Prologue

White.

White emptiness.

All around me all I could see was white, though I slowly saw details appearing around me.

I was at a train station, Kings' Cross.

A place which had fond memories for me in the past, a place where I would go to platform 9 ¾ on September 1st to go through the secret pathway that was the brick pillar. On the other side there would be the glistening red school train waiting to take us from the platform all the way to Hogsmeade, the small village which was outside of the school. I found comfort here, I felt normal, and I hadn't had anything bad happen to me in order for me to hate the place.

I remembered the horrid features of Lord Voldemort standing in front of me, in his obsidian robes, and his serpentine like appearance letting me know he was just as ready to rid the world of me as I was of ridding. I had come forward on my own, in the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts, and gave myself up so that no more students would end up being killed while his followers fought against us.

I just wanted the blood and war to finish, for there to be no possibility of this ever happening again.

I had wanted my mother and father to be alive, and my godfather, Sirius. I had seen them briefly before I reached Lord Voldemort through the Resurrection Stone and they assured me everything was alright, before I ditched the stone off into the grass. I didn't need to go insane as its first owner had, when he had killed himself to be with his deceased lover.

I moved forward against the white flooring of the train station, noting how the coolness of the floor kept me grounded. In fact as I focused on the feeling, I blushed bright red when I noticed that I was naked. I had always been self-conscious about myself. I was still thin despite the seven years I had been able to get proper nutrients in my system. Seven years out of sixteen years didn't mean I would automatically show I was healthy. Either physically or mentally, I was just as mentally deprived as I had been physically deprived of the right sort of things I needed to grow up.

I didn't have large breasts or a large bum, they were big enough for someone to obviously know I was a girl. My hair, the beautiful auburn hue I had received from my mum, still cascaded down to my back. Right above the divot of my bum, sometimes it would be straight and other times it would be a curly disaster that was more of a mane. My emerald eyes were also inherited from my mother, and my skin was dusted with freckles.

I closed my eyes and focused on wearing clothes, and when I opened them, I was relieved to see I was wearing light weight white robes that reminded me more of what an angel would wear. My hair color and my eyes were the only vibrant colors around me. I was glad I had gotten rid of wearing my dad's glasses when I started school at Hogwarts, I kept them in my pocket always but when I had learnt I was able to have my eyesight corrected I took it.

Having seen my headmaster, Dumbledore, die before my eyes by falling from the Astronomy tower by Professor Snape, I had almost expected to see him waiting for me. I was instead surprised when I came up to what looked like a misty figure with no true solidness to it. A phantom, someone who couldn't be in one realm or the other. Stuck between the two.

The figure was both a male and a woman at the same time, sometimes if one looked at one angle, they would see a man while they would see a woman. The mistiness was the color of the night sky. Various types of the night sky, sometimes pitch black while others it was more navy. It was all confusing and yet comforting at the same time.

"Who…who are you?"

The figure came forward to me, it was leaning over me.

It was so tall and skinny, barely there.

It reached its hand out and let it brush above my head before speaking, "I am Death, my dear. You are my Mistress, having found all three Hallows. I am in this form because Death looks different to everyone. I find no reason to stick to one nor do you. You've seen too many deaths in your life, in so many different ways, but they are all the same. I have taken them from you. Dumbledore wanted to be the one to greet you but I insisted since you are my mistress you should see me instead."

My mind went to the old headmaster with his twinkling blue eyes behind his half crescent reading glasses, with the white wiry hair that fell down his back and matching lengthened beard that was tied together by a magical mood ribbon. The old headmaster who spoke in riddles and enjoyed all types of candy, from both the magical world and from the normal non-magical Muggle world. He claimed things were for the better good but now as I stood here in purgatory at only seventeen, I felt as though I was just a sacrificial lamb raised to be slaughtered.

"You have all three Hallows now. You can go back and finish him, get rid of him. That part of him that lay within you is gone. It won't bother you or anyone else again. Or I have another chance for you, if you wish to learn of it," Death stated, making me turn my attention towards him and not in the direction of the sudden bouts of crying in the distance underneath one of the benches.

I was completely repulsed at the very thought of going over to where he was. I instead turned towards Death and gave him an intrigued look. He reached his hand down and ran his fingers against the top of my head, I gasped as I saw some of the pieces of my hair turn completely white as if all the nerves had been taken from where they were. He frowned and pulled his hand away before straightening up and deciding he would tell me what I wanted to know since I hadn't told him I wished to see Dumbledore instead or say I wanted to go back to the Forbidden Forest.

"Tell me what would happen if I had another chance…"

"You would be reborn, reincarnated as the stillborn last daughter of Druella and Cygnus Black. Sister to Narcissa, Andromeda, and Bellatrix Black. You will be able to end Tom Riddle Jr.'s reign before he can take away your first parents' lives. As a Black, I am certain that you know what is expected of you."

I flinched, my stomach twisting unhappily at what I had imagined would have happened. I had heard that the Blacks were known for incest. The wixen world was known for incest in the olde times, twenty-eight families were the original purebloods and all of them were related to each other through aunts and uncles and cousins.

"Who am I arranged to marry? Sirius or Regulus? I know that there were no other boys in that generation…" I drifted off, blushing some as I thought of how Sirius had looked when I had first seen him get better when I was fifteen, and how he could have been even more beautiful when he was in his youth. I never saw any pictures of Regulus, but I heard they were similar in appearances.

"Which shall you prefer? I know that you held fond feelings for Sirius…fonder than they should have been but they would have never happened. Sirius was meant to die in that timeline the time he did, and Regulus was meant to die in that timeline the time he did."

My mind went towards how Sirius had been when he claimed he had left the Black House behind him, angry at his family's bigotry. Leaving his brother in the abusive hands of their parents, Walburga, and Orion. Staying with her dad for a few years during Hogwarts and never being able to speak to Regulus again because he would die after hiding one of Voldemort's Horcruxes at only eighteen. He didn't have the chance to live his life, he didn't have anyone there for him when Sirius had left his brother to fend for himself.

As if he sensed this, Death chuckled warmly, and nodded his head.

"So, you have chosen whom to be betrothed to. Regulus Arcturus Black. I see a wonderful future for you two, you shall live long lives and have eight children. They will be loved, and cherished. Your parents will be able to have another version of you, one who never feels the pain and abuse your aunt and uncle gave you. You will have some of your memories, but not all. Unlocked in time."

Death waved his hand towards the sudden portal that appeared not far from us. I couldn't see into the portal, yet I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Harriet Jane Potter was no more.

Persephone Blaire Black was born June 27th, 1961.

Two days after her cousin and future betrothed was born.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed the prologue.

-it'semmynotemma

as always: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.