Hello readers.

This is a Fem!Harry/Rhaegar incest/twincest fic. In case you haven't noticed, Fem!Harry is my thing and pretty much all I write. This story will have all my favorite gushy-ness and it will most likely be riddled with cliches and maybe even plotholes.

I don't have a beta, so if anyone is interested please send me a PM. Until then excuse any spelling errors, and don't mind my 'to' and 'too' problem, logically I know the difference but putting it into practice still seems to allude me...

1.

Insanity in Death...

June should have expected this.

The last time she found herself in this place, no more than an hour ago, it should have been obvious that her reprieve from the endless white would be short lived... pun intended. And yet, she had not suspected as such at the time. She had allowed herself to hope she could finally finish the war, and live freely and happily without the burden of prophecy weighing her down, a fools hope it turns out.

She should have known better, really she should have; hope was a dangerous thing, especially for Juniper Potter.

But she supposed it didn't matter much anymore, not since she was again standing nude in the middle of an unnaturally clean Kings Cross Station. How she got there she wasn't really sure, the last thing she remembered was Voldemort's spell rebounding back on him once again, green light, and again she found herself wishing for clothes. A Hogwarts school uniform appeared just a few feet away. At least death was convenient, she thought sarcastically, though that did little to take away from the sting of knowing she died... again.

It seemed that while they couldn't live with each other, they also couldn't live without each other.. how poetic.. romantic even.. and most of all disgusting.

There was nothing in existence June hated more than Tom Riddle and his sick infatuation with her. She truly hoped he was burning in the deepest circle of hell. If there was anyone who deserved such a fate, in her opinion, it was him. Then again, she probably shouldn't wish for such a thing, with her luck he'd find a way to drag her down into the pits with him.

An eternity with Voldemort.. that was a hell she didn't even want to imagine, never mind the fire and brimstone.

A shiver ran down the ravenette's spine once she finished dressing, and it had nothing to do with her morbid thoughts from a moment ago, she felt eyes on her. June wished she had her wand, but unfortunately, that didn't magically appear. Green eyes narrowed; quickly taking in the clean, almost blindingly white, and most importantly- empty train station.

There was no one to be seen, but she knew that she was being watched.

It was a part of the madness associated with being the 'Girl-Who-Lived', she was always being watched. It got to the point that she recognized the sensation instantly, she was also able to ignore the eyes that lingered on her when she choose to. But the eyes focused on her then didn't feel like the kind that could be ignored- not that she would if she could, she was far to curious and weary about the identity of the person who decided to join her in her little piece of limbo, while she waited for the train- their stare was far to heavy to brush aside.

"Professor?" Her doubtful voice echoed into the white space, disappearing into the thin mist at the end of the platform she was standing on.

"No no no, try again!" An unfamiliar, childish, male voice commanded playfully.

But the unnerving part was, it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Spinning in place, her attempts to pinpoint her watcher became much more frenzied, her emerald eyes jumping from place to place wildly, still seeing no one. Again, she really wished she had her wand.

"Who's there?!" She demanded as harshly as she could in that moment, despite the unease curdling in her stomach.

"Don't you want to play, Champion? I've been waiting for you for so long." That proclamation only served to disturb her further.

"Champion?" She muttered to herself, body stiff and eyes still roaming her surroundings. "I don't know who you are, but I don't want to play any games. Show yourself, or leave."

There was an echoing giggle, the childish sound completely out of place in the expanse of white.

"As you wish my Champion." The reply was said in a sing-song voice, with a hint of mocking.

The being, because there was no way it was human, emerged from the white mist at the far side of the platform.

It looked as it sounded, like a child, barely more than a toddler. June wasn't fooled. It wore all white linen trousers and a long sleeved v neck top made of the same material, they were a size or two to large on the small frame, and so sheer they were almost transparent. It moved with an unnatural grace, but at the same time it's movements were jerky, like it's limbs were unused to bending in such a way.

Watching it move was like something out of a horror film.

It was incredibly creepy, and despite the fact that the raven haired girl had faced down mythical beasts, Dark Lords, and evil minions, she still couldn't stop herself from taking several steps back as it approached her. A nagging, horrifying suspicion started to take root in her mind, she was almost sure she knew what this thing was.. though she didn't dare to name it, not even in the privacy of her own mind. Fear and confusion, unlike anything she had ever felt filled her, making her hands shake under the onslaught.

When it was only feet away from where she was standing, backed against a pillar, it looked up, and she saw it's face for the first time. A gasp left her lips, it was beautiful, inhuman, but so beautiful. It's skin was pure white, like the thin clothes it was wearing, and silky hair the color of the void crowned it's head in springy curls. Eyes of bright silver looked at her in some form of amusement, blood red lips pulled into a too large smile, exposing sharp bone-white teeth.

There wasn't a flaw to be found in the angelic face, and tears streaked down her cheeks unbidden to her at the creatures otherworldly appearance. Such perfection wasn't meant to be seen by human eyes, that she was sure of, and she had to stop herself from falling to her knees before it. She didn't kneel, not ever. But absently, June thought she finally understood why some people spent their entire lives chasing and courting Death.

But the thought was fleeting, and left as soon as it came when the thing was staring up at her from it's deceptively young face.. looking for all the world as nothing more than a five year old boy.

"Hello my Champion." It's silver eyes -which shone so brilliantly they put the stars to shame- radiated the same possessiveness that reflected in it's voice.

June shivered again, pressing her back more firmly against the pillar, which she was pretty sure was the only thing holding her up at that point.

"You're..." Her voice cracked before trailing off. Again, she couldn't bring herself to think it, never mind voice the thought aloud.

"Death.." It purred happily, it's smile widening even further.

When it reached out for her, a strangled whimper escaped her throat against her will, she really didn't want it to touch her.. And where the bloody hell was that train?!

"You are afraid of me.." The amusement in it's face and voice vanished instantly, leaving a storm of fury in its place. "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AFRAID OF ME!"

It screamed at her, loud and angry, making the ground under her feet shake.

It's small body leaned in closer to her, fire burning in it's eyes like two barely contained supernovas. June's entire body trembled. Instinct was screaming at her to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. But not only was she sure that would just enrage it more, and she didn't want to incur it's... Death's... she didn't want to incur Death's wrath further, but she also couldn't bring herself to grovel in such a way. Even if she was facing a deranged deity in a temper tantrum, her pride would be the death of her.. if she wasn't already dead of course..

Taking a deep breath, and fighting with all she had for a smidgen of self control, the ravenette pushed the absolute terror of being confronted by death personified to the back of her mind, because she honestly couldn't deal with that at the moment. The deity in a small boy's body was pacing erratically in front of her.

".. not supposed to be afraid.. my Chosen.. my Champion.. she cannot fear me, she is MINE!" The terror she managed to push back nearly overwhelmed her once again when she heard Death's muttered words.

"I don't fear death." If her voice shook no one was there to call her on it. "I'm just surprised, socked, and a bit overwhelmed is all."

And it wasn't a complete lie. She wasn't afraid of being dead, but the idea of meeting Death itself never even crossed her mind. It.. he.. Death was just so alien to her. And he made her feel unbelievably.. small and fragile.

"Lies! You are afraid! I can feel it." The small deity stopped pacing and turned on her once more, pinning her in place with his burning silver eyes. Wetting her lips, June forced herself to calm down, to relax her stiff posture.

"Well.. you're being a bit off putting." The truth spilled out before she could stop it, and she winced, expecting him to get angry once again.

"Off putting?" Death frowned in confusion, eyebrows puckering slightly in thought. "I chose this form to put you at ease, mortals like children."

"Well yes, but only when they actually are children, otherwise its.. er.. creepy."

"Creepy." He repeated the word with little to no inflection. "What form would you prefer I take?" The child-like face looked up at her in confusion, his head tilting to the side like a baby bird.

It was official, this was the strangest thing she had ever experienced in her existence, and the bar on that had been set pretty high.

Before she had a chance to reply that it was more the erratic behavior mixed with the childish face, Death shifted in front of her eyes. Where a painfully beautiful child stood less than a second before, there was now a heartbreakingly gorgeous boy around her age looking down at her from his now taller height. If she were still in her actual body, June was sure her mind, and ovaries, would have exploded just from looking at him.

Such perfection shouldn't be possible.

"Wow.." Green eyes stared at him in wonder. And when he smiled, seemingly pleased with her reaction, it was like the sun breaking over the horizon and she had to look away to stop herself from succumbing to tears once again.

"My Champion.." Her head turned to the side, short raven locks swaying with the motion, just in time to see Death's (who was much closer than he had been a moment ago) hand about to make contact with her face.

If her heart was still beating it would have been pounding in her chest.

For some reason she expected him to be cold, but he wasn't, his skin was actually warm.. very warm.. and something inside her seem too both rejoice and recoil at the touch. Long thin, pale digits traced over her face as she consciously kept her body from tensing. He was so close to her, their noses were almost touching. Again, she was highly unnerved by the deity's actions, and most especially, by the possessiveness still shining in his eyes as he seemed to memorize her features.

"Um.." She bit the side of her lip, wondering how to voice the many questions tumbling through her mind, and ignoring the finger that ran down the slope of her nose. "What exactly is going on?" That seemed like the safest place to start.

Apparently she was wrong about that being a safe question, because as soon as the words left her lips Death's still far to close face dropped into a... pout. The deity was honest to god pouting, and June wasn't sure if she should laugh, cry, or laugh until she cried. It was so incredibly surreal.

Death sighed in annoyance, pulling away from her personal space, the pout still decorating his sculpted blood red lips.

"We will need the Dragon Prince." His voice was also annoyed, and with a negligent wave of the god's hand a new person, who she assumed was the 'Dragon Prince', was standing several feet away from them.

The man looked confused for a moment, until his bright eyes landed on Death, upon seeing the unhappy deity recognition filled his unusual eyes. Interestingly, he seemed to have some experience with dealing with the God of Death. Making a mental note of the familiarity between the two, June took a moment to look the new addition to her limbo over. The 'Dragon Prince' was handsome, tall and lean with silver hair, and deep indigo eyes.

For a second she wondered if he was a veela, he certainly was pretty enough to be with his perfectly proportioned face, and with that hair color.. but then she remembered that there were no male veela so that was impossible.

Besides the almost veela-ish good looks, which would outshine any normal man but didn't really hold a candle to Death's impossible beauty, what really caught her eye was the strange armor he was wearing. It was very reminiscent of the suits of armor that stood guard in the halls of Hogwarts, but he wasn't wearing a helm, and his armor wasn't shining silver but deep black with red accents. The metal was designed in such a way that it looked like thousands of overlapping scales, and rubies were embedded in the breastplate, forming a mosaic of a three headed dragon.

How old was this.. soul.. if he was wearing such archaic armor?

The Dragon Prince opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, and when he looked to Death in question, he only received a scathing glare in return. June's eyebrows scrunched in confusion, was he incapable of speaking, or was Death not allowing him to speak?

"He can't talk?" She looked at back at Death in question, he was still staring down the newcomer, who's eyes were lowered in the face of the deity's obvious displeasure with him.

"He doesn't need to, he is here to listen, nothing more." The ravenette's frown deepened at the blasé tone.

"You don't like him?" The impossibly silver eyes locked on her face once again, taking in her frown, and frowning himself in apparent confusion.

"I do not care for him either way. He is just one soul out of trillions. There is nothing special about him, excluding his compatibility with you, and the fact that he hails from the world I am most interested in at the moment." If anything her frown deepened further, for some reason she thought that was a lie, or at least only a partial truth.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what's going on. I'm dead, right? I died again. Why are you here, why do you keep calling me 'Champion,' and why is he here?" She gestured in the direction of the armored prince who's eyes she could feel studying her. "And what do you mean he's compatible with me? Other worlds? What's going on?!"

In an instant Death's face was directly in front of hers again. A huge smile beaming at her from only inches away. His hands came up to gently rest against her cheekbones, covering her cheeks, and over her jawline. When the breath hitched in her throat he leaned in closer still, their noses bumping together, and another giggle echoed throughout the train station.

"Mortal's are always so curious, so full of questions, normally it is very troublesome, but I can forgive you my Chosen." June shifted slightly under the beings hold, careful not to dislodge his hands in case it angered him. "Come."

Backing away, he grabbed her hand completely ignoring the silent armored man, and started pulling her towards the bench further down the platform, the one she had sat on while talking with Dumbledore about the horcruxes and Hallows. Those Merlin be damned Hallows, this had to be their fault.

Getting the hint when he stared at her expectantly, June sat, watching as the god carefully observed her before repeating her movements. His body bent awkwardly, and she realized he had never preformed the action before. How strange, to think that a being that (most likely) existed since time immortal had never sat down before. It raised the question of what form he usually took, because he was obviously not used to being in the shape of a human body.

Then again, she probably didn't want to know, some questions were better off unanswered.

Turning slightly, she caught a glimpse of the prince who had followed them towards the bench, before putting all her attention on the being beside her. The raven haired girl wanted to pull a Hermione, and bombard him with more questions, and demand he answer the ones she had already voiced, but she realized it would probably be unwise to demand anything from Death. And so she waited, with barely concealed impatience.

"You are dead." The deity told her unapologetically, still keeping a tight hold of her hand. "Your ties to that world have been cut, you cannot go back again. I call you my Champion, because you are my Champion, you have passed my tests, and have now been blessed by me three times. Once in your infancy, and twice on this very day. The prince is here because he will be needed."

Looking into his cosmic eyes, June wondered if she could get away with pointing out that he didn't answer all her questions.

"And the other world ting?" She just couldn't help herself it seemed.

"There are many worlds Champion, many universes, an infinite amount in fact. The world the Dragon Prince was born to has fallen. The Promised Prince has failed, all life forms have been destroyed, and the planet has been overrun by abominations." Deaths inhuman face twisted in rage. "Creatures that circumvent my will, that dare to defy Death! Broken, twisted abortions!" The unnatural white surrounding the platform seemed to darken around the edges in his fury.

"I see.." She really didn't, her only goal was distract the angry death god because the floor was starting to shake under her feet again, and fear was once again churning in her stomach like acid.

"Creatures of ice and broken death, and they go further still to insult me, by raising the dead for their armies." His stare was locked off into the distance, and the floor shook more violently. And then he smiled, a demented smile that was far more terrifying than his angry expression had been. And that was when the ravenette knew, Death was insane, completely and utterly mad.

"I am prevented from interfering by the Ancient Laws, and that, my beloved, is why you are here."

Dread, pure, unadulterated dread infused every fiber of her being.

No, he couldn't mean what she thought he meant by that. She refused to even consider the idea. Her hand unconsciously tightened around the to warm hand still grasping her own.

"... I don't understand." June admitted for the second time, this time far more cautiously.

Death laughed, sharp and unforgiving.

"Oh, but I think you do." The god sing-songed. "I may not be able to interfere directly, but you can, and with the complete loss of life the planet has fallen into my domain. I have far more power than I would normally be granted over a specific world, enough to send my Champion to a set point in the timeline to help the new Prince Who Was Promised. You both will go and do what I cannot, kill the blasphemers."

"No." Ripping her hand away from Death, June stood, anger overriding her fear and commonsense like any good Gryffindor. "No, nope. Not interested. I'm done with war, done. Do you hear me?! DONE. I'm not interested in going to some other world, and fighting again. This isn't my world you're talking about, it's not my problem, I fought my war. I'm dead, I want to stay dead. Just send me to my parents."

"You are MINE! You will do as I command, or I will keep you here with me for eternity." The deity stood as well, yelling into her face, his eyes cold. Again the ground was shaking, but she was to full of self righteous fury to care.

"I am NOT yours, I don't belong to anyone! And I'm done fighting, I already told you. I've fought an undead army once before, it wasn't fun, and I have no intentions of doing it again." Her mind went back to the horcrux cave full of inferi, that night had fueled her nightmares for months, and not only because it was the night Dumbledore died.

"You are mine." A warm hand wrapped around her throat, stopping her in her tracks. "And you will help destroy the beasts who's very existence is an offense to me."

June opened her mouth to argue, but found that -like the unnamed prince- she couldn't speak. The realization felt something like betrayal, but she didn't understand why. Still, that betrayal shone in the depths of her emerald eyes clearly for the God of Death to see, and the anger melted from his face at an almost alarming pace.

His mood swings were truly unnerving.

"Forgive me my beloved, but I am afraid you do not have a choice. Fear not, I am not cruel -not always- sometimes Death is a gift. And I shall give you many gifts to see your task fulfilled. When it is done I will release you, and you will live out your life until it is time for you to return to me once again, on that day I will reunite you with those you've loved and lost... But if you fail... I will send you and the prince back again until you succeed."

Opening her mouth, she again found she was incapable of speech. So instead she tore herself from the gods grasp, and settled for glaring at him defiantly. An arm brushing against her own had her looking to the side quickly, it was the prince, she had almost forgotten about him. He was standing beside her, and June wondered when he had gotten so close. But her attention was diverted when Death sighed, as if she was the one being unreasonable.

"I see you are not pleased with me." He looked put out at that. "You will forgive me in time. Onto the gifts." The deity's smile suddenly returned, and he clapped his hands together twice in excitement.

"First I gift to you the prince, he shall be the new Promised Prince where his son has failed, and your guide and closest confidant. The bond will ensure he is ever loyal to you, though I warn you, it will work both ways."

Bond? She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that, but she didn't like the sound of anything else the deranged god was saying either.

"Second an ally. Returned to his body only moments before his death was set to occur, with his memories intact. He will be your teacher, defender, and loyal to the prince and yourself above all others."

Death gave another wave of his hand, and another man appeared on the platform, he too was garbed in full armor. Unlike the prince, the new man's armor was bright silver, and a pure white cloak hung from his shoulders. He was about as tall as the prince, but had hair the color of tarnished silver, and light brown eyes. If she was asked to choose, the raven haired girl would be hard pressed to say which of the two were more attractive, though she was pretty sure the veela-like prince would win out in the end.

Strangely the new comer didn't seem overly surprised to be there, that too was interesting, why were both men largely unaffected by meeting the God of Death? It seemed to her that they had met him before, like they were expecting for this to happen, like they had been forewarned. The two men met at half the distance between them, grasping forearms in greeting, and their eyes conveying an entire conversation she didn't have a hope of understanding.

"Next my Champion, I shall grant you two protectors. They will find you when the time is right." The smile he gave her then was pure mischief.

"I can not give you the same magic you possessed in your first life. That too is against the Ancient Laws, the introduction of foreign magic will unbalance the fabric of the universe." He commented absently, as if he were taking about the weather while approaching her once again, and taking her hand as June stood there in shock, jaw hung open at the very idea of losing her magic. "But I can gift you with all the talents of your new bloodlines, you will discover them in time."

Shaking her head from side to side wildly, June felt her breathing increase, this was all happening too fast, way too fast. He needed to stop, to be quiet, just for a second so she could catch her barrings. She looked over, trying to gain some support from the prince and the man Death called an ally, but they were gone. Neither of them anywhere to be seen.

Spinning the raven haired girl searched the platform more thoroughly, they had seemingly disappeared.

"Calm beloved, there is nothing to fear. You shall see your new companions soon." Her face was once again grasped by large warm hands, Death rested his forehead against her own, forcibly holding her head in place as she struggled, and staring into her eyes with an intensity no mortal could achieve. "I have one final gift for you, the mind magics from your world are not unlike the equivalent in your new destination. I shall grant you mastery over these magics, though not all at once." He ran his hand that wasn't holding her in place over her face again, his eyes filling with sorrow. "Our time is gone Chosen, five boons I have given you, use them wisely, or history will repeat itself. I will see you again my beloved, mayhap sooner than you think."

And then, before she could fight free of his hold, or attempt to scream, no matter how futile either would have proven, warm lips pressed against her own, and the endless white turned to black.

Please take a moment to review! Did this come out as convoluted as I think it did?

Bonus points if you caught the Supernatural quote. Oh Death, you're not Lucifer silly!