So, before everyone starts yelling at me, no I have not abandoned my In All Things Balance series. I am still in fact working on the third arch Unification War. But honestly, I'm having more than a little bit of writer's block with the series. Adding onto the fact that my RL has been seriously complicated lately and well…I needed something fun to write! And honestly Game of Thrones has been stuck in my head for a long time. So, I figured, what better way to get the creative juices flowing than to write something that won't leave me alone huh?

There were a couple of crosses that I considered, I even considered not doing a cross. In the end it came down to two. This story or another which would've been a SWTOR and GOT cross over. Obviously, this story won out. Now that said, this isn't a Harry get's reborn into Westeros. In fact, Harry's role will be kind of slight in this story. That's not to say he won't have a role to play because he will. But I'm trying something that I haven't necessarily read before in HP/GOT crosses I thought, 'why not give it a try'. This story, as you will find out quickly, picks up at the end of original HP series but it is not cannon compliant. I try to explain as much as I can, but honestly what happens in the HP verse isn't vital to this story. But if anyone reading this likes what they've read about the HP verse in the first section, you are more than welcome to expand on it, just let me know beforehand.

Lastly, not sure how often I'm going to be updating this story as I said, I'm writing it for fun and to try and get the creative juices flowing again. But any feedback or suggestions are more than welcome! Criticism as well, I just ask that you keep it polite. I try and answer reviews, but honestly if you leave a review saying, 'this sucks and you shouldn't be writing' (trust me, I've gotten those and worse before, one even saying I should kill myself and that I was going to be sued for writing fanfiction) your message will be ignored.

And obviously, HP and GOT do not belong to me. They are the works of J.K Rowling, GRR Martin and HBO respectively (I kind of break GOT into GRR Martin and HBO writers cause, honestly, they've been going off books since the end of season 5).

And, it should be obvious towards the end of this chapter, but I'm trying to go just s twinge darker with this story cause, after all, it's Game of Thrones.

Anyway, hope that you all enjoy this! And props to anyone who can guess who appears at the end of this chapter! Oh, and as a last reminded, this story isn't beta'd at the moment! So any and all mistakes are my own!

Also, kind of curious to see what you guys think. Do you want me to the perspective like I usually do? Switching between multiple characters each chapter, or would you guys like to see something more in GRR Martin style, one character per chapter? Let me know.

Chapter 1:

In the grass lands of Devon England outside a small village known as Otter St. Catchpole was a small orchard that many would pass by without a second glance. Despite the lingering chill of spring, the blossoms on the tress where still in full bloom, painting the trees with a bright vibrant coloring and dispensing a slight sweet fragrance into the air. Yet neither brought even the smallest amount of comfort to the young woman who was kneeling just beyond the reach of the trees. Tears streamed down her freckled face as she sat and stared blankly down at the ground at the eight small graves aligned before her.

"It's all gone to bloody fucking hell mum…dad." Ginny Weasley, youngest and only girl of the Weasley family, managed to choke out from in-between the flow of tears coming from her eyes.

The Battle of Hogwarts, as it'd now become famously known, was in short…a bloodbath. Which, now that she thought about it, that shouldn't have been a surprised or unexpected. Afterall, what were a few hundred school age children supposed to do against experienced dark magic users that were more than twice their age and had no qualms about using the darkest of magic to inflict the greatest amount of pain and suffering upon their victims? Dumbledore, who'd faked his death at the hands of Severus Snape the year prior, had been no help what-so-ever despite arriving amid the battle and momentarily bringing a caseation to the fighting due to his unexpected arrival.

But the caseation only last for the briefest of moments before the Death Eaters turned their attention towards to elderly, and arguably, most powerful wizard on the British Isles. But instead of casting to kill, as Flitwick and McGonagall had been doing. No, instead the old coot started slinging stunning and binding spells at the Death Eaters, which where then promptly reversed by their fellow Death Eaters. And then, during the battle, all the Death Eaters simply left Hogwarts. Before the confusion of their withdrawal could set in fully, Voldemort's voice echoed throughout the castle. He offered all of them the chance to live…if Harry surrender himself to the Death Eaters before the sun rose.

Naturally, with half of the school age children and two-out-of-three adults who'd come to defend the school dead, including both of Ginny's parents, no one in the school bought it. But before Ginny could find her 'ex'-boyfriend, he disappeared. Along with Dumbledore. No one could find them anywhere.

Despite her grief, she scoured the castle from top to bottom trying desperately to prevent the one person who meant more to her than life itself from doing something incredibly stupid. But then dawn came. And with them the Death Eaters. With a crying Hagrid carrying a limp Harry in his arms.

Ginny didn't even remember running into the courtyard, nor did she remember who it was who stopped her. But before she could get even halfway towards Harry, she was tackled to the ground and held there by a pair of strong arms. Voldemort then proceeded to give some bullshit speech that Ginny didn't bother paying attention. Her focus solely and only on the still form of Harry. And then something truly unexpected happened…Harry rolled out of Hagrid's arms and fired a spell point blank into Voldemort's back. Whether from shock, or orders from their leader, not a soul moved in the courtyard moved as a bubble appeared around Harry and the greatest dark wizard since Morgana, separating the two of them off from everyone else.

Whatever was said between the two didn't pass beyond the sphere keeping them sealed away. But whatever it was, Ginny couldn't help but smile as she saw Voldemort's face turn from confusion to rage as Harry spoke. Then with a flick of his wrist and snarl on his face, Voldemort launched a killing curse at Harry. To which Harry simply raised his hand and stopped with his open palm. The moment the spell touched his skin, a blinding light exploded throughout the courtyard, making every divert their gaze for a second. When her vision finally returned, she gasped as she saw Harry standing with what was once Voldemort's wand in hand. And Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard in millennia, was on the ground curled into a ball.

Ginny, along with everyone else, watched on in awe as Harry calmly walked up to the dark wizard. His face a complete mask as he stared down at the murderer of his parents and countless others. And then, with only a flick of Harry's wrist, Voldemort's head twisted around completely. Leaving the greatest scourge of wizards and muggles dead as door knob.

Immediately upon the death of their Master, all the Death Eaters and those who supported him fled like the cowards they were. A cheer went up throughout the crowd as everyone celebrated their victory. But Ginny didn't give two shites about it, she had only one goal in mind. And that was Harry and getting to him. A task that proved impossible however as the barrier that isolated Harry and Voldemort from the rest of them didn't disappeared. Then Dumbledore was there, appearing with a smile on his face as he walked up towards harry and the barrier. He congratulated Harry, but then all but demanded that Harry turn over the wand in his hand. The wand that'd been taken from his fake grave by Voldemort.

Harry stared at the old man, and then down at the wand in his hand. Something flashed through Harry's eyes at that moment. His eyes fading for a moment before snapping back into focus and glaring at the old Headmaster. Dumbledore, and just about everyone else blinked dumbly at his refusal. Dumbledore than went on to say that he could not allow Harry to leave unless he surrendered the wand. That it was too dangerous to leave in Harry's hands. Instead of complying however, Harry turned towards her. Their eyes met, and Ginny could almost feel like Harry was trying to say everything he could to her with one look. His lips moved briefly, a message meant only for her. 'I'm sorry…wait for me…please.'

And then the barrier shattered and Harry, the twice over savior of the wizarding world, disappeared.

The aftermath of the battle was when everything truly started to go downhill. On top of losing both of her parents Ginny also nearly all of her remaining family. Bill and Fleur were found back to back in the astronomy tower, a spike piercing both and holding them together. What was left of Charlie was found in the dungeons. The body of her brother Fred was being cradled by George as the last remaining twin had tears falling freely down his face. And Ron and Hermione…they were both lost when the Chamber of Secrets had collapsed with the both still inside. In a single night, Ginny had been robbed of most of her family, one of her best friends and the love of her life.

The weeks after the battle passed in a haze. There seemed to be a never-ending stream of funerals and award ceremonies. Her parents were honored and buried. Her brothers were honored and buried. Her friends were honored and buried. And through it all, Ginny stood alone. No family to lean on. No Harry to support her. Then, once the funerals were finally done, Dumbledore dropped the next bombshell on the wizarding world. Harry, their hero and savior was declared a national threat and orders were sent out by the Chief Warlock and backed by the new Minister of Magic that he was to be seized on sight and brought into the Ministry. As if that wasn't bad enough, all of those who supported Voldemort, save for those who'd escaped Azkaban, were given a blanket pardon for everything that'd happened during the war.

Life only seemed to get worse for Ginny after that. Percy, as the oldest living male Weasley, took over as head of house. And he seemed to fall right back into his arse kissing ways. He followed Dumbledore like a lost puppy, agreeing with him on everything and arguing with Ginny that they should forgive and forget what the purebloods who'd sided with Voldemort during the war had done. George was unfortunately no help either. Her brother sunk into a deep depression with the loss of his twin. The business that he and Fred set up went downhill and eventually collapsed. But still, her brother did nothing but stare out blankly into the world. It got so bad, that eventually Percy had sent him to St. Murgos, where he was admitted into their long-term psychiatric ward and had been there ever since.

And then, just because things weren't bad enough, her 'faithful brother', had dropped the latest bombshell on her. To establish better ties with the purebloods of the wizarding world, Percy had used some archaic rule that'd long been forgotten to use his position as Head of House to betroth her to Theodore Nott with a blood magical oath. The moment he said the words, she could feel the magic setting in on her. She was trapped.

"God bloody damn it all Harry!" She shouted, falling face first into the ground as everything bubbled out of her and more tears sprung from her eyes. "Why?! Why did you leave us? Why did – did you leave me?!"

"I'm sorry Ginny."

She was hearing things. That was the only explanation for why she could hear his voice. But even as her mind denied what she'd heard, her heart started thundering in her chest as she slowly turned her head. He looked older than she remembered. But there was no mistaking the young man standing behind her. "Harry." She breathed.

Harry Potter, two-time savior of the wizarding world and her own personal savior, stood behind her. His bright green eyes staring down at her with a deep sadness. "Ginny…" He said lowly as if afraid of what might come next.

Ginny wasn't even aware of her own movements. One moment she was kneeling before the graves of her loved ones, and the next she was tackling Harry to the ground with her lips sealed firmly against his own.

But even as she reveled in the feel of being in his arms once again, her elation came crashing down as pain, unlike any other, rushed through her down to her very soul. Rolling off him, Ginny cried out in agony as she curled in on herself, trying to do anything to lessen the pain coursing through every fiber of her being.

"Ginny!" Harry cried, his gentle hands carefully turning her over as the pain began to lessen and her vision began to clear. The uncertain look was back in his eyes, along with a deep fear as well. "Ginny, what-"

"A gift." Ginny groaned, rolling away from him. "From my bastard of a brother. An…unbreakable blood oath betrothal bond."

"What?" Harry gasped, staring down at her uncomprehendingly. "To…who?"

Ginny didn't bother to hide her snort of disgust. "Theodore Nott."

Harry blinked as his uncertainty turned to visible anger. "What? How? Why? Why would he betroth you to that fucking Junior Death Eater?!"

Ginny couldn't help but scoff. "Junior Death Eater? Please, Dumbledore pardoned all of them after the Battle of Hogwarts five years ago Harry."

When Harry didn't respond, she turned towards him. His eyes were once again wide open, and his mouth was hanging slightly open as well. "Five…five years?"

This time, it was Ginny's turn to be confused. "Yeah, it's been five years since you disappeared Harry. How long do you think it's been?"

"A few weeks at most." Harry answered almost immediately, shocking Ginny before he turned towards her and placed his hands in hers. "Ginny, please. Tell me everything. Everything that has happened over the past few years."

So, she did exactly. Every detail of the hell that'd been her life for the past five years she unloaded onto him. And through it all, he just sat there absorbing each word without saying anything in response. After nearly half an hour she'd finished with the latest bit of information that caused her to seek out he solace of her parent's grave.

It started off barely noticeable. Nothing more than a slight shifting of the wind. But soon Ginny could feel something that was almost pressing down on her. Her eyes widened as she realized just what, or rather who was causing the invisible pressure. Harry…was glowing! "Fuck!" Harry suddenly shouted, making her start with his sudden anger even as he jumped, spun and slashed his arm across his body.

What happened next was, quite simply, unbelievable even to a witch of Ginny's caliber. The air around Harry's arm, distorted as he slashed it across is body before rippling out like a shock wave away from this body. Everything that the shockwave touched…disintegrated as it were nothing more than ash to be scattered on the wind. Tall grass, trees…even the few birds that couldn't get away in time. Everything within twenty-meter radius in front of Harry disintegrated in the face of his anger.

"Fuck." Harry breathed, his back still facing her. "Sorry…I – I'm still having some difficulty control just…just what I've become."

'What he's become?' Ginny asked herself, forcing her heart to slow from its break-neck pace to something resembling normal. "Harry," she said slowly rising to her feet and tentatively reaching out for him. "What…what do you mean by that?"

The moment her hand touched his shoulder she felt his entire body stiffen for a split second before almost melting into her touch. "Ginny." Harry said, turning around to face her and reminding her instantly of that young wide-eyed young boy she saw at Platform 9 ¾ all those years ago. "Do you…do you know about the tale of the Deathly Hallows?"

Ginny cocked her head at that. "The children's tale? I've heard of it…but it's just that Harry. A child's tale. Nothing more. Everyone knows that."

Harry scoffed at her response. "And everyone knew that it was impossible to survive the killing curse as well Ginny. No. The Deathly Hallows are not just a children's tale. They're…much more than anyone imagined."

Before she could ask him what he meant, Harry reached up and touched his shoulder. Upon his touch, a cloak appeared out of nowhere across his shoulders and down his back. "This," he said pointing towards the cloak. "This is the Death Cloak."

Next, he held out his hand, showing a large silver ring with a ruby stone that Ginny swore was not there a second ago. "This is the Resurrection Stone. And this," he paused before pulling out a bone white wand again from seemingly thin air. "This, this is the Elder Wand. Together these three are the Deathly Hallows. United, under one Master. The Master of Death."

Ginny honestly wasn't sure what to make of what Harry was saying. Part of her wanted to scoff and laugh at the thought. The Deathly Hallows and the Master of Death were nothing more than a child's tale. A fantasy. But…then again, to most the world magic was a fantasy. Deciding to put her trust in Harry, Ginny leaned in to take a closer look at each item. "So…you're the Master of Death?"

Nodding, Harry made each of the items disappear one at a time. "I'm 'a' Master of Death, yes."

Blinking at the emphasis, Ginny rocked back on her heels. "So, what does that mean? You're some sort of, super wizard or something like that?"

Harry's lips turned up slightly. "Yeah, something like that, I guess. But that's a gross under simplification. So, why don't I just show you what I mean instead."

Before she could ask what he was going to do, Harry stepped forward and cupped her face in the palms of his hands. Even a few days ago, just the mere thought of Harry doing such an intimate act would've sent her heart racing, but now…because of the damn Oath her brother forced on her, she felt her feelings for Harry muted. But then something strange happened. She, she could almost feel Harry's magic reach within her. She gasped as his magic almost seemed to grab hold of what was keeping her feelings muted. And then it…snapped. A like a damn breaking her feelings flooded through her again. Her wants and desired returning with such vengeance that she was pretty sure she would need to change her unmentionables immediately.

"Harry," she gasped, reveling in the feel of his hands on her face. "What…what did you-"

"I broke the betrothal contract." Harry said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ginny's eyes, which had been slowly closing due to the pleasure coursing through her, snapped open and met Harry's vibrant green eyes. "That's…impossible!"

"For a 'normal' wizard, yes." Harry nodded, his hands still not leaving her. "But I'm no longer a normal wizard Ginny. I'm the Master of Death."

Ginny couldn't have stopped her next movements even if she wanted too. One moment she was standing in front of Harry, and the next she was pressed flush against him, her hands waving through his hair as her lips attacked his. Harry, to his credit, was only momentarily put off balance before he managed to figure things out and began returning the favor with a vigor equal to her own. Eventually, the need for air overrode her desire and she was forced to pull herself away from Harry.

"Harry," she gasped, feeling no small amount of pride at listening to the object of her affection having trouble catching his breath as well. "You, we, need to go somewhere. Now. Or my parent's will be seeing more than they ought too."

Harry didn't need telling twice. His arms wrapped tightly around her, and then there was the feeling of a pull at her naval as he apparated the two of them away. She didn't even bother to look around to where he'd brought her. The lighting was dim, but it was obviously a bedroom of some sort judging by the huge and inviting bed in the center of the room. Not that Ginny really cared, not at that moment anyway. The moment she was able to reorient herself, she renewed her attack on Harry. Her hands moving from his hair down to his neck then his shoulders. She wasn't sure who began pulling at who's clothing first, but soon the both were down to nothing and in the bed. Ginny wasn't sure just what the hell had happened to Harry in the five years he'd been gone, but whatever it was had done wonders to his body. 'Bloody fucking hell!' She gasped as she leaned into Harry's touch even as he trailed his lips across her skin. 'He's built like a fucking Adonis! Whatever the hell happened to him…I'm surely not complaining!'

For the next few hours, or it might've been days, the two did things that Ginny had only ever fantasized about. And some things she didn't even know where possible! But no matter what the two of them did, or how much Harry spent, he was always ready to go for more. And for that matter, so was she! But eventually nature caught up to the two of them as pure exhaustion set in and they were forced to bring their pleasant activities to halt.

"Harry," Ginny said quietly as she laid her head against Harry's shoulder, her fingers tracing imaginary designs across his bare chest. "There's something that you said that's been bothering me."

"What is it luv? After all of this…I doubt we have any more secrets between one another."

Picking her head up, a feat which was much harder than it should've been, Ginny met Harry's eyes. "Back at the cemetery…you said you were 'a' Master of Death. What do you mean by that?"

Giving out a low sigh, Harry sat up in bed, helping her up with him. Once the two were seated, Harry ran his hand across the sheets making the three Hallows appear on the bed. "The story of the three brothers is, to be honest, not entirely true." Harry said as he stared down at the items on the bed. "These relics are old. Far older than anyone could ever imagine. Older than even Earth or whatever deity it was that created us. Perhaps it was a deity of death that gifted them unto the mortal realm, but it was not Death who gave them to the three brothers. It was the previous Master of Death."

Pausing, Harry picked up the Elder Wand. Holding it away from them, Ginny watched as Harry's eyes narrowed in on the object. The wood seemed to ripple then extend. And within a split second, where there was once a wand there was now a sword. A second later a staff. And another second later and it was back to its wand self. "The items can be adjusted to the Master of Death's will. That is why they weren't really recorded in history, because they have no true shape beyond their intended purpose. And as for what I said when I said I'm 'a' Master of Death. Well, I'm not the first. Nor the second. Or even the fiftieth Master of Death. And within these items are echoes of all the previous Master's of Death. And now that I'm one with them, I can call upon their essences and learn from them."

Ginny's eyes widened at the insinuation. "That's what you've been doing for the past five years!" Ginny exclaimed, connecting the dots. "You were learning millennia's worth of magic!"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "Although like I said, to me it only felt like a few weeks. A last little fuck you from the previous Master of Death."

Ginny's brow furrowed. "The last Master of Death? You mean, the one who gave the Hallows to the three brothers?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, making the three objects disappeared in the aether once more. "He was, and still is I guess, an utterly selfish bastard. He wanted to be the greatest and last Master of Death. He wanted to be Death itself. But not even the Master of Death, as powerful as we are, are immune to Death or it's icy grasp. When he knew his time was coming, instead of finding a successor like the previous Master of Death had, he scattered the Hallows in the hopes that they would never again be reunited. Making him the Last Master of Death."

"Well," Ginny smirked, curling up to Harry. "He failed."

"Yeah, he did." Harry whispered into her hair as his hand gently messaged her back.

But even as the two sat their enjoying each other's presence, Ginny could tell there was something else weighing down on Harry. "There's more you have to say, isn't there Harry?"

Harry's hand stilled on her back. "I never could get anything past you, could I?"

"No." Ginny said, leaning back. "Now spill. What else is there that you haven't told me?"

Sighing, Harry closed his eyes and turned his head away from her. "The power of the Master of Death…to put it simply it's too much for one single mortal being to hold. Even now I must constantly keep holding myself back or the power I've obtained would fracture my very being. So, to not have to constantly keep a tight rein on themselves, the previous Masters of Death figured an ingenious solution. They distributed a portion of their power to four individuals who then became bound to the Master of Death. You've probably heard of the four who were bound to the last Master of Death. He named them War, Famine, Pestilence and Death."

Ginny's eyes widened. While not an expert on muggle history or religion, everyone knew of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. "So, what are you saying? You need to find your own Four Horsemen?"

"They don't have to be like the previous ones." Harry said quickly. "Like I said, the previous Master of Death was an asshole. He might have started out good, but the power of the Hallows corrupted him and with his corruption so too were his Horsemen corrupted. But, yes. In the end I need to find Four Horsemen if you will. Otherwise I'll I have to live the rest of my life constantly holding myself back. And in the end, more than likely kill myself from the strain of doing so."

Ginny didn't even have to think of what she was going to say next. Leaning into Harry, she gently pressed her lips against his. "Well…you've already found one luv."

Harry's eyes snapped open and turned to her. "Ginny…do you have any idea what your saying? You'll be bound to me for eternity. If I die, you die. If I go dark, then so will you. And for so long as I live, so shall you. You'll outlive everyone you love."

Rolling her eyes, Ginny had to resist the urge to smack Harry upside the head. "Harry, everyone I love save for you is dead. And incase you haven't noticed yet you bloody idiot…I'd follow you to hell itself. If you need Four Horsemen Harry…then I gladly offer myself to you."

Opening his eyes, Harry turned his head just enough to meet her eyes. "Ginny, are you certain about this? Once we go down this road, there is no coming back."

Again, she had to resist the urge to smack the noble git. "Harry, we're already way past the point of no return luv. Now, do whatever it is you have to do Harry."

Ginny wasn't quite sure what she was expecting when she said those words. Some grand ritual or something, but instead Harry simply stared at her. And then it happened. For no reason it felt like she'd taken a bludger to the gut as she curled in on herself. Her mind went blank as pain unlike any she'd ever felt before coursed through her. She could vaguely hear someone screaming, and after an eternity her pain addled mind realized that she was the one screaming in agony. Then after a minute, or a second, or it might've even been days the pain suddenly ceased.

Blinking away the tears in her eyes, Ginny slowly sat up. But strangely, she felt no pain. In fact, she'd never felt better in her entire life! Picking herself up fully, she turned to Harry. "Harry…what the bloody hell just happened!?"

Harry didn't say anything as he stared at her. Flicking his wrist off to the side, Harry wandlessly conjured up a full-length mirror. "See for yourself."

Getting out of bed, and nearly stumbling over her own two feet in the process, Ginny awkwardly made her way over to the mirror. "What the bloody fucking hell!" Ginny exclaimed as she stared at the stranger in the mirror.

Ginny Weasley, while not overly small, was petite and rather skinny. The woman staring back in the mirror however had at least five more centimeters on Ginny. Had more womanly curves than her and definitely had more muscle mass. Not only that, but her hair was…'Bloody fucking hell! Are those…small wisps of fire leaving my hair! What the bloody fuck!'

But even as Ginny marveled at her new physical appearance, she could feel that something else was off as well. Her magic was almost bursting! Turning away from the mirror, she focused on the small nightstand next to the bed. She'd read about the theory of wandless magic before, but few could ever even dream of performing it. Focusing on what she wanted, Ginny waved her hand at the nightstand. Immediately the wooden structure transfigured itself into a small wooden horse that began prancing around the room. "Holy fucking, what the fuck, did you fuck, fucking fuck…holy fuck!"

On the bed, Harry started chuckling. "Well…if nothing else you surely showed the diversity of that word luv."

Turning back to him, Ginny felt a familiar feeling swell within her. "Cheeky bastard." She murmured before she pounced, literally pounced, across the room only to land on top of him. But instead of catching him by surprise, he caught her completely off guard when he caught her midair, flipped her around, and in a blink of an eye had her pinned to the bed underneath him. 'Fucking Morgana's tits!' Ginny groaned as Harry attacked her breast even as she fought uselessly against him. 'I can tell I'm stronger now than I was…so…fuck! Just how much was he…holy fuck…holding back?!'

Several hours later, the two now thoroughly satisfied lovers resumed their peaceful position with Harry on his back and Ginny laying sprawled out across his chest. Only this time, Ginny was exercising her new-found powers by creating a small wisp of fire and having it dance around her fingers. "So…am I your Horseman now?"

"Yes," Harry confirmed as he tightened his hold on her. "Although I really don't want anything to do with the last Master of Death. So…how about my Angel?"

Smiling, Ginny let the flame die. "Your Angel of War, or Bravery. I like that." Snuggling into him, Ginny paused. "Harry, what are we going to do now?"

"Now? Well…seeing as how everything has officially gone to hell and no progress has been made. I'd say its time we take a stand for bring about the change that is so desperately needed for our worlds continued survival."

Licking her lips, she lifted her head and met his eyes. "People are going to die, aren't they?"

"More than likely." Harry nodded somewhat sadly. "Ideally no would die. But sometimes, in order to bring about true change, the old must be cut away to make room for the new."

Surprisingly, Ginny found she didn't seem to care in the slightest that people were going to die, or even that she was more than likely going to be one of the ones doing the killing. All she cared about was brining about the change that Harry wanted. "You're going to need more than just me in order to do this Harry." Ginny said, sitting up. "Have you thought of who else to add to your, 'Angels'?"

"No." Harry answered, rubbing at her bare thigh. "I take it you have some ideas about who to ask?"

Ginny felt her lip curl upwards. "Oh yes. And trust me Harry, they want change just as much as you. Change…and revenge."


Sitting at the large ornate table in the main dinning hall of Malfoy Manner, Narcissa Malfoy idle sipped at her wine as she carefully observed those around her. Each witch or wizard that dinned with them that even were, of course, of pureblooded ancestry. And the fact that they were all former followers of the Dark Lord was a mere detail. In the wake of the Dark Lords defeat her husband had managed to keep all of them out of Azkaban. An action which nearly brought the Malfoy's to bankruptcy, as their vaults were nearly devoid of all gold and they even had to sell off all their house elves. And the only reason why that was even possible was because so many halfbloods and mudbloods had died during the war and the Hero of the War, Harry Potter, was missing there were few to challenge their release. They didn't even need to claim the Imperius Charm this time around.

'The old fool is really going senile. Letting us all go with nothing more than a slap on the wrist and a stern warning of 'don't do this again'.' Narcissa thought with a smile as she watched her son idly chat with his Hogwarts fling and now betroth Pansy. Not the match she wanted. But with the death of Astoria Greengrass and the disappearance of Daphne, Pansy was the next best breeding stock available to her son.

Of course, not everything had gone smoothly after the war. For some reason, Draco was still barred from claiming the title of Head of the Black Family. Something that should've been easy considering Andromeda and her daughter Nypmhadora were dead. Draco was the last living direct Black descendent. 'Sirius must've done something.' Narcissa thought with a grimace as she set her wine down. 'But how? He didn't directly disinherit Draco. That would've required him going to the Ministry, which would've resulted in his immediate execution. No…he must've named a new Heir to the Black family. And I know exactly who he would've named. The only one who had a legal claim to the title besides Draco. Harry Potter.'

But even now, after five years of him being missing, the blasted goblins refused to hand the Lordship over to her son. They said that Harry was still alive and therefore still the Lord of House Black. And until that changed, her son wouldn't be able to claim Lordship.

Hearing the chiming of a glass next to her, Narcissa forced herself out of her musing as her husband rose to his feet. "My friends, it is an honor to have you all gathered together once again." Lucius began, picking up his glass and taking a step away from his seat. "Despite our recent set back…our cause is still strong. In fact, I think it might even be stronger now that we are once again together than ever before."

A heavy snort came from down the table, making everyone turn to see who'd made the interruption. "Stronger than ever before?" Lord Nott laughed. "How can you say that? Our Lord is dead. And my son…the healers still don't know what is wrong with him! I fail to see how we are stronger now than before Lucius!"

Setting her wine down, Narcissa watched as her husband approached Nott. "You have my condolences for your son." Lucius said, with almost genuine regret in his voice. "But yes, we are stronger now. Voldemort was powerful yes. And he was a great figurehead to our noble cause. But tell me, how many purebloods died at his hands? The Dark Lord was a weapon, that was all. A loose cannon, as the muggles like to say. But we, we are the daggers in the dark that will shape the wizarding world into what it should be. A utopia, where the halfbloods, mudbloods muggles know their proper place. Beneath us."

"And how do you expect us to that Malfoy?" the Dowager Zabini asked. "Despite getting off with supporting the Dark Lord, all of us are now being watched carefully."

"I'm not saying that change will come immediately." Her husband continued. "But it will come. So we need to wait a decade or two. What does it matter? All of us have plenty of time left. We play the 'lights' game for now. We allow them to think they've won. And in time, we slowly re-introducing our changes back into the system. And in time, we will be back where we belong. My friends," Lucius paused his speech to raise his glass. "To the future!"

"To the future!" Narcissa intoned with everyone else at the table as they all lifted their glasses.

But as the wine touched Narcissa's lips, a low steady clap began to echo throughout the room. Lowering her glass, she turned her head towards the main stairway that led out of the dinning hall. Her brow furrowed as she watched a single cloaked and hooded figure make their way up the stairs, slowly clapping with each step they took. As everyone else began to stare at the new individual, Narcissa was rapidly going through the guest list in her head. 'Everyone is here! How, who is this? But more importantly…how the bloody hell did they get past the wards?!'

"Nice speech Lucy." The figure said in a voice that made the hairs on the back of Narcissa's neck stand on end. It was a voice she recognized…but prayed she would never hear again. 'Please…' Narcissa begged. 'Don't let it be him! Anyone but him!'

But as the figured climbed the final stair and entered the light, Narcissa felt her stomach plummet as the War Hero himself, Harry Potter, made his way into the room as if he owned the place. "I must say Lucy, I'm disappointed." Potter chuckled humorlessly as he walked towards the table. "You went through all this trouble to invite all these prominent families…and yet I wasn't invited? If I didn't know you better Lucy, I would be insulted at being overlooked. But then again, you always did overlook and underestimate me in the past. I wonder, did you ever tell anyone the story about how a twelve-year-old boy tricked you into setting your house elf free?"

Across the table, she could see her son about to stand, but a subtle shake of her head made him sit back down. 'Potter somehow managed to get past our wards without us knowing…which means he's more than likely not alone. Or at the very least he has some sort of plan. No one is stupid enough to simply walk into the snake's den and start insulting everyone present without some sort of plan.'

"Potter." Lucius sneered as he stared at the vanquisher of the Dark Lord. "You are not welcome here."

Potter merely tilted his head to the side. "Really? Why? I see so many prominent families here. Malfoy, Zabini, Carrow, Parkenson and Nott. Speaking of which Nott, how's you're so doing? Have they managed to realign his brain back into any sense of working order? Not that there was much there to begin with of course."

"How dare you Potter!" Lord Nott screamed, rising to his feet and pulling his wand. Only, it wasn't a wand. And Narcissa and the rest of those at the table were left to stare completely dumbfounded as Nott waved a banana at the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Now now Lord Nott." Potter chuckled. "That wasn't very nice. Now be a good little obedient doggy and sit down before I put you done."

"Nott," Lucius said, still facing off against Potter. "Sit down."

Narcissa had to swallow the lump in her throat as she watched Nott slowly sit down, all the while staring daggers at Potter. 'Lucius is right you fool.' Narcissa thought, her mind running fast to try and figure a way out of this situation. 'Potter is not a complete idiot. He wouldn't have come here without a plan of some sort. And judging by the fact that he managed to get past our wards and transfigure Notts wand without using his own…he obviously wasn't idle during his disappearance.'

"Good boy." Potter mocked. Before refocusing on her husband. "Now, as I was saying Lucy, where was my invitation? After all, I'm Lord House Potter and Black. Two of the four Ancient and Noble houses. And I don't see Greengrass or Bones here either? Ignoring all Four Ancient and Noble House Lucy? For shame."

Lucius still held his ground. "What do you want Potter? This is a private gathering."

"Oh, I can see that." Potter nodded looking around the room. "And believe me, I honestly don't want anything to do with the lot of you. But once I heard you were having this little get-together, I realized it was the perfect opportunity to see if you all still had your heads firmly up your asses. Unfortunately, not only I was right on that assumption, it seems to me like you're all now trying to get your shoulders up there as well."

"To hell with you Potter!" Lucius shouted his wand snapping into his hand. "Avada Kedavra!"

The sickly-green spell leapt forth out of Lucius's wand and struck Potter dead center in the chest. And for a moment, Narcissa had hope that it was over. But then, to hers and everyone else's shock, Potter merely brushed off his chest where the spell had struck him. "That didn't work for your Master Lucius. So why the ever-loving fuck did you think it would work for you, hmm?" Potter took a step towards her husband, which in turned made Lucius take a step back. "You purebloods are all alike. Too caught up in the past to see the future. And so reliant on magic, that you don't realize that sometimes you need to get your hands dirty to get something done. Here, let me give you an example."

If Narcissa had blinked, she would've missed what happened next. But one moment Potter was advancing on her husband and the next he'd crossed the ten meters separating them and…had his hand lodged completely in her husband's throat. Potter's arm clenched as a wet ripping sound echoed throughout the room. And then, her husband was falling backwards with Potter standing above him. Her husband's bloody tongue clenched in Potter's fist. "Well, that ought to shut him up for good."

The second Lucius's body hit the floor, pandemonium spread through the dinning hall like wildfire. Witches and wizards started shouting spells. Furniture went everywhere and the windows into the hall started shattering. Narcissa didn't care for any of it though. Instead of joining the fight, she instead grabbed hold of Draco, who in turn grabbed Pansy, and together the three of them ran from the hall.

"Mother!" Draco shouted as she half led, half pulled her son through the house. "What are we doing? We need to kill that bast-"

"Use your head Draco!" Narcissa shouted rounding on her son even as screams of death came from the room they'd left behind. "Potter walked through our wards without us even knowing! Took a killing curse to the chest and brushed it off! Then ripped your father's tongue out through his throat with his bare hand! This is not a fight we can win son. Our only goal now is survival! Do you understand!"

But she never heard the answer as the temperature in the hall plummeted so fast that the glass lanterns shattered as the magical flames within died, casting the three of them into total darkness. Grabbing her wand, Narcissa forced Draco and Pansy behind her as she heard steady footfalls approaching them from the direction they'd been heading. Squinting her eyes, she tried and failed to peer into the darkness before them. "Cover your eyes Draco, Pansy." She said lowly as she held her wand aloft. "Lumos maxima!"

The bright light filled the hall in front of her, revealing an indistinguishable figure in what almost looked like crystalline white armor complete with a face plate walking towards them. As the light began to fade, Narcissa trained her wand on the slowly approaching figure. "Avada Ked-" Her spell ended mid incantation as her wand instantaneously froze and snapped clean in half.

"How pathetic Narcissa." The figure spoke in a feminine voice that was oddly familiar to her.

Then the figure was on them. Narcissa felt something hard hit the back of her head as the floor suddenly rushed up to meet her. As darkness claimed her vision, she could just barely make out the sounds of her son and future daughter in-law crying out.

"Wakey wakey Narcissa."

Moaning at the pain in her head, Narcissa blinked as she tried to open her eyes. She was back in the dining hall, and she was sitting down at one end of the grand table that dominated the room. And opposite of her, sitting as if he owned the place, was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Reflexively, she tried to rise, but immediately found she couldn't move. Looking down at her arm, her horror grew as she saw the reason why. Sections of the chair she was sitting upon had been…warped and were now wrapped around her arms, legs and waist. Effectively keeping her in place. Giving the room a quick glance, she had to fight down the bile that threatened to leave her. All around the room were witches and wizards. Dead. Some were killed so brutally that even the Dark Lord would've baulked. But others merely seemed to have collapsed where they stood without a mark on them.

Forcing her eyes off the carnage, she refocused on Potter. Only now that she truly looked, he wasn't alone. Standing just behind him were four figures encased in red, a dark red almost brown, yellow and white crystallin armor. Each of whom had their faces covered with a crystal mask to obscure their identity. Hearing the clink of silverware, Narcissa nearly did a double take. Potter was…delicately cutting into the meal on the plate before him. The meal that was meant for one of the many guests that now laid dead around them. Spearing a small piece of meat onto the end of his fork, Potter took a bite and savored the taste before nodding. "Hmm. This is quite good. Did you cook this? You don't have any house elves to serve you any more so you must have. Or did you have it catered? If so, who did you go through?"

Behind him, one of the figures, the one in red, shook their head. "Merlin Harry, laying it on a bit thick there aren't you?"

Narcissa didn't say or do anything as Harry nodded. "You're probably right." Harry conceded as he picked up one of the non-broken wine glasses and drained its contents. "But I'm right as well. This food is good. Why don't you all join us."

The four figures behind Harry almost seemed to, shimmer as the crystal armor surrounding each one rescinded back up towards their head and…into their hair. By the time the armor was gone, Narcissa could only stare wide-eyed at the four young women before her. The one with red armor was none other than Ginevra Weasley. The one in yellow was Luna Lovegood. The one in reddish-brown was Susan Bones. And lastly, the one in the blue armor, the one that'd knocked her unconscious and had done only Morgana knew what to her son was Daphne Greengrass.

As one, the four women moved out from behind Harry and each took a seat near the boy's end of the table. "Oh yes," Harry remarked offhandedly as the four sat down and started in on their food. "I forgot. Kind of hard to eat like that isn't it Narcissa, hopefully this will make it easier."

With nothing more than a twitch of his finger, the transfigured parts of the chair that'd been wrapped around her arms came alive and withdrew, allowing her to move her arms freely. Instead of eating however, Narcissa just stared at the young man in what she hoped was a defiant manner. "Where's my son? And Pansy. What have you done with them?"

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Harry met her gaze. "Dead."

Narcissa felt her heart shatter at the offhanded way he made the comment. "I saved your life back at the Battle of Hogwarts!" She shouted, trying to rise only for the bindings from the chair to become tighter.

"You saved him out of self-preservation." Ginevra said quickly as she delicately picked at her meal. "You realized that Voldemort was killing off purebloods left and right and new that you, your son and your husband were next on his list as you'd all pretty much outgrown your usefulness. Harry was the best chance there was to kill the Dark Lord. You didn't save him out of some new-found light. You saved him purely because you wanted him to kill Voldemort, therefore sparing your own life."

"But Narcissa is right." Harry conceded. "Whether from self-preservation or not, she did save my life that day by lying to ol'snake face. Which is honestly the only reason she's still alive right now."

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, Narcissa forced herself to be calm. "And my son?"

Instead of answering, Harry tapped the glass table top before flicking his finger across it. Next to her plate an image appeared in the glass. An image of a young pretty girl and two elders who were more than likely her parents. "It's amazing what you can find if you look into non-magical unsolved cases." Harry said, nodding towards the pictured. "That girl was tortured and raped repeatedly. As was the mother. The father was brutalized so thoroughly that the only way they could identify the body was by the serial number of an artificial knee joint. The non-magical police couldn't solve the case, but the Auror's did investigate. The case was buried of course, and the investigating office retired the next day to a very comfortable beach house in the Caribbean. But nothing stays buried. We found the investigation report. And do you know who was found to be responsible for the crime?"

Narcissa didn't for him to tell her, she already knew. She kept a close eye on her house's finances. And when a huge withdrawal was made a few years back, she assumed that it was because her husband was back to his old habits. But she hadn't pieced together that he'd managed to drag her son down with him this time. "And Pansy?"

"That bitch got what she deserved." Daphne said sharply. "She knew of your plans to bind Astoria and Draco. So, during the battle of Hogwarts while everyone else was distracted she tracked my sister down. Cornered her and slit her throat before throwing her off the castle walls."

Closing her eyes, Narcissa fought against the growing swell of dread within her as she tried to keep her voice steady. "Whatever you want from me Potter, you won't get it. So you might as well kill me know."

Setting his glass down, Potter got up from his seat. "Do you know what your sin is Narcissa?"

"Vanity." Narcissa shot back quickly as she raised her chin in what she hoped was a defiant manner.

Chuckling, the boy made his way towards her. "No. Although good guess. No. Your true sin Narcissa is betrayal. Your family loved you. I'm not taking about your ferret son and idiot husband. I'm talking about Andromeda. Nymphadora. Sirius. Regulus. They all loved you dearly. Each of them stood against the Dark Lord in one way or another. Yet you, you turned your back and betrayed all of them. And for what? Power? Wealth? Someone who thought of you as nothing more than a broodmare? A sniveling little brat that cared more for his father's opinion than yours? You helped bring about the death of everyone who ever truly loved you, for this." He said, accenting his statement by waving his hand around him the manner. "And you did it without even batting an eye. Betrayal, Narcissa Malfoy, is your sin."

Drawing even with her, Harry drew his wand and held the point against her bare cleavage just above her heart. "But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. In fact, I'm going to give you what you always wanted. This place. It's money and it's power for all eternity."

A burning sensation shot through her chest reaching down into her very soul. But before she could react, the wand left her skin, leaving an intricate rune burned into her flesh. "Wha – what did you do?"

"Gave you what you wanted." Harry answered. "I've bound you to this house. For eternity. You'll never be able to go beyond the front door. Even as your body ages and dies, your spirit will remain here within these walls. And I must wonder…with how powerful the wards are with this house…how long will it take for a non-Malfoy to find you so you might have company? Ladies, I think it is time for us to depart."

It was with a growing sense of horror that Narcissa realized the fate Potter had cursed her with. The house was warded to make it Un-plottable and Un-noticeable to both magicals and muggles. The floo network was not connected to this house. The wards prevented anyone who wasn't a Malfoy from finding the house unless they were expressly allowed in by a Malfoy and seeing as how she couldn't pass beyond the front door, she wouldn't be able to walk to the boundary line to allow someone entry. And, they'd just sold off the rest of their house elves as well. In short, she was trapped here in this house with no means of escape or rescue with the only the corpses of her friends, husband and son for company. For eternity.

By the time the chair released her, Potter and the girls were already down the stairs and near the entrance to the manner. Bolting out of her seat, she made a mad dash for the entrance. Just as she reached the foyer, she could see Potter and the four girls walking out onto the front lawn. As she came upon the threshold of the manner however, she slammed into something invisible that threw her back almost all the way to the stairs.

"Please!" Narcissa shouted, tears streaming down her face as she crawled towards the entrance and reached for Harry and the others. All sense of pride gone from her being as she truly begged. "Please…don't leave me like this! Have mercy! Please!"

Potter stopped and turned around to face her. "This is mercy Narcissa. And it's far more than you deserve." And with that Potter flicked his wrist and the doors to the manner slammed shut, sealing Narcissa inside.


With a barely a sound, five figures apparated into existence in the middle of an empty field as the sun slowly set behind them. In front of the five was the mysterious Stonehenge. A relic of the past that'd been studied for untold years by both non-magicals and magicals. Stepping forward from the others, Harry Potter, the Master of Death, stared at the ancient stone structured as his Angels spread out behind him. "So," Ginny said staring straight ahead at the relic. "Trap?"

"Trap." Harry nodded.

It'd been thirty years since Harry had taken up the mantel as 'Master of Death'. But despite the time that'd lapsed, neither Harry nor his Angels looked a day over twenty. And true to his prediction, it wasn't long until the non-magical world learned of the existence of the magical. Luckily however, they'd managed to keep the knowledge of a secret magical society confined to only the United Nations and the large governments. But that time was slowly ending as new technology made it easier and easier to identify the magical communities despite their many safeguards. Harry had been working non-stop for the past thirty years trying to get the magical world to conform to the idea that one day they would have to live side by side with the non-magicals.

And while at first Harry had managed to gather many to his cause, his support quickly withered and died as the magicals began to realize just what sort of change he wanted to make. Soon enough, all support within the magical world was gone. Replaced by two growing factions. One group believed in further isolation. While the other believed in the complete subjugation of the non-magicals. And the non-magical world wasn't any better. They warred with each other over the slightest little thing, caring nothing for the fellow man even as their leaders bellowed that they did. And their prejudice against the magical world, fueled by actions taken during the medieval era, didn't make matters any better. It didn't take a genius to realize just what was about to happen.

"So. Now what?" Susan Bones asked staring at the stone structure in the dying light.

"We spring the trap of course." Luna Lovegood answered with an airy smile. "After all, they did go through a lot of trouble to set all of this up for us. I would be a shame for it to just simply go to waste. And besides, it's not like we can just leave this alone."

Luna was right. Like usual. The whole reason why the five of them were here was because of the unusual magical discharge that was suddenly coming from the ruins. Many had theorized over the years about the true purpose of Stonehenge. But in the end the most prevalent theory was that Stonehenge was a doorway. Although a doorway to what no one could say. The afterlife? Another world? Hell itself. Harry had called upon the previous Master's of Death to try and ascertain just what the ruins were for. And it was one that lived during the time of the Ancient Egyptians that gave him the greatest clue as to it's purpose. A purpose that led Harry and the others here now.

Walking forward at a brisk pace with his Angels following only a moment later, Harry passed beyond the outlining stones and into the inner ring of the monument. The moment the last of them passed the stones, Harry felt a magical barrier slam home around them. None of them even flinched as Harry tilted his head and stared across the structure. "You're all fairly good at hiding yourselves. But the game is over. Come out now."

Slowly a wand appeared in thin air, followed by the hand and arm that was attached to said wand. Soon enough, a young boy was revealed as the invisibility cloak he'd been wearing pooled at his feet. Four others soon joined him as they too dropped their invisibility cloaks. As Harry stared at the five, he had to fight the urge to scoff loudly. Luckily, he didn't have to, as Ginny voice his thoughts for him.

"You've got to be bloody fucking kidding me." His first and primary lover groaned. "Five fucking kids? None of you even look like you're out of Hogwarts yet!"

"The senile old fool is at it again." Harry sighed.

"Don't call him that!" The lead boy shouted as he brandished his wand towards Harry. "Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard ever born! He's the only wizard you ever feared!"

At the statement, Harry couldn't help but groan. He knew who this boy was now. He'd never bothered with him before because, quite honestly, he never cared. Eighteen years ago, there'd been a prophecy that suddenly appeared in the Ministry that stated a young witch or wizard would born of pureblood parents that'd defied Death itself that would be gifted with the power to end the 'Master of Death'. Of course, it was bogus. Harry knew it with just one glance at the orb. The those who fought for wizard supremacy clung to it like a life raft. And the result, was at arrogant little prick standing before him today.

Shaking his head, Harry stared at the five youngsters gathered before him. "Wrong on several accounts kids. Dumbledore is not the greatest wizard ever born. That could arguably belong to Merlin, but again it's a matter of opinion rather than fact. And as for my fearing him. That couldn't be further from the truth. If anything, I pity the senile old fool who's too stuck in the past to see what is going on around him. Hell, even you four are simply a recycled idea from my own time in Hogwarts. You did know that I too was once prophesized to bring down a Dark Lord right?"

"The difference is I'm not going to fall to the darkness like you did Potter!" The arrogant little shit shouted. "That's right, I know your real name! And I'm not afraid to say it!"

"Good fucking Merlin's cock." Harry mumbled. "Firstly, I never put any sort of Taboo on my name. And I'm only a danger to certain few. Not everyone. And honestly, I never tried to hide who I was. People just didn't seem to care to find out that's all. But in the end, it doesn't matter. Cause I'm not the one who sent you five to your deaths. And before you make the assumption, I'm not the one who will be killing you."

The four standing behind the prophesized one faltered ever so slightly. "What the bloody hell do you mean by that!" A girl to the right of the prophesized one said fearfully.

"Simple." Harry remarked, flicking his hand and making the rune that'd been covered up with a concealing charm appear on each kid face. "Those runes that Dumbledore put on you. They're not some kind of magical buffering or protection rune or whatever bullshit Dumbledore sold you. Those runes mark each of you as blood sacrifices for a magical ritual."

"You're lying!" The prophesized shit shouted. "Come on! Let's take him down now! Bomb-"

With but a snap of his fingers, all five wands that'd been pointed at Harry and his Angels were gone. Replaced instead with pieces of fruit. "I swear." Harry chuckled as the five kids dropped the fruit. "That never gets old. Now, you senile piece of shit. Are you actually going to step out into the light or are you just going to keep hiding back there?"

"Your attempts to rile me Harry mean nothing." Dumbledore called out as he stepped out from behind the column he'd been hiding behind, just outside of the barrier that kept Harry, his Angels and the five kids within Stonehenge.

"Professor!" The prophesized one shouted with a look of triumph. "You're here! Ha! You don't stand a chance now Potter!"

Turning to face the old wizard, Harry shook his head at the boy's idiocy. 'Not that I was any better when I was his age.' "Hello Albus. Tell me, did you at least do these kids the justice of telling them why you marked them all for death? Or were you just planning on discarding them like yesterday's trash?"

"That's not true!" A young girl that stood side by side with the prophesized one shouted. "Tell them Professor! Tell them how these marks mark us as the ones to bring down the Master of Death!"

But Dumbledore didn't say anything. For several minutes the old coot just stared at the five kids with tears in his eyes. "I am sorry…all of you. Sorrier than you can possibly imagine. Please know, I did not want to do this. But take solace in the fact that your sacrifices will mean that the Master of Death will no longer curse our land."

The confident look on all five kids immediately disappeared, replaced by one of utter fear. "Professor…" the Prophesized one said slowly, taking a step towards the old man. "Please tell me that this is some sort of tr-"

"Strenuus sanguinem sacrificium."

As one, the five kids shouted in agony as their runes glowed red. "Professor!" The prophesized one shouted as he fell to the ground and stared withering in pain.

Harry had seen and done a lot in his life. But watching those five kids quickly dissolve into a red ooze that seeped into the ground and knowing there was nothing he could do to prevent it tore at his soul. He was powerful, more powerful than any other magical on the planet. But even he was powerless in the face of some magic. Especially magical nose that one put around their own neck.

As the last of the screams died off, Harry turned and glared hatefully at Dumbledore. "And you call me evil."

Lowering his wand, Dumbledore seemed to truly regret what he'd just done. "I take no pleasure in what happened Harry. But to ensure the greater good and survival of the Magical World, their deaths were necessary. As you will now learn."

All around them the ground shook as Stonehenge seemed to come alive. Runes long since forgotten glowed upon the rocks as the outer perimeter began to rotate slowly. Despite everyone going on around them, neither Harry nor his Angels made a single move to try and break free. "You really are an idiot Dumbledore." Harry sighed as he watched the rotating rocks begin to pick up their pace. "While I truly regret the death of those five, and would've preferred to find another way of doing this, do you think that even for a moment we didn't know what was about to happen here?"

At that, Dumbledore's grandfatherly façade flickered. "What are you talking about?"

Raising his hand, Harry motioned towards the spinning rocks. "We knew that this was some sort of magical teleportation device. Much like the Veil of Death. And just like the Veil, we don't know where it will lead us. But honestly, compared to what is about to befall both the non-magical and magical worlds given their attitudes towards one another, we decided it was far better for us to leave rather stick it out. Which is why we emptied the Potter, Bones, Black, Greengrass and Weasley Vaults before coming here. We plan to make a new life for ourselves, free of the prejudice of this world. So have fun in the hell your about to unleash on yourself Dumbledore. I'd say we'd wish you good fortune in the wars to came, but honestly I would much prefer it if you just up and died."

Dumbledore's response was drowned out by the sound rush of wind that seemed to come up from the very ground as the five were engulfed in a blinding multiple colored light. As a rule, magical travel was unpleasant to say the very least. And whatever this form of magical transportation was, it followed that rule. Every fiber of Harry's being felt like it was being pulled apart and reassembled as they flew through the aether of magic. 'Fucking son of a bitch!' Harry cried as he felt the pain echoing through his bond to each of his Angels. 'When I figure out who left out this little detail…I'm going to shove a broom up their ass so far they'll be able to pick their teeth with the bristles!'

Then without warning the rushing of wind and the bright light of the aether of magic ceased to exist and they found themselves standing in the middle of a snow-covered field in the middle of smoldering rune that'd been etched into the ground. "Well," Susan coughed as she stretched her back. "That was unpleasant. Let's never do that again."

Before any of them could agree or disagree, a low moaning that echoed throughout the valley caught their attention. Turing in the direction of the noise, Harry cursed. 'Come on! My luck cannot be that bad!'

Standing just a few dozen yards from Harry and his Angels were hundreds of standing corpses. Most were missing pieces of flesh due to rot and decay. And some were done to just bones and tendons holding them together. And leading them was a solidary figure with white scaly skin, bright blue eyes and wielding large spear made of ice. The white figure in the lead stared at Harry and the other's for only a moment before raising its spear and giving off another low moaning cry. And in response, the undead horde rushed forward towards them.

Four rushes of wind came from behind him as his Angels donned their armor and prepared to fight. Raising his hand, Harry let loose a torrent of Fiendfyre that incinerated most of the oncoming horde. But neither the fire, nor the destruction of their comrades, seemed to hinder the undead as those left untouched by the flames continued their advance.

"Oh yeah," Ginny laughed as she created a whip out of fire and stood next to him. "This is a lot fucking better than the world we left behind!"

Just as the undead reach striking distance of them, a dozen arrows zipped past Harry and the girls, imbedding themselves into the undead and dropping them in their tracks. While confused at the sudden interruption, Harry kept his focus on the undead before him, rather than whatever or whoever was behind him. After incinerating yet another dozen undead, Harry scanned the field before him for what he'd assumed was the leader. Finding it still clear across the field, Harry turned on his heel and apparated, appearing right behind the creature.

Whatever it was had good instincts as it turned to face him the moment Harry appeared. But despite it's superb reflexes, it was far too slow as Harry as able to put the point of his wand against the creature's head. "Reducto."

The spell struck true, hitting the creature right between the eyes and sending it sprawling to the ground. Yet, even though the spell should've sheered its head clean off, the creature quickly recovered and sprung back up to its feet. "Huh." Harry hummed as he dodged a thrust from the spear before transfiguring the Elder Wand into curved blade.

The snow was something that Harry was not used to moving around in and edge combat was not his forte. And because of those two factors, Harry soon found himself being pushed back by the creature. After nearly being skewered for the third time, Harry windlessly conjured up a thin chain made of fire that he wrapped around the creature's arm. With a jerk he pulled the chain taught. And to his surprise it cut through the flesh of the creature almost as if it wasn't even there. 'Huh.' Harry thought to himself as he watched the creature suddenly back up. 'I thought this creature was magically resistant. But it appears that it's only resistant to some forms of magic. Fire seems to work quite well.'

Before he could test his theory however, a dagger flew end over end over his shoulder and imbedded itself into the creature's forehead. The Ice monster froze for a brief second before shattering like glass. As the blue-eyed creature fell, so too did all the undead in the vicinity.

Turning around to face whoever had killed the blue-eyed creature, Harry found himself almost toe to toe with a large well-built man with steel-grey eyes, long dark hair and close-cut beard. But what truly caught Harry off guard as the horse size wolf grey-black wolf that was standing at the man's size. "Who," the man intoned, pointing a black dagger much like the one he'd thrown earlier at Harry. "In the name of the gods are you?"


Well, there is chapter one of this experiment. Hope that you all liked it! Please leave a Review if you feel so inclined! They really help to motivate me to write more. Until next time! Later!