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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐀 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐚𝐭𝐥: 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

"Death holds us all in his loving embrace, forever"  — Versailles Black

I had woken up to pure darkness till the eye could see.

My mind was foggy, and my body was seemingly not in pain which was a surprise. I touched my throat and shuddered as I felt the phantom pain. I guess you would still feel the pain of getting your throat slit even if you somehow came back.

"You are here," a raspy voice echoed, and I let my hand fall and spun around, looking for the person who spoke in the darkness.

Then the scene changed, it was still dark, but we were now in a candlelight room; the only word to describe it was a throne room from all those fantasy movies I used to watch. It didn't help that a throne made of skulls was before me. A person shrouded in a black cloak sat seated on the throne, tapping his nails on the throne arm.

My eyes widened in surprise, "Who are you? Where are we?" Fear strangled me, but I tried to ignore it and his overwhelming presence.

"I am Death, you can call me Thanatos if you prefer. You are currently in my throne room, in the underworld," he explained calmly.

I nodded, "of course you are. Why am I here?" I inquired, looking around the room; I had to admit, it was a pleasant setting.

"Your soul is here, getting prepared to move on. I also wanted to see you," he told me, looking at me like he could see through me. Perhaps he could if he was dead, as he claimed.

I nodded, sounds about right. I died, so I'll probably be getting evaluated if movies are to go by anything.

"You don't seem so surprised," Death observed me from head to toe.

"I've seen enough movies. So I assume I'm going to hell if I'm standing in front of you." I commented.

He smiled at me and shook his head with a chuckle. "No, darling. The underworld will not be graced with your presence. You are getting another chance at life." He explained, leaving me with more questions than answers.

I ignored the pet name and asked, "you're reincarnating me? Why? I haven't done anything good with my life. I didn't save anyone, or die helping anyone. I quite like being alive, so why give it up for someone."

He chuckled again; it was panty-dropping and clung to my very pores and soul. Death should not be this attractive; it should be illegal.

"Thank you, daring. But yes I'll be moving your soul into a new body, reincarnating if you like. Your past deeds do not concern me, they are amusing though." He said.

My eyes widened, "did you just read my mind?!" I stammered.

'Fuck me, he knows,' I mentally groaned, facepalming. Of course, he knows.

He nodded, amused, "good to know I amuse you. Why me?" I asked tiredly.

Thanatos sighed and rose from his throne, walking down the few steps at the base of the skull throne. He was as beautiful as he was intimidating in all of his movements.

"You are an anomaly. Your soul was meant for the body you will now inhabit. There was a mistake, and someone placed you in the wrong body. I'm now rectifying that mistake. I've also come to like your soul; it's one of the most beautiful I've seen in a long time. Not pure, but also not corrupt—a perfect balance," he explained, circling me as if I were prey—not that I mind.

I laughed, "Good to know my life was a mistake. It did feel boring. Thank you... I guess?"

He brushed my hair away from my neck and over my shoulder with a single finger. He traced my collarbone, leaving me to shudder. I haven't been touched in so long, so softly, like I would break at any moment.

"Your welcome" he smiled and looked off into thin air, and his smile became a frown, and I didn't like it. It didn't look right on his face.

"I must hurry; I apologize. Everything will make sense when you wake up. You have just been born, you'll get to start over. This world is very different from your previous one. Hopefully, you will find peace, love, and some fun." He said gloomily like he didn't want me to leave, and for some reason, I didn't either.

I nodded and asked, "will I see you again?"He smiled down at me and caressed my cheek.

"Yes, little darling, you will. I'll be watching," he said, and I started fading out of consciousness. My eyes closed, and I felt like I was falling.

"I'll see you soon little mistress~" he whispered, and that was the last thing I heard till everything faded out.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I opened my eyes, hoping to see him again, but I did not. My eyesight was blurry, like someone had placed film over my eyes.

I could make out the blob of a towering figure. Then came the loud noises; everything sounded so close yet far away, but I could hear it. It was weird.

I blinked rapidly, trying to get my eyesight back to normal. Things started clearing up slowly.

"Her name will be Versailles Black," a raspy feminine voice called above me, halting all other noises.

Everything was silent until someone screamed excitedly, "I have a daughter!!"

I then looked around the white room, a hospital, I assume. A stunning noirette woman was holding me. She seemed immensely tired; sweat glistened on her pale skin, and hair stuck to her face. I assumed she was my new mother and I had just been born like Death said.

I felt like getting picked up, which was weird; being small again was already annoying. I was pretty tall previously, so being picked up was strange.

Then a figure moved his face right in front of me. He was rather handsome with dark, messy hair; it seemed he had run his hand through it too many times. He had dark stormy grey eyes that observed me, and a smile broke out; it split his face wide. A dimple and smile liens caressed his face; he smiled a lot.

He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I blame the baby brain.

He then looked at my mother and smiled softly, "she's beautiful," he said.

The woman nodded painfully; she was tired, and her half-lidded eyes threatened to close. She looked like she would drop dead at any moment. The peaceful moment quickly turned sour.

A slow beeping rang out, and then yelled, and loud movements fluttered through my sensitive eardrums. I felt being passed over to someone quickly and looked up to see a pretty redhead with striking green eyes that looked sad, but she tried to smile even though it was wobbly.

I tried turning my neck to see what was happening, but my small body betrayed me. So I used my eyes to see. My mother lay still with closed eyes; my father was crying and yelling at the nurses. It seemed she had died. It's a shame because she looked beautiful and appeared to be kind.

Then I blacked out.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I was born on the 12th of November the year of 1978.

I was right; my mother had died after giving birth. I didn't feel anything, no sadness, anger, or guilt. I didn't know her and had no ties to her.

After the debacle, father moved us back to his house; he was very sad. His eyes were constantly red, and dry tears were always there when he saw me.

Even through the grief, he cared for me, albeit less than he should've. But I couldn't blame the man; his wife (I assume) had just died giving birth to me. He hardly looked me in the eye, like he was on autopilot.

I can see he blamed me for her death even though he didn't openly say it. I could tell by his body language and aversion to looking at me.

If he weren't there (which he hardly was), a small creature with big eyes and floppy ears would attend to me. I cried when I first saw him; he looked like a goblin. His name was Kreacher, he had a permanent scowl on his face, but his eyes softened when he saw me.

Flashback Start:

I was in my cot, staring at the star mobile above me. Being a baby again was the worst. I had been bottle-fed since my mother died; my father was rarely present except to feed me, and when I cried, which was rare, it was only when I soiled myself, which was humiliating. I had no control over my bladder. It was embarrassing.

The room was quiet like usual; Lily hadn't come today, probably taking care of her newborn baby, Harry.

Then the door opened, and I looked over, waiting to see Sirus or Lily, but then I saw a small greenish creature with big eyes and floppy ears. He looked like a goblin in those games from my old life.

I cried. 'I was confused and scared. What was this little thing.'

He hurried over to me and tried using me. "It's okay little Mistress. Kreacher is here!" he told me with a scowl that seemed permeant, but he had soft eyes. He placed a warm milk bottle in my mouth to shut me up or feed me; I don't know.

I drank it, staring at him with curious eyes.

"Imma a house elf. Kreacher," he told me, seeing my curious eyes. Thankfully he wasn't speaking to me like a baby (which I was), Lily did it, and It annoyed me to no end. Hopefully, she figured out I hated it.

'A houseelf? Like harry potter? Then everything sort of clicked into place, Death said this world would be different. I just didn't think it would be magic diferent nonetheless a book/movie series adored by millions. It didn't help that my father was named Siruis Black and Lily took care of me. it made sense. At first I thought their parents were just fans of the books. So I'm in a book series? Of course, thanks, Death.'

"Kreacher will take care of little Mistress," Kreacher told me with soft eyes, and my eyes crinkled in a smile.

'Thanks Kreacher'

Flashback End.

I never understood people's obsession with Harry Potter. Multiple of my friends were 'Potterheads,' as they called themselves. My younger sister was equally obsessed; she had all the books, movies, games, and merch.

She was a proud Hufflepuff. She would ramble and fangirl to me and constantly force me to watch the films, we did a marathon, and I fell asleep a few times, but she would always hit me and wake me up. She never allowed me to miss anything.

She had forced me (with mum's help, she was a sucker for her big blue eyes) to read the books and said I shouldn't miss out on the best series of all time—her words, not mine. I was a big reader, and she took advantage of that. I skimmed most of them, but I got the jest of it.

She dubbed me as a Slytherin years ago, and it didn't help green was my favorite color; it all but reinforced it. I agreed with her; I was not as loyal or kind as Hufflepuffs like her. I wasn't courageous, brave, or thick-headed as Gryindors, and the red was unsightly.

Which left Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I love reading and being knowledgeable but didn't crave it to that level. I was ambitious in every sense. But in my old world, there was nothing to be ambitious about besides getting a high-paying job, getting the best grades, etc., which I had. But now I was in the wizardly world my ambitions soared to new heights.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I still hadn't heard anything from Death, but I could feel him in the back of my head just there, which was weird, but it soon became comforting.

The marauders were constantly over; they helped father get back on his feat. He seemed much happier when they were around, especially James. They, indeed, were brothers all but blood.

Hell, the Potters had blood adopted me at the request of Siruis a few days ago. Even though it was quite dangerous to do blood magic on a nearly two-year-old baby, I think he did it to see if I would die, a way to kill me and blame it on lady magic.

I saw the hard looks he sent me when he thought I or anyone wasn't looking. Getting blood adopted was my first real look at magic. It was a long ritual. It didn't hurt, and it seemed like nothing worked, but I assume it was too early to tell, or it just didn't do anything.

Sirius was planning on blood-adopting Harry if anything happened due to the war raging through Britain. But Harry was too early, and they wanted to wait. Harry got that luxury, but I did not.

Harry Potter was born six months ago, so we were over a lot. Father dumped me here with Harry while Lily watched over us and James (father's best friend), and he ran off to god knows what.

They usually came back stumbling through the house, smelling of alcohol and giggling like a gaggle of children. He was now using alcohol as a coping mechanism which would not help in the long run.

He barely looked at me anymore; I was officially Lily's problem. But his eyes would light up when he saw his godson, Harry. It was slightly unfair that he ignored his blood daughter for a drolling blind baby. I tried not blaming him or getting angry, but it was hard.

He blamed me, and he still does after all these months, and he will probably continue to blame me. He'd come into the nursery drunk, stare at me, and tell me to my face that he blamed me. He would say he hated my face; I was the spitting image of my mother.

I was a painful reminder of what he had lost. His eyes would turn cold and dark; it was upsetting.

I thought maybe I would get a loving father this time, but it seemed the gods just weren't on my side for this. At least I had the memories of my loving mum and my annoying little sister.

It was the night of All Hallows Eve, 1981, and Sirius had dumped me here and left, saying he had something to do. Lily, James, and Harry were the only people in the little cottage with me.

Being a baby was dreadfully dull; I finally got the strength to walk a while ago, even if I was shaky and slow (I'll take what I get). I had started saying some words, but my sentences were short and broken. I kept it to just one word when I needed something; there was no point in talking when it came out wrong.

We were in the living room 'playing' Harry was babbling with the dog toy that he had gotten from Sirius for his first birthday while Lily was helping me build things with blocks.

She had long figured out that I wasn't an average child and that I preferred quiet. She often told me stories of her time at Hogwarts and magic, she figured out my interest in magic, and now that was the only thing she used while interesting me.

"So that's how I figured out Remus was a werewolf," Lily said, finishing her story that sounded like a sherlock holme story.

"Very shmat," I praised her slowly, still having issues pronouncing words, especially with r's; they didn't roll as they used to.

She smiled at me brightly; she was happy she got praised by a toddler. How amusing. She set a block onto the others and said, "I think you'll love Hogwarts! You'll learn so much magic and make friends."

I rolled my eyes and friends, and she laughed, "Harry can't be your only friend, little star."

We weren't friends; he was way too young to do anything. It was boring, and if it played out as it did, we wouldn't see each other for years, and he would likely forget me.

I nodded nonetheless. The semblance of peace, family, and love was shattered when the door blasted open. He was finally here.

Lily screamed, and Harry cried at the loud noise while I just stared. He was bald with pale grey skin and no nose; it was a shame he turned out like this. Tom Riddle was a fine man when he was younger.

Lily grabbed us and ran up the stairs as fast as she could, and the only thing I could hear was James yelling at Vodlemart because he stupidly left his wand on the couch and decided to face one of the most powerful wizards of all time...wandless.

As we reached the door to the nursery, I saw a flash of green; it was utterly... mesmerizing. Such a beautiful color, and it had the power to kill someone.

Lily barricaded the door quickly after placing Harry in the cot while I sat behind a hidden box. When she finished keeping us in, she put a blanket over me to hide me.

"I'm sorry, my lovelies. Remember, mama loves you, and so does daddy," she said softly, crying; she was talking to Harry, but I knew she was also talking to me. She had come to see me as her daughter, and so did James.

Turely it was sad that they were only in their early twenties; they just had a son. They were going to die because of this war and a stupid prophecy.

I couldn't see anything because of the blanket, but I heard everything.

I assume that Voldemort blasted through the door, and Lily stood in front of Harry.

"Please, no," Lily cried out.

"Move," Vodelmart coldly said, his voice running a shiver down my body. It wasn't as intimidating or deep as Deaths, but still scary.

"No, kill me instead." Lily screamed at him.

"Move, muggle. I don't have to kill you," he said.

"I wont let you have him!" Lily yelled.

"Last warning. Move," he said. He was trying to stay truthful to Severus' request.

"NO! you'll have to kill me" She screamed and cried.

"So be it," he coldly stated and said the final words, "Avada Kadara!"

With those words, she crumbled to the floor. I could see the flash of green in the spaces of the blanket.

Harry cried, and Voldemort walked over her towards Harry and stopped.

"I'm sorry little one. I don't want to do this, but he's making me," he told little Harry like he could understand him and why he was doing this. He then said the third Avadar Kavada he said that night.

But it backfired, and he let out an inhuman screech, and his cloak fell to the floor, and his wand clattered to the floor.

Lily's motherly love had protected Harry, and he had unknowingly defeated Voldemort.

Was someone controlling Voldey? He claimed that someone forced him to do it—perhaps Dumbledore? Those theories about Dumbledore's too many names being dark and the puppet master could be true.

It was quiet in the room, Harry had stopped crying, and Lily had stopped breathing moments ago.

I slowly took the blanket off and surveyed the room, it was a mess, and Lily lay with her eyes wide open in fear. I crawled over to her, brushed her hair away from her face, and closed her eyelids.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to her, but she didn't respond, and how could she?

I looked up at Harry, and he smiled at me; he really was clueless and heartbreaking. I walked over to his cot, picked up the most powerful wand in history, and smirked. I pocketed it, finders, keepers, and all.

Then the sound of thundering footsteps echoed out, and in came Severus Snape. He was distraught, and he kneeled at Lily, held her body, and cried. Rocking himself and kept whispering apologies.

"She didn't move," I told him, words choppy and hollow. He looked at me with red eyes and tears soaking his face. He said nothing, looked back at Lily, placed her down, and caressed her cheek like a lover.

He then took a last glance at us and ran back out, making me huff. Rude. I left Harry, walked over to the bookshelf, grabbed a broken frame of us smiling together, took the photo out, and placed it in my pocket.

I opened the chest, picked up the doe toy Lily had gotten me months ago, and held it, and a few tears left my tear ducts. I really did love her.

Another person rushed in, and it was father. He didn't look at me; he just looked at Lily and sobbed. He already had tears on his face from seeing James, I guessed. He picked up Harry and then left.

He actually left without me! I knew he was a lousy father, but to leave his blood daughter after a mass murder came in and killed her family is beyond being a bad father.

I grabbed the Invisible cloak from the chest; James was the worst hider. He is constantly losing in hide and seek. I flung it over my small body and turned invisible. I was two steps away from becoming the mistress of death and nearly two years old! Seeing a handsome man is excellent motivation, and Lady Luck has been on my side.

I wiped the tears from my face, and my eyes narrowed in annoyance and sadness. I left the room, leaving Lily's body, and rushed down the stairs. I watched through the window as Sirus talked to Hagrid. He was a large man, gruff and burly.

I could hear them talking, and there was no word of me, just Harry and the Potters. He handed the tired toddler to the giant of a man and ran after Peter. He left Harry and me to race after him!

Dumbledore then speed walks over to Hagird and finally asks about me.

"Where's Versailles? Sirius said she was here for a playdate," Dumbledore asked, looking at the house. I watched him with narrowed eyes under the cloak.

Hagrid shrugged, "He er didn't sey anything. So off ter de Durselys?" and tickled little Harry.

Dumbledore nodded, "It's the best for both of them."

Did he think I would let myself be abused and taken away from my home and my birthright? I would not allow two ugly, cruel people to boss me around.

Before he could walk into the house and look for me, I walked away from the window and called out to my only family member left, "Kreacher!"

Best they think I died or went missing.

Kreacher then appeared quietly with a small crack. I pulled the cloak back, and he brightened when he saw my face. "Home," I told him; he looked at the wrecked house and nodded, his ears flopping. I grabbed his hand and side apparated to 12 Grimmuald Place, my home for the foreseeable future.

I left that night with no family, the elder's wand, a doe toy, and a picture in my possession. That's all there was to remember them.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

So I did decide to get the potters to blood adopt her for the plot and I feel Sirius would do that since he really saw James and Lily as family. It might seem I'm villainising Siruis, I love Siruis, okay but I feel this could happen it does happen. His wife died, and is now withdrawn and blames Versailles, and it doesn't help she looks like her. I won't be naming the mother because...she doesn't matter lol. Should I make Versalies a metamorphmagus? The mother was a pureblood that had no connections to House Black (so no incest just yet).

This might seem rushed, that's because it is. I'm ready to finish this act which will be her young ages till she gets her letter. This is good Voldemort and bad dumbledore. Dumbeldore imerpioed him to kill Harry and the Potters.

I honestly hate this :(

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