Death's assistant and Fate's helping hand: Dragon Age

A/N: Simply put, the old version left much to be desired. It was simply too long and way too dry. I hope the new version is better…

05.05.2015 Updated to new version.

16.08.2015 Updated to newer version, again. Thanks to beta reader Kuromei Aibyouka

Setting the Stage

Or

What the fuck is going on in here?

It was a quiet and relaxing Monday morning in the Potter home in the afterlife. At least until someone started cursing up a storm and throwing things around. Looking out the kitchen window, Daphne could see a stool flying into the distance, the sound of shattering glass nearly drowned out by the angry cursing coming from the room where the stool originally belonged.

Giving a small sigh, Daphne Queenie Potter put the now dry plates back into one of the many cupboards in her kitchen and made her way up to the second floor, intend on finding out what the problem was. Wondering what could have encouraged her Harry to make so much noise she first knocked at the now silent door and after a moment opened it. Peering inside the room Daphne instantly spotted her husband sitting on the floor in the middle of his study.

A very much wrecked study she discovered after a glance around the room. Sighing once again the young looking woman stepped fully into the room, gave her husband of many lives and much more years a displeased look and snapped her fingers. Even after so many years, for Daphne it was an odd sight when the room 'repaired' itself by her command. Meaning from on moment to the next it was like what happened before never happened in the first place.

"You know, I used so much energy to reduce everything in here to chaos and you just come in and undo my work," Harry said and pouted up from the ground he was still sitting on.

In lieu of an answer Daphne simply arched a fine brow at him, giving him 'the look'.

'The look' was a curious thing. Mostly used by females and most importantly by mothers and wives not only to admonish someone, mostly her husband, boyfriend or offspring, but it also was an undisguised command for an explanation before the wrath of God would be brought down on the offender.

Harry pouted a bit more for a moment, but soon capitulated before his wife's look. Grumbling a bit, he got up from the floor, walked over to his desk, picked up the letter resting there, and gave it to Daphne. Daphne accepted the letter, accompanied with a soft smile in acceptance of his admitted defeat, and started reading carefully. As she looked over the words, her expression changed into a frown that was becoming more and more pronounced as time went on.

"Let me get this straight," Daphne began, watching her husband's eyes carefully, "Albus fucking Dumbledore has the audacity to ask for forgiveness. Asking for forgiveness for not only sacrificing your parents, your godfather and godmother but also for ruining your life and in the end sacrificing yourself as well? And he tries to justify those… actions… by claiming it was for the greater good? Did I get that right?"

The look of utter disbelief on Daphne's face would have been hilarious, had the reason not been so annoying. Her gaze scanned the letter again, and realized this was actually what Dumbledore had said to Harry at his grave. That life had been one of the more unpleasant the two of them had lived until now. Reborn into a darker version of their world compared to their original world. A world where Dumbledore was more manipulative by a very huge margin, Severus Snape more calculative and ever watching out for his own advantage, Sirius Black more reckless, etc.

It had not been a fun life. But when the Aspect of Death gave an order, you follow it, with as few questions as possible. At least Harry didn't have to lead a revolution this time around. His being born was enough that that world would not have been scrapped. Mistakes and errors just happened from time to time.

Taking a calming breath Harry took back the letter and promptly incinerated it in his hands, "Yes, he has the audacity, you have that right. But, whatever, that specific life is over."

Placing a loving kiss on those kissable lips of his wife Harry left the room and made his way to the kitchen, smelling the delicious scent of Daphne's cooking coming his way. Giving Harry, or more accurate his firm ass a short lecherous look Daphne followed him down the house.

"Before I forget," she said and moved around the kitchen preparing their meal, "Our mom and dad are coming over tomorrow evening for dinner."

Harry's and Daphne's little spot in heaven was somewhat special. Because both of them, Harry starting after his first live and Daphne after some lives tagging along, where the Aspects troubleshooters and therefore would have many different parents and children. Because of this they were given a private spot in heaven which could be visited by all their loved ones. Normally, each universe had its own form of heaven for all those souls residing in them and crossing over to the heavens of other universes was normally not possible.

But because of their work and status, they were an exception. Therefore, it would sometimes get a little crowded in their own heaven when the loved ones of thirty-five different lives came to visit. Now he only needed to know which set of parents she meant. In not all they had the same parents, adopted or not notwithstanding. Hell that had only been in four out of the thirty-five lives thus far and most importantly in not all of them had they been human, or him even male.

"Okay… and which set of our parents is actual visiting?" he asked, a little puzzled.

As Daphne placed the plates with their meal on the table she gave him a somewhat melancholy smile.

"Mikoto and Fugaku Uchiha." she said with a sigh and sat down.

"So," came from Harry's direction with a now distinct and soft feminine voice. "I guess we will greet them like this, huh?"

Looking up from her plate, Daphne saw a beautiful young woman. Long raven black hair, slender but well-proportioned build with a beautiful face and soft cupid bow lips. A shame, really ,that Harry hadn't been reborn with his wonderful green eyes in his Uchiha Sumire incarnation. Between one eye blink and the next across from Harry sat the carbon copy of the form he had now. Uchiha Shirayuri had been Daphne's incartation once upon a time.

In that life they had been born as twins and lived a quite exciting - while dangerous - life. Interestingly enough the lifespan they'd had in that life had been ridiculously long; long enough to live for many thousands of years. Who would have thought that having a huge amount of potent chakra plus their magical cores would extend their lives that long? It had been a real shame that they only where able to pass on their chakra potential to their children and not their magic.

The first time Harry had been reborn as a girl he had been somewhat disturbed. In one of the lives before, Daphne had joked how Harry would freak out being a girl. In the end it wasn't like what they had expected. He had been born, raised and grew up as a girl after all, so he had enough time to grow into it. Had he been simply dropped from his male body into a female one, his soul and consciousness that is, that would have been disturbing, being born female was not as bad as he would have thought.

However, there had been a great difference between his male and female incarnations. While Daphne was in every incarnation female she also had more or less the same personality. Slightly cold and aloof on the outside while being very fun loving, needy with hugs and kisses and having a very healthy appetite in terms of sex. She could give as good as she got and could switch seamlessly between dominant and subservient.

Harry on the other hand, seemed to change in certain things depending on being male or female. Like his gender, certain traits in his personality changed as well. Male Harry was normally a very warm person, sometimes influenced by his temper and therefore prone to rash actions. While he liked and somewhat loved to learn he usually only got going because he had to. He was normally ready and willing to help people and usually quick to forgive; and much to Daphne's delight, very dominant in bed with a taste for sometimes adventurous lovemaking.

Female Harry, on the other hand, was more calculative and withdrawn. She just didn't see the point in trying to emphasize with people she didn't know or normally didn't care about. Generally, she loved amassing knowledge for whatever reason. With her somewhat shy and withdrawn attitude she generally tried to tell the world that her loved ones where enough and the rest could go and fuck themselves. And, again, much to Daphne's delight, she was, in matters of sex, very subservient.

"Only kaa-sama and tou-sama?" a clear question in Harry's female form's eyes.

"Uh-uh, Sasu-chan is still very put out with us. Not that I blame him, we were somewhat responsible for his death after all." Daphne's Shirayuri form said, looking rather sheepish.

"Yeah, it probably has nothing to do with the fact that you are usually blond and I normally run around in my Harry self here," came the replay in a perfect dry tone from Harry, who had changed back.

The last great family gathering had been somewhat strange. Not only had it been the biggest they ever had in their part of heaven but there had been family members who remembered them in other forms. Some expected to find them as Harry and Daphne, some as Sumire and Shirayuri and again some even as a pair of blue skinned aliens and many, many more. And let's don't forget the mother of his draconic incarnation Tiamat. Yeah, that had been fun.

However, things got really disturbing when Harry had been Harry and certain fathers and godfathers pulled him aside and asked about his female forms with way too lecherous smirks on their faces. Changing into his Sumire form and fleeing didn't help either because certain mothers and godmothers asked about his male forms with smirks that would give him nightmares. Going on a flight with his mother Tiamat had been the only option left. Dragons were at least above such things. Idiots.

Finished with their meal, Harry put everything away while Daphne returned to making some cookies. Just sitting in the kitchen and watching his wife bake was some of the many pleasant hobbies he had discovered over the years. This time however it didn't seem like he could have the pleasure of simply watching for the rest of the evening as a knock on the front door brought him back to reality. Daphne simply graced him with a loving smile as he grumbled and pouted but in the end still went to the door.

Opening the front door, Harry was greeted by the sight of two very familiar beings. The male being, looking like an elderly, black skinned man with short white hair, a full and nicely trimmed beard, wearing black priest robes was no other than the great Aspect Lord Death himself. The woman on his arm, looking like the perfect housewife, with long curly brown hair, a womanly body in its prime and a motherly loving look on her face was Lord Death's companion since the start of creation, the great Aspect Lady Life.

Giving his boss and his wife a perfect bow Harry gave both beings a questioning gaze "My Lord, my Lady. Would you like to come inside?"

The first to react was Lady Life, who left the arm of her husband to properly great the interesting mortal soul whom she had taken a liking to since the beginning of time.

"Harry my dear, how are you and Daphne these days?" she asked, gave him a kiss on both cheeks and a motherly hug.

"Hello Harry, how are you this fine day?" Lord Death asked in his deep voice and gave him a hug as well, thankfully without the kisses.

Leaving him at the door Lord Death followed his wife inside the house, who was already searching for Daphne. Shaking his head in amusement, Harry closed the door and followed as well. Back in the kitchen, after a new round of greetings and after everyone one was seated at the table with tea and cookies in front of them Harry asked again.

"It is not that we have anything against your visit but what can we do for you?" Harry asked.

While Daphne and Lady Life first looked at him, then at Lord Death and went back to talking with each other the Aspect of Death snapped his fingers and gave Harry a small folder which appeared in his hand.

"This," he said and pointed at the folder, "is your next job."