The war is finally over. I have saved wizarding britain from a tyrant hellbent on destroying everything, and everyone that gets in his way. No one can comprehend the joy I feel knowing that the man who killed my parents can no longer come back to the land of living. No magic that exists can bring back Lord Voldemort, and with the war finally over maybe my life can finally slow down for once.

"You did it Morrigan, you beat him," Hermione said running over to me. I choked on a sob remembering how lucky I am that both my best friends survived this war with me, although the same can't be said for everyone. "Mate, you look terrible," Ron Weasely said with a smu smirk on his face. "Oi, you can't expect me to look pretty right now Ronald, I just got done winning a damn war, you stupid git," I ran to tackle him, but the git ran from me.

I felt Hermione hugging me from the side, and turned and saw what Hermione was looking at, and what I saw made my blood run cold. Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Nymphadora Tonks lay lifeless in front of me. I choked on a sob, and fell to my knees in front of Remus Lupin. Losing Sirius Black in sixth year was hard to get over, and in some way I'm still not over his death, but never did I think I'd lose Remus as well. All I could think about was my godson Teddy, and how he'll never know his parents, he's become orphaned just like me. Just another casualty of war.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a blood curdling scream. I looked over to where the noise came from, and I felt so much guilt build up inside of me. Molly Weasely, the woman who took me under her wing, and showed me what having a family is like was screaming over the dead body of Fred Weasley.

No amount of words could ever make the loss of Fred Weasley. No amount of hugs or condolences could ever sooth the pain away that the entire Weasley family is feeling right now. "Morrigan, please don't feel guilt." I heard Hermione say to me, but no reassurances could make that guilt go away. A part of me will always feel like this is my fault. The war started because of me, and it ended because of me. I will always feel the weight of their deaths on my shoulders. "It's pointless, Hermione. I will always blame myself for their deaths." I said as tears ran down my face. I was trying to hold it together. I was trying not to have a breakdown in the middle of the great hall.

"Morrigan Astra Peverell!" I heard Mrs. Weaselys scream at me. I slowly turned around to look at the distraught woman. She looked so angry. "Don't you dare ever blame yourself for Fred's death. The only people to blame are Voldemort's followers. My Freddy died for a good cause. Because of him. Because of you. Because of every damn person in this great hall a tyrant who would've destroyed this world, has been defeated. So no, don't you dare blame yourself. This is war, and in war there are casualties." Mrs. Weasley said with extreme conviction. I walked over to the woman I look to as a mother figure, and hugged her tightly. It was in that moment when I finally broke down. The death of my parents. My horrible childhood. The constant trials and tribulations, heartbreak, and anxiety I've had to deal with. The death of Dumbledore, and Professor Snape. It all came crashing down around me, and I realized I'm not okay. This war has changed me. I'll never be the same girl I was before Ron, Hermione, an I started the horcrux hunt.

I hugged Mrs. Weasley, and cried for what felt like hours. I screamed, I sobbed, and she just sat there and held me, and whispered reassurances into my ear. She reassured me that everything might not be okay right now, but with time, and patience, everything will be okay one day. Maybe not now, or tomorrow, or a month from now, but eventually I'll be okay. But for now I'm gonna grieve for all the loved ones I've lost. For my parents. For Sirius. For Remus and Nymphadora. For Freddy. And for Dumbledore. May they Rest In Peace.

-3 Weeks Later-

It's been 3 weeks since the end of the war. Since the Death of Freddy, Remus, and Nymphadora. Teddy is currently staying with his grandmother, Andromeda. I'm not in the right state of mind to be looking after my godson right now, and Andromeda understands that. I'm currently staying at Grimmauld place. Being here doesn't ease the ache in my heart, but it does give me some sort of comfort knowing that my godfather once resided here, no matter how dark and dingy this place is, his presence still lingers here. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss that man. He was the only one who really understood me. He understood the pressure I was under, and he always would reassure me that no matter what happened, my parents would be proud of me.

My parents. The topic of my parents is a difficult thing to talk about. I barely remember my parents. I remember my fathers bright blue eyes, and his boisterous laugh. I remember my mother's beautiful voice, and how it would always soothed me back to sleep, but if you ask me if I remember anything else, I would say no. Sirius and Remus never did eat around to collecting the memories they had of my parents, so I could view them. That's one of the things that hurts the most, is that I'm all alone now. Yes, I have the Weasley family, plus my best friends, but they will start to live their own lives, and that just makes me realize that I'm at a standstill. I have no idea what I want to do with my life, now that I can actually live it.

I could become an auror, or I could become a healer, but if you asked me if either one of those professions sparked my interest, or if I could see myself still being one of them fifteen years from now, I would tell you straight up, no; and to be honest, nothing is sparking my interest lately. I'm still grieving. I'm wallowing in my depression, but besides all the stuff that's happening around me. I have a gut feeling that my world is about to change, and I don't know if it's for the better, or worse.

It's been an entire month since the end of the war, and I'm currently staying at the burrow. Mrs. Weasley floo called me yesterday yelling at me to stop wallowing in my depression, and to get my butt to the burrow. Bloody hell, that woman can be scary when she's mad. I will say that being surrounded by my best friends is starting to make me feel better, but I can't help but feel like something is going to happen soon, it's a constant nagging feeling in my gut that I can't get rid of.

"Morrigan did you hear what I said?" I heard Ginny Weasley say as she brought me out of my inner thoughts. "No, what did you say Ginny?" Ginny just looked at me with the 'are you serious' face. "Seriously Morg, you've been spacing out a lot lately. Are you sure your okay? Don't you think it would be a good idea to see that mind healer my mother recommended?" Ginny said to me with a look of determination. "Honestly Gin, I'm fine. I just have a lot on my mind right now." She didn't say anything to me, she just came over to me, and gave me a hug as if to silently tell me I'm not alone.

All of my friends are currently sitting around the table in the kitchen at Grimmauld place. Ginny, Ron, Hermione, George, Neville, Angelina, Katie, Lee, Dean, Seamus, and Luna are all here with me. Everyone is laughing and carrying on as if we didn't just end a war two months ago, but just watching everyone smile and laugh makes me feel an amount of contentment I've never felt before.

George is currently filling everyone in on his latest prank product when suddenly hear a tap on the kitchen window. "I wonder who that could be?" I thought to myself.

"Oi, Morg, who's writing to you?" Ron asked, and everyone else nodded in agreement. "Hold your horses Ronald! And honestly I have no idea who could be writing me." I said as I walked over to the kitchen window to receive the letter attached to the owls leg.

"Kreacher!" I yelled. "Yes, Mistress Peverell? What can Kreacher be doings for his mistress?" I looked at him for a second. He was such a pathetic little thing, no wonder Sirius never got along with him. "Can you please get me some owl treats?"

"Of course, mistress. Kreacher lives to serve the House of Black and Peverell," he popped away real quick, reappeared with the owl treats, and popped away again to do god knows what. I took the letter, and gave the owl a treat. It flew away right after that, so whoever write to me isn't expecting a reply. I looked at the envelop, and ripped it open.

Dear Mrs. Peverell,

May your gold flow like a river, and your enemies flee before you. Gringotts greets you, Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell. We are writing to inform you that we have come across certain information that is in need of further discussion at the most convenient time you are avalible. I will inform you that the information we here at gringotts wish to share with you is case sensitive, and the quicker we meet, the quicker we can find a solution. Attached to. this letter is a port key. All you have to say is 'gold', and it will bring you immediately to my office. May your blade be ever sharp, and your vaults filled with gold.

Gurk,

Account Manager for the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell

My mind is running a mile a minute. I wonder what case sensitive information the goblins wished to share with me. There's only way I'm going to find out, but first let me check with everyone, and let them know that I'll be stepping out for awhile.

"Hey guys, I just got a letter from my account manager at gringotts saying he has case sensitive information he must share with me, so I need to step out for awhile, and go meet him. Is everyone okay staying here till I get back?" I said to my friends while they looked at me with blank faces.

"What do you mean case sensitive information?" Hermione screeched. "Just what I said Hermione. Apparently it's important enough where I have to go speak to him in person, so don't work yourself up over it. I'll be gone for awhile." I said to everyone. They all just looked at me like I had three heads.

"We'll make sure that if it's life changing to call one of us. We'll be there if you need us, Morg. You're not alone." Ginny said to me. Ever since the end of the war Ginny has made it her life's mission to reassure me everyday that I'm never alone, that she'll always be here for me, and for that I'm grateful.

As I stepped out of Grimmauld place I touched the letter, and said 'gold'. I felt a tug at my navel, and suddenly I appeared in a regal, and luxurious looking office. I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around, and came face to face with the Peverell account manager. I've never met him before, so I have no idea what I'm getting myself into.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gurk, sir." I greeted him. He was surprised, but he quickly put his mask back on.

"What can I do for you, and who exactly are you, miss?" Gurk asked.

"My name is Morrigan Astra Peverell, sir. I'm here on some business. I received your letter just awhile ago, and I figured since you mentioned in the letter stating that you need to share case sensitive information with me, that you wished to see me urgently." I said.

"Very well, Miss Peverell, have a seat, please." He said, directing me to a chair right in front of his desk.

"Now Miss Peverell, I want to start out with a blood test, and an inheritance test, then we can go from there. Is that alright with you?" He said.

"Of course not, sir. Time is a valuable thing." I said to him hoping to ease down the tension.

"Alright, Miss Peverell. And yes, time is valuable, especially to us goblins who simply want to get down to business. Now once you take this blood test it will show you if there are any blocks, or spells present on you." He said.

"Thank you, Master Gurk, for being so patient with me, and please call me Morrigan." I said.

"Very well, Morrigan. Please put 5 drops of blood on this parchment." He said, placing a magical dagger near me. I sliced my palm, and put 5 drops of blood on it. I sat there, and observed it. A few seconds later words started appearing, and my blood ran cold.

Blood Test

Name: Morrigan Astra Peverell

Father: Thanatos Onyx Peverell (Alive) (Known World Traveler) (Living in Westeros)

Mother:Jamie Lynn Potter (Deceased)

Uncle: James Fleamont Potter (Alive) (In Hiding)

Godparents:

Sirius Orion Black (Deceased)

Alice Longbottom (Declared insane)

Power:

Core: Greater than Merlin

Core Color: Gold

Blocks and Potions:

Magical Core: 80% (Blocked by Albus Percival Wolfric-Brian Dumbledore)

Loyalty Potion (Keyed to Light Magic, Gryffindors, Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Percy Weasley, Minerva McGonagall)

Hatred Potion (Keyed to The Malfoy's, Dark Magic, Severus Snape Slytherins, Death Eaters)

Love Potion (Keyed to Percy Willas Weasley by Albus Percival Wolfric-Brian Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley)

Submission Spell (placed by Albus Percival Wolrfic-Brian Dumbledore)

Abilities: (Blocked by Albus Percival Wolfric-Brian Dumbledore)

Photogenic Memory (100% Blocked)

Editic Memory (100% Blocked)

Natural Occumency (100% Blocked)

Natural Legilimency (100% Blocked)

Wandless Magic (90% Blocked)

Animagus (Phoenix, Shadow Wolf) (100% Blocked)

Beast Speaking (100% Blocked)

Parsletongue (80% Broken)

Parslemagic (100% Blocked)

Non-Verbal Magic (100% Blocked)

Death Magic (100% Blocked)

Elemental Magic (100% Blocked)

Inheritance Test

Lady to:

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Gaunt

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Gryffindor

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Ravenclaw

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter

Rightful Queen of the Most Ancient and Most Royal House of Peverell (descended from Westeros)

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Emrys

Lady to the Anicent and Most Noble House of Lefay

Lady to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Pendragon

Illegal Marriage Contract: with Percy Willas Weasley (Set up by Albus Percival Wolfric-Brian Dumbledore, Arthur Weasley, and Molly Weasley)

Titles:

The-Girl-Who-Lived

The Chosen One

The-Woman-Who-Conquered

The Mistress of Death

Familiars:

Winter Wolf- Anubis

Ice Dragon- Azrael

Properties:

Too many to list

Vaults:

Too many to list (lets just say that she's the most richest person to ever exist)

"Morrigan if you have no problem we do have a ritual available that can remove all these blocks from you. It will cost you only 5 galleons," Gurk said to me, and I nodded in approval while I was trying to contain my anger. And Gurk knew I was trying to contain it.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me, Morrigan. And I promise to answer them with the best of my abilities." Gurk said to reassure me.

And he was right, I had a lot of questions to ask. Like how is my father still alive? What the hell is a known world traveler? if he is still alive then what really happened the night of October 31, 1981? Why the hell is there an illegal marriage contract set up between Percy and I? Why are all of these blocks on me? And most importantly, were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley setting me up? Wh he hell were they stealing from me? Did Ron, Ginny, The Twins, and Hermione know of this betrayal? Things are simply not adding up, and I'm absolutely petrified of learning the truth.

"Um Gurk, I do have a few questions. How is my father still alive? And why does it say 'known world traveler' by his name? What are all of these blocked doing on me? And most importantly how long have Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Percy Weasley been stealing from me? Also can we stop this illegal marriage contract?" I said to Gurk with a hint of hesitation.

"Yes, I figured that would be the first question you would ask for me, and to be honest this is why I had sent you a letter in the first place. We received word from your father a couple of weeks ago, asking to get in contact with you. Now, we had to research the validity of this claim because everyone in the Wizarding Britain thinks he is dead. For the other things, we can figure that out once we deal with the issue of your father." He said with a no nonsense face.

How could this be? This entire time he's been alive? Where the hell has he been? Did he not want me? Did my mothers death affect him so hard that he just couldn't take care of me? I had so many questions that I wasn't getting answers to that my magic started to lost control. And on top of that, people that I considerd family have betrayed me in the worst way possible!

"Now, the topic of your father. Which I'm sure is a very sensitive topic for us to speak about, but there is information that you must know. First, the Peverell family is not originally from here. They descend from a completely different world. So when it said 'known world traveler' and 'living in Westeros' by your fathers name, that's literally what it meant." Gurk said.

I looked at him totally confused. Yes, magic is possible, but world traveling, it's just simply not possible. My brain is trying so hard to comprehend this information, but all I can think about is the fact that my father is alive.

"Now I know you must be confused, and trust me I was as well when we received word from father from the world called Westeros. World traveling is a very complex piece of magic that your father is somehow skilled in. Now, he has left you a letter explaining everything that you need to know, so why don't you read the letter while I go and set up the ritual room for the cleansing ritual we must perform to unlock your magic," He said in exasperation.

I can't blame him. Essentially my entire world has been flipped upside down in the matter of minutes. If what he says is true, then reuniting with my father is now my number one priority, and if I have to literally move to be with him, then that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.

"Of course Gurk, that would be wise. That way we don't waste anymore time." I said with a hint of gratitude.

"Precisely, Morrigan. Here's the letter we received from your father. I shall be back soon," he said leaving his office, and leaving me with this letter that could possibly change my future. I hesitantly opened the letter.

My Dearest Morrigan,

Your probably upset at the moment and I don't blame you, my daughter. Things are about to change in your life, and I am so sorry to be the bringer of that change, but I miss you, Morrigan. There is so much I have to say, and so little parchment to explain where I have been for the last 17 years. To put it bluntly, I was saved the night of October 31st, 1981. It seems like such a long time ago, but there hasn't been a day that has gone by that I have not thought of you.

Morrigan, our family is not originally from what you call 'Wizarding Britain'. We are descendants from a powerful family that use to live in, and rule a portion of a land in a world called 'Westeros'. I know you must think that I'm crazy, but bare with me please, my daughter.

We come from a long line of kings and queens who ruled over a vast kingdom called 'the great north'. It's beautiful here, Morrigan. The people, the culture, the religion, everything about this place is simply majestic. Now our history is long, and can be confusing. I can't explain it all in this letter, but what I can explain is that our descendants of our family were brutally murdered by Aegon Targaryen, and his sister wives in 1 AC.

It was brutal, Morrigan. What was done to our family is simply barbaric. Our family was the most powerful back in those days. We had our magic, and our ice dragons. Yes Morrigan, we come from a long line of Ice Dragon Riders. It's insane, I know, but when Aegon the Conqueror came to conqueror the great north, he was almost defeated, but at the last minute he retreated. He never realized how powerful our family truly was.

Now our downfall came at the hands of very dark magic. Magic that death would never even touch, but that is how he defeated our descendants. We lost not only our home, but we lost the ice dragons, or so we thought. You see the night of the massacre, the first brother Antioch Peverell managed to escape with his life. Now this is where the world traveling comes in.

You probably may not be aware, but you are the Mistress of Death. Death has the ability to travel between worlds, and our descendant, Antioch Peverell was once the Master of Death. On the run, and in desperation Antioch called on death and asked if there was any way to save him, and death did just that. He saved him, and sent him to where you are now. It was in Wizarding Britain where he set up his roots, and that's how we came to be.

It's a crazy story, Morrigan, but it's the truth. The night of October 31st, 1981, death saved me. Now I'm not his master, but apparently he couldn't sit by and watch me dies, so as your father he felt it was only right to save me, so that in the future we could be reunited. Now I didn't expect him to send me to a different world, and I'll let him explain why he sent me back to the world where our family met their downfall. All you have to do is call upon him.

But while I can't tell you why he sent me here, I can tell you that it was the best decision, and I don't regret being here, I love it here. I'll be honest with you, Morrigan, I don't see myself coming back to your world. I know hearing me say that must make you angry, or maybe even break your heart, but this world needs me. This world will need you, Morrigan.

The people who currently rule over the great north are the Targaryens. They are dragon riders descendants from a place called Valyrian. They don't even live up here. The current king, Rhaegar Targaryen doesn't rule from up here, he rules the great north from down south in a place called Kings Landing. It's essentially the capital city, it's blasphemy.

While here, I've learned our history, and I was reunited with a family called the Starks. They were the most loyal banner men our family had back then. They are still loyal to us, in secret. When I made my way to winterfell, and the current lord whose name is Rickard Stark met me, and he fell into tears, Morrigan.

Of course he fell into tears after I proved to be who I was, but that's besides the point. You won't understand unless you were here. Basically there is a rebellion looming, my daughter, and I'm at the center of it. I know, you're probably wondering why? Well before Aegon the Conqueror invaded the great north, our family ruled it with an iron fist. We ruled these vast lands for more than 8,000 years. I am the rightful king of the great north, and as my only living child, you are the crown princess.

Now I didn't come here to start a rebellion. I came here because death sent me here, and I had no way back to you, so I had to make the best of my situation. After learning who I was, the Starks took me under their wing, and taught me everything. Word eventually spread across the north of my return, and I will say the last 20 years have been hard on the north. Morrigan, they are suffering. The south have a different way of life. They sing different songs. They believe in different gods. Magic is dying in this world, Morrigan, and only the Mistress of Death can save it.

Luckily my arrival hasn't been made aware to the dragon king in the south, and I'm hoping it stays that way for the time being. As I was saying before, the people in the north are not happy with the Targaryens, and they want me to rebel. In secret they even call me the King in the North. The Starks are the main family behind the unrest in this country, but the banner men loyal to the Starks are just as restless as them, and they are desperate. The Starks are aware of your existence. They are pleased that I have an heir, and they expect you to home, Morrigan. I want you to come home, my daughter.

I know you probably have friends there, and a life, but the great north needs you. I don't know how long until Rhaegar Targaryen finds out about me, but I fear it won't the long until he gets on his dragon, and flies north.

So please, as your father please think this through. I will support whatever choice you make. From what the goblin told me, you are a natural born leader, something the great north needs, and I implore you to call upon death after you finish reading this letter, so he can explain everything to you, but please make a decision as fast as you can.

I know you're probably mad at me, but please know that I love you more than life itself. There is nothing I want more than to be reunited with you, so please, Morrigan, come home.

With all my love,

Thanatos Onyx Peverell

As I finished reading the letter I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I cried. My father was alive. Yes, he was in a different world, but he was alive and he wanted to be reunited with me. Of course, I'm angry, but my longing to see my father, pushed that anger to the back of my mind.

Meanwhile in Westeros

"Do you think she'll come?" Brandon Stark asked his best friend. If you were to ask Brandon Stark, the current heir to the winterlands, Thanatos Peverell would make an amazing king, but deep down Brandon knows his friend will take the fall for the rumored unrest in the north.

"Honestly, I hope she does." Thanatos Peverell said to the man he considered one of his best friends. Brandon Stark was a brother in all but blood. If my daughter did come home, and I met my demise by the hands of the dragon king, I know my daughter will be safe. The Starks are the family behind the unrest, but I will gladly take the blame, if it meant my daughter would be safe.

"With what you've told my family, and I, and the portrait you have of her, your daughter will be a force to be reckoned with. She's also according to my sons, and nephews, 'the beauty of the realm'. We'll have to keep the boys at bay, if our princess shall return." Brandon said to me while trying to not laugh at the horrified look on my face.

'Yes my daughter is beautiful, but she's more than that, Brandon! If what the goblins told me is true, my daughter is a natural born leader. She's already a master at the bow, and long sword in her world, but if she would at least return at least she knows how to defend herself." I said sternly. I'm proud that my daughter can defend herself, but I'm not happy with how beautiful she is. In Westeros there are a lot of beautiful women, but my daughter is out worldly, and sometimes that can be a curse!

"Either way, she's our only hope, Than." Brandon said with a look of desperation. He's been giving me that look everyday for the last year.

"I know, my friend, I know." I said with a look of hope and sadness.

Meanwhile back in Wizarding Britain

I officially have been cleansed of all potions, and blocks. I have taken my ladyships, and I have destroyed that blasted marriage contract that Dumbledore set up with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"Now that's done, can we talk about my father now." I said to my account manager, sternly.

"Yes, we can. I assure you, we can figure this out, and according to what your father said all you have to do is call upon death. I'm afraid us goblins are in the dark about death. We essentially know about death magic, but we have no information about what it means to be the Mistress of Death." Gurk said.

"That's alright, Gurk. Now shall I call upon him, so we can get this show on the road? I'm a bit hungry." I said while simultaneously my stomach started to growl.

"Death."

"Hello, Mistress."

I was completely flabbergasted. What my father said was true. Wow, I'm the Mistress of Death.

"Hello death, do you mind telling me why my father is in another world?" I screeched while throwing my hands in the air. My patience has run thin. All I want are some damn answers.

"Because that's where he belongs, and you belong there too, but we'll get to that later, mistress." Death said, vaguely.

The nerve of this deity. The time to be vague is not now. I need answers, and I want them now.

"Now death, that was very vague. Could you please elaborate on why you think my father and I belong in another world?" I asked the deity that was looking at me with a smug smirk on his handsome face.

"Your descendants were only supposed to stay in this world temporarily. Essentially you don't belong here because your magic doesn't belong here, and no I'm not going to explain why your magic doesn't belong here. You just need to know that part of your magic is still not unlocked. It will only unlock when you enter the world of Westeros and reunite with your father." Death said to me.

"You mean to tell me I have more magic in me than the magic I already have?" I said to death in exasperation. He was being dead serious with the look he was giving me.

"Yes you do, mistress. Unfortunately I am not at liberty to unlock it until you are back in Westeros. I will tell you that there is a prophecy at play in Westeros. I know, mistress, I know how much you hate prophecies, but this supposed prophecy revolves around the Targaryen Royal Family, and it involves you somehow. I don't why it involves you, but King Rhaegar is currently unaware of your existence." He said to me as if he was telling me to not defy him.

"Okay so hypothetically if I do choose to go to Westeros, and reunite with my father, can I bring some friends?" I asked death with an innocent smile.

"Pfft, no you may not, mistress. You and your father belong there. You and your father are the only ones who can defeat the great darkness that lurks beyond the wall in the great north, and no, I'm not gonna give you a history lesson. You'll learn all about your homeland once you arrive in winterfell." He said.

"Well since I can't bring any of my friends, can I at least say goodbye to them? You can at least give me that couresty, death!" I practically yelled at him. I can't believe this is what my life has come to.

Mistress of Death. World Traveling. Long lost fathers coming back from the dead. Backstabbing greedy arseholes. I still have yet to figure out if Ron, Ginny, George, and Hermione knew of the stealing, and illegal marriage contract. So yes, death better give me this courtesy to sort out my affairs.

"Yes mistress, I can give you that courtesy. It's the least I can do since you are practically sacrificing your life here to live in a new one in a whole new world. Also another thing; the goblins are currently putting your entire inheritance which includes heirlooms, jewelry, and books into a trunk that has an expandable charm on it. I won't allow you to go to a new world empty handed." Death said to me.

"You're acting like I already said, YES!" I said to the deity.

"You really don't have a choice, mistress." Death said with a smirk.

I just sat there looking at home with a sad face. So this is it, my life in this world is over. I guess the only good thing out of this whole ordeal is that I'll be reunited with my father.

"Alright death, you win. I'll go to this new world, but you must promise me to drop me from where my father is at. I'll be going in there blinded. I essentially know nothing about this world except what my father has told me." I said to death in defeat.

"Wonderful, mistress. Now while the goblins are getting your inheritance together to take with you to Westeros, why don't you go back to Grimmauld place, and say bye to your friends. I'll go with you if you'd like. That way you don't look too crazy in front of everyone." Death said jokingly except I didn't take it as a damn joke.

"I do have to confront them about the stealing, and illegal marriage contract. So let's get this over with, death. Shall we?" I questioned the deity.

"Right after you, mistress." He bows, mockingly.

I grab some floo powder, and step into the fireplace, and shout 'Grimmauld place'. Back in Grimmauld place I step out of the floo, and come face to face with all of my friends, and of course, one of the backstabbing Ares holes is here. I can't wait to give them a piece of my mind.

"DID YOU KNOW RON, GEORGE, GINNY, AND HERMIONE?" I said as I threw a copy of my inheritance test in front of Hermione who snatches it up, and reads what it says. I watch as Mrs. Weasley tries to take it from her, but Hermione doesn't allow her to. I noticed Hermione paled a bit.

"Morrigan, I swear I knew nothing about this! I would never, you're my best friend. My sister is all but blood, I would never betray you." Hermione said while trying to choke back her sobs.

I didn't move, or say a thing as I watched Ron, Ginny, George, Bill, and Charlie read the inheritance test. By the looks of it, they didn't know about the stealing, and illegal marriage contract. I watched as Ron's face became as red as his hair. I have never seen him this mad.

"Ron, don't. They're not worth it." I said to my best friend.

"NOT WORTH IT! NOT FUCKING WORTH IT? ARE YOU CRAZY MORRIGAN? THEY STOLE FROM YOU. THEY SET UP AN ILLEGAL MARRIAGE CONTRACT THAT ESSENTIALLY MADE YOU A SLAVE TO PERCY, AND GAVE HIM YOUR ENTIRE INHERITANCE, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT?" Ron screams at me. I know he wasn't angry at me, but with Percy and his partners. Ron has always been extra protective of me. He is my brother in all but blood, like Hermione and Ginny are my sisters in all but blood.

"Now wait a minute, young lady. It was for the greater good, and as far as I'm concerned we earned it having to put up with you for the last seven years." Mrs. Weasley said to me with her hands on her hips. This woman had a lot of nerve to even speak to me after what she did to me.

"Excuse me? For the greater good. Well you wanna know what I think about your damn greater good Molly Weasley? FUCK YOUR GRETER GOOD, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BACKSTABBING BANSHEE WAILING NO GOOD BITCH! You wanna know where I just came from? I just came from gringotts, you no longer have access to my vaults Mrs. Weasley. You should be expecting a visit from Amelia Bones and Kingsley Shacklebolt here soon. I've already let them know of all the money you stole from me along with your husband and son. Where are they by the way? I said to her with a smug smirk on my pretty face.

"I believe I am needed at home." Mrs. Weasley said while simultaneously running for the floo to flee. Fucking cowards. Good riddance. Now I just need to face my friends.

"Well that was entertaining. Oh, and by the way I will be leaving soon. For good." I said to my friends nonchalantly. Knowing them they're about to hound me with questions that I don't feel like answering.

"What do you mean you're leaving, for good? Where are you going? Why are you leaving? Are you not happy with your life here?" Are all the questions my friends are practically shouting at me. I'm gonna have a headache by the end of the night.

"Guys. Guys. GUYS!" I practically shouted at them. They all look at me with wide eyes.

"I can't tell you everything, but what I can tell you is that my father is still alive, and I'm going to be reunited with him. He's in hiding, which means I have to go into hiding too." I boldly lie to my friends.

They start shooting off more questions, and honestly I can't take much more of this.

"Death."

"Mistress, are you ready to leave?" Dear said to me with a small smile on his face. If I'm being honest with myself, I am ready to leave. Yes, it sucks that I'll be leaving behind my friends that have been there with me through everything, but my father, and my people need me more.

"Yes death, I am. Could you explain to them why I must leave?" I said to death in desperation. Because I honestly don't know how to explain it without telling the real truth.

My friends are looking between Death and I, clearly confused. I hate having to do this, but sacrifices must be mad.

"I don't want to leave you guys, but I have to. I know you guys say you need me, and I need you too. I love you guys, all of you. You have been with me through everything, but my father needs me more, and you guys know how much I have yearned for a family. The fact that my father is alive, I can't let this opportunity go by." I said while trying to not choke on my sobs.

I never knew saying goodbye could be this hard. I will never see these people again. I'm leaving everything I know and love behind, for the next great adventure.

My friends look at each other, and nod their heads. I guess they're finally accepting this. It's not like they have a choice. I was gonna leave with or without their approval.

"We understand, Morrigan. It's just hard to realize that you'll be gone, and we'll never see you again. What you're saying is true right, we'll never see you again?" Ginny said, looking at me with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, this is true Ginny. This will be the last time we are seeing each other. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. You guys deserve at least an explanation." I said to my friends while trying not to cry.

"Mistress, it's time." Death said to me.

"Morrigan, you haven't even given us a real explanation. These has to be more to the story other than your father is alive, and he simply wants to reunite with you." Hermione shouted at me while simultaneously a portal opened in the middle of the kitchen.

"Here's your trunk, mistress. Now the portal I'm opening will take you straight to winterfell which is where your father is currently residing." Death said to me quickly.

I looked back at my friends for the final time, and looked at death again. "Will they be okay?" I asked him. I needed reassurance that my friends will be okay.

"Yes mistress, they will be okay. Now hold on, I need to change your outfit. You can't very well go through the portal looking like that." Death said to me as he moved his hand in an intricate pattern in front of my body.

While death was doing that, I looked back at my friends who were looking at death and I, completely flabbergasted.

"I can't explain everything, Hermione. You just need to know that I'm the Mistress of Death. Death, himself, is taking me to be reunited with my father wherever he is hiding. He's the only one who can do it. I know you guys are confused, but please know that I must do this. I don't have a choice, but I need you guys to know that I'll never forget any of you. I love you guys." I said while walking closer to the portal. I could hear my friends calling out for me, but they couldn't move. Death is obviously taking precautions in case one of my friends tries to intervene.

"Now again, like I said before, once you step through the portal you'll be standing in Winterfell's courtyard. Now I have alerted your father of your arrival, and let me tell you, he is excited. I've never seen him smile so big." Death said to me.

I look down at my outfit. I'm in full body armor. What the hell, death! Why am I dressed like I'm going into battle?

"Death, why am I dressed like I'm going to be leading an army into battle? Is this some sick joke? I know I can fight. I know I can use a bow, and a longsword, but surely winterfell isn't in the middle of a war zone!" I said to death in confusion.

"You must make a good impression on your people. Your father has gathered your family's most loyal bannermen for your arrival. Apparently Lady Ashara is even organizing a feast in your honor. Now, once you step through that portal there is no going back, mistress. Do you understand?" Death asked me.

This is it. I'm really doing this.

"I completely understand, death. I'm ready for the next great adventure." I said with a smile.

"Alright, mistress, I believe you. Now before you go, I must give you something important. Here is your ancestor's sword. It doesn't have a name yet, so name it well. The armor you are wearing is the armor Antioch Peverell wore when he traveled to this world. I had to make a few revisions, but it fits you perfectly, and lastly your crown." Death said to me as he put a beautiful circlet on my head.

"Thank you death, but I think the circlet is a little too much for now, but I promise to keep it safe." I said with gratitude.

"Off you go now, but remember if you ever need me, all you need to do is call upon me, and I shall come. Good luck, mistress." Death said as he disappeared into the shadows.

I hesitated for a second, but I took a deep breath, and stepped through the portal.

I opened my eyes, and I met the icy blue eyes that are exactly like mine. This must be him. This must be Thanatos Onyx Peverell, my father. He's very handsome. He's currently wearing the biggest smile on his face as he looks at me with so much pride in his eyes. It seems that we're in Winterfell's courtyard. Knowing that I made it here, I take another deep breath, and take another step forward.

"Hello, Father."