Updated 6/28/2016: Beta'd verson and updated. Alarsia's description and apperance have changed a little bit to come in line with Leonais vision of her. (As she is his character).

Author's Note: Chapter 1 has been updated so go back and reread if you like. I added about 400 words of content. I guess there was a little confusion from the first chapter and I hope to clear up. Elizabeth is human and still alive. However, she came to work for Sylvanas (that will be explained this chapter). I am sorry this took so long to come out. I was sick for almost a week and then I picked up a third job for the summer. That and I put together an outline for the story up until the end of cata so I roughly know where I am going.

Beta: Leonais Frostwind and AnneAquila are my awesome beta's and brainstorm buddies.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or World of Warcraft, those are owned by J. K Rowling and Blizzard respectively.

Death's Aspect

Chapter 2: Unknown effects

Alarsia Stormhollow slowly walked through the halls of the Ebon Hold, home to the free death knights who had allied themselves with both the Alliance and the Horde.

Alarsia was a young female Draenei, her skin was a pale blue with snow white hair falling gracefully down her back. She was tall, even for a Draenei, standing at a solid six feet nine inches. Her tail was longer than the average Draenei, almost touching the floor if she stretched it down and her horns grew backward along her head in an 's' shape coming to points pointing up into the air and holding her white hair between them like natural headband. Her heavy plate armor was dark blue, almost black in color; and made from some of the purest Saronite that could be found on Azeroth. Clasped around her neck was a heavy fur cloak, not that she needed it for warmth, as Death Knights were unaffected by cold weather. Strapped to her back were three finely-crafted swords, two of which were bastard swords that she had learned to wield before her conversion. Her hooves clipped in a steady rhythm on the stone floor as she walked. Her glowing blue eyes taking in everything around her as she walked.

Death Knights were warriors raised from death and empowered by the Lich King to be his elite soldiers. They specialized in blood, frost, and shadow magic, as well as necromancy to summon undead minions from the corpses of their enemies. They were adept in these schools of magic, as well as runic magic, which was used to empower their runeblades. Like Liches, Death Knights retained their intelligence in undeath, allowing them to think critically and form strategies. However, like the vast majority of undead, Death Knights had no free will, existing only to sow death and destruction in the name of the Lich King. The Death Knights of Acherus, also known as the Knights of the Ebon Blade, were able to regain their free will; which in turn allowed many to recover memories of their previous lives.

Alarsia was even more of an exception than any other Death Knight, though she was careful to keep that to herself. Unlike all the other Death Knights, who were mindless at first and quickly brought under the Lich King's will, Alarsia had awoken with light, not darkness in her own mind. She could hear the Lich King's commands though she felt no compulsion to perform them. The only reason Alarsia could think of would be that the Light had protected her. She had been a Paladin in her first life, a Vindicator with a view on the Light that differed from other Paladins, even among her fellow Draenei. Oh, she knew without a doubt that the Light existed and that it held power. But unlike most others who worshiped the Light Alarsia had true faith, not in what the Light would do for her but that the Light would do what was best regardless of what Alarsia thought. Most priests and paladins believed that they could command the Light, convince it to do as they wished. They believed their prayers gave them power and their ability to use holy magic was proof of that power.

Alarsia knew differently. The Light served no one and was a law unto itself. However, the Light loved all and wished to protect all even those lost in darkness, those who are its opposite. Most who believed and worked for the Light, as they called it were inherently selfish. They worked to bring happiness to others because they believed it would bring them happiness in return, where they should do so only because it was good. They believed that the Light would guide and protect them without them having to work themselves. They weren't lazy, but rather complacent. She felt that the prophet Velen, the leader of the Draenei, was a perfect example of this complacency. Velen could see the future, what could or would be, yet he never used what he knew. He did not work with the knowledge granted to him, not directly at least. He preferred to guide his people through cryptic riddles that normally left many scratching their heads in confusion. Alarsia was not like the others. She knew with certainty that the Light was a friend, not a guide. It was a partner, not a master. She also knew that the Light could only do so much without effort on her part.

She believed it was this very fact, that even in her undeath she wished to work with the Light that saved her. She knew of other paladins who were raised, they talked of calling out to the Light, begging to be restored to life, or to be killed and removed from this curse laid upon them. Alarsia, from the moment she knew what had happened to her, had merely accepted her new reality and had reached for the Light just as she always had. She had felt its presence clear her mind. She was a partner in the Light even in this curse, even in her undeath. She was a creation of the darkest magic in the universe, and yet she willingly offered her partnership to the Light. It was this, she believed, that separated her from her kin. Her connection to the Light was what protected her mind from the Lich King's influence, and allowed her even before the Ebon Blade had won their freedom, to escape the Lich King and the Scourge. She had run the first night of her new life when she felt the Light nudging her to action and had made it. Once the Ebon Blade had earned their freedom she had returned, knowing they were the only ones besides the Light who would accept her for what she was. To the rest of the world, she was evil, a monster whom they were only working with to destroy a bigger monster.

Alarsia stepped up to an empty rune forge once she reached the lower levels and pulled her new greatsword from her back. She was a unique Paladin in life because she chose to wield three swords. First were a pair of hand-and-a-half swords that she had spent years training with in order to effectively dual wield with them. Then, she began learning to fight with a large greatsword, for when she needed greater reach.

Placing the greatsword in the forge, she began carving the runes for what death knights had labeled the fallen crusader rune pattern. This specific set of runes allowed blood spilled by the blade to both strengthen and heal the death knight wielding the blade, and this was her rune pattern of choice for all of her blades. She was just putting the finishing touches on her new runeblade when she felt a mental disturbance in the dark magic of her being. Around her, the death knights not protected by the Light as she was grunted in pain and a few even fell to their knees.

It took a moment before the disturbance settled, and Alarsia could feel a steady but very gentle mental tug pointing her north.

"What the hell was that." She heard a human death knight named Edwin curse as he slowly stood on unsteady feet.

"I have no idea." Alarsia heard another death knight reply as she turned back to quickly finish her blade.

"It almost felt like when the Lich King tried to force his will on us, right before he was forced to retreat by Darion." She heard a female blood elf death knight with silver colored hair named Sheavra speak up, as she slid her greatsword into the sheath on her back and turned away from the runeforge. She stayed near the forge, however, listening to the other death knights.

"I am just glad it's gone, whatever it was. I mean, it was probably the Lich King reaching out for us again, trying to regain control of us." Another human death knight spoke up, one Alarsia didn't know.

At the nods of the other death knights, Alarsia frowned slightly. Did they not feel the pull that she did? It was still there, solid and steady, but also gentle. It was pulling her towards Northrend if she judged the direction correctly. Even now, she was feeling the desire to go find the source, though she had no idea what she would do if she found it.

As her fellow Death Knights came up with increasingly outlandish ideas as to what caused the momentary disturbance, Alarsia made her way to the portal that led to the upper levels of the Ebon Hold, where her mount sat waiting. She spotted Sheavra heading the same way, clearly intending to avoid the ridiculous gossip that was quickly overrunning the training area.

"Alarsia," Sheavra said in acknowledgment as she fell into step with Alarsia.

"Sheavra," Alarsia replied. They weren't quite friends, but they were comfortable around the other; more so than they were around their fellow Death Knights. It stemmed from the fact that both Alarsia and Sheavra had accepted what they were now and did not hate their existence. Most Death Knights were resentful of their new situations, filled with anger and a desire for vengeance against the Lich King; while at the same time believing that there was no place for them in the world. Sheavra and Alarsia had let such things go. They were undead now, and there was nothing they could do about it. It was through this outlook on their new existence that granted the Blood Elf and Draenei the sense of easy camaraderie that they cultivated into some form of friendship.

"Did you not feel that?" Sheavra whispered to Alarsia as they walked, careful not to speak too loudly lest they be overheard.

"No, I felt it. I still feel it in fact, though it was never as powerful as what the rest of you seemed to feel. I only feel a gentle pull towards Northrend, as if someone was holding my hand and trying to guide me somewhere." Alarsia replied just as quietly.

At this Sheavra's face became worried before she gently grabbed Alarsia forearm and pulled her to a halt.

"Fight it Alarsia, don't let the Lich King in, if we are to defeat him we cannot let him taint our minds again." At these words, Alarsia shook her head.

"It's not the Lich King, it feels nothing like him, besides the pull is gentle, with almost no command in it."

"It must be the Lich King, no one else has a connection to us Alarsia, don't let whatever new trick this is, fool you."

"I will be fine Sheavra," Alarsia assured her as she forced Sheavra to release her arm and step into the teleporter they had stopped just in front of.

As she felt the familiar sensation of being squeezed through a tunnel much too small for her, Alarsia tried to convince herself that were words were true. Sheavra was right, there wasn't anyone else connected to them like the Lich King. Even though this pull on her mind felt nothing like the Lich King, it couldn't be anyone else, could it?

-o0O0o-

Harry couldn't take his eyes off the amethyst eyed beauty sitting across the fire from him. His mind kept drifting back to a few hours ago when he had been ready to attack her, only to freeze when he felt her soul sing to him in a way he hadn't felt in centuries. The eyes were the wrong color, amethyst instead of chocolate brown; and the hair, a light honey blonde, though currently very dirty, instead of the warm brunette from his memories. But he knew, with one hundred percent certainty, that Hermione's soul resided inside this girl. A girl from a completely different world, and though she didn't know it, with that very fact she had won him over to her cause whatever it may be.

"So you told both your sister and this Lady Sylvanas not to send any sort of rescue party out for you?" At Elizabeth's nod, Harry frowned in anger. He purposefully forgot that he probably would have done the same thing. Instead, he focused on the fact that this woman, Elizabeth, who was in possession of one of the most precious souls possible- at least in Harry's eyes- was willing to die instead of risk the lives of others to save her own.

"And you don't think there are people who would be willing to try and rescue you? People who care for you enough to take the risks?" Harry demanded at this Elizabeth brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind one of her ears while simultaneously looking off to the side.

"I know there are people who would risk it. I know for a fact my sister would be racing to me right now if she had any idea where I was. And I know Sylvanas has probably already sent a rescue team after me. She has to act tough, she is a cold hearted bitch when she needs to be. She wants revenge on the Lich King more than anything else in the world. But I know she cares about me, in fact, I am probably the only living person she cares for at all." Harry could see the love in her eyes as she stared off into the distance while she spoke of Sylvanas and his heart clenched a little. Elizabeth was already in love, with his centuries of life he had seen that look enough to recognize it. Elizabeth was in love with this Lady Sylvanas, also known as the Banshee Queen.

"Tell me about her," Harry asked, startling Elizabeth and causing her to stare at Harry for a moment as if she had forgotten his presence.

"What?"

"This Sylvanas, it's clear you care for her. Tell me about her. How did you meet her?" Harry clarified and Elizabeth blushed before looking away again. Harry just waited patiently, if there was one thing he knew it was that people always liked to talk about the ones they loved.

"I first met Sylvanas when she was still alive, a ranger who's job it was to guard the city of Silvermoon in Quel'Thalas. I was twelve at the time and had run away from home." In truth Elizabeth had been disowned and cast out, but she wasn't about to share that with Harry, not yet anyways. "I was heading to their great city of Silvermoon. I was human and I know I would probably be denied entrance, but well I was young and I wanted to see the world. I was fascinated by magic and Silvermoon was as famous as Dalaran in that regard. I got lost, I knew I was wandering in circles in the woods; but I had enough skill to keep myself alive. I could hunt, and I knew which plants were edible. I also had a tent and thick blankets; and I could create fire with my magic. I was in no danger of dying, I just didn't know where I was or how to get anywhere." Elizabeth shifted her body on the ground a little and finally turned to face Harry as she continued telling her story.

"Eventually, Sylvanas found me, and after watching me for a few days she approached me and helped me. She taught me some of her craft as a ranger. I wasn't very good at archery, but navigation and stealth I picked up quickly, at least for someone as young as me. I am even decently skilled with daggers, though I will always prefer magic for combat. She wouldn't let me enter Quel'Thalas, it was her job to keep outsiders out. Which pretty much meant she kept everyone who wasn't a high elf, or Quel'Dorei as they called themselves. A few years later, we met again in almost the exact same way. I was hunting in the Silverpine woods when she found me. She watched me for a few weeks once again before she approached. I recognized her immediately, even though so much about her had changed by then. She had been killed when the Death Knight Arthas invaded Quel'Thalas and had her spirit bound to serve him, though she later regained her freedom and body. Her skin was pale, sickly so and her bright blue eyes had turned to burning red embers; and her hair had turned snow white. But the way she walked, the way she held herself and moved through the forest, even the way she approached me in the woods; all of it screamed of familiarity and I knew it was her. Though it quickly became apparent she didn't recognize me at all, not that I could blame her. When we first met I was a young human girl that she helped out for a few weeks before she sent me on my way. I was nineteen the second time we met. I had grown and changed, and I probably hadn't left a lasting impression as a child anyways. After that, she took me in. The only living human among the Forsaken. I wasn't very well liked, but I trusted Sylvanas. Sylvanas and her rangers trained me for a few years and then my infiltration missions began. I have only seen Sylvanas sparingly since they started. I only see her once every few months if I am lucky." Elizabeth went quiet after that, apparently finished with her story for now. Harry knew not to push too much, after all, they hadn't even known each other a day yet.

There had been a long lull in their conversation and he could tell Elizabeth was growing uncomfortable from his constant staring. But he couldn't help it, not with the knowledge that Hermione's soul was right there, so close and yet out of reach for now. He knew from his experience with Daphne's soul which had been reborn in her great-granddaughter that a soul possessed no memories of their past lives. In fact, in his experience, a soul was just the very core essence of a person, their truly defining traits that could never be changed. As well as their subconscious habits, nervous ticks some people called them. However, the experiences of their shells would shape the final product. Erika Greengrass had not been a copy of Daphne Greengrass. One example was that there was no hint of the icy mask Daphne had always portrayed, Erika had been a joyful and very open woman, however when you got to know her you could see what she had in common with her great-grandmother. She seemed to have a switch of sorts when she was thinking politically. She possessed a mind that always stayed twenty steps ahead of everyone else, she thought out every move, every step of everyone around her and could play other politicians like a masterful musician; and they would never even realize she got everything she wanted from them.

Even after only a few hours, he could see some of the Hermione he knew in Elizabeth, the nervous lip biting that had always ended up with him taking her to bed; the hand brushing hair from her face when she said something embarrassing, even if there was no hair in her face at all. Her fierce intelligence must also be present, he doubted just anyone in this world was able to create their own summoning ritual and perform it successfully like she had done.

Still, Harry couldn't help be see how completely exhausted she looked and the state of her clothes told their own story.

"Why don't you try and get some rest. I will make sure we are not bothered by anything." Harry offered as she finished carving the fourth runestone in his hands.

"Is it done then?" Elizabeth asked still with clear disbelief in her eyes. The very idea that Harry could create wards from carving runes into stone had drawn a laugh from her until she realized he was serious. Since then she was stuck firmly at disbelief until he had proven her wrong.

"Yeah, just finished. I just need to power them and put them in place, then activate them." Harry replied as Elizabeth leaned forward to examine the stones.

"I don't recognize any of these runes, the Scourge elite use runeblades. The magical language they use is similar to this, but I have never seen the runes you are using before." Elizabeth commented as she examined Harry's work.

With a thought, the Elder Wand appeared in Harry's hand, and with a wave the rune stones glowed blue before they flew out, forming a large box around them before bright blue walls formed along the edges. The magical box and then filled in overhead before fading to nothing.

Elizabeth just stood there in awe as she felt the wards set down around the whole area, the amount of power in them and being held in place by nothing more than runes carved into stone stunned her.

"This is amazing," Elizabeth whispered as she stood up and walked towards one of the stones though keeping a cautious distance from it.

"When we make it out of here I'll start teaching you runes if you're interested," Harry promised, this caused Elizabeth to spin around with a glimmer of intellectual desire in her eyes.

"I will hold you to that. I have learned all I could from the Scourge about runes, the only ones who can learn more are the death knights, and they keep their secrets close to their chests."

"Well, I will teach you all I know, and make my own study of the runes here. But, for now, we need to get you out of here alive. Rest for a few hours and we can talk more when you are rested." Harry assured her while waving his wand towards the fire and conjuring a mattress close by. Elizabeth stared in shock at the magic Harry displayed. It took a few moments for mages to even conjure a few food items. Yet in just a moment Harry had conjured an entire bed mattress as if it was nothing.

Elizabeth nodded as she carefully laid on the conjured mattress thinking she would fall straight through it.

It didn't take long for Elizabeth to fall asleep under the watchful gaze of Harry. A man she had summoned from another world that she couldn't help but feel comfortable around.

-o0O0o-

Elizabeth couldn't help but smirk as she blew apart another squad of ghouls with a fel-fireball. Harry and she had been moving slowly through the tunnels for the past few days, using whatever spell Harry did with his wand to point them in the right direction. They would find somewhere out of the way to set up Harry's wards, and then spend the night recuperating. Harry was amazed at the mana based food and water Elizabeth was able to conjure, and though it was tasteless it was keeping them up and running, it wasn't the healthiest thing for them to be eating. They were steadily running into more and more undead the further they went, which was a good sign even if it was also worrying.

"Any idea how much further we have to go?" She called out to Harry turning to look at him just in time to see him incinerate a small group of undead with a stream of flames from his wand as he bisected another undead who got too close with his conjured sword. They had been fighting for hours now, and it seemed that no matter how many they killed, there were always more to take the place of the fallen.

But that is how the scourge worked, everyone they killed, they raised to join their army. It was for this reason that the living armies of the world were having so much trouble defeating them. The normal soldiers of the scourge were not powerful, just numerous. However, the Elites of the army were extremely powerful and usually killed enough living soldiers to replenish their ranks during combat.

"Sorry Elizabeth, my spell only tells me the direction, not the distance," Harry replied without turning around as he engaged another group of undead, this time, a squad of six ghouls and Elizabeth grunted before moving forward to join him, only to be cut off by a group of skeleton soldiers that swarmed from a side tunnel of the cave system.

Elizabeth jumped back as she let loose with a torrent of flame on reflex while barely dodging an axe that impacted the ground she was standing on a moment before.

Elizabeth was so focused on the group that surprised her that she didn't hear the ghouls that came up behind her. Suddenly, she was on the ground, tackled by one of the ghouls for only a moment before and large lance of ice impaled it to the stone wall beside her and a wave of flames flew over her and filled the entire stone corridor behind her.

Elizabeth stared at the flames as they slowly flickered out, leaving nothing but ash in the stone corridor. Suddenly Harry's hand appeared in front of her causing her to jerk in surprise before hesitantly grabbing his hand and letting him lift her to her feet.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked and Elizabeth heard it as if it was spoken under water. She shook her head, only to clutch it in her hands as her head started throbbing painfully.

Harry frowned and cupped her cheeks to stop her from shaking her head and then moved one hand to the back of her head. He pulled his hand back when he felt wetness to see his hand covered in blood.

Elizabeth could see his lips move but her head was buzzing too much to make out what he was saying when she suddenly collapsed against his chest.

Harry quickly wrapped an arm around her waist to catch her lowered her down to the stone floor.

After setting her down carefully, Harry quickly created a ring of fire around them and transfigured a few black panthers to guard them before he turned back to Elizabeth.

Thanking any gods that may be out there for the lessons in healing Harry had taken centuries ago to help care for Hermione as she was reaching the end of her life, Harry started waving his wand around Elizabeth's head while muttering some diagnostic spells under his breath. He let out a sigh of relief that it seemed she only had a slight concussion. It was not something magic could instantly heal, but he could set it on its way to recovery. He cast some charms to help keep the pain at bay and her head clear. He could do more if he had access to potions, but when either his spell worked or Elizabeth's summon had pulled him here, only the Hallows seemed able to follow him.

It was a few minutes before Elizabeth once again opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly as Harry's face came into focus above her.

"What happened?" She asked in a hoarse whisper before coughing and clutching her head as she forced herself to sit up. She felt arms wrap around her shoulders to help her sit up and hold her steady. Elizabeth blushed a little at the warm feeling that bloomed in her chest at the contact. However, the flickering red firelight and her hair hid the blush from Harry.

"You took a hit to your head when a ghoul tackled you. I have done what I can and you are healing. A few charms are keeping as much pain as I feel comfortable blocking from you as well, so hopefully it's not too distracting. But, it is a very idea to block all pain when one is fighting." Elizabeth just nodded and used Harry as support to stand, taking deep steadying breaths as she did so.

"I think we should find another place to make camp. I know it is earlier than we normally would, but you're injured and I don't want anything else happening to you."

"I'm fine Harry," Elizabeth muttered stepping out of his support and towards the flame barrier, only to stumble and immediately Harry's arm was around her waist again.

"Ok, asking is over. We are finding a place to set up camp and then we are staying there until I feel you can get into a fight without killing yourself." Harry said in a firm, commanding voice. This time, he waved his hand to dispel the flame barrier and started walking down the tunnel with the three panthers moving around them protectively.

As they were walking Harry slipped the cloak of invisibility around Elizabeth, it would only turn Harry invisible now that it was tied to him. However, the powerful notice me not charms on it should still have an effect on Elizabeth if she was within it as well. Harry also cast disillusionment charms on the panthers around them and Elizabeth was so out of it, she didn't even notice.

Author's Note: If you go to my profile you will find a link to a google doc. This doc will have a piece of fanart, a bio and some fun facts about the characters that get introduced in this story. Not just the OC's but all the characters. At the moment I have Elizabeth, Elenna and Alarsia done and on there so check them out. Their fan art fits their current appearance (or future appearance and I will tell you which is which in the document.) I am keeping all information in the documents as spoiler-free as I can, so mostly background info that will also be reviewed in the story. So if you only want to see what each of the character's look like you don't need to read anything. It is more a tool for both myself and you all to quickly refresh on characters in the story at any point in the future.