Chapter 3
Amaryllis Leucothea Potter always knew that she was different. It had started when she was a young girl, she dreamed of thing that she had never seen or even knew about. It had been when she was five and Aunt Petunia had been watching a documentary on the Titanic that she discovered that her dreams were true.
Her dreams were all followed that same pattern. She would be feel like she was missing a piece of her heart, and then a beautiful golden man would appear and she felt whole and happy. But her dreams never stayed happy, something terrible would happen and she would be torn away from her golden man.
Amaryllis also dreamt of dying. There were so many horrible ways to die, and in her dreams she had seen them all. Thankfully it was like watching a movie and she couldn't actually fell herself dying, and she knew that it was her. The woman that always seemed to die in her dream was a grown up version of her.
It was went Amaryllis was eight that she figured out what was happening to her. She had been allowed by Aunt Petunia to go to the public library and that was where she had found a book a reincarnation. She had come to accept her past lives.
It was only after she was eleven and had been accepted to Hogwarts that she had been able to find anything useful on reincarnation. It was supposed to be only for heroes, but she knew that she was no hero. The other thing that she had been able to find was information on her golden man. It turns out that he was Apollo, the Greek God of the sun.
As Amaryllis got older her dreams got more and more intense, and there had been some pretty embarrassing moment in her dorm room. Waking up scream from an orgasm that your immortal lover had given you hundreds of years ago was kind of hard to explain. Through her dreams she fell into love with Apollo, in fact in every life that she had met him she always seemed to fall in love with him.
When Amaryllis walked to her death, her only regret was that she never got to meet Apollo in this life, but at least she was not alone in her final moments. The shades of her parents and godfather accompanied her.
As Voldemort raised his wand, and then deathly curse raced towards her, for a second she thought she saw Apollo. Her heart ached as she forced him to watch her die again.
She was surprised to find herself in a white version of Kings Cross. She looked around, trying to find out where she was when a blinding gold light appeared in front of her. When Amaryllis turn to look at she was taken aback to see a woman who looked just like herself. The woman was a more beautiful version of herself, she didn't look half staved and had the soft glow that she had come to associate with a god.
"Who are you?" Amaryllis asked.
The woman smiled, "Well I am you and you are me, but if you need a name you may call me Death."
"How is that possible?" Amaryllis asked.
"When I was much younger my brother Life, bet me that I could not live as a mortal. I, in my arrogance took on the bet and became mortal. It was only supposed to be for a year, but in that year I was killed by a minor deity and my symbols of power were stolen." Death explained.
Amaryllis looked to the Resurrection stone that was set in a ring on her finger them back at Death. Death only nodded in confirmation.
"As I am Death, a primordial goddess, I am not able to die, but because I did not have my symbols of power I was unable to re-ascend to godhood. So I was forced to be reborn time and time again. But now you, my mortal shell, have mastered my symbols, once you have the Elder Wand in your hands we will ascend."
Amaryllis bit her lip in nervousness, "If we re-ascend what will happen to Apollo?"
Death smiled reassuringly, "We would be able to be with him. Even though we were mortal we still had enough godly essence to bond with Apollo. That is the reason that he kept on finding us. If we re-ascend we could be with Apollo for eternity, because I too love him."
Amaryllis knew then that she would get the Elder Wand, she loved Apollo too much to continue this endless cycle of death. Suddenly Amaryllis fell back into her body. It was an unsettling experience, but she knew that she had to win this fight.
Her final show down with Voldemort had the Elder Wand flying through the air and into her hand. Even before the she caught the wand she knew that Voldemort was finally dead.
When the wand landed in her hand, she suddenly exploded in a golden light. It was so intense that the onlookers had to turn their head from it or go blind. And as suddenly as the light appeared it disappeared. When everyone looked back there was only a crater, and both the bodies of Amaryllis and Voldemort were gone.
Amaryllis was honored as a hero and a martyr. Children grew up hearing stories of her, and soon she became a legend as Merlin had.
