So I was in the middle of babysitting, just putting the little trouble maker for his nap when a thought struck me. One that had been bouncing around in my head for awhile. I have a thing for stories where Life, Death, Fate and all those things are actually cosmic beings that rule the entire multiverse. I actually already written about them in The Girl with the Blue Hair but didn't actually anything else with them. So this story actually about these Others. At first I wanted to put in Supernatural bUT then I thought "You know what, they first appeared in my Harry Potter universe, I'll do it under Harry Potter." So here I am.

At first it would seem I'm writing two different stories but I'm just altering between the past and present.

I don't own Harry Potter

Others- Cosmic beings that rule and watch over the multi-verse. They were the First Beings of existence. Every one of them were unique and different from one another. Over time, new being and tried to replace the Others from their thrones but every last one of them failed. The Others are always there, watching, waiting.

Others, Wizards, and the Beyond

By Dragon Queen Niji

Summary: The Universe is a strange place, especially when there's more than. Each one crazier and more elaborate than the last. The Others are the beingsame that try to keep order to the Multi-verse. Who else should clean up a mess then the ones who made it?

Published: Thursday, February 9, 2017

Last update: February 9

Last edit: February 9

Words: 899

Chapter 1

Finding you once again

It was a clear night. The moon was waning, the stars at their brightest. It would've been a beautiful Halloween night if it weren't for the tense stillness in the air.

Death stood still in front of the safe house of the last descendants of his greatest enemies. Tonight, October 31st of 1981, the bloodline of those infernal Peverells will finally come to an end and Death's heart will finally be free again.

Death took his time to enter Godric's Hollows cottage. There, not far from the entrance did he encountered the first Potter. Life informed him of James Charles Potter through their link.

Born on March 27 of 1960 to Fleamont and Euphemia Potter but raised by Fleamont's older Brother Charles Potter and his wife Dorea Potter née Black as they could not have a child of their own to continue the bloodline. Fleamont and Euphemia tragically died months later though the cause of the death was never discovered. Was very spoiled by his adopted parents, sorted into Gryffindor in 1971, met Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettrew, his future wife Lily Evans and her best friend Severus Snape, hated all Slytherins due to his beliefs that his birth parents were killed by Death Eaters. He bullied Severus Snape throughout their time at Hogwarts. It is believed he outgrew this part of himself despite it has only been 4 years since he left Hogwarts behind.

He died trying to give his wife more time to escape with their only child.

Fool.

The spirit stood over his prone body, shaking, his face filled with horror.

Death walked over to him, keeping himself hidden behind his cloak.

"Come Potter," Death spoke gravely and with a raspy voice. "We must retrieve your wife and child."

He did not wait to see if James would follow. He knew he would. They walked up the stairs without a sound, seeing as not once did their feet actually touched the ground. Death went into the destroyed nursery and straight to the sobbing woman clutching the spirit of her child who in turn was silently wailing. James bypassed Death and went to his wife and held her as he too cried silently.

"At least will be together in the Afterlife."

With a wave his hand, glamoured to show nothing but bones, the last Peverells were gone.

Death was about to leave when cooing was heard at the still intact crib behind him. It stopped him in his tracks. He was so in shock that his illusion fell and his true form was revealed. His hood was lowered as he turned to get a better look at the supposed dead infant. It was impossible, he just sent the little spirit away with its parents, the soul would then be sent to be reborn once more. Life even told him that parents even took him with them to spend more time before he is return to mortal plane.

Behind the glamour and hooded cloak was an extremely handsome man that looked to be in his mid to late twenties, tall, 6'2 to be exact, black hair reaching just below the shoulders pulled back in low ponytail, with eyes equally as black, it was hard to tell if he was tan or pale depending on the lighting. Death was quite muscular, not bodybuilder, more like a swimmer or runner type build with more defined muscles. Unseen due to the cloak, were two massively impressive black wings with gold and silver markings. His Other Half, Life, had similar markings on her white wings, it's the markings of their lost mate.

Harry Potter was dead, Life confirmed this. So why was the child's body still going as if he wasn't.

Unbeknownst to the cosmic being, his silvery invisibility cloak unclasped itself, letting his wings show in almost over 700 years, the markings were glowing.

The Other approached the crib.

His breath hitched as he made eye contact with toxic green eyes, they were in a way glowing. A glow only an Other could do. Attached to gurgling baby were a pair of ghostly wings. Small, but twice the size of the body they were connected to. They were like pure gold with black markings, upon closer inspection, white can also be seen. Another pair would flash behind the first pair, silvery grey with black and white, giving it an appearance of multiple wings when in reality it was the same pair with different pallet colors. It was another Other. Life and Death were the only Other that actively interacted with the mortals, the others would stay safe behind their little pocket dimensions.

Death didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the Other who took a mortal shell. It hit him, it hit him so hard, he couldn't stop his tears. This could only one Other, the Other that was taken away and sealed beyond his reach so long ago by those Peverell Brothers.

Love, and his Other Half, Hate.

His and Life's mate.

The only being they would call Master. They need Love and Hate to keep them grounded, 700 years ago, they were taken away from them.

They waited 700 years first their return, they can wait another seventeen.

Death kissed the babe's scared head and left before the other wizards came. He gathered up his cloak and left.

Not before leaving his mate a parting gift.

It took less than an hour to write this. No joke.

Would love hear from some of you. Getting reviews means I update faster. I'll probably write a few more chapters tonight and have them posted by the weekend.

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Until next time,

Niji