Iris Potter collapsed on the hard cracked stone underneath her feet, she had done it.

She'd defeated Lord Bloody Voldemort! The Snake faced bastard that had stolen her parents, and was partially responsible for forcing her to deal with her Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia was dead!

Too bad it cost her so many of her friends to do so.

Hermione and Luna were fine of course, Ron had lost his brother though, and he seemed to be looking at her oddly for some reason... she'd had odd feelings for him over the past couple of years, but after he abandoned them for a short time, they faded, and she started to gravitate towards her best friend, Hermione. Then as quickly as the feelings for Ron left, they came back after he had returned, it was odd, but hey, that's how life goes.

It didn't explain the leer he was sending her right now though, and it...repulsed her?

Maybe it was the adrenaline high.

Before she could dwell on those thoughts much longer, Iris felt arms around her as she looked up into relieved and sorrowful chocolate brown eyes belonging to her bushy haired friend. She'd always been there for her, and never let her down, her adorable bookworm would never let her down, and it seems she hadn't this time either.

Wait...

Her adorable bookworm?

Where did that thought come from?

Maybe it's the adrenaline speaking, but her lips just seem so tempting right now...

What the hell, it couldn't hurt.

Iris pulled Hermione towards her and kissed her on the lips, savoring the taste of her sweat mixed with tears and the remains of that Strawberry chap stick she always wore.

God, this is way better than that kiss with Ron

Unlike the sloppy, possessive, and otherwise unpleasant kiss Iris had shared with Ron Weasley before the battle, this one felt warm, welcoming, and dare she think it?

This is the best kiss I've ever had.

It beat the goodnight kiss she'd shared with Neville after the Yule Ball.

The chaste peck after that disaster of a date in her Fifth year with Terry Boot.

It blew the sloppy kiss she had with Ronald Billius Weasley out of the water.

Iris felt Hermione stiffen for but a second when their lips first touched, before she too returned the kiss, all thoughts of Ron were banished from her mind when their lips met, and if they weren't holding each other so closely, then the crowd would have seen a Chocolate Brown tendril reach out of Hermione's chest to intertwine with an emerald one that came out of Iris' as their magic intertwined with each other and bound them together for the rest of their lives.

Which if they saw the look on Ron and Molly Weasley's faces, wasn't likely to be long.

"Oi Hermione! Stop Kissing my girl!" Ron bellowed as he yanked Hermione rather roughly from Iris' grasp, eliciting a whimper from her mouth. Iris looked at Ron, confused at his actions, she had felt something for Ron, before the battle, but after that kiss from Hermione she felt it must have been a passing fancy of some kind. So, Iris let some of her mother's temper fly at the redhead for his possessive wording.

"Your girl? I remember a possessive, sloppy, and downright revolting kiss before we fought Voldemort! I don't remember ever belonging to you Ronald!" She snarled at him as she gave him her best impression of a Hermione glare. "I much preferred that kiss between Hermione and I to the one I shared with you."

"Surely you don't mean that do you, Iris dear?" Molly said from behind her, her sweet voice barely containing disgust at the idea of two girls in a relationship.

"Oh I mean what I say Mrs. Weasley. Any feelings I may have for your youngest son are very much meaningless, they faded when he abandoned us, and then came back when he returned..." her voice trailed off as she looked at Hermione in confusion as she was biting her lip in concentration, before a frown formed on her face, followed by a look of pure hatred which she directed towards the youngest Weasley son.

"You dosed her with love potions didn't you Ronald?" It wasn't a question, much more a statement that only needed confirmation. The way Ron scowled and crossed his arms while glaring defiantly at the witch was all the confirmation they needed. "You don't have the skill to brew them yourself...so you had to have had help..." she looked at Mrs. Weasley this time, "you mentioned once you fed Mr. Weasley a love potion," her face contorted into horror, "you brewed them didn't you?" Hermione pulled her wand and pointed it at Mrs. Weasley, demanding an answer. "Well?" She asked, her voice an angry whisper.

"We had no choice" Molly retorted, her wand yanked back out of her pocket, pointing at Hermione, fixing her with the same look she gave Bellatrix Lestrange for almost murdering her daughter. "The Last Heir to The Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter should marry a respectable Pureblood for her husband to take up their seat on the Wizengamot and rear children for their husband, like I did." She said hotly. "Better she marry Ron, and make enough heirs to ensure her line's survival, it's far better than letting her run off with a Mudblood Dyke!" She screeched at Hermione, her wand thrust forward, hitting her in the heart with a cutting curse.

Iris watched helplessly as Hermione slumped forward, her eyes filling with tears as she witnessed her best friend murdered in front of her.

"NOOOO! HERMIONE!" Iris screamed as she bolted forward and grabbed her friend, tears running down her face as she witnessed her best friend dying in front of her. "Shh...my bookworm, it'll be okay, hold on Hermione, please...don't leave me...I need you 'Mione..I need your intelligence, and your bone crushing hugs, and your incredible talent, it's far too early for the Brightest Witch of her age to die, please don't die 'Mione, please don't die..." Iris sobbed uncontrollably as Hermione took her last breaths, clutching her hand as tightly as she could.

Just before she lost her forever Iris watched as a Chocolate Brown line intertwined with an Emerald one that came out of her chest, it felt like every hug Hermione had ever given her, holding the affection for her she always had kept secret. Iris wept as she felt her favorite bookworm leave her forever before standing up with a face of pure hatred and a scream anguish. With just a single flick of her wand, they were off.

Molly and Ron Weasley were defending themselves from curse after curse as Iris dueled them both at the same time, her eyes glowing green with power as she flung spell after spell at them, for their betrayal and the murder of Hermione. Ron's shield fell first, and with a scream, he hit the ground, his hands trying to hold his manhood together after an overpowered Sectumsempra hit him.

Molly stepped it up after this, trying to keep up with Iris as she swapped her old Holly and Phoenix Feather wand with the Elder Wand, increasing the rate of her casting as tears rolled down her cheeks, hellbent on having her revenge on the ones who tried to not only eventually rape her and commit line theft, she could care less about that, they killed her Hermione!

Iris threw spell after spell at the Matriarch of the Weasleys, the hatred for the woman running hot in her veins, the spells getting darker as they fought.

Disarming charm

Severing charm

Banishing charm

Body Bind

Bone Breaker Jinx

Bombarda Maxima

Confringo

Sectumsempra

Blood Boiling

Yet Molly Weasley proved she did in fact have the skill to defeat Bellatrix Lestrange as she blocked the spells and retaliated with ones of her own, the duel went on for what felt like hours, the stone cracked and heated under their feet, the only sound that of the opponent's magic clashing with each other as they fought, finally just as they seemed to be about to pass out from magical exhaustion, Iris screamed out one last spell that seemingly flowed into her mind as she used the last of the magic in her core

"ANIMAM PRO ANIMA!"

Then the women knew no more.

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"Hello?"

Who's talking?

"Wake up Mistress"

Mistress? It can't be Kreacher..

"Mistress?"

Should probably see who it is

Iris opened her eyes and almost screamed at what she saw.

Standing above her was a man in a black cloak, looking down at her with expressionless grey eyes, holding a giant bloody scythe. For some reason though, Iris felt calm, and wasn't panicking like she thought she would be at this. He looked almost exactly how one would imagine Death, and for some reason she knew that is who she was looking at.

"Good, you're awake" he said in monotone, helping her up.

"I'm dead aren't I?" Iris asked, though she thought it was rather obvious.

"Not exactly, now come Mistress, we must go meet with one of your soulmates." Death beckoned Iris forward. She followed, but asked her questions while he led them through what Iris thought a muggle office building must look like.

"Soulmates?" Iris asked innocently. "Ron had me under Love potions, Neville was nice, Terry Boot was a pig, the only other person...Hermione? " Iris' voice cracked as she thought of the girl she had just discovered feelings for collapse after Molly fucking Weasley murdered her.

"Yes, we are going to meet Hermione Granger." Death replied in a monotone voice as he led her through brightly lit winding hallways, filled with boring paintings and the occasional potted plant. Iris followed along, taking in the boring sights of the office, marveling at how much the Dursleys would love just how bloody normal it looked when she asked a question that had been hanging on the edge of her tongue since she awoke.

"Why do you keep calling me Mistress? I don't understand,"

Death chuckled a little, which sounded odd coming from him, "I take it you read The Tale of The Three Brothers?" He asked as they walked past a conference room that looked like it was holding some sort of important meeting. Iris nodded as they stopped at an elevator door and Death pressed the up button. "It's more true than you would think. You're the rightful owner through inheritance, combat, and blood of the Deathly Hallows." They climbed into the elevator as Death hit a button before continuing the tale, " The Cloak by blood, belongs to you as Ignotus' line married into the Potters, the Wand belongs to you through both blood and combat from the young Draco Malfoy, and the Stone through a mix of blood and inheritance, the Gaunts may have gotten it through relation to Cadmus, but they had no right to it, as they were cast out of the Peverell family for a mixture of incest and bigotry, the Head of the Peverell family could not stand by it, and cast them out, they stole the ring when they left. You got them by rights, and as such belong to you. That white bearded bastard, willed you something that was already rightfully yours, and kept the wand from you. The Wand, while it still worked for Dumbledore, works better for you as you are it's Master, if it hadn't been stolen from Antioch Peverell, then it would have eventually found it's way to the Potters." Death took a breath before finishing his explanation, "You are rightfully, the Mistress of Death. Don't think this means you're in charge of me, it simply means you own the Hallows and have earned my respect, I don't answer to you."

Iris nodded, as they went upwards through the building, "Why do you hold such contempt for Dumbledore sir? He turned us onto the Horcruxes, and gave me advice as we went along, I don't understand why you would hate him."

Death laughed as soon as she finished speaking, and laughed continuously harder as they reached their floor, another nondescript area, that looked like your average Muggle office building. "He meddled in your destiny, because in his hubris, he believed he did nothing wrong. He placed you with the Dursley's so you would see him as the Grandfather you never had, and let him be like a mentor to you. He has meddled with your fate since the day you were born, he knew Sirius was innocent, but he believed that if he placed you with your Godfather, that you wouldn't be as malleable as he wanted."

" Originally, he WAS going to be your mentor, just as Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were going to be, Sirius and Remus would raise you, and those two plus Dumbledore would raise you to be able to learn far more about magic than most. You were also supposed to have close ties to the Longbottom family as well, because there is not only an alliance between the Ancient and Most Noble House of Longbottom and Potter, Alice Longbottom was your godmother, just as Lily Potter was Neville's. You should have grown up looking to each other as siblings. But Dumbledore decided he knew best and threw your godfather in Azkaban, let Neville be raised with no self-confidence just in case he needed a backup plan if you failed, and then proceeded to let you be abused for ten years, just so you would look to Dumbledore as a savior." Death finished, spitting the word savior like it physically hurt him to do so.

"So..Dumbledore had all this planned?" Iris said incredulously. 'If that's true...then all the people lost at the Battle of Hogwarts...ever since Voldemort's return, it's on him!' she thought furiously. 'Cedric, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dobby, Colin, Lavender, Snape, Fred, and who knows who else!?' "He's being suitably punished for this, right?" Iris asked, as they made it to the nondescript door that they were apparently journeying to in the first place.

Death did an emotionless shrug, "Your parents, godfather, and honorary uncle all had some very harsh words with him, I think your mother is still yelling at him. I might give them wands soon, just to see what nasty stuff they come up with." Iris had heard tales of her mother's temper, how it was like Molly's but more under control, and less likely to send Howlers to publicly embarrass the person she sent it to. She almost felt sorry for Dumbledore...almost. "Well come on then, let's get inside and discuss options and such. Haven't got all eternity to spend with you two." He pushed the door open and stood off to the side, letting Iris through, allowing her to be hit by a bushy haired cruise missile. Iris quickly returned the hug, breathing in the smell of vanilla and parchment she associated with her best friend and now soulmate, whatever that meant.

"Iris, I'm sorry!" Hermione sobbed into her chest, her own heaving as she did so, "I shouldn't have lost my temper! I shouldn't have let the tension run so high! It's all my fault! You died, and it's all my fault!"

"Shh Hermione, it's okay, it's okay, if we are dead, we still have each other, plus Padfoot, Moony, my Mum and Dad, Tonks, and all the others are here as well. It's not so bad, but we do need to talk to Death okay 'Mione? Calm down, it's okay. I used a Sectumsempra on Ron's manhood before I died and took Molly with me anyways. So it evens out in the end. Plus according to laws you mentioned in passing, I was well within my rights to kill them, and their names will be run through the mud because they're responsible for not only the end of the Potter line, but the death of the Girl-Who-Lived, Woman-Who-Won, or whatever the hell else they're going to call me. Okay?" Iris whispered to..whatever Hermione was to her. Best Friend? Girlfriend? It was far to confusing at the moment, she'd need to sit down and think it through later. "Plus, when I asked Death if I were dead, he said not exactly, so maybe it's possible to go back? We'll find out okay Hermione?" Hermione coughed into Iris' chest for a moment before standing back up and rubbing her eyes before giving her friend a rather strained smile.

"Yeah, okay. Let's get this over with, although I do want to see the memory of you castrating Ronald." She wiped her nose on her jumper sleeve again, "So what curse did you use on Molly to get her? How did she get you anyways?" Iris looked away and mumbled something, Hermione leaned in closer "What was that?" Iris suddenly found her feet very interesting as she began to explain.

"We fought for well over an hour, I had to switch out to the Elder Wand to really do anything, that woman can duel, it's not a surprise she took out Bellatrix. Anyways, we were fighting, and in my grief and rage, I started firing off progressively darker spells as we went, I started with a disarming charm, followed by a banisher and a cutter, and ended up throwing blood boiling curses at her before I finally got her with a spell that popped into my mind for some reason, out of nowhere. Animum pro anima was the incantation, and we both...died" Iris finished in a very small voice as Hermione ran the incantation over in her head.

"Animum pro anima...Life...for..life?" Hermione suddenly looked at Iris with wide scared eyes before becoming angry at her best friend. "IRIS LILY POTTER! YOU CAST A SPELL THAT KILLED THE BOTH OF YOU!? How could you? What is wrong with you Iris..." her protests were cut off by a pair of very sweet tasting lips on hers as she melded against the person kissing her as she felt something akin to fireworks as they held each other.

"That's why 'Mione." Iris said, staring into the chocolate brown orbs staring back at her, "I can't live without my oldest and truest friend now, can I?" She smiled as Hermione hugged her until Death cleared his throat.

"Yes well, as fine as that is, we really need to get this over and done with. Now, let's disillusion you of Dumbledore's idiocy right now Miss Granger. My Mistress is rather attached to you, and rather you not praise the whiskered bastard who ruined her life." Death held up a hand right as Hermione was about to go on one of her famous rants. "Dumbledore should have been a mentor to Iris, a better one than he was anyways, and she was supposed to grow up with Sirius and Remus as well as being taught by both of them along with Dumbledore as she grew up, but in his hubris he decided to let her be abused over the years and sent her to the Dursley's so she would be malleable and eager to please, along with trusting him as some eccentric grandfather figure, which she fell for, hook, line, and sinker.

Dumbledore knew Sirius was innocent, he knew the Dursley's would abuse her, but he didn't care, because he convinced himself, it was all for the Greater Good, and if he had himself convinced of that, then there was almost no swaying him unless your name was Minerva McGonagall, and even then it hardly worked. He cared less about the well being of everyone as long as they followed his little plan, going so far as to allow Ronald Weasley to love potion Iris here to marry him even though she has two destined soulmates, you Miss Granger, and some girl named Lovegood."

"Wait, I could have a relationship with Luna?" Iris asked.

"No, you already had one, but it was waiting for you to kiss her like you did Miss Granger here, you have a true three way soul bond between you Mistress, Miss Granger here, and Miss Lovegood. You do know what a soul bond is, right?" Death asked, an eyebrow raised and hands clasped together as he looked at them over the table.

"I've read about them, they incredibly rare, but it's a form of bond that is said to be a sort of perfect relationship between two people, or err.. three in this case. It binds the the people together in Heart, Soul, and Magic. It allows the soul bonded to share their magic cores together when they're near each other, along with makes them immune to mind altering potions such as Love potions, including Amortentia, Jealousy potions, and makes you more resistant to mind altering curses and charms, like Compulsions and the Imperius Curse. They're incredibly rare though, and the last confirmed soul bond was between Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel in the 1300s." Hermione answered, sounding like she had regurgitated the passage from a book.

"That is correct, it doesn't count as marriage or anything silly like that though, so don't worry about that, but it is extremely useful." Death said, noticing the confused expressions on the two people's faces, "What? You both need to learn this."

"Why?" Iris asked, "We're dead, you're making it sound like we're going back or something, I don't understand the need to know all of this." Death chuckled, which sounded remarkably like a death rattle.

"You are going back though, the Creator requires you to do so" he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Your destiny was meddled in and made almost impossible to actually get it done correctly. Your life wasn't supposed to be so bad, and you were supposed to be partially emancipated at age eleven when you entered Gringotts, to allow you limited access to your family vaults, the Head of House vault, and allow YOU to appoint your proxy on the Wizengamot, as Albus Dumbledore is a meddling bastard and decided that as your illegal magical guardian, he decided he'd rather screw you over, and use your seat to keep a lot of "Traditions" in place. You'll also need to unseal your parent's wills, as you have the right to do so when you take up your Head of House ring, I'd do that immediately and use that to get yourself out of Privet Drive and off someplace much nicer than there."

"Wait...you're sending Iris and I...back in time?" Hermione asked, her brain clearly running on overdrive trying to figure out the possibilities and the consequences of doing so. Death simply nodded. "I'm going to guess it's absolutely nothing like a Time Turner then?" Death shook his head this time. "So, are we going to be in the bodies of whatever age we were when you send us back?" Death nodded this time. "Oh." Hermione finished lamely, as if expecting some sort of extremely long, unnecessary explanation on how they were going to be going back in time, and how it would explain all sorts of other complicated things that would blow all that wizards and witches knew of time travel out of the water.

"We can't send you back as you are now, as that would cause uncomfortable questions, you'll be going back to 25th August 1991, just before your first year at Hogwarts, I would recommend you both grab yourselves some extra reading material to explain your knowledge of magic, along with books on things like Legillimency, We're going to be gifting you with Master Occlumens status, to allow you to shield your mind from certain nosy people who don't care about your privacy and I absolutely refuse to return the Horcrux in your head, I waited seventeen years, and I'm not waiting that long for it again.

Also, when it comes to ruddy Death Eaters, don't stun them, you're lucky to be alive if all you do is stun them, dismember or kill, I can promise you that killing someone doesn't mean you're going to dark. Albus Dumbledore's stun only policy is what started the whole problem anyways, if he played for keeps like he should have, it would have made a lot of problems non existent, like certain people paying the government off to get out of trouble and continue being in charge of society. Also, Iris, you'll be having quite the surprise waiting for you when you return, they'll be extremely useful. You'll find them on your desk when you awaken.

Oh! One more thing before we send you back, since you're technically overage, at least your soul is anyways, the Trace won't work on you, so have fun with underage magic!" Death rose from the table and beckoned them to the door, letthing them out and walking them a little further down the hallway, stopping at what looked like a conference room door. Death opened the door, but instead of a conference room, it looked like some sort of pure white portal, beckoning them through. "It's sort of like a reverse Veil of Death, so uhhh have fun with that, well off you go!" Death then pushed both Iris and Hermione through before they could argue and sent their souls flying back to their past.

A/N So, I decided to give myself a go at a "Potter dies, goes back in time" fanfic, mostly because hey, why not, and also because I'm effing bored so hey! Let's see how this goes. Please Read and Review, I'd love to hear opinions on this, and maybe get a beta reader to help me out with it in the future! Until next time!