This is my first shot at a Harry Potter fanfiction. As much as a love Bellatrix, she is supposed to be married and she can't live forever, so another has to try and fight her way into Voldemort's heart. This story does not reflect my personal beliefs, nor is it meant to offend anyone of theirs. I only state this since I am dealing with death and thus, religion in a sense. I try to say they are all correct, essentially. Please…Enjoy!

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This is the story of me….and, well, some others who are obviously not me. Like this next girl. She is NOT me. No, I am much more complicated than her, but a story has to start somewhere, right? So let's just follow her pitiful life for a bit.

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Margret sat down at the table, placing her wand to her right. She had just come home from visiting her muggle parents, and even after all of these years they still didn't understand her magic. She looked around at her refugee family. They were all wanted, from squibs to pureblood traitors. She smiled at one of the woman who poured her tea before sipping it happily.

Then…then everything broke into chaos. People screamed as the feared men and woman in masks threw there wretched spells and people dropped. Margret tried to get out of the way until all she saw was green and then she was met with silence.

Margret slowly got up from the floor. Where everything was once chaos, was now in perfect order. She looked around nervous, "Hello?" She hollered out in the emptiness. She walked around the immediate area of the house and didn't spot one thing she saw before she passed out. No dead bodies, no destruction, no blood, no anything. She sat down at the table she had sat down before everything.

"What happened last? Ok, everything was peaceful, then chaos, a flash of green, and then…..am I dead?" She asked into the air. A female figure in a black robe, a scythe, and black feathered wings materialized before her.

"You are dead. Yes. Took you long enough." A musical and haunting voice stated. Margret looked up at her in fear from her seat.

"I can't be dead! I felt no pain, nothing." Margret said in a firm voice. A haunting laugh that was both a thousand bells and a thousand screams came from the woman before her.

"Yeah, you're still dead. That spell kills you faster than you can feel pain." The woman stated amused.

"This is your fault! If you weren't here then I could return! Go! Leave!" Margret said in a venomous tone. The hooded figure before her just shook her head no.

"If I do that then you are left in limbo. Believe me, it sucks." The woman said with a sigh. Margret looked frustrated.

"Well, can't you take someone else's soul and put me back in my body? Hell! If you can't do that put me in theirs! No one has to no!" Margret said trying to bargain her way back to life. The woman just shook her head no.

"Sorry, doesn't work that way. Your time came, your soul is expected." She said explaining.

"Why me? I did everything to be kind and caring. Why not a Death Eater? They deserve death. Why me?" Margret said, repeating the last question again and again.

"You think they deserve death, they think you deserve it. People need to die, it truly doesn't matter why." The woman said like it was said a thousand or more times before. Well, it actually had been, but Margret didn't know that.

"Fine, what now? Who are you anyway?" Margret asked. The woman gave her disturbing laugh again.

"I have many names; I am also one of many. You can call me a Grim Reaper, Death, or you can just call me Azrael. Now come on Margret, the afterlife awaits you." Azrael said and she banged her scythe on the ground. A large portal that was an electric blue opened up and Margret gave a nervous smile and stepped through before the portal closed behind her. Azrael looked around before fading into smoke.

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Well, now you know who I am. I am death. I am the Grim Reaper, the Ferryman of the River of Styx, the angel of death, Hades, Osiris, but I personally like Azrael. I am one of many who hold those titles across the globe, and chose one of the names I liked the most. I used to be a living being, but that was long ago. The wizarding war was racking up the death toll and I was assigned to do that alone. I never realized what my next assignment was going to be. Voldemort needed someone to take care of just who he personally kills. Well, at least I will have a steady job.