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prologue

Laying in her bed, surrounded by her husband, friends and surrogate family, Horatia Potter wheezed out a breath.

Taking her husband's and Hermione's hand in hers she smiled beautifully "It's my time to go. Thank you for the beautiful memories we made. I love you." she stated, her voice despite the roughness, sounded so musical.

Her husband, Blaise Zabini, slowly moved to lay down on the bed, careful not to move her, caressing her cheek, and kissing her mouth for probably the last time.

Horatia thinks about her husband, how they went from a friend of the enemy to lovers then to spouses.

She remembers the war, the rebuilding of Hogwarts, their joined hands walking away from the aisle as they got married. She remembers the love making, her pregnancy with her first, then second child, their births.

She remembers the day they got the news that she is dying of lung cancer. That heart breaking news that they hid from their children, even though they were two and four year olds.

She couldn't break their hearts. But now, they know. It happened when the oldest, her daughter found her passed out on the bathroom floor and bleeding. Blaise and she sat them down, and explained that their mom is moving to Heaven, a lie if she ever heard one.

Horatia knows she is not moving to Heaven, she is dying, and she will be living in limbo, with Death.

As the Mistress of Death, she will be stuck in limbo, overseeing the dead that pass, sending them to the respected fields, judging them.

The stories of the Master of Death and immortality are just that. Stories.

Horatia kissed back her husband, smiled "Tell them I love them. Take care of them. I love you, Blaise." and let out a last breath, eyes closing and musceles relaxing.

On August 27th, year 2005, at 7:39pm, Horatia Potter closed her eyes and her heart stopped beating.

Her husband yelled out her name, shaking her unmoving body, and jumped out from the bed. He threw the door open, crying out her name, and looking to see their children outside the room, shaking their heads with disbelief, all red eyed from crying.

Laying in the bed, the pain was clear on her face. She screamed every five seconds, hoping the babe would come out easily. Though, that wasn't the case. Rhaella Targaryen breathed in deeply, and exhaled, yet, still, the contractions continued to wear her down.

Then, it came. A gush of water came out of her body, causing the Queen to shriek.

"It's time," the maester said. "My Queen, I'm going to need you to push."

And she listened... She pushed and pushed long and hard, screaming out profanities. An hour past before they made progress. The head finally showed.

"My Queen, push harder." yelled the maester. Rhaella pushed again, and again, untill the shrieking could be heard.

"My Queen, it is a girl." announced the maester, handing the babe over to the Silent Sister.

The sister took the babe, carefully, minding the head and took the wet cloth, carefully cleaning the babe.

"Yes, do tell my brother." she answered, tiredly.

When the babe was cleaned, she was put down in Rhaella's arms. Smiling down tiredly at the babe, she sighed, happily, thinking of Rhaegar, her older child, only three name days old and now, he will have a sister wife.

After a number of dead babes, she finally did it. She birthed a healthy babe, a beautiful babe all silver haired and blue eyed that will settle on purple.

Horatia looked around the room, not really understanding why she was reincarnated.

She thought that she will be in limbo, and not being born again. She looked around her, her eyesight still not very good, barely seeing anything, she listened.

When the king came in, Rhaella smiled at him "My husband, brother, it is a girl."

Aerys Targaryen kissed his sister wife on the head, not caring that it is sweaty, and looked at the babe, carefully extracting the girl from Rhaella's arms.

"What shall we name her?" the Queen asked.

"Visenya II Targaryen, our Princess. " answered Aerys, kissing the babe on the forehead.