoke. His hand was now held out for me to take. I knew deep within me the answer I should choose.