Venus Lily Potter.

The Girl-Who-Lived.

The Girl-Who-Won.

The only source of light in her room at the Leaky Cauldron was the candle that sat on her bedside table. The papers scattered around her had the names of different Death Eaters who either await trial, or capture. Venus rubbed her head where the dreaded scar, now long faded, had once been. It was like there was still a connection, but, that was impossible.

It's been five years since the end of the war, and four since she began working as an Auror. Though, it doesn't make her as happy as she thought it would. In fact, none of the wizarding jobs were likely to do so. She had always wanted to be an inventor. A tinkerer of things. But the wizarding world is too stubborn to move forward in technology. The muggle world could create robots that clean the house and the wizarding world would still insist on using house elves and brooms to get the job done. At least her friends were happy with their jobs. Even though it's pushed them apart. Ron was on the Auror force too. But his missions usually lead to him being out of Magical Britain, and when he returns, he spends most of his time, understandably, with his wife, Hermione. And Hermione, that girl went leaps and bounds from the know-it-all muggle born first year. Now she was the Minister of Magic, running the government fairly, and strictly.

Even Neville was happy as the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts.

And Venus, Venus was in a slump.

Sighing, the Potter Heir shuffled all the papers together and messily shoved them into a large manila folder. Stretching over she blew out the candle. She laid down and looked at the ceiling, taking comfort in the Deathly Hallow necklace that she had clasped in her hand.

Venus is stuck in limbo. There was no moving forward. There was no communication from her friends anymore. She was just… here.

And she didn't like it.

Closing her eyes she desperately wished for a fresh start.

Preferably a start without a damn scar.

"Are you sure that's what you wish for?"

Venus eyes snapped open. Her fingers twitched and her wand shot into her hand and with a cry of "Expelliarmus!" she was greeted by a hiss of pain.

"Lumos Maxima!" Venus shouted and her eyes locked on a hunched figure decked in black.

Only when it's skeletal face meet her eyes did she relax, but only slightly.

"Death, my old friend. You know, sneaking into a lady's chambers in the darkness of the night isn't really appropriate. Even for you." Venus sighed as she put away her wand and once more lit the candle.

"You'd be surprised," Death said with a smirk. "A mistress who wants her lover all to herself, but he doesn't want to leave his wife. So, if she can't have him, no one can."

Venus scoffed, "A waist of life, the both of them."

"And, yet, you wish for a different life than the one gifted to you." Death told her.

Venus was silent after that.

"I have an offer." Death continued, "As I happen to be in debt to you for destroying almost all of my Hallows," At that he stopped and looked pointedly towards where the cloak rested, draped over her desk chair. He made no move to grab it. "A chance to live a life that you've longed for. A chance to start over. Your soul is too pure to remain in limbo."

"Pure?" Venus interrupted with a harsh laugh, "With my past I would think that the idea of purity had left long ago."

"Pure doesn't necessarily mean innocent, as it means good natured," Death explained, "A kind soul that is willing to forgive where forgiveness is due. Even if it's not deserved. A soul of light and darkness, a soul of balance. It's so rare that a soul like that comes around."

"Okay, okay. I'm pure, got it." Venus sighed, "The offer?"

"Right, another chance at life, though, not in the same timeline, or starting point." Death hummed, "And with a slight side effect."

"Which would be?"

"Wizards and Witches already have a long life span. With the repeat of life, your new years, plus the years you have left, would be your new life expectancy. Along with your aging process being slower."

"Slower? Like what, I'll look five when I'm eighteen."

"More like you'll look like a twenty-one year old at the age of sixty. And you'll be undoubtedly more petite than you are now." Death said with a smirk, "Though, you being short will be nothing new."

Venus pursed her lips in thought, "Wouldn't that stick out a bit? Me not aging like a normal being?"

"Just a bit, but it would hardly be a new occurrence."

"I wouldn't have to worry about messing up a timeline, or making people who exist now disappear?"

"The only difference in the timeline will be you. And whatever happens when you are in this new timeline is what's meant to happen."

Venus worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought it over. It's not everyday that someone gets a chance like this. And while she would miss her friends, they had already moved on and had unintentionally distanced themselves from her. They were now more like a once cherished memory than long standing friends. Looking at Death, she saw a new chance, an opportunity to be who she wants to be without the interference of a prophecy.

A new life.

She looked at Death and smiled, holding her hand out, "You've got a deal my old friend."

Death gave a skeleton grin and took her hand in his firm cold grasp.

"Enjoy your new life, Venus."

And thus, the story begins.

Hi guys! I'm Dawn. And yes, this is a time travel story.

Cue the groans.

So, I plan on updating Book 1 fairly quickly. It's only 4 chapters. Book 2 is going to be Harry Potter Years 1-4 and Book 3 is Years 5 and onwards. I hope that you'll all enjoy this knowing that constructive criticism is welcomed as long as it's written without insults or by being offensive.

I hope your with me through this whole journey.

Thank You.

Oh, by the way

I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters, but the character Venus and all the different events that aren't apart of the HP cannon and all OC characters featured in this fic are mine.

(Including this version of death)

BYE!