Chapter One

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"Arrrgghhhhh!" he or rather she screams as she jets in like a missile directly to the plume of sand right in front of her. She has to thank once more her lucky stars that it is a dune of sand she lands in and not a pile of rocks, or worse cement. If it is that, she might have been a red stain smear by now on the pavement, dead before she even starts this new adventure of hers.

As it is, Harry James Potter, or rather his new reincarnation in this world coughs out the plume of dust that invites itself on her mouth as she groggily stands up and regains her senses.

"I don't know whether I shall hate your or love you for this, Death," she grumbles unhappily as she stands up while dusting off her grey black robes from the fingers of sand that still cling to her apparel.

She squints her eyes all as she looks around. So far it is as Death tells her about it. All she see is sand, sand and lots of sand creating mountains and even hills of it.

"So far it is right as what I expects it to be," she murmurs to herself as she sighs before once more dusting again the few bits of dust that remain clinging to her. A tingling sensation at the edge of her right arm however makes her sigh as she extends it and immediately a snake made of ivory colored wood circles around her elbow to her forearm hissing with its beady head.

"Yes, yes, magic is alive in this reality otherwise you would not be functioning," she utters to the snake figure of the Elder Wand who makes one positive hiss before settling motionless in her forearm like an ivory snake bracelet.

With magic confirmed, Harry Potter breathes deep inside as she contemplates the circumstances as to why she is here. The sun beats down on her but the Cloak of Death keeps her warm. Who knew that the Invisibility Cloak is more of a multi purposed cloak rather than a simple invisibility cloak? Already she can feel the cooling charms doing their work on regulating her body temperature and preventing her from sweating like a stuck pig.

She's from England damn it, she's not specifically built for hot weather long term.

Either way, as to why she is here is for one reason and one reason only. She's dead in her previous life.

Yep, dead like Rest in Peace, buried six feet in the ground dead.

Unfortunately Harry Potter can't be normal even in death. From all of the numerous clues, manuscripts and hints that old man Dumbledore left behind in his countless memoirs. Not one is stated there anything about the damned Deathly Hallows to be one big soul trap.

Harry was ready, two hundred years old living a full life as a wizard having seen his children grow up and having families of their own. Too bad it didn't work between him and Ginny with the red head wanting a life of fame recognition.

He tried becoming an Auror to honor his father, Sirius his teachers and maybe because that's what expected of him. Unfortunately being an Auror didn't work out to well also. Being a celebrity tended to leave you in a cushy job where you were more a poster boy than a real dark wizard catcher. Instead he travelled far and wide and got bitten by a vampire warrior who was on a quest prompting him to escape to the nearest help he can find that time, which was in Romania. Charlie Weasley was more than happy to help him from being poisoned by the Vampire bite and turned to a vampire himself. He still had to take a month in therapy there however.

That was where Harry Potter founded his true calling, research and animal husbandry. Who knew that he had so much talent in Care for Magical Creatures? Thus during his tenure there for therapy, he stayed and learned before finally returning to England and establishing the Potter Preserve, another sanctuary for magical creatures made from the wide grounds of the destroyed Potter Villa during the First War with Voldemort.

Suffice it to say that it was a huge success.

Hagrid purposefully left Hogwarts out of love for him and worked the preserve with Madame Maxime once she retired from Beauxbaxtons Academy of Magic. The preserve was a big hit and hosted a plethora of different creatures that were magical in nature from the powerful dragons, swooping Gryphons, proud Hippogryphs to the enormous Leviathans that resulted to Unspeakables having to maximize the grounds lake to a mini sea and don't forget, the ever hungry and giant Sandworms, the gigantuous cousins of the miniscule flobberworm.

Keeping all these creatures tame, at rest and happy required constant research and care. When they are satisfied after all, it prevented from crashing out and running amok. The Potter Preserve thus had one of the largest populations of House-Elves to help them maintain the preserve. Ironically it also had the fastest Elf population with many an elf accidentally gulped by the dangerous creatures when they're feeling kinda peckish and a poor elf was in the vicinity.

Either way, the life of Harry Potter was kept busy and important dedicated to research and growing his children from Ginny. At his deathbed, he had almost written a hundred books and many a Care of Magical Creatures graduate had been singing his praises to his contribution to Magical Animal Welfare and Magic in general.

Then plop. Death's grinning face is meeting his telling him that he is his emissary and his "cleanup guy or gal," depends on his mood.

Now here she is, in a new world, plopped as a young woman on these unknown sands. Her mission from death? "Stop a Zombie Apocalypse" which is not so specific of an instruction from Death. That means the daft bastard must be laughing his heart out as she makes a fool out of herself this time. He also adds as a snide hint that the mission might take lifetimes which is not so good a news for Harry. Oh did she also forgets to mention that the idiot has told her that she would not age?

The only hint that the eternal judge of the afterlife has given her is that the Resurrection Stone will show the way.

She has absolutely no idea what that means.

First things first however, she stares down at her new form, or rather her rather new effeminate form. She has no idea how to be a woman and already she can feel a headache from thinking of the problems this would cause along the way as he navigates this new adventure in life. She has to admit that she looks good however for it. Long high cheekbones, pale skin, emerald green eyes and a sharp nose with a sharpened jawline makes her look a lot like Zita Gorog, the Russian beauty who played Amelia from that movie Underworld that she has watched during one of his pastimes in his previous life.

"Why does Death have to give me so well-developed breasts though?" Harry thinks to herself as she inspects the two new additionals at the center of his chest which she has to balance herself. Her occlumency is already working overtime from freaking out upon realizing that she's missing something beloved between her legs currently.

She also realizes that she can't call herself Harry this time for Harry is a guy's name.

"Hmmm..Maybe Ari? Arianne? Arianne Potter? Just Ari then, at least that won't change anything way too much and prevent me from being confused by myself," she thinks to herself. Ari will do for now. Maybe this way, she won't look like an idiot acting confused once she identifies herself with someone else.

"Okay second step, inventory," she thinks to herself before checking one more everything that she has. Other than the plain silver and black Death's Cloak and the unflattering robes that she is wearing with the boots, it seems that the Vivarium shrunken to the size of a necklace still hangs from her neck. She has to thank her lucky stars for that. The Vivarium probably contains some of the more….temperamental of her residents back home, to dangerous to be let off at the Potter Preserve. Either way she had originally planned for them to be buried with her forever. Now however it seemed that Death had also sent the Vivarium along with her.

She can make use of them…she hopes. There is a person there that she would rather not face at the moment. Ari trusts her as much as she is wary of her.

The heavy weight at her side is also present and Ari sighs as she moves her cloak to the side and sees the familiar silver jeweled encasing of the Sword of Gryffindor.

Apparently during his later years, the magical sword it seems decided out of the blue that Harry Potter was it's favorite human and had been glued to her hip like an uninvited wart. Of course to avoid looking like a fool, Ari back then had learnt how to wield all types of sword fighting skills since the damned sword can shape-shift according to its moods.

The overall result was a Harry Potter winning some championships when it comes to medieval weaponry bouts.

A skill which seems she will need right now.

Ari might have left her Auror days very far behind, but being a Magical Caretaker of Creatures requires one to have exemplary observation skills else an irate magical creature can take an arm off if you're not both agile and fast.

That is why she has not moved from her position when she espies two figures approaching her riding on horses. She makes the connection fast and immediately. Ari groans mentally as she realizes judging by their apparel of loose yellow clothing like what Middle-Easterns don back at home and holding what seems to be spears with curved swords on their hips.

"I am in a goddamn medieval society," she thinks to herself as the two men immediately stops in front of her before smiling in what seems to be a lecherous manner.

"Well, well, well brother dear. It seems the gods have blessed us. To what are you doing so far here in the middle of the desert beautiful one?" the nearest one chuckles with a bushy unkept beard at the front of his face. The way he looks at Ari makes the former Boy-Who-Lived scowl. The moron reminds her a lot of a certain blonde ponce at Hogwarts.

Still though, it is way too early to simply AK the fool just because he's eyeing Ari like he's undressing her.

"I am just passing through, no need for you gentlemen to bother me. I am just pausing then I'll be on my way," reiterates Ari.

"Careful how you address your betters woman. I am Ser Corgi, and this is my squire, Barne," he indicates to the younger fellow beside him. "And for your record this, part of Central Dorne is controlled by House Uller no matter how the fools North at Yronwood and the ones at Vaith might say. You are trespassing,"

"I'm pretty sure I am not," sniffs Ari feeling irritated by the smug attitude of the so-called Ser. "I don't see banners or signs, or any inhabitants around here that says this place belongs to House Uller,"

The man to her consternation however only laughs at her words. "This is central Dorne peasant. No one lives here for hundreds of miles for this is the desert unless you're one of those wandering nomads. Are you one of them?"

"I have certainly no idea what you're talking about Ser, and for the record I really do not appreciate being called a peasant-," Ari shuts up immediately as the man levels his spear between her eyes making her instantly stop. Not out of fear mind you, but surprise.

This is Ari's first time having a sharp pointy spear pointed at her direction with the intent to skewer her head.

"Careful peasant, I'm being nice to you since you look like you would be a good lay, but I might just stop being nice and me and my boy here can take you in the sands," says the knight with an overbearing smirk. "Now strip and I might consider letting you drink some water before we use that mouth of yours for something more useful,"

Ari finally decides that the time for being civil is over and she can get nothing from this two for talking. With a flick of her hand, a bright light slams like a thunderclap towards Ser Corgi making the man squawk before exploding like a piñata, bits and pieces of him flying everywhere. One of his eyeballs bounce off the horse of his squire's horse spooking the horse who then rears up, throwing off its poor passenger who does a cartwheel in the air before landing with an audible crack at the ground, his back broken.

"P-please, d-don't hurt me," the dying young man begs as Ari approaches him before crouching towards him. One look at him makes her sigh. He is unmoving, paralyzed most likely from the fall. Judging by the blood leaking from his mouth, the damage to his back is probably severe.

"I don't need to," she simply sniffs. "You broke your back. You won't survive the hour. I can at least make it painless before the desert ants eat you alive,"

She can see the panic in his eyes as he realizes too what she is saying. "Don't worry. I will end it before the ants get ahold of you, or worse, the desert wolves. There is something that I need from you however before I can start letting your soul be claimed by Death,"

At that her eyes glow green as she places a finger at the forehead of the dying man. If possible, the man seems to be even more terrified than before as he flinches at her touch.

"S-s-s-s-Sorceress!" he utters in terror and whisper making Ari smirk at him.

"Close, but not really, I am formally a wizard, but now you can call me a witch I guess. Legilemens!"

Like a hot knife through butter, Ari cuts through the thoughts and memories of the dying man. Being a non-magical, it is not that hard to cut through his defenses. Add the fact that he's dying and it is a piece of cake. However Ari knows that she doesn't have the time.

A normal mind dive can be done in a few seconds to a few minutes. That is because when one dives into a mind of a person, he or she is already focused on finding a specific information from the brain of his subject. However right now Ari, does not have a specific subject; she's focusing on learning as much as she can in this new world, every detail, every memory, every thought she has to absorb.

She has no idea how long she has been sitting there crouched with her finger pressed on the forehead of the dying squire. All she knows that the sun has slowly started to settle down before she finally removes her finger and the body of the squire has finally stopped breathing and is cold.

With a tired sigh she pats her thighs placing relaxing charms on them to get rid of the stiffness before standing in her full height and looking towards the open sky filled with unfamiliar stars all around. This is truly a new world that has been landed on. The place where she is right now is the Southmost point of the Continent called Westeros and the hottest in the region with massive deserts and small petty Houses to govern the few places that have Oases, rivers and any source of water one can find. She is in Dorne, the place where it is hard to live with water being as much precious as it is gold.

The politics of Westeros are also a wonder as the very continent itself. Ruled mostly by people called Andals, they are as divided as they are unique to one another. Dorne for example right now is being united one House by a time by the powerful House Martell who have allied with the Rhoynar fugitives from across the seas. According to the squire, the Prince of that House married Princess Nymeria of the Rhoynar solidifying his rule and declaring themselves the Prince and Princess of Dorne turning one House after another under their banner either through diplomacy or strength.

Outside Dorne, other Great Houses seems to be also in control of the other lands. House Gardener of the Reach and House Durrandon of the Stormlands are neighbors to Dorne, separated only by the Red Mountains. They are as hostile to the Dornish as they are to themselves. The rich House Lannister ruled the Westerlands and House Arryn ruled the East from their mighty castle at the Eyrie. House Stark on the other hand rules the frigid north. Each one of these Houses vying for supremacy and power fighting one another even as they control their vassals around them.

Ari on the other hand according to the dead squire is at Central Dorne, the massive deserts separating House Uller at the West, House Yronwood North West and House Vaith at the South East. They fight over the area claiming they are parts of their territory but none can officially enforce it due to the wideness and inhospitability of the deserts. Only the La'os, or the Forgotten, Dornish nomads calls these wide deserts home. They are the best fighters in Dorne but the most unwelcome, guarding their sources of water with a greed that can be comparable to Lannisters when it comes to gold.

In this brand new world, Ari smiles as she looks at the dwindling horizon. It is time to implement one of her next plans.

Build a base of operations in this brand new world.

Author's Note:

Hello people. So here I am again sharing another new story with you. One that is different from the usual Game of Thrones fanfiction that you readers read.

So last time we started with our MC as a daughter of House Tully. Now we are starting in Dorne. Anyway this story will be full of magic, powerful creatures and a sandbox of epic proportions. Oh did I mention we are starting before Aegon the Conqueror? Hope you readers will help me as we continue this journey. please continue to advise me as we go on so that we don't go astray in our histories okay?

this is going to be one hell of a world building play.

I have been juggling this idea for a long while now. I have not yet fully incorporated the long term. I'll just make it up as I go along. I would really like to hear your opinions and suggestions as we go along.

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Thank you, ciao.