My name is Hallie and I live with my father Cain.

In another life, I was born as the boy-who-lived otherwise known as Harry James Potter.

I had black hair and bright green eyes, and for eleven years I lived in a cupboard under the stairs. Before one day receiving a letter to a magical school in Scotland that I left for in September. When I was seventeen the dreams of my past life ended with a green light and a soothing voice. I didn't know who the voice belonged to until much later when I met them.

Before I met them I hadn't ever really left my father, but I'm glad I did. Now I hunt monsters, take names and kick ass, and look good doing it.

My name is Hallie Peverell the Mistress of Death. I am the daughter of Cain and this is my story.

Blood Water

Chapter one

Rebirth of a Legend, heh story of my life.

My story begins where Harry Potter's ended.

In the spring of 1998 in the country of Scotland, a war was being fought by children armed with sticks and terrorists freed from Hell on Earth. In the centre of it all was a man that was no longer truly a man and a boy the man had stripped of a loving family and a life to call his own.

This man went by the name of Lord Voldemort though he had been known once a long time ago as the child Tom Marvolo Riddle, a boy who had been born of false love his mother fell in love with a man who did not love her. So she concocted a potion to force this man to love her and he did for a time until he grew immune to it, leaving her as soon as it wore off. She was pregnant with his child and she was too weak and didn't survive the birth of her child, she had Tom in an orphanage leaving him alone in the world.

Tom was a troubled boy or so the orphanage's patron had said when strange things happened and children disappeared, they all knew it was his doing but they could never prove it. Then one day a man dressed in bright clothes came to the orphanage carrying with him a letter for Tom. Tom only seemed to get worse as time went on having been deprived of love his whole life replacing it with malice and hate for the world, at only sixteen he spilt his soul in two in an act of murder. Then he did so again and again and again until all that was left of him was not even a shell of his former self he was so far gone he was no longer human both in mind and soul.

Then almost a century after he was born a prophecy is uttered in the presence of his opposition and overhead by one of his underlings, it is about a boy born as the seventh month of the year dies, born to those who have thrice defied him, born with a power Tom knew not. That boy's name was Harry whose parents loved him unconditionally and was born as a product of their love. James and Lily Potter, Harry's parents, loved him so much they fought to the very end of their lives so he could continue living.

Though Harry ended up in an environment not so different from the one Tom himself had grown up in, loveless and hate-filled. He was left on his relative's doorstep in the middle of the night in Winter. He was discovered the next morning when his mother's sister, Petunia Dursley née Evans, went out to get the milk. She and her husband Vernon abhorred Harry and made his childhood hell on earth second only to Azkaban prison. He knew no love until he was on the train to Hogwarts where he met the Weasleys a kind magical family who took him in after he befriended their son Ronald or Ron and a girl by the name Hermione Granger. The three of them became as thick as thieves after their first mystery-filled first year in the magical castle. Harry made plenty of friends in his house and a few enemies as well they were made in bad judgement.

Over the years the Golden trio as the three friends were called, had solved many mysteries that plagued the school and fought a great evil seemingly every Halloween.

The evil Harry was said to have vanquished months after his birth had returned after fourteen years, murdering one of Harry's friends in front of him before torturing him in the presence of his Death Eaters. That day Voldemort awoke something inside of the young teen something that should never be messed with unless you wanted to be a smouldering crisp on the ground in the graveyard. Harry unleashed that power whilst calling forth the ghosts of those Voldemort had murdered in cold blood before battling with the insane wizard and returning to Hogwarts with the body of Cedric Diggory clutched to his chest as was his ghosts request.

Year's later again the war was fought on the school grounds teachers and students alike fighting side by side against the evils Voldemort brought with him. Seeing that they were losing Harry made one of the hardest decisions in his life, giving the enemy exactly what he wanted. By walking into the forbidden forest, under the cover of his father's invisibility cloak a black stone in his left hand and a bone-white wand in his right, alone. When he reached his destination he threw it off glaring at the man turned monster accepting his fate welcoming Death with open arms as the beam of green light crashed into his chest and his world faded to black...

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On the 2nd of May 1980, a storm hit a humble man's farmhouse somewhere in the state of Missouri, leaving behind a child where lightning had struck the ground.

Bright viridescent eyes stared into Cain's cold blue. A bubbly giggle left the baby girls mouth as she reached for him with her tiny baby fists. Cain blinked owlishly down at her before huffing and giving in to his small desire to hold her in his arms. He winced when the little girl yanked on his beard before a smile spread across his face... that quickly morphed into a horrified grimace when a rancid smell reached his sensitive nose and immediately held her at arm's length away from his body.

He sighed and rolled his eyes skyward before refocusing on the still-unnamed little girl in his hands. "Well little one, we best get you changed and I suppose you need a name." He said, to the little girl who just gurgled in response, accepting that she had come out of nowhere and was now in his care. Well, things are definitely changing Cain thought ruefully as he took the smelly child inside to prepare her for an outing to get the necessary things to care for a baby.

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Four years later had Cain chasing a giggling five-year-old brunette around his farmhouse with a dress in his hands.

"Hallie! Come back here you little brat! You can't be runnin' around naked, it isn't proper!" he called after the little girl who dodged around a tree with a tyre swing on it.

Cain had put it up when she started to walk and climb over everything when he was out collecting honey from his bees.

He found the little munchkin on the rafters in the attic once, scaring him half to death thinking she might fall. Then she just popped back down and in his arms snuggled against his chest her big green doe eyes staring innocently into his own blue as if she hadn't just been swinging from the rafters. Cain knew his daughter, something she had been to him not even a day after that storm, was special and held a power he hadn't ever seen before.

But seeing her utilise those powers at only three was very, well, he didn't know what it was just that one day she would have plenty of people and or beings who'd seek to control her. Something that he would never allow to happen if he had a say so.

Hallie giggles as she peaked around the tree at her father who pretended not to notice her as she snuck out from her hiding place. She squealed when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind, then pouted folding her arms over her chest in a huff. "No feow, you cheatow! You tele-tele-telap... mmmm cheatow!" she whined fumbling over the word teleport as Cain wrestled the dress over her head and pulled on her knickers. Not for the first time, Cain wondered if all children were like Hallie is. Bloody hellions, he sighed and clicked in her seatbelt before driving to town for groceries.

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I was ten when I told father about my strange dreams of another life. He was asking for details as soon as the words had left my mouth. He said that the most likely scenario was that I had been reincarnated then mumbled something to himself about it making more sense now. I didn't know what he meant by that, then, but I didn't really care because my father was taking me to the zoo! The zoo! I couldn't believe it when he told me we were going out for my birthday. I was rocking on the balls of my feet in anticipation.

I grumbled under my breath as I was rudely shaken awake in fathers truck. Then squealed in glee when I saw the sign, I was sure my father winced at my pitching squeal. But I didn't care, we were at the zoo! Where people keep animals! Real live animals! I heard they even had wolves, my all-time favourite animal. They were just sooo cool! I jumped out of the truck and slammed the door behind me. I cried out in pain and annoyance when my hair was tugged on harshly, then my shoulder sagged when I heard father muffled laugh. Man! I always get my hair stuck in the door! I pouted at him as he chuckled while opening the door and holding my hand in his.

His hands were waaay bigger than mine. It was like holding hands with a giant. I giggled as we, well, I skipped through the entrance swinging our hands between us. I saw father roll his eyes skyward again he seemed to do that a lot I thought before oohing and aahing at all of the cool animals.

We were in the reptile house when I started hearing voices. Hiss-like voices they were complaining an awful lot about the noise and smell and one asked if it would have been better off as a purse. I stopped skipping and glanced around in confusion and father did too though he was staring down at me with concern in his eyes. I shook my head before heading over to the enclosure with the boa constrictor in it. The large brownish reddish-green snake was lying on a sunny rock or at least a warm one I thought tugging father behind me. I grinned pointing at reptile and read the sign:

Desdemona

The boa constrictor also called the red-tailed boa or the common boa is a species of large, non-venomous, heavy-bodied snake that is frequently kept and bred in captivity.

Scientific name: Boa constrictor

Mass: Female: 10 – 15 kg (Adult)

Family: Boidae

Class: Reptilia

Higher classification: Boas

Length: Female: 2.1 – 3 m (Adult), Male: 1.8 – 2.4 m (Adult)

This specimen is female and weighs 13kilograms at 2.5 metres. Desdemona is a red-tailed boa one of many that have been breed in captivity. Red-tailed boa are typically docile in temperament. They aren't usually aggressive snakes but even if they aren't upset they can do damage to a person quite easily...

I stopped reading when I heard a more feminine hissing voice coming from... my jaw dropped Desdemona was talking. Like really talking I nearly squealed but bit my lip to stop myself she probably wouldn't appreciate it what with those irritating boys tapping on the glass... my mind blanked as I was hit with a vision.

It was of the same boy with black hair and green eyes that matched mine in intensity. He was leaning on a rail that had a glass enclosure like Desdemona's only it was smaller and the boa inside was smaller. A boy then, my mind supplied as the skinny boy, that was past me, was shoved out of the way by the piggy ball boy. Who annoyingly kept tapping on the glass then all of a sudden the glass vanished and tubby fell in while boy-me smirked at him and smiled at the newly released boa who announced he was going to Brazil... which was bazaar since the sign said it was bred in captivity too. And I was sure that Boy-me lived in England. People were screaming as the snake made its great escape while boy-me was still on the ground and tubby was now stuck in the snake enclosure crying his eyes out.

I gasped and blinked rapidly rubbing my eyes. I jumped when a hand was placed on my shoulder I glanced up meeting my fathers once again concerned eyes. I hugged his waist while rolling my eyes. Sometimes my father treated me as if I were glass. My eyes lit up and a devilish smile crept onto my face as I looked at the nasty boys tormenting Desdemona and I imagined the glass disappearing. Instead though what I got were two boys switching places with Desdemona the glass still very much intact. I frowned and shrugged then the lights went out but I could still see. People were screaming and kids were crying I felt something touch my leg and nearly let out if my skin when I saw Desdemona slowly begin to climb up my leg.

I bet my eyes were as large as dinner plates as I froze alerting father of my panicked state and the lights came back on just as Desdemona disappeared in my overalls under my green hoodie. Green was my second favourite colour red was my first. I love red. I shivered and turned my doe eyes on father and he understood it as me wanting to get the H-word out of there. Father said I'm not allowed to swear or say the four-letter H-word. Suddenly we were back in his truck and I was taking off my jacket.

"Uh, Dad... I-I you see I kind of...sort of... accidentallystoleslashubductedDesdemonawhilethelightswentoutandpleasedontbeangrywithmeIdidntmeantoIswear! I'm sorry! I...I'll give her back I..." I rambled twisting my hands nervously before my father interrupted me.

"Whoa there Bambi. Slow down, you still needa' breathe. Now, what were you sayin' about giving... Oh..." he said when he saw the boa wrapped around my waist before he pinched the bridge of his nose. Man, now I was in even more trouble. I thought mulishly with a pout avoiding his ever piercing-intimidating-truth-revealing gaze. He sighed again. And I sunk further into the seat. §Thisss isss all my fault...§ I muttered under my breath unknowingly using the same language as boy-me did.

"What was that Hallie?" father questioned me, I still wasn't gonna look at him I bet one of his eyebrows were lifted up. I jolted when another voice spoke up too.

§Thank you, little one. Thossse mortalsss was getting on my lassst nerve...§ Desdemona hissed in my ear extracting a giggle from me.

I could feel fathers frown I sighed and gazed up at him with my big Doe-eyes hoping he would give in... and success! I smiled and he turned back to the road driving home. The trip was quiet and I dozed off again.

§–§

I grinned at my father as I waved goodbye. I had gotten my license when I turned eighteen and father finally bought me my own car and now me, Desdemona and Snuffles my giant Tibetan Mastiff I had rescued from a dog fight club a few years after I got my car I'm now twenty-five and leaving home for university I had been home studying for four years now and father needed his space since it was nearing his wife Colette's anniversary.

I have known about the supernatural for as long as I can remember. I mean it's kind of hard to miss the fact your father or parental figure is the Cain from the Bible.

The father of murder is my father. Yeah and he wonders why I don't have a boyfriend. As well as the fact that I'm supposedly a reincarnated natural-born witch as apposed to the demon dealing weak sauce wood witches. Right, and Harry Potter is now a book and movie series, the old man was practically howling when the movies came out. I can say with certainty that Daniel Radcliffe was way, waaay, off my previous height I was six foot two when I died, bummer I didn't keep that when I was reincarnated.

Then there was the time when I turned twenty-one and I was murdered brutally by a vampire and came back a minute later for my revenge I never told father about that. He would have probably broken his promise to Colette. Whom I had actually met one night on all Hallows eve in 1999 I had been out with friends I met at a bar after I got my car and licence. She was so sweet and accepting of me I wish she were my mother. I can see why the father would keep a promise for her especially as serious as his promise was. That's why I won't ever tell him about my nightly hunts.

Desdemona and Snuffles are actually supernatural creatures I can't say I was surprised when I found out Des was a demon familiar and Snuffles a half breed Greek hell hound with the looks and temperament of a Tibetan Mastiff. The hairy behemoth claimed my front seat as soon as he was out of the dog rings.

I turned the radio on and tuned in to one of my favourite stations and nodded along with the tune tapping my fingers on the wheel as we drove out of town. ACDC Highway to Hell came one and Snuffles howled along with me while Des complained about our poor taste in music.

Couldn't help but wonder what Harry-me would be doing if he were still alive in his world. But I shrugged off the thought keeping my eyes on the road, I suppose Law School didn't sound too bad but I think I'll stick with my medical studies in Uni for now. My thought was cut short as I swerved the car I think after eight hours of driving I should really stop for a break I thought as I pulled over there was a motel not far from here anyway. Des slithered up my arm and Snuffles followed at my heels the beasts head came up to my shoulder and I am not a short gal. At least not midget worthy shortness. ( A/N: I can say that cause I am a midget)

I found my instant revival, during that first vampire attack, bizarre. I had even begun researching what it could have been but came up blank every time and there was that tiny issue about my not-looking-any-older-than-my-twenty-first-birthday-thing.

Des had asked if I made a deal without telling her. I hadn't talked to her for a week for even insinuating that I would even consider selling my soul for eternal youth for all of ten years. I mean I'm not a bloody idiot! Siriusly. I miss him, my Godfather, I mean he deserved better than that. They all did. I thought as my head hit the cheap motel pillow my vision blurring into nothingness.

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Dean and Crowley Missouri with Cain five years later. Sorry gotta cut it off here if I continue this one I'll be starting from here.