Summary:

Reincarnation is a pain in the ass, Krystal Potter decided to herself. It isn't like she had wanted to be the Master of Death to begin with. And it isn't like she asked to be reincarnated in a different world as well. A world…known as Fiore. Laxus/Fem!Harry

Yes, I know that I really shouldn't be starting a new story so soon after beginning a new story just a few days ago. But this idea got stuck in my head when I was rewatching my Fairy Tail series. I've always liked Laxus, so this will be a pairing with him. He will not be such an ass in this story for reasons—you will see why later.

Pairings: Laxus/Krystal

Warnings: Gender switch. Sibling Erza and Mirajane. Nice Zeref. Non canon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Fairy Tail and any of the characters, but the OC characters belongs to me

Chapter One: Restart

Krystal Potter had decided, after the seventh time of being reincarnated—again as an orphan, that whoever had written the books of the possessor of the Deathly Hallows needs a good kick in the nuts.

Seriously, what the hell was she thinking when she had agreed to accept her role as Death's master to begin with?

Oh right.

There was a war at that time. Against Lord I-just-wouldn't-fucking-die Voldemort. Who is immortal. And who also happens to be the most feared Dark Wizard of the last century. And somehow or other, the burden of ending his life had somehow fallen onto Krystal's shoulders—a seventeen-year-old teen.

Sometimes, Krystal wonder at the wisdom and common sense of the magical community.

Her first life as Krystal Potter ended not even two years after Voldemort had died. Apparently, Voldemort's Horcrux in her now non-existent scar for nearly her entire life had some serious side effects after its removal. It is after all Death magic at its finest—and she had been exposed to it ever since she was a baby. Upon its removal, her body had started breaking down, and there is nothing that anyone could do.

Bill Weasley, after he had heard the entire story had kicked up a storm—stating that if only Dumbledore had just approached either he or Fleur or even any Healer worth their weight in salt with the secret behind Voldemort's supposed immortality, they could have, one, killed Voldemort a hell of a lot faster and easier; and two, saved Krystal's life if Albus I-know-what's-best-for-you Dumbledore had just gotten a competent Healer to at least fucking examine her after the attack on that dreadful Halloween.

But as it is, it was already too late by that point.

Krystal had cursed Albus fucking Dumbledore to Hell and back when she had heard about it—even on her deathbed. She hoped fervently that her parents would give Dumbledore Hell for her—wherever they are.

Her second life, she was reborn in Italy—again as a member of the magical community. And again, she was born an orphan—with both parents dying not long after her birth for various reasons. Though unlike Britain, Italy's magical community seem to have a firmer grasp on common sense and reality, and actually had a type of fostering system for orphaned magical children.

Krystal later learned that her second life had begun nearly thirty years after the end of Voldemort. And also that apparently, Italy had been the birthplace of magic. And unlike her first life, Krystal had taken to her magical studies like a duck to water—becoming extremely proficient with water and wind spells particularly.

Her second life had also stripped away any delusions that she had about magic being categorised as white and black. Magic is just magic. It is the intent behind it that could really be categorised as 'evil' or 'good'. Hell, the Italians actually practised necromancy, the art of raising the dead—which last that Krystal had remembered, is actually a Forbidden Art in Britain.

Krystal's third through sixth lives went as much the same—though she distinctly remembers not being a magical for one of them. She also can't quite remember the cause of death. But knowing her luck, it was probably something stupid.

Strangely enough, with every single rebirth, she is somehow always named as Krystal. Oh sure, the last name is always different—Vesper, del Rio, and she is also fairly sure that one time, her last name is actually Poitier. Now, isn't that ironic?

But after her sixth death, she actually met Death again ever since living as Krystal Potter. Already utterly fed-up with living and dying, she had bluntly told Death to his face that no more. No more dying and living. She is sick of it, thank you very much. Sure, her memories of all her past lives are all blurs to her by now, but hey, who cares?

And before Death had shoved her into the reincarnation cycle once more, Krystal could have sworn that she heard him whisper, this is the last. Seven is the lucky number after all.

Whoever said that Death doesn't have a sense of humour deserves a good kick in the nuts.

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Only within moments after her birth did Krystal realised what Death had meant.

Whatever past memories that she had accumulated over the last few lifetimes seemed to be blurring out—it is like the more that she tried to remember, the faster it faded away. It soon became almost like dreams—dreaming of a war, of allies and enemies alike wanting her dead, and even dreaming of magic.

In this new life (no surprise there!) in a new world (what? Are you kidding me, Death?), she is named as Krystal again. Only this time, her last name is Nightray.

The first human that she had seen is a very beautiful young woman, with silver-blue eyes and fiery red hair so much like her first mother's that Krystal had loved her from the instant when she had opened her eyes and saw the woman that is her mother in this life. And ironically enough, her new mother's name is Lillian Nightray.

Lily. Lillian.

…Are you freaking kidding me, Death?

She is also everything that Krystal had imagined a mother to be like. Maybe this time, she wouldn't be an orphan.

Though the first thing that Krystal had realised within moments after her birth is that Lillian seemed to have delivered her own baby by herself. Now, Krystal had been a Healer one time, a Wiccan Healer another and a Doctor another to know that it is not normal.

And the house that they lived in is a cottage made out of wood—presumably built by Lillian herself. Said house is located high up on the mountains, with food and water readily growing and available in their backyard, so there is really not much need to go down to the nearest village.

Krystal nearly had a baby heart attack when Lillian had picked her up and strolling about the house the first time only to see a puppyish Grim-like wolf so reminiscent of Sirius' Animagus form. Lillian had hummed to her, talking to her baby, musing about her unknown and missing father.

And from what Krystal could make out, apparently, her father doesn't even know of her existence as Lillian had left even without telling her lover that she's pregnant, trying to protect both her unborn baby and her lover from her lover's enemies. Apparently, her mother had gotten pregnant out of wedlock. And Lillian had even muttered something about it being best that no one knows who her father is, as they would likely kill Krystal if they knew.

…Who the hell is her father in this life?

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As time goes by, Krystal's mind and memories started slowly reverting back to a clean slate—with more and more memories becoming nothing more than just dreams.

She also learned that her mother in this lifetime is a mage—what they call people with magic abilities in this world apparently. And clearly, in this world, magic is different from what she is so familiar with as she saw her mother making water dance in the air to make her laugh several times, and Lillian didn't even need to use a foci—a wand or even a staff. And apparently, her mother is also a skilled herbalist and even a mage doctor of some sort.

As time goes on, and Krystal started to babble and talk, Lillian started telling Krystal stories and lessons about the world. Apparently, the nearby villages in Fiore are all magic-phobic villages—basically, villages full of Aunt Petunias and Uncle Vernons. And the region where they are currently living in are full of villages like them—apparently, the current king of the kingdom had exiled all those magic phobic people to the far western region for some reason, and the mages of the kingdom also knew better than to enter the far western region.

And Krystal is the daughter of a mage, and Lillian had chosen to live in a mountain where at the foot of it, a magic phobic village full of magic hating people resided.

Oh, joy.

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Lillian Nightray was pleased as punch the day when Krystal had turned three and had somehow accidentally summoned up a fearsome storm that is enough to scare poor Padfoot into hiding behind their couch for three days. Yes, apparently, the black puppy that had grown up with Krystal is named Padfoot.

(Thankfully at least, Padfoot is really a dog, and not a human who can turn into one)

Krystal then learned that much like her mother, she had an affinity with water. Unlike Lillian however, Krystal had a stronger affinity towards lightning, with water and wind a close second. Lillian had tried her best to teach Krystal to control her magic, but there's only so much she could do with the lightning element—the most destructive battle element.

It was also around the time when Lillian had started teaching Krystal how to read and write, and even read maps. She had also started teaching Krystal her skill in creating healing concoctions. A strange man who is more feminine than any man had any business being had also started visiting her mother around this time. He had doted on Krystal, and had somehow turned old stories about her mother's past into fairy tale adventures, much to Lillian's embarrassment.

Apparently, there were mage guilds in this world, and they took on jobs—functioning similarly to mercenaries. And unlike her original world (that she is fast losing memories of), everyone in this world knew about magic, but not everyone can wield it—magic or Ethernao, as it is known as in this world. The mages in this kingdom have laws that governed them—much like the Ministry. But unlike close-minded Britain, the laws that governed them in the kingdom of Fiore are pretty lax.

Basically, as long as you don't fight against another guild, and don't kill just for the sake of killing, the Magic Council will generally leave them alone.

And apparently, her mom is a real powerful mage in her youth, being an S-class mage on par with power with the Ten Wizard Saints—whatever they are. And clearly, her disappearance had caused quite a fuss, though her mom's old guild master had promised to keep her location secret.

…Is her mother hiding from someone?

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Then came the day that Krystal was dreading when she turned seven.

Lillian Nightray died.

Clearly, it seems that she couldn't even get away from being an orphan even being in a different world. And it was then that the people from the nearby village had started coming up the mountain, wanting her dead—believing her to be a 'demon'.

…Honestly, Krystal had no one to blame but herself for 'outing' her secret as she had summoned up enormous storms by accident when Lillian Nightray had breathed her last.

She had scared away those Aunt Petunia clones by calling upon a storm. And apparently, Padfoot is a pretty good deterrent too, and the villagers sure don't want to find out how sharp his teeth are.

After the third group had came, wanting Krystal dead, she had warded the mountain with barrier spells that Lillian had taught her. Her mother had also left behind journals, teaching Krystal everything that she ever knew. She had also found a letter from her mother, with Lillian telling her who her father is.

And when Krystal had read that part, she almost wants to laugh and cry at the same time. No wonder Lillian had ran, not wanting to be near any mage! Any mage worth their salt will either want her dead or seeks her for the potential just for her father being who he is. And not to mention that her father's enemies will hunt her down to the ends of the earth should they know who she is.

If anyone found out who her father is, the Dark Guilds will be after her like a dog with a bone.

Her mother had also told her in her letter that once she feels that she's ready, to leave the mountain and the western region and to join a mage guild. Hopefully, not one of the dark ones.

(Krystal had almost sweat dropped when she had read that part in her mother's letter)

All mages in Fiore joins a guild.

It is not exactly a law in Fiore per se, but it is also pretty much frowned upon if a mage is unaffiliated with a guild. Lillian had even told Krystal to join the Fairy Tail guild—an ally guild to her old guild, telling her to head for Magnolia where Fairy Tail is based.

Because unlike Lillian's old guild, Fairy Tail will be more likely to accept her parentage even if they find out who her father is, and will not seek to kill her just because of her father. Unfortunately however, Lillian can't say the same for her old guild.

The strongest mage guild, Fairy Tail.

It had sounded promising, but Krystal felt as if she isn't ready to leave the mountain just yet.

Fear is stopping her for one. The fear of the unknown.

Why the hell can't she catch a break? Why must she be different from everyone? Even she knew as much from Bob during her early childhood that her magic is pretty unusual. Who the hell can call up storms that are powerful enough to wipe out an entire town or even talk to snakes?

Maybe that's why her mother had even hidden her away to begin with.

…Even still, she had lived through worst—whatever that she could remember, to be exact. Names and faces are all a blur to her by now. She only vaguely remembers red hair and brown hair, with flashes of green light. Their names—she simply can't remember it now, no matter how hard she'd tried.

This is the last. Seven is the lucky number after all.

Death's whisper reached the fore of her mind again. She had seen him around sometimes—just a black cloaked individual out of the corner of her eye. And when she'd tried to take a closer look, he isn't there any longer.

Always near, yet never there. Like her protector.

And though most should be beyond terrified at knowing that they got the very personification of Death as a constant companion and a protector, Krystal isn't afraid. Somewhere in her heart, she knew that Death had always been with her. Unlike the humans that she had known so far, he had never left her alone.

He had always been a constant fixture in her life.

…Seven…

…Maybe… Just maybe, Death had sent her to this world for a reason.

And just maybe…

She doesn't have to be the hero anymore.

A/N: A little tense, and maybe even a little confusing, no? And yes, in regards to female Harry's name, I've just reused the name I used for my other Fairy Tail crossover, so sue me. I've run out of ideas for names, frankly. Also, a cookie to the first person who can guess who Krystal's father is in this world.

I hope that you like this story and chapter, and please read and review! Reviews give me inspiration to update!