"It's like in that moment the whole universe existed just to bring us together."- SERENDIPITY

Aífe knew, in the last moments of her life, that it was futile. Only Hermione's protean charm galleon would save her now but before she could reach it, she was hit by multiple hexes and curses.

Darkness seeped in, and Aífe was no longer lying on the pavement surrounded by Death Eaters but instead she floated between time and space. She had no body and there was no light, yet Aífe felt utterly at peace, which was such a foreign feeling to her for she became skeptical of it.

Will you live again, Mistress of Death?

She really wanted to restart her life all over again? Aífe considered that. There were lots of things she'd do differently if she got another chance. There were lots of people she could save. Sirius, Cedric, Fred, Remus, Tonks, and so many more. Aife may be a pessimist, but once upon a time she'd been a naïve little Gryffindor with a saviour complex and some of that old personality still lingered inside Aife and probably always will.

A world without Voldemort seems like a dream come true and she can take him down before he gets resurrected. This time choose a different career. A career not chasing dark wizards. One was enough and he's dead.

"You are the Mistress of Death. You have the power to decide these things. Unfortunately, You want Voldemort dead even though your own soul ties him to the world of the living, no matter what you do he will cross your path, but if you want to live again then it shall be done," Death explained patiently, but still with an amused air about her.

"What's the point if Voldemort is going to be alive ?" Aife wondered aloud. "I wanted a free world without Voldemort. I might as well be dead and move on to the next great journey. Not much to be done about that."

"You can go back in a different dimension or do it earlier," Death said calmly, as if any of this even made any sense. Aife was half convinced she was having a fever dream or became a victim of George's invention of his pranks.

"Earlier?" Aife asked, remembering eleven-year-old Tom Riddle. Since, she shared half of his soul she could go back to Tom's childhood... "How much earlier?"

"It is unwise to return to a time before you were born, young mistress. But in a different reality you would stand a real chance of change."

"Yeah, all right, that sounds bad, maybe," Aife agreed, she really didn't want to be blame for breaking the time stream. She thought for some moments longer. "If I went back to say my fifth year, would I keep my memories?"

"You would," Death said and then added, "And so would the other part of your soul."

Aife's eyes widened. "The other part of my soul? You mean Voldemort? He would get his memories back as well?"

Death nodded, and Aife was tempted to loudly shout out a big fat "No". Because it seemed like a crazy idea.

Unleashing Voldemort, with the memories of his defeat and how to avoid that, back unto the world? Madness. He wouldn't hesitate to curse her. This time he will gladly not miss this time.

Then again, what had the fucking world ever done for Aife Potter? Save for the first year of her existence, Aife had been hated and ridiculed and worshipped and discarded and hurt...she'd been hurt over and over again. So maybe the world deserved to get Voldemort back, to be hurt in return.

But no. Aife shook her head. She wasn't that cruel, no matter how much the world had run all over her. So Voldemort was out. But Tom Riddle had potential. But what distinguished between Voldemort and Tom Riddle?

That was easy enough. A soul. A complete soul.

"I have a few questions," Aife whispered, her mind reeling under all the plans and plots it was coming up with. Death nodded, so Aife carried on. "You say I can decide if I live or die, right? So I'm essentially immortal, right?"

Death gave another nod.

"Good. I'm Voldemort's permanent horcrux, so as long as I live he will live, right?"

" Yes, his soul lives in you but your no longer a horcrux." Death said while inclining her hood.

"What do you mean I'm not a horcrux? You said I have a piece of his soul in me."

"I did." Death nods. "Whoever your soul has emerged with his and his soul emerge with yours."

"Him having a piece of my soul he will have his memories?"

"Yes." Death says," You both will essentially have a second chance. Before you ask he can't be Master of Death. You will be until you decide not to for no one can be master or mistress of Death for you have collected my tools."

Aife nods at what she said and was thinking about it but some part of her still wanted to help that boy who was scared or felt like he was a freak of nature.

She had made her decision.

"Okay"

"Good luck my Mistress."

The moment Aife woke up in her younger body. Inside the cupboard under the stairs, she started doubting. Everything had seemed so simple, so reasonable when she was dead. Now, back in the land of the living, Aife felt the weight of her decisions crushing her.

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