His Daughter (Discontinued)

(4) Death's Master Reborn

TW: sui*ide

"Cahoime, "

She put the book she was reading down and walked into view of the doorway, her hand gripping the edge of the bookshelf as she looked forward.

"Yes, Father?"

Everything about her was put in place to a "T" from her outward looks to her posture. Just as it always was, and always had to be.

"Come,"
If the vision she had of Death was accurate and not some half-dead fever dream she had while healing from the bite then if she were to finally be killed one way or another she would take on the position of Grey lord as death had been without a human master to fill the gap for far too long.

She knew better than to ask as they walked down the street arms linked. It was an uncomfortable feeling that rested inside of her, Death wanted her, she had a perfect line of connections, and every reason to kill both lords.

The sun was down, she glanced up at the almost full moon, perhaps that was the unease that settled within her.

"A group of six, all boys."
She mumbled as they approached an enclosed alleyway.

"Sounds right." No emotions cane from his voice anymore, there were only a few he had shown that she had shown, but none were pleasant for her no matter what it was that he was showing. She was convinced that he had just been mimicking all but the rage.

The boys were most likely recruits, she was not going to be in charge of training. She didn't want anything to do with this.

"Go, I'll call if I need anything." She nodded as he walked into the darkness, she in the other direction.
She felt Sirius a few shops down, this was the second time she had played this timeline, she hadn't had this encounter yet but she needed a restart.

"You aren't good at hiding." She whispered making both the boys jump, the invisibility cloak slipping off of them, "how did you-"

She shrugged, "not that hard, I can smell you from all the way down there, what are you doing?"

They shifted from foot to foot before Sirius spoke up, "I heard Peter sneak up earlier, I wanted to see it with my own eyes, he is joining them?"

He sounded on the verge of being a kicked puppy.

"It was going to happen one way or another, he specializes in a specific type of fear-mongering that works on purebloods and others alike, working with the idea that muggle-born witches are stealing magic instead of it coming from a discarded squib. Anyway, I have a job to do," she started to walk away before stopping, "and Sirius, keep an eye on your brother. He's looking into things he shouldn't."

She disappeared with a wink landing in the forest again.

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If death wanted a new master she was going to give it to him. She sat on the ground uncapping the bottle and filling the syringe up as full as she could.
She took no time in placing the needle in a vein squeezing it all in.
The black moved up her arm quickly taking over everything in small spider webs, she took the knife in her other hand and sliced across her jugular falling back.
If he found in time her he wouldn't be able to save her from both the potion and a large gash in her neck.

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The next time she awoke was in darkness with a veg memory of her conversation with the three, Life, Death, and Fate. She knew she got her body the way that she left it, but with a healed neck, scars, where the potion had traveled through her arm were the worst, and one jagged across her neck that she could feel when she breathed.

She reached her arm around grabbing the necklace that lay around her, she still had it. At least she had that on her side, one less problem, one less thing to do.

She tried to move more only to feel the uncomfortable scratchy sheets of Wools Orphanage.

That explained the angry footsteps coming down the hall.
She went to close her eyes only for them to snap back open as she threw her blanket off of her and used a little magic to get dressed and make her bed.
That was a male voice with the Madame,
"Shit- shit-" she slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed her book and sat down again, she couldn't find the ring, of course, death wouldn't make this easy for her.

A nock sounded out and she set the book down opening the door trying not to look frantic.

"Miss Peverell, you have a visitor. This is Tom Gaunt."

She took his hand, her seventeen-year-old body was bonny, something she wasn't used to seeing.
"Nice to meet you, Sir." She bowed her head slightly, not enough for her to notice, but enough for Tom to realize she was trained in proper pureblood culture.

"He owns a private school, I know you weren't too keen on the last one but at least - " she was cut off by a crash downstairs.

"Hear him out, I know, go deal with them, I'll be fine."

The woman hurried off with a nod. Cahomie waited for her to be out of earshot before rolling her eyes.

"You don't have to give me the whole magical speech, one from a dramatic old man was enough. Don't you dare try and set any dressers on fire."

She sat down and moved the book out of her way motioning to the bed across from her.

"I assume that we've done this before? I would rather not have to explain things that you already know."

He seemed to feel awkward. They were mirroring a moment that he had with the headmaster years ago.

"Yes and no, my first life I went on a path much as you did. I accepted Dumbledores deal but stumbled upon death quickly. The last life I turned him down and snuck out, we crossed paths, you blood adopted me, I get forced into an arranged marriage with the black Heir, got bit by Greyback and ended up injecting myself with the drought of death and slitting my throat instead of dealing with a cursed timeline. That's just a short version, but why taint a perfectly moldable timeline."

She could see the smirk pulling at his lips. He could see the scars left on her from her last life, providing the evidence she needed to show him she was right.

"While you're here, I do need a magical adult to say... Access the properties my family owns to do my inheritance ritual. If you are interested of course."

"There are strings attached I assume?"

"There always is with any lord's business. Nothing too big I will tell you that much. I just am required to steer you away from your imminent doom with everyone else in the magical world, part of the job ya know."