"HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" Lord Voldemort announced. Everyone could hear the glee in his voice. He sounded so damn happy. His demonic red eyes were dancing with joy, and his sickly pale skin still made her want to puke. She would have, if she had ate something last night, or if she wasn't frozen by the sight of her not-by-blood brother supposedly dead in Hagrid's arms.

The whole bunch of Death-eaters standing behind the Dark Lord started jeering and cackling in laughter, making her blood run cold.

No. He can't be dead. HARRY CAN'T BE DEAD!

She could hear Ginny throw a tantrum, she could hear Lord Voldemort giving a speech on his victory, but her ears seemed to be deaf to all the noises around her. There was just a static beep in her ears as her beautiful chocolate brown eyes were fixed on him- the only purpose of her existence. Harry. It was so hard to believe that he was dead. How could he die? This wasn't possible. She had been the one who had handed him his snitch which held the resurrection stone, then how could he di-

Oh.

Oh.

She wanted to smirk. She wanted to giggle. She wanted to laugh at the stupidity of the supposed Dark Lord. What an idiot. So much for being the smartest wizard of his time at Hogwarts. He hadn't even checked Harry's pulse before announcing to the world that the Chosen One is dead.

What a stupid Dark Lord.

"Theodora?"

She grimaced at her name, and that to coming from the lips of her foe. She hated her name with a passion. Theodora Riddle- what kind of name is that? Every time she hears her name from someone's lips she wanted to shove a stick in their ass.

Blinking in confusion, she looked up at the Dark Lord and said in her snarky attitude- which spoke volumes of her being the Black Sheep of the prim-and-proper Riddle Family, "Name's Trixie, Old man. Trixie."

His lips were in a firm line, making her smirk. He then looked at her in amusement and asked in a smug voice "What are you being fierce about, my dear Theodora? Your saviour is dead." Then he looked at her as if one was talking to a notorious child. "Perhaps I will forgive your mistakes, dearest Grand-daughter if you change sides now. There's still time."

Her grip on her wand tightened, and she let her other hand run through her blue hair. He was asking her to abandon her friends? Ho stupid he can be?! Didn't she make it clear to him eight years ago when she had adopted Harry as her brother that she wanted nothing to do with him? She- who had gladly refused the offer to be his Dark Princess numerous times just for the sake of Fred and George, and Harry, would never even think of betraying them. Even if Harry had really died, she would have accepted Death gladly with a smile then to ever join him. Looks like Voldemort has finally lost his wits.

And they call her the Scatter-brain.

"No." She said as she pursued her lips in a thin line. Ironically this had also been the first word she had uttered when she had learned how to talk.

She gave off a smug look when amusement was gone from the Dark Lord's eyes. Now he seemed irritated by her. And furious. She really tests his patience.

"What?" He feigned as though he didn't hear what she had said. Placing his hand over his non-existent ear, he asked in a voice which was anything but innocent "What did you say?"

She gripped her wand tighter and said with a determined rumble in her voice "No."

"Stupid Girl." He sneered. "I am giving you the offer of a lifetime and you still refuse me?" He pulled up his wand and said "Perhaps you really wish to join your so called brother? Well, who am I to refuse your wish?" He said 'Brother' with such disgust that it made her blood boil.

"Whatever." She said with an eye roll, glancing at her now muddy nails ignorantly as a treacherous blue curl fell before her eyes. His temper flared, but he didn't shot the killing curse at her. She knew he couldn't. She was his own blood, his kin. He won't harm her, even if she disgraced his name like that.

He then tapped his chin and said with an evil grin "Or perhaps I should let you live. What would be better punishment for you than to live a life in guilt of the fact that your brother is dead and you're still alive because of him?"

She felt guilt squeeze her heart. He was right. Harry died because of her. She should have tried harder to convince him not to go and face his own demise like that. Giving him the resurrection stone was just a tiny flicker of hope, that made her believe that he will come back. Of course, she should've known better. Resurrection stone was just a story. She shouldn't have relied on a silly fairy tale. What kind of a sister is she to send her own brother to his death? An awful one, really. If only she could've replaced him, she'd have done it in a heartbeat. If only-

No! -She shook her head firmly. Voldemort was messing with her head. She needs to have faith in Harry. How many had it been when he had faced death and then came out unscathed. She had always believed in him, what had changed now? She needed to stay calm and believe that the resurrection stone must have helped him. She needed to keep hope.

Her hand made it's way to the time turner hiding inside her shirt, dangling from her neck. Harry had taken it from the Ministry when he fought the Battle of Department of Ministries in his fifth year. He had given it to her since he didn't want anything to remind him of how his godfather, Sirius died. Since then she had cherished it as a gift from Harry. She hadn't used it ever, hoping that the need never comes. She doesn't like playing with time. She squeezed it and lowered her gaze.

Harry will be fine.- She thought. He is alive.

He has to be.

Having enough fun with torturing her emotionally, the Dark Lord then ignored her and provided the other witches and Wizards on Harry's side with an offer of joining him. When Neville Longbottom of all the people walked forward, he was surprised. Well, that was unexpected.

"Well, I must say" The Dark Lord said "I hoped for the best." He eyed Longbottom's bleeding forehead and the limp in his leg. His followers laughed as the boy gave a look that said that 'I'd do anything but that'. "And who might you be, young man?" He asked.

"Neville Longbottom." He replied, keeping his eyes on the ground. Voldemort's followers laughed again, especially Bellatrix Lestrange.

Trixie shook her head making her blue curls shake to and fro, not believing what Neville was doing. Of all the people, she had never expected Neville to do something like this. She glanced back at Harry lying limp in Hagrid's arms and felt an urge to hug him in her arms and check for herself if he was alive or... not. So she apparated with a CRACK! And appeared next to Harry, almost making Hagrid jump.

"Well Neville I'm sure we can find a place for you in our ranks."Lord Voldemort said, ignoring the fact that his granddaughter just apparated next to Harry Potter. He believed that she just wanted to see him dead with her own eyes.

"I want to say something." Neville said defiantly as he held up his chin defiantly.

Voldemort gritted his teeth, but allowed him to continue. "Well Neville I'm sure we'll all be fascinated to hear what you've to say."

"Doesn't matter that Harry's gone." Neville said, and Seamus asked him to stand down, but he shut him up. He then told everyone that harry may have died, but he was still with them in their hearts. His words gave everyone a new hope. They will keep fighting- with or without Harry. Yes, harry was dead, but they couldn't let his sacrifice go to vain.

Neville's speech was mesmerising and inspirational, and Trixie might've added a few words in but her attention was captured by Harry. She saw his fingers twitch slightly and his eyelids squeeze. He was taking slow breaths.

He was alive!

She wanted to jump in joy and snap her fingers and say "Hah, told you so Voldie!" but she refrained from doing so. That'd just ruin the element of surprise.

She jumped when Neville took out the sword of Gryffindor from the talking hat in his hand, and at the very moment Harry fell down from Hagrid's hands.

"Harry!" She squealed she helped her brother up.

"Trixie!" He gasped out as he let her hug him to death. He had, after all, almost died.

The Dark Lord's eyes bugged out of his sockets. He couldn't believe his eyes. How was Harry Potter alive?! He himself had shot the killing curse to him!

"Confringo!" Harry shot out the spell to the snake, Nagini, but it bounced off from there, and towards the Death Eaters, who stumbled down to dodge it.

Hermione and Ron gave a sigh of relief, while Trixie ran with harry away from Lord Voldemort and his posse. As Harry and her ran through the courtyard, the Dark lord shot curses at them, which they dodged.

It was all chaos from then on. The fight had started again. The witches and Wizards on Harry's side ran back into the castle, while the Death Eaters attacked them again. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Trixie kept us shields to block spells from hitting the students, and especially Harry. Harry ordered everyone to stay in the castle and then asked Hermione and Ron to help him kill the Snake- Nagini.

The fight carried on, and soon Trixie found herself busy shooting spells at the Death Eaters, she didn't notice when the great Battle between Harry and Voldemort started in the courtyard of Hogwarts Castle. When she finally killed her long time Nemesis the Slytherin Bitch Amanda Yaxley- daughter of the death Eater Yaxley, her attention was captured by Harry and Voldemort as Voldemort almost faltered when an anguish scream rang from the castle. She squealed in joy.

Nagini was dead!

Now the only soul of Voldemort that remained was in his body.

While Harry was distracted by the scream, Voldemort, still angry and in pain of losing his horcrux Nagini- the snake, he shot the killing curse at Harry. Everything appeared in slow motion as her eyes the green light made it's way towards him. Only one thing rang through her min like a mantra- "Not him." She had fought head on with the Basilisk in the chamber of Secrets in her fourth Year for Harry's safety, she wasn't about to break her record now of all the time.

She didn't know what happened next, but one second the green light was about a feet away from harry, the next second she stood between her brother and the killing curse. The curse hit the time turner dangling through her neck, and broke the hour glass. The golden sand escaped out of the time turner and pierced through her skin, agonising her with pain. She heard a blood curling scream ringing around her, too late she realised it came from her lips.

The golden sand itched into her skin glowed as she -literally- fell into an abyss of darkness. The last thing she heard before losing herself into darkness was the pained screams of her brother, harry, who was yelling her name.

"TRIXIE!"

"This is one heck of a weird dream." She muttered under her breath as she glanced around curiously. She was in a really weird place. There were so many clocks here. Heck, even the floor she was standing on was a huge clock! In the middle there was a slightly platform. The walls were of translucent glass, and the room was quite big. She didn't know what the ceiling was like since the walls were so high that she actually couldn't see the ceiling. She had to duck every now and then to avoid being hit by a clock. These things were flying around as if they had a mind of their own!

Trixie walked cautiously towards the raised platform, and looked around. She was a bit creeped out by this place. As far as her eyes could see, she couldn't see any living being. This place was creepy with clocks flying around, and the ticking of clocks was annoying her.

She remembered being in the Last Battle, she remembered being hit by the Killing curse, what she did not remember was this place. Was she dead? Was she alive? If she was alive, then why isn't she with the others? What had happened? Did Harry win? Or he lost again? Is everyone okay? She remembered Fred was dead, but is George alive?

She shuddered in fear. He has to be alive. She won't be able to hold her sanity if something happened to him. Or to Harry. She had already lost so many people to lose them now.

And is she is dead, then is this what heaven looks like? Don't get her wrong, she wasn't a pure soul at all, she had done her fair share of sins, but she feels like the hell must be brimmed to full with the death-eaters. They might not have any space for her there since the Death Eaters have already booked it. So they might have to begrudgingly send her to heaven.

Merlin, if this is heaven, then it's too boring. Where are the Angels and Gods? Where is the garden of Eden? All she could see were some stupid clocks.

Since there are no Angels, or garden of Eden, she was sure that she is imagining things. She is having a weird dream. That was the only explanation her logical mind could make out.

"This is not a Dream, Mistress." A ghost of a voice spoke, making her jump. She turned around and shrieked in shock as she saw a strange man standing in front of her. He was a strange man. His skin was very pale, and he wore a golden hat that hid almost all his hair. His eyes were a peculiar shade of brown, and had more of gold than brown in them. He had a square shaped face, with firm jaw and high cheekbones. He had thin blonde eyebrows, and his lips were pressed in a firm line. He was about 6'2, and had muscular body. He wore brown boots, and pants and a Golden cloak bellowed around him. He had so many clocks on his person! There were many wrist watches in his right hand, and there was a silver pocket watch dangling from his pocket. Even his hat had a clock attached to it!

"You're quite peculiar, Mr. Clock!" She commented as she felt for her wand in her jacket's pocket, but frowned when she didn't find it. She checked everywhere in her person, but the stupid wand seemed like it just disappeared!

"Where is my wand!" She shrieked as she pulled out her jacket and threw it away. She checked in the pocket of her jeans, her jacket, even her undershirt and boots, but the wand just disappeared into thin air!

If the man was fazed by Trixie's antics, he didn't show it at all. Instead, he said in a dismissive voice "Such things are of little concern here."

She gaped at him and held out her hand and demanded "Give me my wand back!"

"Are you sure?" He asked politely.

She nodded furiously. The man just snapped his fingers, and her wand appeared in front of her, floating in the air. "My wand!" She squealed with joy as she picked it up and hugged the wand like it was a puppy.

When she looked back at the man, she realised she didn't know who he as, or where she was exactly. "Oh you didn't tell me who are you and what is this place." She said.

"I am Time, and this is the Time Dimension." The man said patiently.

She couldn't make the head or tail of what he said. "You what? Are you kidding me?" She asked as she narrowed her eyes. Was this some sort of prank? What the hell this guy means.

"I said, I am Time, and this is the Time Dimension." The man repeated again.

"You mean to say," Trixie said motioning with her hands to emphasise on what she was saying "You are the Time Spirit, and this place with clocks and all is your place which you call your Dimension?"

"You can say it like that." He said with a shrug.

She scoffed. Oh yeah, this man was surely pranking her. Of all the people in this world, he had to pick her up to play a prank? She was a Prankster herself- Hogwarts best actually. She was a 'Marauder Junior' of Hogwarts, and he dared to even think of pranking her?!

She isn't called Trixie for nothing.

"Ha, ha, very funny." She said sarcastically. "Tell me the truth, I am in no mood for your pranks."

"This is the truth, Mistress." The man said blankly.

She wanted to bang her head against the wall. She sighed and rubbed her temple as she said "Okay, even if I believe you for a moment, will you be kind enough to tell me what had happened to me? Why am I here in this Time Dimension?" She said in a joking voice.

"The killing curse destroyed the time turner you had with you," The man explain in a serious voice, "The grains of sand of time got etched into your skin when the killing curse hit you, making Death retreat from taking your soul with him. The sands of time got mixed with your blood, giving you a power over me. You are my Mistress now."

She couldn't help but burst out into laughter. "Oh this is so funny!" She said as she held up her stomach from laughing so hard, but when she looked up to his serious expression, she stopped laughing. "Wait, you're serious."

He didn't say anything, instead he just gave her a blank look.

"So whatever you said is not a joke. It really is true." She gasped. "You really are Time!"

He nodded and said "And you are my Mistress."

"By Godric!" She exclaimed as she placed a hand over her forehead. This was too much to take in. Her head might explode from the overload of information! She has died somehow, and was seeing the Spirit of Time itself, and was in his Dimension. Not only that, he was calling her his Mistress.

How come her Life has to be so fucked up?!

"Okay, so how come I am not dead?" She asked, still confused.

"When the grains of time mixed with your blood and magical core," He explained "You had gained a power over me. You are my Mistress now. Death could not hurt you, since he only takes up soul when the his time is about to end. He takes up a life when I ask him to. I had to interfere with him to stop him from taking you."

If she was his mistress then he will have to interfere every time she dies. If every time he interferes like that, then does that mean she will never die? "So that means I am immortal?" She asked.

"No, you can still die, but that will be your own fault." He said.

"You're not making any sense." She said in annoyance as she ran her hands through her blue hair. He did not reply.

She sighed and asked "Okay, what is all this mess about me being your Mistress? What do you mean by it?"

He then explained to her that being the Mistress of Time she had gained some powers. She can summon him whenever she wants, she can change someone's past, present and future with her presence, she can interfere with someone's death, she can control time and many other things. He didn't tell her how was she supposed to do all this stuff. He even warned her that messing someone's time had grave consequences. Time catches up with everyone, with a bigger vengeance than before. The only exception to this rule was her.

By the time the Time Spirit finished, Trixie had sat down on the floor with her legs crossed, her arms folded across her chest as she was bored as hell. She honestly didn't remember half of the things he was saying, because it all sounded way too boring and too advanced for her little brain to understand. And the cryptic way in which he was talking didn't help at all. All she understood was that when she was in problem, just call time and he will help her out.

Simple as that.

She held up her hands in surrender and said "Okay, cut out with the lecture, and tell me if I can go back now? Harry must be worried about me."

He shook his head and said "You cannot go back."

"Why?" She asked in alarm.

"Your time in that world has ended." He said.

"How is that even possible?! I am alive! If I can't go back there, where will I go?" She asked as she stood up, her eyes blazing with anger.

"You cannot go back to that world. My Powers cannot counter the threads of magic, which will only oppose your presence in that world. When the killing curse hit you, it ceased your existence. You cannot return back and cease the World in jeopardy."

Her shoulders slumped. "Then where will I go?" She asked in a low voice.

"You can exist in another reality which runs parallel to your reality. I can certainly send you there." Time said.

She gave him an annoyed look. Time was an emotionless spirit. He didn't care about anyone, that was quite visible from the tone of his voice. She did not know if she wanted to exist in a reality where Harry wasn't there. She didn't have any purpose in her life, until Harry Potter barged straight into it. She didn't know her father, and her Mother had died during child-birth. Dumbledore had rescued her from Tom Riddle's clutches and handed her to James and Lily Potter who took her in without question. When they died by her Grandfather's hands, who was defeated by Harry, she had been two years old. She was then taken in by Remus Lupin, who treated her like his own daughter. By the time she came to know of the Wizarding world and of Harry Potter, she vowed to protect him because he was the son of the ones who had taken care of her when she was a toddler. She was always by harry's side, and even when harry suspected her of being the heir of Slytherin (Which she was in reality, but she didn't open the Chamber of Secrets!) she was still by his side. But when she had fought with the Basilisk to protect him, that had been the moment for Harry to bond with Trixie and trust her. She had soon after that adopted him, with his permission of Course! And even though the whole Wizangamont was against her, she fought tooth and Nail to provide Harry with a family- a sister he never had. Harry had always been her reason to live. What will she do now without him? What was her reason to live now since she doesn't have Harry?

Maybe it's time for her to take reins of her own life. May be she should enjoy what Time she had lost during all these years fighting for Harry, never worrying about herself. Maybe it was time for her to take a break and just watch as other people live their life in peace.

She sighed. So she has decided. She will take a chance.

"Okay." She said as she ran her fingers through her blue hair. "I think I will take a chance and live in the new reality."

Time bowed slightly and said "As you wish, Mistress."

Trixie shrieked as a Wall clock collided with her face, making her see stars. Her legs swayed under her feet as she fought to remain conscious.

The last thought that rang through her mind before she lost consciousness was to kill a certain Spirit who controls time.

Who bangs their Mistress's face with a Clock, after all?

Only Time can do that.