A/N: This features Harry and Death

Emerald eyes widening for the only sign of her acknowledgment. Acknowledgment that she finally was connected again to the death magic curling around her, caressing her vulnerable form. Her heart stilled for a few beats, lungs ceasing their work on taking in oxygen. It was for a few seconds. But it happened.

Magic purred around her in contentment.

Little hands moved when her heart restarted again. As fresh air returned to her body, emerald eyes took in the symbol decorating her right wrist. It was settled over the corner where her palm met her forearm in brilliant gold hues. As her gaze washed over the curious tattoo – a triangle encompassing a circle that was cut in half by a line – memories from her previous lives awakened within her mind.

The tattoo burned a beautiful gold. Then it darkened to a deep black after a beat and sunk into her skin, fading from view.

She knew instinctively that it was still there. Just hidden behind her flesh, dissolving into her blood. Her soul's essence itself.

She had been claimed. Again.

"Another life eh, Death?" Harry thought casually.

"Every life you are mine, Master," came Death's voice as it whispered across his mind.

Harry hummed. He reached out absently to grasp the death magic buzzing around him, smiling when it purred and wrapped around him in a blanket.

He sighed, content. It was nice to know in this birth, he would be a magical. While he had nothing against muggle lifestyles, he had always felt empty when born as a non-magical, like some gaping hole was permanently in his soul where magic had once been in his other lives.

"You might want to revisit your new life's memories, Master," Death's voice sounded amused.

Harry frowned. Whenever death was amused, it meant he was in for a shock.

"Perhaps before all that, do take a minute to assess your new body. Oh, and turn your head to the left."

Harry stilled.

Assess his new body?

Why would he need to –

Harry paused.

"I'm not a boy, aren't I?" He asked with a sigh.

Death didn't reply. But the entity didn't need to anyways. Harry had long peered down at his self and noted the distinct lack of – um certain extensions – that were associated with the human male reproductive system, indicating the fact that, yes, he was indeed not a boy.

"Seriously master, just say dick instead of –"

"Oh, shut it Death," Harry grumbled. "Time should not have taught you sass. Or crassness."

"I don't see why calling something for what it is as crass, Master."

Harry sighed tiredly and didn't bothered to reply. Rather, he focused on his latest revelation. It wasn't that he –

"Hmm, I need to start thinking like a girl again."

It wasn't that she disliked being born a female. But it certainly had yet to sink into her soul how different a female's life turns out to be from that of a male. For all that he – she – had been reborn many times, her soul, when it remembers her previous lives, always remembers its first life the most prominently. The life of one Harry James Potter.

A life where she had been a male.

Remembering the habits and memories from that first life always did make transitioning into her identity of a female more difficult.

"You are getting better though, Master," Death supported softly.

Harry smiled amused.

"Perhaps you should start calling me Mistress again like the previous times I was born to be female," Harry told his eternal companion. "Morgana knows that helped me a lot."

"As you wish, Mistress."

Harry smiled at Death's voice. It was funny how much she had come to appreciate the entity's presence when the first time she had learnt of her status of the Master of Death, she had made quite the fuss. But time had made her accepting of her immortal status. And enabled her to form a much-needed friend in Death.

Harry rocked on her infant form, settling into the reality that she was a girl. Then she remembered the second thing Death had told her to do.

She turned her little head to the left, her still rather uncoordinated limbs and body following against her wishes at the motion. In the blink of an eye, Harry found herself completely turned over to the left.

She scowled. Stupid baby body –

Harry's eyes widened as she finally took note of the companion beside her.

"Your face is extremely amusing to look at, Mistress."

Harry closed her little jaw. Well. This was an unexpected situation.

Beside her was another baby. A boy at that. He was sleeping but –

Harry grinned, her smile coming off gummy due to her young, infant state.

She didn't have to be a genius to figure out that the baby was her sibling. A twin sibling at that. She's had siblings before in some of her previous lives but this was certainly the first time she was born as a twin to anyone.

Well, wasn't this just exciting.

Harry rolled closer to the baby boy beside her with a squeal.

She remembered well the havoc the Weasley twins created in her first life. She had always envied them for that pure, unconditional connection and love that the two had shared. (And the fact that they were born with a built-in best friend.) But now, she was going to have that magical connection.

Yes.

Suddenly, this particular new life was starting to look up. Usually, having her memories and powers reawakened early in her life – unless she had been born as a muggle – made her bored. It was not that fun to grow up when you already remember how it all went many a times.

Not to mention, there were those rare times where she was reawakened early due to death wishing to warn her that she was going to die sooner than planned due to some imbecile's stupidity – OH.

Harry pouted.

"Please tell me this is not that kind of situation. Please Death?"

"I'm afraid it is, Mistress. You might want to take a closer look at your twin to understand what's going to happen."

Harry frowned but obliged, turning to stare at her twin again. She rather enjoyed doing it. She was still somewhat giddy at the knowledge that she had a magical twin despite the news Death had confirmed.

She took in the infant's face. Something about stirred a distant memory in her soul. The boy was rather adorable. With red hair that seemed like a bird's nest and soft features that made him look oh so very precious. His cheeks especially were rather chubby and Harry couldn't resist the urge to reach out with her right arm to poke her twin on the face.

"Merlin he is squishy!" She squealed in her mind.

"You are too, you know?" Death's voice drawled against her mind. "You resemble a chubby hamster at the moment."

Harry scowled mentally at her eternal friend. Miffed, she ignored the entity and focused back on her twin.

She could already feel the twin bond connecting her and the baby boy within her core, though it was relatively weak due to its newness.

"It forms stronger from the interaction you two have, Mistress. Sharing magic would also help facilitate its growth."

Harry grinned, forgetting her annoyance at the entity entirely at that revelation.

She closed her eyes and grabbed at her magic, taking a strand. Guiding it to her twin bond, she fed it over to the boy beside her with a giggle, watching as the link tying them together pulse brighter ever so slightly.

When she opened her eyes, a pair of startling hazel eyes peered back at her.

Harry stilled.

She remembered those eyes.

Those were James Potter's eyes.

"Uh-oh," she thought.

"Uh- oh indeed, Mistress," Death replied.

Harry smiled softly as her twin reached out and grabbed onto her right arm. The boy sent her a gummy smile in response and started to spout some goo-goo-gaga like a proper baby.

She sighed, drowning out her twin for a few minutes as she returned her attention to her eternal friend for the time being.

"So, this is an actual, actual rebirth?" She asked with a tired sigh.

"Why so tired? This is not the first time you've relived your first life."

"Yes, but there are so many bloody things that always go wrong in this life," Harry whined, uncaring of how immature it was.

Seriously. She was an infant. Again. Going to relive her first life. Again. She was entitled to whine all she wanted in her opinion.

"Correction: You cause a lot of things to go wrong in the rebirths of your first life, Mistress. Don't bother denying it. You very much enjoy causing chaos to the people around you."

"Yes, but that's all after the whole Voldymort coming to kill me part," Harry whined again in her head. "I'm usually only awakened after that particular night. You awakened me early this time. I do not want to actually experience how the killing curse tries to suck out my soul Death. Not one bit.

Goodness, she could already feel the headache coming. The killing curse would never work on her as the true Master of Death. Not a chance. But that didn't mean she wouldn't die. It meant she would die for a second and then come back to life the next second as though she didn't die at all.

It sounded simple, honestly.

But Harry was well aware of how the process would still be painful. A split second of pain it was, but as an immortal who was very much aware of her own soul, she felt the pain in all its painful, soul-burning agony, even if it was for a second.

And Harry knew from experience, due to all the countless deaths in her past lives, that the pain of the Avada Kedevra was not to be taken lightly.

"Come on Mistress. You'll survive," Death told her brazenly.

Harry pouted.

"It's a second of pain. You are exaggerating."

Harry pouted more.

It's not her fault she didn't like pain. Seriously. Just because she got a lot of it in her life, does not mean she grew immune to it.

No. That wasn't how it worked.

Pain was pain, no matter how many times you felt it.

"You have a high pain tolerance," Death reminded her.

"So?" Harry scowled. "Doesn't mean I have to actively go seek pain do I?"

"Mistress, if we keep arguing about this, we are going to miss the main point, which is me awakening you early."

Harry sighed.

She absently squeezed her brother's little fingers gently, smiling softly at the way her twin squealed at her action. Her smile softened further when the boy rolled over closer to her and snuggled into her right before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.

She sighed again, this time out of fondness. Her brother was too adorable. Goddess, she was going to have to protect the little bean. She could already see all the fangirls that would come to hound him as he grew up into the Potter-Evans genes.

She tightened her arm around her sleeping brother.

"I take it next Samhain will be the fated day?"

"You are correct, Mistress," Death replied.

Harry hummed as her thoughts raced. This would technically mean she would get exactly a year to get to know her parents.

She bit her lip.

Well, depending on what kind of parents they turned out to be, this year would either be delightful or downright horrific.

Honestly, she's lived through this same life so many times, she had thought all possible ways it could play out was tried and gone. She spared a glance at the sleeping form of her brother beside her.

Btu fate very much loved proving her wrong.

"You do realise there are infinite ways for one life to be played out, with each second having infinite possibilities packed within it? Fate can play out many ways –"

Harry rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, Death. You've given me that talk during life number twenty-four itself when I was born back to my first life for the third time. I still remember it, thank you very much. Please don't bore me with that again."

Harry ignored how Death sent a pout over in her mind.

"Now, tell me. What exactly should I bother to know about this life's villains and heroes?"

"There is no fun in me telling you that though," Death replied.

Harry hummed.

"True, true. But what of you helping me when I call for you?"

"Such an option will always be there whether you want it or not, Mistress. You know this."

Harry hummed again. She knew it, yes. But it wouldn't hurt to check. There had been that one time Death refused to help her –

"One time, Mistress. Centuries back. I was in a bad mood. And I really, genuinely missed you calling. Let it go, will you?"

Harry gave an evil grin.

"No," she replied.

Death sighed into her mind.

"We fixed that lapse too," Death grumbled. "Now I can hear you even when you aren't calling for me. Let it go, Mistress."

Harry stuck out a tongue to the air, knowing Death would see. The magic of the Samhain night still surrounded her after all.

"Real mature."

"I'm not even a year old in this body. Ha."

Death sighed again.

"Anyways," Harry started, wanting to steer back to the point. "Is this twin bond thing going to complicate the whole boy-who-lived thingy?"

Now that she thought about it, she was no longer a boy. Plus, this was the first time she had a sibling in this particular life. What the heck would Voldemort do when he came to Godric's Hollow next Samhain night? Fire two killing curses one after the other at her and her twin?

Harry bristled, lips pulling back to reveal a teethless snarl.

Not bloody likely. She just got her brother. She was not giving him up, thank you very much. No.

"You have always been the soul fated to fight against Voldemort, Harry," Death replied.

The use of her name didn't go unnoticed by Harry. She knew Death used it when the entity was either fond or very, very serious.

She didn't need to think which situation it was now.

"But you're brother's existence can cause complications on the night."

Harry's grip tightened around her twin.

"Is he fated to die?"

"If let to live peacefully, no. But if Voldemort chooses to attack him first, it will obviously kill him."

Harry frowned.

"Won't Lily's protection be for the both of us?"

"Are you going to let your mother get killed by the immortal wannabe?"

Harry chuckled.

True. She wasn't exactly planning on letting her entire family die the next Samhain. Not when this was her first awakening with them still alive.

"Ah this is going to be a fun experience," Harry told Death as she smiled a gummy smile.

"You mean chaotic, Mistress."

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