Hope Potter wasn't a normal girl by any means. For one she had long beautiful black hair that made other girls her age jealous. Next she had a jagged lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead. Then there was the fact that when she wasn't at her summer prison-as she and her boyfriend referred to it as- she was one of the brightest witches of her generation if not the brightest. The list went on and on from things as simple as her godfather being an escaped convict to the fact a madman wanted to kill her. That's how her life had been and now it was well over. She had lost her godfather a few years back thanks to some 'crazy bitch' known as Bellatrix Lestrange. Then to make matters worse her boyfriend had been killed the year before along with the man she considered her grandfather all because of the crazy bastard that wanted her dead. She had lost all her will to live when her boyfriend had died but had kept going forward knowing that he wouldn't want her to dwell on his death. She was tempted to take her own life multiple times while destroying those annoying dark artifacts known as Horocruxes before she realized she was the final one.

Then the bastard had the nerve to tell them he'd spare everyone else if she gave herself up and so she had against the wishes of her large kind hearted giant. Yes, her giant after all he was her first friend. She had been half tempted to split Voldemort in half before going to the after life because of what the bastard had done to Hagrid. However as she was debating how to cut him in half she had been hit by that annoying green light yet again. Now here she stood in a makeshift King's Cross with a scowl on her face. Where were her parents? What about Sirius and Remus? Surely, her boyfriend would've at least been waiting for her with open arms. She was supposed to be in a better place and the moment she found out who was responsible for why she wasn't she was gonna blast the bastard to kingdom come.

"Hope Potter..." A gravelly voice rasped out behind Hope causing her to turn and fire a blasting curse on reflex. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it the figure was merely shadows wrapped together forming a man's figure or at least she hoped it was a man's. While she wasn't the most endowed she was still a bit above average and couldn't ever imagine being that flat chested... "You must be death. Look can we get this thing over with? I'd really like to be reunited with my loved ones." Hope spoke sharply and to the point.

"Unfortunately that will not be happening." The figure rasped out causing Hope's eyes to widen. "That better be a fucking joke Reaper or I'm going to rip you a new one." Hope warned holding her wand with a death grip. "I watched everyone I've ever cared about die right before my eyes. I watched my Godfather die trying to save me, I watched as that little bastard Malfoy got a lucky shot in and killed my boyfriend. Then I was forced to watch as my own child's life faded from within me. So you better end this joke now before I start to get pissed."

During her rant she didn't notice but the scenery had begun to change into an exact replica of Dumbledore's office. "You are bold child. Not many would dare to speak to me like that but the reason you aren't going to be reunited with your family is because I'm going to give you a chance to get the life you deserved." Death explained watching as once again she raised an eyebrow.

"You want me to get a happy ending?" At Death's nod Hope continued. "And your going to send me back to get it?" Again Death nodded again. "Ok why the hell would I want to go back? I can easily see my family in the after life." Death groaned he had been told that she would be hard pressed to take his offer by her boyfriend but he didn't think it would be this difficult! For Pete's sake he was the Grim Reaper and this Mortal girl showed him more backbone than her gun wielding boyfriend. Death merely opened his 'arms' wide.

"I figured that not only would you want the chance to live the life you should have but to get revenge on those who have wronged you." Death said as Hope sighed. "Look, I'm done fighting Voldemort. I don't want any fucking revenge on the bastard though I'd like to see him get what's coming to him especially after all he did to me." Hope continued ranting as Death chuckled.

"Who said I was talking about Voldemort?"

Hope stopped midrant and narrowed her eyebrows. "What chu talkin about willis?" She asked to which Death inwardly smiled. Looks like he was finally making some progress. "I figured you might want to get revenge on the one who actually killed your boyfriend. Don't you think it was weird that Malfoy could get a lucky shot in on a man with so much combat experience?" This question actually left Hope speechless.

She had actually had some point wondered how the ferret had been able to put down her man. Even watching it with her own eyes it had been hard to believe. "That is because that is not what happened. Your memories were merely manipulated so that was what you believe you saw." Death explained reading her mind. "Ok, first off. Don't read my mind. Second, who the hell would manipulate my memories?" Hope asked as Death merely pointed to the other figure standing in the room. Hope stared in awe at Albus-to many middle names- Dumbledore standing there just as he had been the night he had been killed.

"Why?" She asked unable to comprehend why her surrogate Grandfather would do such a thing.

"Watch."

A simple command but a difficult one to say the least. With a wave of his hand the scene played before Hope's eyes. The door of the Headmaster's Office was slammed open with tremendous force. Standing there as the cause of said slammed door was a man in a black trench coat and a white comedy mask atop his head. His long blonde hair was nearly as long as her own and she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips. Before she knew it she was charging towards the man who was easily a good three years older than her with tears in her eyes. Unfortunately she passed right through him as she tried to embrace him...

She turned and stared bewildered as he stepped into the room slower than she could ever remember. He normally only moved slowly when he was trying to restrain himself. But why would he be trying to restrain himself around Dumbledore? Sure, he didn't seem to like the older wizard but he never seemed to have any hostile intent towards the older man. "James?" She asked as he stepped into the office.

"These are the events that truly transpired that night..."

Those words broke Hope from her thought now intent on watching her man even if she couldn't touch him. It had been so long since she had looked at one of the many pictures she had of him. She wanted to burn this image into her mind and as she began to do so she couldn't remember him ever looking this this. She couldn't even describe the look on his face properly. It looked like a mixture between determination, depression, anger, and acceptance. Such an odd combination even for him but it was the only thing that fit.

"I'm tired of playing this game Dumbledore." He spoke with his tone matching his facial expression. Dumbledore merely smiled and tilted his head to the side as if confused with that damned twinkle in his eye. "I'm afraid I'm at a lost Mr. Hearts. I do not know of which game you are referring to. " Dumbledore said stepping out from behind his desk.

"The one of where you try to play with Hope's fate and I subtly try to negate each and every little plan you've set. Then I try and pretend I like you so i don't end up involving any innocent person to this very personal conflict. I could handle you trying to kill Hope; that was easy to derail. All I had to do was put a bullet in any bastard's skull that tried to hurt her. Trying to make her sacrifice herself? Easy, make sure that at each and every moment she knows I love her and how much I'd suffer without her. Trying to kill the child within her so she can marry that bloody bastard Weasley? That one wasn't so easy to overcome. In the end I could only come up with a single way to do just that. Care to guess how all mighty leader of the light?"

Hope was stunned at the accusations her boyfriend had made but in a way it explained his behavior before. He had always been quick to reassure his love for her and he had always been more than willing to put a bullet in anyone's head. All she had to do was ask or get hurt either way and the job was done. She had thought he had merely done this because he loved her-and while this was most definitely true- she hadn't thought that he was trying to protect her freedom. At the mention of their baby her hand subconsciously went to her stomach where her baby would have been growing still if that bastard Snape hadn't taken it from her with a fucking potions malfunction. She had been to depressed to wonder how such an esteemed potions master could've made such a simple mistake that had killed her child.

"I'm going to take your head tonight Dumbledore. Then I'm going to kill your little greasy spy before I finally go after the head snake bastard himself. Then once I'm done, I'm going to ask Hope to marry me like I should have right after the Tri-Wizard Tournament but didn't because I didn't want to add yet another burden to her shoulders. Then we're gonna live happily ever after. Now do me a favor and die!" James declared pulling the mask over his face and drawing his pistol simultaneously. He fired four shots that Dumbledore avoided with ease. James seemed to have been expecting this as he drew his second pistol and began his fight to the death with the leader of the light.

Hope could only watch hopelessly as her boyfriend fought a loosing battle. It was then that she finally deciphered the look he had been wearing earlier. Determined to stop Dumbledore. Angry for what the bastard had planned. Depressed because he knew he would most likely die. A death he had accepted... She had an idea of what was coming and so ordered Death to stop it. The scene stopped with James laying on the floor with his cloak stained red from his blood and Dumbledore about to finish it.

"I take it that Dumbledore had a lot more manipulations then James just said, right?" Hope asked looking at Death. The Reaper merely nodded. "Your obviously going to send me back in time so does the James of that time know all of Dumbledore's attempts at controlling my life." Again Death nodded. "And I can save everyone who died while getting revenge on those who harmed them?" She asked and again Death nodded.

"Alright, it's a tough decision but I have to say you've convinced me. I'll go back in time and get my happily ever after." She said thinking of everyone she could save. Sirius and James wouldn't die and Voldemort would never touch her giant. A thought crossed her mind and she was quick to ask yet another question. "Will I be able to have children again?" She asked as if her heart would break if the Reaper told her no. A large sharp tooth smile spread across the Reaper's face. "I'll do you one better. Conceive a child within a month after you're sent back and I'll give you the child you should have had this time around."

At his response Hope almost hugged the eternal being. "Alright then chop chop Reaper. Time's a wastin. I got people to save, people with huge ego's to crush and a child to conceive!" She said with a clap of her hands. The Reaper merely chuckled before he waved his hand over her body and she disappeared...

Was tempted to end it here but I figured you're all curious as to where or rather when she ended up at... Consider it a gift since I haven't written in a while.

Hope groaned as she pressed a hand to her head. She had the mother of all headaches and she knew the Reaper was to blame for it. It was then that she realized she hadn't even bothered asking when she was going to be sent to! Ugh, even after a year without him she was still used to James asking those kinds of questions and explaining things to her whenever she asked. "I am so going to blast that bastard the next time I see him." She muttered to herself as she slowly opened her eyes. "No can do. I already called dibs on ending the bastard." A soft yet familiar voice answered her.

Screw the pain. Hope's eyes snapped open once the voice had spoken. There sitting next to her bed was James. He looked younger than the last time she had seen him but not by much. She studied his face before recognizing the scar he had earned across his face at the ministry wasn't there. She was probably somewhere in the middle of fifth year and that meant Death really had kept his word. "James." She said softly. "Glad to see your feeling better beautiful. You gave me quite a scare when I heard you collapsed on your way to class." He said cupping her cheek with his hand.

Tears welled in her eyes as she reached up and forced him down so she could give him a kiss for all the kissing time she had lost when he had died. When she had finally released him from the kiss they were both panting but Hope wasn't done quite yet. She still had to see if Death kept his other promise. She could deal with Voldemort later and James would finally be able to confront Dumbledore with Sirius at his side; the two of them could easily take on the aged wizard but first she cast a few 'notice me not' charms and another couple of overpowered 'silencing' charms. If he was anything like she remembered over powering them would be just enough to prevent her screams from ringing out through Hogwarts. After all he was a gentlemen and as such he always took care of her needs before his own... and take care of her he; did even if he was surprised at the spontaneous of the moment...

Chapter one: Endo! Wow this seems to be the best thing I've written in months and I mean it but I'm still looking for a beta-reader. PM me if your interested would ya cause no one seems to be answering my requests...Till next time Ja Ne.