I own nothing. Seriously, nothing. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling and to George R. R. Martin.
This is a story all about how Lady Morgana Dorea Potter-Peverell performs a ritual to find a place to live in peace after the war, without marriage proposals, the press, or the ministry bothering her. Unfortunately, there's nowhere in her universe where that can happen, so the ritual, fueled by the power of the Deathly Hallows, takes her to the nearest (seen in a non-linear, non-subjective, quantum-derived fashion) alternate universe. That universe is anything but a place for her to live in peace. It's the end of Robert's Rebellion when she shows up. Now, she must play the Game of Thrones.
Chapter 1: Where the bloody hell am I?
After the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort, there would have been an outcry from the 'purebloods' of the Wizengamot. They would demand the punishment of one Morgana Dorea Potter-Peverell. The problem with that theory was the fact that those who would punish her for killing 'upstanding citizens' that of course were all pureblood supporters of Voldemort, were dead. She had done her share in the war effort by killing every damned Death Eater she saw.
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And she was good at it too. The Ravenclaw spent a lot of time learning to fight after her first year, when he Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was possessed by Voldemort. She was casting silently mid-way through her third year.
In her second year, in addition to her private lessons on dueling from Professor Flitwick, she had to deal with a 1000 year-old basilisk in the school. She received the dueling lessons after telling him about her status as the primary focus of the thought-to-be-dead Dark Lord. She cracked the Chamber of Secrets mystery with the help of her friend Luna Lovegood by the end of Christmas Break. Then she explored the Chamber where she found some books that only she could read. They spoke of magics only parselmouths could use, and she learned that. She also found a self-updating family tree of Slytherin's family.
She was disgusted to learn that she was much related to Voldemort. The only consolation is that she could claim the Gaunt Ladyship because of his attempted murder of her. Luna taught her Occlumency at that point, as she now had real secrets to keep. She was also prompted to take an inheritance test at Gringotts.
The Dursleys were no problem, they hadn't been for years, since Morgana started actively using magic at age six.
The inheritance test told her a lot, really. She now knew that Sirius Black, her Godfather had no trial, so she was the inheritor of the Black fortune. She learned about her parent's wills, which caused her to be emancipated, and told her that she could probably twist Dumbledore's arm into giving her private tutelage with the threat of going public with the wills. (That was her friend Daphne's suggestion.) Now controlling two branches of the Peverell House, she could claim Ladyship of the Ancient Clan.
When she summoned her Head of House rings, the Goblins got VERY angry. The Gaunt ring was a Horcrux, which they summarily removed, then they used the bank's wards to scan for any more. There was her scar and something in the Lestrange vault. Both were eliminated.
When her scar's Horcrux was removed, her power levels increased, and she was happy about that.
The real surprise was that when she returned to Hogwarts for her third year, the first time Dumbledore raised his wand, it flew into her hand, and then was absorbed into her skin. Then the stone on the Gaunt ring and her Father's Cloak of Invisibility merged with her as well. Then, amazingly enough, a scythe appeared, and came with a bunch of memories about the usage of the weapon. Thankfully, this happened in the first private meeting of their agreement, and not in from of the entire school.
Aside from learning more advanced magic and annoying Snape with her Occlumency barriers, the school year was largely uneventful, with the exception of clearing her Godfather of his alleged 'crimes'.
That summer, she learned from the Black and Peverell libraries. And found another Horcrux in the form of Slytherin's Locket.
She was unfortunate enough to have to deal with being selected as the fourth Tri-wizard Champion in her fourth year, where she accidentally helped Voldemort resurrect himself. Throughout the tournament, Flitwick helped her develop a spell repertoire suitable for a monster hunter, her 'career choice'. She was smart enough to keep that away from Fudge, who would surely vilify her.
Fifth year was all training, and DADA was particularly good, with Sirius recovered enough to teach it. That year both she and Voldemort had a victory. Voldy got the prophecy, and she disposed of the Horcrux in Ravenclaw's Diadem with the help of the Goblins.
That left two going into her sixth year. Sirius retired from his teaching post, as he had lots of Black Family business to attend to. At least they had three years in a row of competent teachers, even though one was actually a Death Eater.
Severus Snape, the Dungeon Bat, took over that post. His focus was mainly on Dark Curses that the Death Eaters tend to favor, as the Ministry was finally acknowledging his return to life. Horace Slughorn took over the job as Potions Master of Hogwarts. And private tuition with Flitwick and Dumbledore continued.
Dumbledore had wanted to waste her time with Horcruxes, though she quickly removed him of the misconception of her ignorance. Then he started to teach her advanced and obscure magic. They figured out, by the end of the year, that only Voldemort and his snake Nagini remained before he was dead for good.
Fortunately, Dumbledore survived, but the aggressors that Malfoy Jr let into the school did not. Most of them were decapitated or killed in another way by Morgana's spellwork or scythe.
But she was injured badly, so after healing she decided to put to use the basilisk that she had slain in second year, and commissioned the Goblins that summer to make her armor of mithril and basilisk hide. The armor is a masterpiece, form fitting, spell resistant, and able to stand up even to the force of enchanted weaponry.
Seventh year, Morgana returned to Hogwarts, and Sirius was back to protect the school as a 'consultant' for Dumbledore. And Morgana kept studying, aside from teaching her friends: Luna, Tracey, and Daphne, how to fight Death Eaters. Of course, she went on solo raids whenever she could to disrupt the Death Eaters plans and activities. The word activities being used quite lightly. It's a tame description of what they were doing.
Four years after graduating, she still hadn't left Hogwarts, she was gaining Masteries. Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense, Care of Magical Creatures, Runes, Arithmancy, even Alchemy. All achieved, along with the death of Nagini. At the too-high cost of all her three friend's lives at the hand of Voldemort. All that was left was the final battle.
It lasted for hours, and it happened at an undisclosed location that was agreed on between the two. There were people watching as Voldemort arrived in his classic plume of darkness, and his confusion as a thestral arrived, then transformed into Morgana. Her second animagus form truly marked her as Death's creature.
Eventually, Voldemort fell to a one-way anti-apparition runic array (Morgana had been slowly setting it up since the beginning; subtly transfiguring and carving rune stones and placing them where they needed to be.) and a swing of her scythe. Ironic, really, Flight From Death struck down by Death's own weapon.
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She was a hero, but she hated the attention. The people adored her, but she wanted peace and quiet. The Ministry respected her, but she didn't want to get called to deal with more dark wizards. So she decided to find a place where she could relax, her friends were dead, so she wouldn't stay. It took nearly a year, but she finally designed a ritual that would take her where she could find peace.
She took all her gold, and all her heirlooms, and all her books, and tons of Magical Creature babies, so she could get ingredients, and a shrunken greenhouse. If she was going to live away from the Magical World, she wouldn't do it without magic. Her possessions were packed and shrunken, in the form of a necklace which she would expand and unpack upon arriving at her destination. Her armor was so magical, it couldn't be shrunken, so she wore it. Just in case.
So she fired up the ritual, and she and her belongings disappeared into nothingness. And an explosion happened, but Morgana was already transported, so she had no idea the devastation she had caused. But she left that world behind, more than she knew, and that's what she cared about.
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Boy, was she glad she wore her armor. Where she landed, there was a full-scale battle happening! She asked for peace! And now she was in the middle of another battle!
Oh well, she'd think about this later when there weren't people attempting to attack and kill her. Or not kill her, she saw the obvious lust in their eyes, and decided to 'dissuade' them. She let her inner monologue fade to the instincts of battle. But no magic, as these people appeared to be muggles.
She twisted, slashed, twirled, and sliced. She danced a dance of Death with the Peverell Scythe in her hands, those who engaged her in combat soon fell like wheat during harvest. And she was just caught in the moment, not noticing the Noble looking men staring at her from two separate angles of the battlefield.
As soon as she finished her 'dance' she checked for more enemies, and finding none, transformed into a thestral and flew away. She avoided enemy archers by flying away from the direction where her foes streamed from.
As soon as she found an acceptable clearing (a comfortable spot on Fairisle), she landed and changed back. Then, she immediately began to raise a small cottage by transfiguration. She knew this would only be a temporary dwelling. She had no interest in being conscripted.
This place did look medieval, so she supposed she'd be Lady Peverell, it wasn't a 'commoner's' name like Potter. Lady Morgana Peverell. She liked the sound of that. She would have to get her own land though, for her creatures. She pondered the place she was in, as it clearly wasn't anywhere she knew. Perhaps she'd extract the knowledge from the next person she encountered, from their mind of course. This was while she drank tea and ate some venison she found. She slept after warding the area wondering how soon she'd make contact with other people.
But she didn't know that a scout had a telescope trained on her descent, and was able to tell his Lord that the Lady of the Scythe was still on this island.
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"Ned, who in the Seven Hells was that?" Robert Baratheon slurred, deep in his cups.
The stalwart Stark shook his head, sipping summer wine, "I have no idea, old friend, but we should be grateful to her. She routed an entire battalion of Ironborn by herself. They would have caused us problems if they had gotten behind our lines, and they would have if not for that Lady. What shall we call her until we know her name, My Lord?"
"We'll use the name that the scout gave her! The Lady of the Scythe! She saved our asses Ned, you know that?" The Stag King said drunkenly.
"Of course. How do we go about approaching her, My Lord?"
"Send a King's missive, I'd do it myself, but we're getting drunker than normal. Why are we getting this drunk after a victory?"
"Because the pretty Lady who cut through Ironborn like a hot knife through soft butter turned into a creepy flying horse. And we'd rather forget that part." Ned deadpanned.
"Right, right. A woman like that and I marry Cersei fucking Lannister! I wonder who she really is… Her armor looked expensive, but she's not of any house I've heard of. We'll have to ask at some point."
"You really shouldn't speak of your wife like that, My Lord. And the Lady looks quite young, not even twenty years! Not one for old men like us." Ned laughed, while he dragged a ridiculously inebriated Baratheon to his tent.
After taking care of his king, the Winter Lord wrote the missive.
To the Lady of the Scythe,
King Robert Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm requests your presence on the morrow at midday, you will find an escort upon providing this missive to the guards at the edge of the camp.
-Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North
He commanded the maester to send the missive using a raven. Surely it would be able to find the mysterious Lady. Sure enough, the raven left to deliver.
AN: Hey guys! Do you like this concept? (I don't care, I enjoy writing it) Still following my muse! Nearly done with Ch. 3 for My HP/One Piece cross, and I'm working on chapter 2 of this. See you soon!
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