Chapter 1 – When worlds collide
For a long time death observed his hallows as they switched from one wizard to another with loathing. He was angry at himself for being outsmarted by the peverell brothers that he sought to have them killed and reclaim what was his only to realize that it impossible, for the hallows themselves had taken a life of its own. True the brothers died but when he tried to reclaim them, fought against him with his very strength in the spiritual realm. It became a habit of his throughout the decades that followed where he would often seek out to take the deathly hallows back only to fail.
When Iris Potter, the chosen one reunited them in her quest to defeat Voldemort, Death thought he actually had a chance to have them back. He sought out the girl in the form of her deceased former mentor, Albus Dumbledore. Iris had a destiny that was foretold that she was the one to eliminate the wizarding world's greatest threat. She had willingly sacrificed herself to have the horcrux in her mind removed. Iris had unknowingly became the mistress of death and If she were to die again, the power of the deathly hallows would die with her and death would reclaim them in their powerless state.
"I have to go back haven't I?"
"That is entirely up to you?" He replied when the girl asked. Unlike every soul that reached the in-between, she was the only one who could go back given her new powerful status which death didn't want her to know. No one should have that kind of power.
"Could I even beat him?"
Death smiled pleasantly at the curious question. Of course she would beat him despite her somewhat lax magical study. The power of the hallows was deeply imprinted inside her DNA such that he could literally see the power inside her equaling to his with a hidden anger threatening to present itself on his face.
"Voldemort is indeed weakened Iris." Death spoke kindly and turned to face the deformed soul underneath a bench. "That doesn't necessarily mean that you have to fight him. You could never match his power, even I never did. The blood, your mother's blood would do all the work for you."
"What?!" Iris was appalled by his solution of inaction. "You want me to do nothing at all!" She was angry now, her green eyes blazing now at his suggestion."
Dumbledore sighed and turned to face her. He adopted a patient look now. "If you raise your wand against him, you will be dooming the remnant of the fighters that remain at Hogwarts. Voldemort would undoubtedly unleash his full force of power he had been withholding without care. You destroyed all of his horcruxes which drove him literally mad Iris and for you to return back to the world to pick up where you left off . . . In his mind he could either win or die with everyone alongside him."
Death noticed the anger on her face dissolve into a thoughtful expression. He could see the cogs in her mind shift. "You are right, I cannot let him do that." Her green orbs searched out his, "You are absolutely certain that he would die . . ."
"I brought you this far haven't I?" He said. "I would never jeopardize you and the rest of the wizarding world to tyranny."
With that statement he strengthened Iris's resolve to return. Death laughed maniacally in the void. "Finally I won! I will reclaim what is mine and never part with it again!" He boldly declared to no one.
Death observed as the girl got carried away from the dark forest to Hogwarts by her friend Hagrid whilist all the while Voldemort moved beside him with his army behind them. He watched as declared himself the ultimate ruler of the wizarding world without no one left to challenge him since their prized hero was dead. War suddenly broke out as centaurs came galloping out from the woods shooting arrows at the death eaters. Other fighters came out from Hogsmeade to join in the fight after Voldemorts bold speech, angered by their loss of someone who fought day and night so that they might live. They would honor her sacrifice by continuing to fight the good fight to eradicate evil from their world.
Neville killed Nagini with Gryffindor's sword and Molly Weasley killed Voldemort's last horcrux. A powefull shield suddenly erupted out of nowhere to shield Molly from Voldemort's killing curse and at the centre of the battlefield, Iris reappeared to confront her foe one last time. A few words were exchanged as they circled one another. Voldemort was truly afraid despite his bravado at the confident look on Iris's face. He tried to penetrate her thoughts only for an extremely powerful force field to thrust his assault back at him. He wondered how the meek little girl had attained that powerful occlumency barrier to over exceed his by miles in just two years. It also made him wonder what else she had hidden up her sleeves.
"This ends now Tom."
Voldemort's heart raced. He wasn't the master of the elder wand. He had been beaten to the punch by a mere fluke by that girl.
"AVADA-KEDAVRA!"
Voldemort looked surprised by the girl lowering her wand to the floor. His killing curse struck her on the chest and she exploded into a blinding white light that spread throughout the room. Everyone had to shield their faces and only he himself felt a blinding pain overcome his entire body and gave pain filled wail. His body burst into flames before it dissolved into ashes.
Death was beyond furious. Potter and his hallows were literally gone and nowhere to be found. He had failed tremendously in his plots just like riddle in his quest to achieve immortality. That mere comparison to that filthy dark lord angered him even more. He could still feel them but there were lost beyond his reach, somewhere across the vast multiverse.
With a deep sigh he decided to go on about his usual business. "I am eternal, I suppose all i can do is resume my work until all the worlds die to finally unite with them."
Westeros. Winterfell's Great Hall.
The celebration of the King's visit was going well according to Catelyn's Stark's carefully made preparation. Everyone was having a fantastic time excluding only a few, namely the queen of the seven kingdoms Cersei Lannister and the bastard of Winterfell, Jon snow. Cersei was trying to ignore the king as he groped his way through the female servers who brought food and drinks to the high table and the rest of the lords and ladies who sat on the assigned tables a few steps down and further away from the royalty. Jon Snow wasn't even inside the building to enjoy the feast with his entire family because Catelyn had strictly forbidden it because in her mind it would have been deemed a slight against the King and his queen. It also afforded her an excuse to keep him away from her children. Jon resorted himself to striking a practice dummy close to the stables by a training sword in his anger of being born a bastard for the thousandth time. It was a constant reminder to him that he was a stain to Lord Stark's honor born out of lust and greed, and so he had to constantly work hard to prove to everyone that he could be honorable even if he was a bastard.
"Is he dead yet?"
Jon stopped his strikes at the sound of his uncle Benjen's jape. He hadn't even realized that he had arrived to Winterfell from Castle Black. With a happy smile, Jon turned around to see him getting off of his horse and headed towards him with his hands spread in greeting. Jon walked towards him and they embraced each other.
"Why aren't you . . . ?" Benjen started to ask but stopped to observe the strange happenings that started occurring up in the sky. It was originally dark with blinking stars before the color started to shift. It switched blue and then blinding white before resuming to the original dark.
"What in the seven hells just happened?!" Jon shouted in surprise before he jumped in shock at the next supernatural event. The sky got divided. Twenty footsteps away to the east of the castle was now day with the sun whilst their side was still night. Another castle of Winterfell stood on the side which was day.
"What in the blazes . . . !" Ser Barristan who had just stepped outside the castle followed by most guests and the king, queen and Ned Stark included screamed but didn't get to finish his query at the earth shattering roar that followed making the earth tremble. Screams of terror occurred as a huge black dragon descended from the sky only to land with a heavy crash on the day side.
The screams continued and most of the people began to rush back inside the castle. Jon however stood with his jaw gaping in wonder at the sight of the dragon. He noticed an ethereal female beauty with a crown on her head descend down the huge magnificent beast expertly whilst she carried a large brown box by its silver handle. A man with Stark features exited the day castle surrounded by a few Stark guards and what Jon would assume to be his household. They all knelt down in respect to the crowned beauty.
"You may all rise." The queen made a gesture with his hand towards the group.
"Queen Visenya Targaryen, you honor us with your visit here today."
"By the gods." Ser Barristan choked out the words. Everyone that hadn't rushed away agreed with Ser Barristan's assessment. By the gods indeed. And as if that wasn't enough, the words that came out of the queen's mouth made them almost faint.
"Lord Torrhen Stark, forgive me for the unannounced visit, for I had only come to supply you with gifts. My dragon had previously laid three eggs and demanded that I bring them here to you at Winterfell."
Torrhen's eyes widened and his hands trembled in shock as he raised them to accept the box he was being gifted. "You honor me your grace." The queen smiled making her even more beautiful than any woman in the world.
Lightning flashed and the day world vanished before everyone's eyes.
A/N: A new story that was plaguing my mind and unlike the others before, I aim to finish this one. The more that you review is the more that I will feel compelled to write.
