o'death [Mikaelson's x Fem!Harry Potter]

death's mistress

So like, I have never actually read the Harry Potter books, only just seen the movies.

We gonna ball out and wing this shit.

Is it gonna be accurate? No.

Is Wikipedia my new best friend? Maybe.

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War. The war was finally over. Voldemort was vanquished. The only things left of the Dark Lord were a small pile of ashes scattering in the wind and a very tired Violetta Potter. She was more than tired, she was fed up. Fed up with the fighting, crying, and most of all, fed up with all of the perilous death that the war itself had caused.

Tears streamed down herfilthyd face as flashes of her friends and family dying before her changed into that of her enemies falling before her. A sick and twisted feeling filled her for the first time as the image of Bellatrix's flesh melting from her bones filled her mind. At the time, she was disgusted with herself. Killing seemed wrong, even if it was her enemy that she had to kill but it was different now.

Now, killing didn't seem that wrong. She enjoyed killing her enemies and relished in their cries of defeat before their death finally claimed them. Something had finally snapped. Something was wrong with Violetta and she knew it.

Instead of rejoicing with everyone back at the now ruined castle of Hogwarts, she warped away to the only place that really comforted her throughout her few years on this earth, the Black's residence. Protections and wards were placed around her as the old flat that Sirius had stayed at and she all but disappeared from the public eye without a trace.

Nightmares of losing the ones plagued her. Sleep eventually evaded her and Violet ended up becoming a shell of what she once was. The happiness and joy she felt from her friends left her in her self-isolation. She stayed this way for almost two weeks, barely staying in the land of the living due to the house elf forcing the occasional drink and food down her throat.

Shortly after the dust had settled, Luna showed up at the old Black residence. There she found Violetta curled around a makeshift stuffed version of Padfoot on the floor of Sirius's old room.

The normally bright-looking witch looked dull. Her black hair was dull and matted. It hung in clumps around her neck. Her skin looked thin and stretched over her bones. Her veins were visible and pulsed under the low light that a nearby candle produced. Her eyes were dull and lifeless as she stared into the abyss that was the hallway behind Luna. Dark circles framed her eyes, aging her considerably. She was Death personified at that moment.

"Oh, Vi." Luna dropped down to her knees before the skeleton that was Violetta. "I'm sorry, I should've come sooner."

Luna's pale hands cradled Violetta's head as she tilted it back and poured the healing potion that she just knew she had to bring. It didn't fix everything that was wrong with Violetta but it did bring some color back to her checks and a small amount of life back into her eyes.

"There you are." Luna held her head gently as she brought her wand forward, fixing the Potter's untamable hair. "There's something you need to do today."

A low whine left the mass of bones held in Luna's left.

"Sh." Luna placed a hand on Violet's cheek. "I know. I know you're done with war talk. This has nothing to do with the war, or the press that comes with it."

Luna spent the next few hours, helping Violetta collect herself and ready herself for her last possible semi-public appearance. Luna was dressed in her usual mix match of colors and random assortments of accessories. Violet was dressed in all black, loose clothing, making her look like a drowned bag of bones.