The Quadbrid in Middle Earth

The Prologue

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Ophelia Snow the Original Quadbrid sat in her vast library in her mansion located in the Scottish Highlands. 

She sighs in boredom as she goes through her mail from the Wizarding World, ever since she raised Harry Potter and help defeat the Dark Lord along with her Heirships being announced to the public many though mostly pureblood families have been sending her invitations to gatherings & tea parties, even some wizards wishing to court her and half of them were once students of hers when she taught at Hogwarts. 

Annoyed she threw the mail in her hand onto a large pile in box next to her before standing up walking over to her fireplace grabbing a glass of fire whisky, Drinking sips as she stares aimlessly into the flames. 

Until she was disturbed by a pop, turning her head she was greeted with her House Elf Daisy.

"Yes Daisy? What's the matter?" Ophelia asked her house elf kindly 

"Mistress there is a guest for you, a Lord Peverell, Will Daisy send him in?" Daisy asked Ophelia.

'Lord Peverell? Mmm I only know one person who would call themselves that' Ophelia thought smiling in amusement.

"Yes Daisy, please send Lord Peverell through" Ophelia smiled gesturing the House Elf away. 

Daisy nodded and disappeared with a pop, and only five minutes passed and the doors to the library opened. A tall handsome man dressed in a black suit walked in, smiling at Ophelia. 

"Hello Death or should I say Lord Peverell?" Ophelia joked sitting down in her chair glass in hand.

"Haha I knew you would figure it out right away daughter" Death smirked sitting down across from Ophelia in the chair opposite to her.

"Fire Whisky Father?" Ophelia offered waving hand for a glass to float up filled with fire whisky.

"Ah yes thank you Daughter" Death smiled as the glass floated into his hand.

"So what brings you here after say what 500 years?" Ophelia asked looking at Death with a curious expression.

"I merely felt your boredom from the Underworld and want to give you something to help with that" Death answered and with a click of his fingers a black book appeared in a burst of flames hovering in the air front of Ophelia.

Ophelia leaned forward reading the title which was written in Ancient Norse 'The Pathway to other Realities & Universes - By Lord Peverell the 1st' 

"You wrote this didn't you? when you met the three brothers of House Peverell" Ophelia stated grabbing the book placing it on her lap.

"Yes I did, I only made three copies spelled to not allow others to make more copies or notes, my other two copies were sadly destroyed by House Black when one of their Lords went mad about 800 years ago" Death explained leaning back in his chair waving a hand dismissively. 

"A Black going mad? My I have never heard of such a thing" Ophelia sarcastically said while opening the book flickering through the first couple of pages.

"Wow Father this book..... I could really travel to any different Universe I want?" Ophelia ask Death in shock.

"Yes anywhere or anytime, there is many different realities of our universe and many different universes, Example of this would be that movie the humans made called 'Star Wars'? I believe" Death shrugged sipping more of his fire whisky.