So... I posted this a few days ago and didn't bother to write anything as an intoduction. Let's rectify this now that I'm not as lazy as I was, should we ?

This is an OS, but if asked otherwise, it could become more. Maybe a story, or maybe something else entirely where Nova doesn't do thing the same way. Anyway... True Blood doesn't belongs to me, blah blah blah... You know the music, I guess.

Nova is, reaally, tinyly, a fem!Harry, billions of years later. Since the HP universe in not quoted once, I didn't bother to make it a crossover. And it doesn't matter anyway.

Enjoy ! :)

PS : for people who already read this, there is some little modifications. Up to you to read again or not :)

How long does it take to become an Elder? One hundred years? for a human, perhaps. Five hundred years? for a fairy, perhaps. A thousand years? for a vampire, perhaps.

For a God? There is no more number, no count, no more years, seconds or hours, there is just its existence.

How to stand firm when you have seen everything, experienced everything, lived everything? How to continue when you have seen the world since the Big Bang, and seen it collapse on itself in a Super Nova?

When you saw the universe expand to its limit, to implode and start from scratch? What would a year mean? A century? A millennium? When would it really be exhausting?

The answer is: never.

A hundred-year-old human feels that he has lived enough. A two-thousand-year-old fairy believes that her life has been fulfilled. A seven-thousand-year-old vampire is satisfied and will rule over his kingdom for centuries and millennia more.

The point is each species has its own mentality.

A God? It is not defined by time, nor by what it has experienced, or what it has witnessed. One God is. And that's it.

Nova did not think in the same way as her peers. It may have been the residue of her human life, billions of years earlier, but the fact remains that she had not remained for long as a mere witness.

When she had seen her universe collapse, and reset, she had followed for the first time the evolution of the world, the variations of this new universe born of the previous one and had been satisfied to observe.

When it ended in its turn? She had gone to sleep.

It was the secret, the best kept, never imagined by mortals, that the Gods, what they represented, was not omnipotence, forgiveness, or all these platitudes. Their energy, their power, allowed the world to exist, lives to exist, souls to be born and extinct. It wasn't voluntary, not conscious, it was just a part of their being that provided for the needs of the universe, and there was no intervention on their part in that, not if they didn't want to.

You will have your name the day you know who you want to be, Death had told her when he welcomed her into the realm of the gods.

She had chosen Nova, after seeing the sun in her solar system die. There wasn't really any meaning to her human name anymore, after all.

And, with this name, came a title, a role: The Destroyer of Worlds.

She hadn't chosen it, not really. That was the power in the names. She had chosen to be the end, the death, the light, and it had become by extension the end of the World. Death had smiled, nodded, and bowed to her to greet her arrival in the cosmic dimension, where she took a seat alongside the God of Creation, turning from God at the bottom of the ladder to an Almighty God.

Still, Nova took her role very little to heart. Destroyer of Worlds meant the end of an era, and she had time, in billions of years, before taking office.

She roamed the Earth when there was only the Ocean, swimming among what would one day become sharks, but were really for the moment just a cluster of cells without consciousness. She walked on the first continent, and picked the first flower, climbed the first tree, stroked the first earthly creature, and was the first to see time erode the earth and separate it into new continents, observing what she had known as Europe only vaguely shaped.

She saw Italy appear, saw the United Kingdom become an island. She saw the ancestors of men, the first fire, and their first beliefs.

Nova saw this all and remained satisfied to observe closely all the first times. The first traditions, the first ceremonies, the first languages... Then the first villages, the first cities, the first kings, the first emperors, the first wars...

She saw this all and remained satisfied to observe closely all the first times.

Time seemed to accelerate, spiraling towards evolution, hundreds after hundreds of years bringing thousands of thousands of innovations, until the cities had names she had already known, the wars she had studied took their place again.

When to stop being an observer? Nova didn't know it. It had just... happened. She had entered a library, had gone through the inaccurate history books of human stammerings on events beyond them... History was written by the victors after all.

And she saw her.

Dressed soberly, dress below the knee, braided hair, no makeup, straight back and posture worthy of a lady. It talked about education, it talked about religion, about people living in a world that no longer existed.

Nova sat in front of her, in all her chaotic glory of leather and torn T-shirt, skin covered with tattoos whose meanings were lost by the time and met her blue eyes with her own green eyes.

The girl looked at her, up and down, looked at her chaotic and silky black curls that surrounded her head in a halo, and fell down her hips, observed her cowhide leatherjacket, one of the first leather jackets to have been created in this world by the brothers Irving and Jack Schott, immigrants from Russia who lived in the United States in the 1920s.

She then looked at her T-shirt, worn and torn and revealing her tanned skin from her ribs.

And Nova can read in her eyes her admiration, her envy, and she smiles, all in white teeth and pointed canines.

"Nova," she introduces herself, reaching out.

The girl looks at her hand, calloused and covered with rings with various precious stones (the first precious stones that were refined into jewelry, and gold rings dating back to ancient Egypt and the pharaohs), and she takes it.

"Jessica," she replied softly.

Nova couldn't help it, she laughed. Long, and hard, until they were tears in her eyes, and her cheeks turned rosy. It wasn't often that she laughed like that. In this human body, she could feel, and show so much more than her Godly one.

Jessica was watching her, half fascinated by her display, half vexed because she was presently laughing at her.

"So…" Nova managed to say when her laughter calmed down enough, a smile still stretching her lips fully. "You discovered that women can actually feel pleasure."

"It's not funny," Jessica sighed, but her displayed annoyance was betrayed by her own smile.

It was not often that she saw her… friend, laugh. Nova seemed otherworldly, composed, calm and so knowledgeable. But she was also free, so free compared to her, roaming Earth like she belonged everywhere, and not under the rules of anyone except hers.

"Come on," Nova smiled, nudging her.

They were sitting at the parc, not far away from the library where they met every afternoon. It was the only place where Jessica was allowed to go on her own, and even if it wasn't the funniest place to go, it was a place where she was free to read what she wanted, without the judgmental gaze of her father on her, never knowing when he would decide that what she was doing was bad and deserved punishment.

"I didn't even know I could feel… that way," she finally said, feeling her cheeks burn now that she knew what she had felt was close to lust, and wasn't lust a sin? Her father would beet her half to death if he knew, wouldn't he? Should she confess next time she went to church?

"It's natural," Nova said with a shrug. "You're sixteen, not five. You're a woman, not a girl. And women like sex"

Jessica flinched at the forbidden word. Nova saw her reaction, she always did, and she nudged her again, getting her to watch her in the eyes, and all she saw was reassurance and peace, and she felt herself calm down.

"You didn't do anything bad, Jess," she said with confidence. "Your body, your mind, and what you are makes you feel this way. Even if you could stop this, it wouldn't be natural, not good in any way. God doesn't care if you feel like you would like a boy to kiss, or fuck or whatever you. It's not a sin, far from it. It's life to its simplest way. Attraction, love, emotions, are natural. There is no punishment for that, except in you living life by people who think they know better"

Jessica was sitting between two chairs. One was the good girls don't sin, and the other one, the one Nova had taken in this library the first time they met, was be who you want to be, and Jessica wanted so bad to be free, just like Nova showed her she was, and she could be if she let go just a little of her education.

But how could she? She lived with her family, she had to obey and follow the rules. Just a little longer. She was sixteen, it was just two more years, and she would be free, one way or another, right?

"You don't know how grateful I feel that you decided I had any merits to befriend" she finally said.

Nova smiled, not one of her sarcastic or amused one. It was a smile she only saw occasionally, a true, affective, one. A smile for her.

"You have no idea how grateful I am that I found you," she answered, and Jessica felt her heart melt with the honesty in her voice.

Nova was different, something she could maybe never be, but she was everything she ever needed. A listening ear, a friend, a big sister, just… Nova.

Nova had been to the library three days in a row without seeing Jessica.

After meeting her there more than five hundred times without fail, it left her perplexed. The only times she didn't meet her friend were on Christian holidays.

And it wasn't one of those periods.

Nova was satisfied with living like a human, using her motorcycle to get around, renting an apartment in Shreveport and eating like anyone else (she didn't need to eat, but who was she to refuse her sweet tooth?). For this reason, she hadn't felt the need to mark Jessica with her powers.

Right now? She regretted. Knowing where she was and how she was doing at every moment would have saved her from this situation. Jessica's family life was not happy, it was a story of deprivation, abuse, and stifling expectations.

It was not Nova's role to change that, and she had offered her emotional support to her friend more than once, listening to her pronounce her complaints, formulate them freely, and without ever judging her (judging... it was a mortal thing).

But still, Jessica was gone. And Nova wasn't happy.

She walked out of the library, got on her motorcycle again, and drove. She drove to the surrounding forest, then walked a few hundred meters.

"Vita," she called calmly.

A golden halo formed in front of her, before slowly, a beautiful woman took her place, looking at her curiously. You could know by a glance that the being was other, not human at all even with every body part of one. Too beautiful, with a glow unnatural, just… other.

"Nova," she greeted her with a melodious voice. "What can I do for you?"

"I would like you to find Jessica for me," said the young Deity, calmly.

"Ooh... The human you've been working with lately? Chaos was terribly jealous," Vita declared with amusement.

Nova rolled her eyes, little concerned with the moods of this God in particular. She may not have been the most collected and ordained of the Deities, but there was an abyss between her and Chaos. The fact that he tried to borrow her powers to cause more chaos was annoying, and... She had to recognize that after destroying the universe three times by following him in his delusions, she had had her dose of chaos.

The other Gods always kept an eye on her, it didn't bother her. She was the youngest, and she acted differently, and it was a source of divertissement for them. They didn't understand that she would really care for a mortal, a human, that she could feel more than what they called a pet project for Jessica. She was okay with this, they didn't need to know, to understand. As long as they respected what she did and didn't intervene, everything was fine.

But there was a reason why they never intervened in her occupations or put their foot when she attached herself to something ultimately meaningless. It was all in her title. Destroyer of Worlds. Worlds. The Gods' World was hers to destroy too... Even if she would never do anything about this power.

"So? Where is she?" Nova growled.

"I am afraid she is dead. You should have called Death; he has a better view of souls than I do."

Nova closed her eyes, silently mourning. She had loved Jessica. How did she die? What for?

"Thank you," she finally said.

Vita smiled at her, then disappeared into thin air.

"Death," she called.

This time it was a halo of darkness that formed in the air, before an attractive man came out, a smile pulling on the corner of his lips when he saw her. Gods weren't bound by an appearance. They could be whatever they wanted to appear to be. Death had this appearance when he claimed her in the cosmic dimension. He though that a beautiful man would put her guard down, well it clearly didn't because she knew as soon as she saw him who he was.

And she may have, just a little, laughed at him for the effort. He had enough auto derision to laugh too.

"Aah, Nova," he greeted her. "How is my favorite child doing?"

"Jessica, my human, how did she die?" she decided to ignore the pleasantries.

Death was her mentor, the one who had made her who she was, and she loved him for that, but they had spent billions of years without the need of pleasantries and polite conversations, although he stubbornly practiced them at every opportunity because he knew how much it irritated her.

"Hmm... Dead three days ago, then returned two days ago as a Child of the Night," quietly declared Death.

"She was turned?" Nova clarified, her gaze glittering dangerously at the news.

Death could catch a glimpse of what she represented at that moment. Could glimpse the hundreds of Super Nova she had caused, the destruction that hid in the body of an ageless woman who lived in the masquerade of a human being in her spare time.

"By a vampire named Bill Crampton," Death confirmed. "You can find her in Fangtasia tonight. It's a vampire bar in this very city."

Nova nodded shortly, and Death took her face in his hands with long fingers, kissing her lips affectionately before disappearing.

She turned away, leaving the forest to get back on her motorcycle.

She didn't know what she was going to do yet. Who she was going to punish. But blood was going to flow.

The sound of the door opening caught the eye of the two vampires who were in the main area of the bar.

Pamela had spent the last half hour denying all sorts of things to the vampire she and her Maker were watching after. Eric was hidden in his office, working on various paperwork, satisfied to let her fend for herself with the infuriating Progeny of an idiotic vampire.

"We're not open yet," said Pam, looking away from Bill Crampton's irritating Offspring to look at the human who had just entered.

But was she really a human? And how did she entered when the doors were locked?

"Oh... Should I swing back later?" the woman wondered... adolescent? "Naah, I don't think so."

She smiled, a smile that was not friendly, her green eyes shining in the darkness like those of a predator.

"Nova?" asked Jessica hesitantly.

"Hey darling," greeted the… human named Nova, her gaze softening when they landed on the new vampire.

"How... What are you doing here?"

Nova raised an eyebrow, detailing the revealing outfit her friend was wearing, and then stretched out her arms as an invitation.

Jessica flashed forward in all her vampiric glory, throwing herself into her arms, Nova receiving her without flinching to engulf her in her embrace.

"If I had known..." she whispered against her hair, "I would have exterminated these irritating mosquitoes millennia ago. Or just killed Lilith, it would have spared me the effort."

"Um... Nova? Why do you smell so..." Jessica asked hesitantly, the smell of her friend enveloping her in a haze of intense hunger.

Jessica couldn't describe her smell. She had thought that her Maker's girlfriend smelled good... But Nova? She smelt... divine. A little voice somewhere in her head rectified the word by dangerous, but she ignored it, because Nova would never hurt her.

"Hungry?" Nova laughed, moving away from her to observe her face, her dilated pupils and her teeth now out. "Cute. Want a bite before I meet your murderer?"

"You... you offer me...?" Jessica hesitated, swallowing, her throat suddenly dry.

The two vampires that Bill ditched on told her she was not supposed to drink from human freely, and to not kill them. They were lots of humans, fang bangers that would offer their blood.

Nova? Jessica could only see her stake the impudent vampire that would try to claim her blood as his next meal.

Nova shrugged, pulling on her collar to clear her neck with one hand, the other scooping her hair and sliding it over the opposite shoulder.

"Drink, blood is overrated anyway."

Jessica bit, without the slightest additional hesitation. The nectar that met her tongue made her moan with abandonment, a mist of satisfaction invading her body as she felt it warm up with each sip. She didn't know how much she had drunk, probably way too much, she should have stopped, but... But it was so good...

When her stomach was filled and she moved away, she saw the bite close on its own, the blood flowing from it flowing back into the closing wound. She looked up at her friend far from being as human as she had thought a few days earlier.

"Now... Where is Bill Crampton?" asked Nova gently, a smile still on her lips, frozen.

"He's not here," Jessica sighed, rolling her eyes. "He took me to the Old Ones when he realized that he was the worst Maker this world ever created."

"Hmm... Indeed, he seems to be incompetent," Nova meditated. "Is it really necessary? I can bind you to me if you want."

"Really?! "Jessica immediately enthused.

Pamela watched the exchange silently, sending through her bond with her Maker a warning of the new danger that had presented itself at their bar. And he soon appeared, standing by her side, and watching the newcomer.

"And who could you be?" he asked with false politeness.

Nova glanced at him, wrapping an arm around Jessica's shoulders, comically smaller than her despite the obvious big sister-little sister dynamic they had in place.

"Nova," she replied simply. "Or Super Nova, that's my superhero name," she added with a wink and a stretch from the corner of her lips.

Jessica chuckled next to her, visibly freed of a weight now that there was finally someone familiar by her side.

"And your relationship with Jessica is...?" Eric asked pleasantly.

"A part-time counsellor," she offered with a shrug, getting a retaliatory elbow from the young vampire who should have sent her waltzing with a few broken ribs, but barely made her move to glance at the teenager. "Friend, big sister, protector, goddess," she then proposed.

"Goddess?" Jessica repeated with a sniff. "And what would a goddess do in a library in Shreveport?"

"She would wait for the end of the world," Nova suggested.

This got a new laugh from Jessica. Eric tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out which creature he was facing. Its smell was... enticing, but more than that, dangerous. His vampiric instincts shouted at him that it was probably a delightful creature but not to be bitten.

The fact that Jessica still had her blood on her lips made him wonder if her thirst for blood had outsed her mind, or if the warning was reserved only for others.

"Not so protective, given her... State," Eric finally pointed out, feeling a smile stretch his lips as he saw Nova pinch hers, finally losing her easy smile.

"Yes, lame protector," Nova confessed. "It's been a long time since I felt the need to protect someone. I must have... lost my touch. But I can also become her avenger. Do you think I would be included in the Avengers?" she added to Jessica, making her sniff and roll her eyes.

"Oh, and how do you want to punish the Vampire Court of America?" Eric scoffed.

"Huh... The gathering of mosquitoes?" clarified Nova, raising an eyebrow. "What do they have to do with Jessica's non-death state?"

"I was the punishment of my Maker," Jessica explained before the other vampires could react to the comparison to an insect. "I sneak out to go to the party I told you about, and they kidnapped me. Apparently, he had to turn me in punishment for killing another vampire, or something."

"I see..." Nova sighed, and... were her eyes shining?

Eric fixed his attention in the color of her eyes; he was almost sure that they had been green... But not anymore.

They were black, and there was something... luminous in her irises. He couldn't say what. Couldn't have a good enough glimpse.

"Well, everything in its time," sighed Nova. "Let's start with Will."

"Bill," Jessica corrected her, getting an eyebrow raise from Nova. "Or Will, whatever."

"If he does not take his responsibilities, I might as well take you under my wing."

"You're not a vampire," Eric said. "How do you attend to go about taking charge of the education of a newborn vampire, teaching him restriction?"

"Restriction?" Nova repeated with a dry laugh. "She will do what she wants. If she wants to see the world burn, she will see it burn. Free Reign for the new Queen."

Jessica clapped her hands, visibly excited by the idea.

"Am I a Queen? Really?" she asked happily, and childishly, getting an indulgent smile from Nova.

"Is this what you want to be? A Queen?" she asked in return.

"As... Nice that it sounds," Eric intervened, "I can't let you do that. Until proven otherwise, you are human, and you have no say in vampire politics."

"Ah... but I don't give a damn about mosquito politics, mon petit," she said, giving him a condescending look. "You're going to have to recruit anyway... Your Magistrate will be a pile of ashes before the end of the week. You might as well add new laws... Like, oh, I don't know... Don't touch the humans of a goddess?"

"Is that what you think you are? A goddess?" asked Eric with a dry laugh. "Christians would be devastated."

"Yes, I destroyed billions of them when I was bored," Nova sighed. "But genocides become overrated after the first hundred... or a thousand times? I forgot to count. But since you quote Christians, let me clarify something: There is no God, and the Gods are not good. They don't give a damn about mortals, for the most part. And me? Well, I inherited the title of Destroyer of Worlds. I don't think I'm a goddess, I am a goddess. And you'd better pray that I never must prove myself to you, since my role in the "pantheon" is to end all things."

Over the course of her speech, several things happened. First, her voice was no longer that of a sarcastic human, it was an interweaving of young and old voices. Secondly? The room began to vibrate, as if there was an earthquake. Thirdly? everything around her seemed to be drained of its colors, as if the world was about to implode, bringing her out and dropping her human disguise to make way for a lethal creature, a creature Eric had never seen in his millennium of existence.

"Nova?" called Jessica hesitantly.

Everything came to a standstill. The colors returned. What had appeared to be an otherworldly creature put back on its human costume.

"Yes Jessica?" she asked pleasantly, as if nothing had happened.

"You're really a Goddess," said the teenager, not exactly as a question.

"Yes. The latest. And the second in the pantheon. Vita, the God of Creation, remains number one, since it is he who repairs our nonsense most of the time. Or is it Goddess? He tends to change depending on his mood."

"Wow. And you will become my Maker?"

"Well... If you want me to?"

Jessica smiled.

"Yeah, maybe I won't be a goddess up to your standard, but a Queen? Why not?"

Nova smiled.

Somewhere, Chaos smiled too.