Chapter 1

Hogwarts, 2453

Harry sat on a rock looking over the Black Lake as she observed the ruins of Hogwarts. The Forbidden Forest has taken over most of the ground over the last 400 years since its destruction. It stood as a monument to the darkest time in magical history when to war with the Muggles led to its destruction.

As the Master of Death, Harry had watched her world crumble and change. There had been many places of her youth taken by Time, but neither Time nor Death would take her. She had become the silent watcher looking on as Time passed around her but leaving her untouched; it was her curse to bear as the Master of Death. She watched as her Godson grew from the happy baby she raised, to the devoted father that married his schoolyard sweetheart, to the Soldier that fought and died for the freedom of Magic. Since Teddy died and his children and their children, she felt her ties to this world slowly break along with her heart.

However, Harry has not sat idly by as the world changed around her. Harry had fought in two wars. The revelation of the Magical World brought one war on and the other, as humans explored the stars. The horrors that she had witnessed in those wars had led her to find a way to leave her reality or die trying.

She had all her earthly possessions in a shrunken truck and sealing into a runic array that was inked into her skin. She no longer used a wooden wand; even if she had wanted to use a wooden wand, the process to make them had been lost. Her holly wand had finally been destroyed around 300 years ago in a fire that should have killed her, but as the Master of Death, she was forced to come back and pick up the pieces of her life.

After the first war, magical technology advanced due to the forced cooperation of the Magi and the Mundane. So now she used a clear Generator quartz crystal as her main foci; the crystal was attached to a silver bracelet and enhanced with runes. Harry also used two magic fuelled pistols, known as Casting Assisted Device pistols, or CAD for short. CAD devices had become popular after the first war, as much of the Magi's knowledge had been lost.

She still had the Deathly Hallows as they would never leave her side for long. She wore the stone on her right thumb, the wand was in a dragonhide holster on her left arm, and she had the cloak sealed into her left palm. She only used the elder wand sparingly; it was too dangerous for everyday use.

She wore a burgundy leather trench coat made from the Basilisk that she had slain, along with dragonhide boots gifted to her by Charlie Weasley on her 23rd birthday. That birthday had been the last day Harry had aged as she came into her entire magical inheritance. She wore a form-fitting magi-tech jumpsuit under her trench coat that enhanced her wandless abilities. Her glasses were long gone; she had fixed her eyes centuries ago.

Harry rose from the rock and gave one last goodbye to the final reminder of her past with a sigh. She then turned on her foot, and with a small pop, Harry apparated to the entrance of the Department of Mysteries. The location had been lost to time, and only she knew where the original British Ministry was after its destruction and collapse in 2020. It had been one of the first places lost in the opening salvos of the First Magi War.

Although Harry had been to the Department of Mysteries before, it was only a faint memory. The department was barren as almost everything that could be taken had been raided centuries before. It took her several minutes and use of occumency to remember the way to the Death Chamber. While Harry had researched the effects of the Veil of Death, she was not entirely sure what would happen when she went through, but there were only three options that had been theorized. Death, nothing, or it would transport her to another place.

As she came to the Death Chamber, she could hear the whispers from the Veil. They pulled her forwards, and almost in a trance, she walked up the platform. Harry came to the Veil, closed her eyes and let herself fall through.

When she opened her eyes, what greeted her was a white version was King's Cross; it was her version of the crossroads to Death. However, the last time she had been here, she had been 17 and had martyred herself at Voldermort's hand.

She looked around to find a man in a black suit sitting on a bench, and he was waving her over. She walked over and sat down next to him.

He was rather unnervingly beautiful with short, messy raven black hair and green eyes that matched her own. Everything was perfect about him; you could have folded him in half, and both sides would be perfectly identical. The man looked like her healthier and more beautiful twin. Harry would have mistaken him from her father if not for green eyes.

"Hello, Harriett." The man greeted.

"Hello, Death." Harry instinctively knew who he was.

"Well, we are at a bit of an impasse here because normally, I would heal your body then shove your soul back in. In this case, that would not work because the Veil quite effectively destroyed your body." Death said.

"So I'm finally dead." The relief was palatable in her voice.

"No."

And with that one word, her hopes were dashed, and tears of frustration built up in her eyes.

"As you are my Master, I cannot take your soul," he explained. "But as you no longer have a body, I can't send you back. So now you have a choice. I will be creating you a new body but where you go from now is up to you. I can send you back to your home reality, or I can send you somewhere new."

Harry opened her mouth to answer but was cut off when Death raised his hand.

"Before you make your choice know that you will no longer be Human. Your new body will be based on my being and your first ancestors who arrived on Earth. Creation is a new experience for me, and I have no idea how this will affect you. If you do choose to leave, you will be bound by the laws of that reality and unable to return." Death explained.

Harry's mind turned, but she already knew that she could never go back, so her choice was already made.

"I will go." Her voice was unwavering even if her mind was not. "I can't go back, not after everything that has happened."

Death gave her a small smile. "Everything changes; you cannot escape nor run from that fact."

"How can I stay with the people that essential exterminated my kind. The Magi, as they call themselves, are a pale shadow of the people that we once were. Those that have survived are now slaves of their Mundaine masters. I've helped them as much as I can, but I can't be the Saviour again. There is too much pain for me to stay, and if I were to stay, I would only be hunted." Harry said with haunted eyes as she remembered the atrocity that had been committed in her 472 years.

"This new world may not be any better." Death stated.

"But it would be new. There would be no expectations or hopes pined on me." Harry said, exhausted as her years weighed on her.

Death looked into Harry's matching eyes and found her determination. Then with a smile, he leaned forwards and kissed her forehead.

"My Master, I will grant you your wish for a new start, and I will give you a boon. You will find happiness in this new world in the form of soulmates, but your journey will not be easy."

Harry felt her body warm as Death's magic started to flow through her body. She felt her soul begin to leave this realm. She threw her arms around Death's neck and pulled him into a hug.

She smiled as she whispered into his ear. "Love is never easy, and thank you."

Her body became pure energy as she was transported away to her new life.

Cardiff, 1902

However, when she finally opened her eyes, she found herself in a cell and restrained.

Harry could only feel dread as footsteps approached.