Published: 25/12/2018
Author's Note: Hey Everyone, Anna's here after weeks of silence on Fanfiction.
It's been a tough time for personal reasons, and also because I lost my cat of over 15 years in November. She was only a couple of years old when I found her, and she's been with my family ever since. I miss my grouchy and affectionate cat, and I will always love her.
This idea came to me one day while I was writing Love of Flowers. Although I kept it on the backburner to focus on my current stories at work, I kept adding things to the storyline of my newest idea.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Readers and Authors alike, I'd like to introduce to you the newest BNHA x HP fic…Sweet Child of Mine.
"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can't do."
—Walter Bagehot
Chapter One
Anne Wisteria Potter was tired.
Surprisingly with her years living at the Dursleys, her adventures in Hogwarts, and defeating Voldemort, all it took to kill her was a single spell.
The Battle of Hogwarts was worse than anyone had realized. The castle was barely recognizable with all of the damage it had sustained, reducing the once beautiful building to ruin. The bodies of students and teachers alike laid astride over the rubble; familiar faces that Anna recognized, all dead because of a madman and his followers.
Ron and Hermione had died fighting, as did many of the Weasleys, leaving Ginny, Bill, Charlie, and George as the only ones left. Luna and Neville had died saving several first years from a pack of werewolves that joined Voldemort. The professors and older years had sacrificed their lives protecting the students and defending the castle. There was so much damaged caused by various battles around the castle grounds. Already she could see some searching for survivors and incapacitating any straggling Death Eaters that were alive.
During the fighting Anne was heavily wounded when she battled Voldemort, and with her back turned to assess the damage, someone took the chance they had.
"DIE POTTER!" was all Anne heard before a curse hit her back. Instantly pain shot up her spine as she felt blood start running quickly out of the wounds.
"What do you think of my spell Potter?" the Death Eater asked, "It causes unimaginable pain to it's victim as they bleed out. Fascinating eh?" he mocked.
Anne struggled to get up as the pain got worse. The Death Eater kept up his mocking, claiming that the curse was irreversible and how he used it on her friends.
"Just because your spell worked, doesn't mean I will take you down with me," she snarled as she shakenly rose into a fighting stance.
Anne could feel herself weakening as she started attacking the Death Eater. Spell after spell was cast until he summoned a dagger from one of the corpses and stabbed her.
They both tumbled to the ground as he looked down at her with glee. The dagger causing more blood to ooze from her wounds.
"How does it feel to die Potter? But this time, no one to save you," he crowed.
But he was surprised to see Anne look at him with a mix of defiance and…smugness, before he felt pain in his chest. Looking down revealed she had also stabbed him with…a fang?
"Hermione thought it was a good idea to give me one of the remaining basilisk fangs before Voldemort attacked. So then, die in agony Lestrange," she revealed as Rabastian Lestrange, brother-in-law of Bellatrix, took his last breath, damning her.
Anne suddenly collapsed, the short fight they had caused her wounds to bleed more, combined with the stab; she didn't have much longer.
"Anne Potter, my Master," a voice answered, surprising the dying witch.
"Who?" she asked as a dark form materialized before her.
It was a tall figure, completely covered in a dark hooded cloak. They were draped in a silvery shawl, similar in colour and appearance to her Invisibility Cloak, that was jaggedly cut on one side. But what gave Anne an idea of the figure's identity was a great scythe held in the crook of the figure's arm.
"Death," she addressed the hooded figure as it lifted up their hood slightly, revealing an aged skull.
"It's been a long time, Anne Potter," Death spoke as it watched Anna.
"So, it's my time?" she asked, already knowing the entity's answer.
"Soon, but not yet, my master. I have stopped time only for this moment to speak to you," Death said.
"I am not your master," Anne retorted.
"But you are my master, Anne Potter. One who wields all three of my Hallows becomes Master of Death, regardless of the length of time they possess all three," they said, "Your acceptance of your death by Riddle's hand and again at this moment in time confirms it."
"Even so, why come for my soul personally?" she questioned, recalling tales of the reapers, Death's assistants in soul-collecting.
"Because of you being my master," Death replied, "But also because of an offer."
"An offer," Anne said in disbelief, "What offer would you grant me?", 'Was this why he delayed her leaving?' she thought.
"Yes, my master," Death answered, "I have an offer that you should consider."
Anne thought for a moment. Something told the dying witch that she should accept this offer, but she needed to know more.
"Tell me what your offer is," she demanded.
If Death had a face, it would be grinning; how typical of his master, even with facing death.
"My offer, my master, is a new life; your rebirth," they revealed, shocking the witch.
'Rebirth?' she thought in confusion.
"You will have a new home and a new name. A new start completely different from this life," Death told her.
"And the price?" Anne asked hesitatingly.
"No price, my master. With the adventures you unwillingly went through, I believe you have dealt with enough to deserve this opportunity," they said, with Death's voice it was hard for Anna to determine gender pronouns for the entity known as Death.
"Then I accept," she stated, sealing her fate.
As time started again, Anne released a sigh of relief as a rainbow-coloured ball of mist rose up from her. As the last of her soul left her body, the Savior of Magical Britain closed her eyes for the last time. Quickly the entity of Death grabbed her soul before it could escape and flew back to their realm.
The entity was met by silence as they made their way to the All Souls room, filled with mystery and intrigue to any visitor that wasn't Death.
Peering down at the soul in their hands, they chuckled.
"Well my master, I believe I know where to send you," they told the soul, "It will be an interesting life in this new world, but you will have the family you always wanted."
"Although," Death stated, "With how my counterpart is in that world, I fear for your innocence and sanity."
Releasing the soul, Death watched it float around before vanishing to the next life. Knowing that their master would have an interesting life in this new world.
Somewhere in another dimension, where the unusual happened on a daily basis and everyone was born with special powers; a baby started crying.
Author's Note: That's the end of Chapter One! I can't wait for everyone to find out what happens next, so stay tuned.