Okay here it is. I'm going to back away slow now please don't kill me. You know who I am talking to. Maybe now you will going back to killing Spartans and Athenians and leave me to finish other chapters for my other books you fiend. Back i say, back. Love ya.

Skyhold was busy as everyone finally made it up the mountain. Harry found herself quite busy helping the sick and injured. Everyone was waiting for the war counsel to make up it's mind as to what they were going to do.

As if the entire populace of Skyhold was unaware that there really was only one choice as to the next step. Well everyone but the person in question.

It was early one morning that Harry and the rest of Skyhold gathered in the courtyard and watched as the Herald was given a new title and a very pretty sword with a dragon on it.

Ok this was going too far, when she finally got a hold of Dumbledore, she was so going to punch him. Where was her sword, damn it? Damn meddling old man. He pushed her out into the "savior" role but didn't give her any fancy swords or a rallying song. Just gave her the whole "it is our choices that make who we are" speech. She wanted a sword that was almost as tall as her.

Not that, that was saying anything her being rather short at only 5'4 but still. She hoped Fred gave him a black eye when he met up with him. Oh, well.

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A week had passed after the naming ceremony and Harry was waiting for the official Inquisition to start. She was totally expecting the Spanish Inquisition after all (snicker) she was British they were always expecting it.

That was when she heard it. That barking laugh. One she had never thought she would ever hear again. At first, she thought it was just her imagination. That she needed some more sleep, then it came again. She headed up the stairs to the upper courtyard looking around, but she didn't know where the laugh had come from, so she started walking over to where she could see behind the building that would soon be the tavern.

Standing there with his back to her talking to Iron Bull was a man with familiar hair and body shape. When he let out another of those wonderfully familiar barking laughs, she knew. This was her priceless gift, the one Death told her about. She nearly broke down, but she was a Marauders' daughter. She would not give in to tears. Those would be for when she was alone, for now there was only one thing to do.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK" she screamed. The man turned around in a heartbeat. The utter joy on his face when he saw her was heartbreaking.

"PUP" he sprang at her. Then they were both laughing and crying. They had captured the attention of the whole castle, but they didn't care. They were hugging and talking over each other as they tried to catch up.

It seemed forever before they calmed down as they both just stood there looking at each other.

"How, I mean when…" Harry could not for the life of her seem to get her brain to function past the fact that he was here with her. Something that should be impossible even for her incredible luck.

"I woke up about a month ago underneath a glowing green arsehole, let me just say that was weird and I know weird. It started shitting out some really fucked up looking demons. Then this rather hot looking bloke shows up and starts killing them. He told me he was headed here, and I asked if I could tag along, seeing as I have absolutely no clue where we even are. We arrived las t night. I was just talking to this massive horned man when I heard your rather delicate feminine voice yelling out my name."

"You are in so much trouble. What were you thinking leaving me all alone to deal with those damn arseholes? I am so going to be sending you howlers everyday for the rest of your life. If you go and do anything so foolish again, I am so going to make you wish you had stayed wherever it was you were." By this time, I was channeling Molly Weasley, but I couldn't help it. Plus, the look on his face was not helping. It was all she could do not to burst into laughter at his panicked look of terror. After all he knew that I had helped the twins with some of their pranks, if I sent howlers he knew there would be no escaping from them.

"I Solemnly Swear I will never leave you alone to deal with any arseholes by yourself. I will be there to help you get revenge. They will rue the day they decided to mess with my little Bambi."

Shit, I forgot just how melodramatic Sirius could get. Now he was just hamming it up for the crowd. He gave me that Black Family smirk. That was okay I knew about his hair fetish, I would get my revenge. Let's see how he liked having orange hair for a week.

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It was while the inquisitor was down in the Fallow Mire that most of the rubble was able to be moved to open up more of the castle and grounds.

I had been asked to join him but, I wanted to get myself set up first plus I didn't want to leave Sirius just yet. I found one of the unused towers to be perfect for what I would need to set up my rooms, plus no one really came over here seeing as most of the wall still needed to be repaired.

Sirius and I had repaired the roof and the walls so that they were practically impenetrable. Next would be setting up rooms or also known as opening up my favorite trunk.

I anchored the trunk in a corner of the tower before opening the top. It would take about an hour for the trunk finished working its magic. When it was done, I would have a fully furnished manor in the tower. Did I mention how much I loved magic. The more improbable something seemed the better the wizarding world was at finding a way to make it happen but give them any kind of logic and they were stumped. I loved that anyone looking at the tower from the outside would never know just what was inside the door. Home sweet home.

With a flick of my wand and the incantation I stepped outside to wait for the magic to finish working.

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It was an hour later that I entered the tower with Sirius and Dorian behind me. Sirius let out a whoop racing away to find a room to his liking.

"I swear that man will never grow up." I muttered to myself.

"I do not know that I would want to if I had this type of magic at my disposal." Dorian said standing beside me.

We were standing in the main hall. The pillars a beautiful gold and black streaked marble with black marble floors. Crystal chandeliers glittering above us. It was a truly grand hall.

"Welcome to Potter Manor." I said to him. "This is not all that special magic. I have seen some truly epic magic performed, this is just a little transfiguration and charms and enchantments. So, do you want to pick out a room too?"

"I would love to, this is a beautiful house. I feel it would be the only one civilized enough for me, here in this barbaric land." He told me with a smirk before he too left in search of a room for himself.

Harry wandered down the hall to her study and opened the door. She had not been in here for a while and she had quite a bit of work left over rom her last project left on her desk. For now, though she had another project in mind. How to make a safe transferal of unknown magic into an unknown vessel. Should prove to be a challenge. Well she did have one of the most impressive libraries. If she couldn't find what she needed in there, she would just have to explore this world. She would find a way to help the herald live longer that five years. After all was, she not the Mistress of Death. (snicker)