The Dangers of a Bored Goddess
A plan is made
Paradox was bored. No one had done anything interesting with time travel in far too long in her opinion. Even The Doctor had been behaving himself! That simply wasn't any fun, and when Paradox, Goddess of impossibilities, couldn't find any fun, she invariably made some of her own. With that conclusion reached, Paradox then set her mind to what impossible events she'd bring about. After all, she could easily go anywhere in time and do anything without fear of consequences as she controlled those very same consequences. It was so easy to break the rules if you made them! Before too long, a smirk stretched her far too human features.
Paradox was one of the few Gods who stuck to one form, that of an 18 year old girl with dark golden hair and bright, clear jade green eyes set in a well proportioned face with skin as smooth and pale as alabaster and pink, full lips that were always ready to smile and laugh at the world. The only things that hinted at her immortal god status were her slightly elongated incisors and the fact that her eyes literally GLOWED. But at the moment she appeared truly human and even younger than the age her body was frozen at as she skipped happily down the corridor of her home. Eventually she reached her destination of a door identical to her own and calmly waltzed in. Sitting on the bed was a boy who seemed to be her male double although he had a swirling black and silver tattoo taking up the whole left side of his face. Presently his features were twisted into a dark scowl;
"Paradox! How many times must I ask you to knock!"
Paradox smiled and flopped down on the bed next to the figure, shrugging elegantly,
"Only a few more thousand times brother Death dearest. I was simply coming to say goodbye and tell you where you can find me for the foreseeable future."
This response caused Death to stare for a moment before sighing and collapsing down to cuddle into his sisters' side and ask;
"Alright, where are you going and how much chaos are you causing?"
"Well, brother dearest, as it is decidedly too boring at the moment I am taking drastic action by kidnapping Harry Potter and Tom Riddle while leaving the original timeline unharmed in terms of Tom's rise to power and the events of Halloween 1981, but then I swoop in and raise them both as twins, but slightly further back in time so they'll be in the Weasley twins year and then they'll work together to bring down the great and powerful Dark Lord Voldemort and bring an end to Albus Dumbledore's manipulations. And possibly get myself a boyfriend along the way, beyond that I plan to wing it."
Death blinked a few times then cursed in several different languages and stared some more, then groaned while declaring;
"This is your craziest plan to date! It's even worse than the whole mess with Jack Sparrow! PLEASE be careful and I'll make sure to check up on you every now and again seeming as I can't talk you out of it. What name are you using?"
"The Jack Sparrow incident was not my fault! Fate is a bitch and messed up all my plans I'll have you know. And I'm going by the name of Pandora Wild-Black, daughter of Simeon Black, Squib son of the Black family."
Deaths only response to all this was to shake his head and pull his crazy sister closer. He knew something like this would happen soon, she'd been driving all the gods mad with her pranks for far too long and needed a distraction. Still, he couldn't help his worry, she was his twin, they may be very different gods, but they were still two parts of a whole, and matched each other in every way. He had been the planner of many of her finest pranks and she pulled him back when his job became too much. She was his everything and if she was going down to earth, he'd be there more often than not, keeping her safe and from doing anything too wild in her pursuit of entertainment. He was Death, the inevitable reality, and she was his twin sister, Paradox, the ever changing where the impossible became reality.