I was annoyed by some of my readers over at spacebattles and really didn't feel like updating that story so I figured I'd indulge in a whim I'd been thinking about for some time. This will be primarily first person perspective, the third person at the end of the chapter was just to set the tone, it won't be the norm if I continue this. Also yes, if you've followed my Code Geass and Harry Potter fics you can blame Dancia's Master of Death Harry for everything.

Death was quite simply put a disturbingly pleasant change of pace to my otherwise endlessly suffering existence, and wasn't that a hell of a way to interpret one's own life all while sounding hopelessly emo in the process.

It was however the truth though, after a year and a half of bullying instigated by my former best friend, a girl I had been developing…not so platonic feelings for betrayed my trust and did everything in her power to break me. I didn't break though, I…held this foolish, ridiculous hope that if I endured the torture senselessly dumped upon me Emma would eventually step back, realize she had been wrong, and would try to reconcile things with me. Even if things didn't go the route I had been fantasizing about prior to this…alienation, I would have gladly accepted my erstwhile friend back into my life.

She never did though, she only escalated the torture that I refused to retaliate against which only seemed to anger her more and make her up the ante so to speak. Then there was nothing for a week, a tense deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming train sort of calm that had me so paranoid I was literally jumping at shadows. Nothing happened though, then I got to spend Christmas break dealing with dad practically acting like an automaton barely doing lip service to the holiday, he forgot to get me a present, which was okay since I had purposely not gotten him anything.

I inherited my mom's determination, but I had also inherited my dad's wrath and thus I could easily be spiteful when I wanted to put the effort into it. Regardless, it didn't matter because he didn't notice, and thus I went back to school and was shoved into my locker and…

No.

I am not…just…It was horrible, enough said.

I do not honestly think the Bitch Trio actually thought it would go the route their 'prank' did, dying from a blood infection and rather publicly having my corpse landing on the floor in a pool of rotting tampons and insects kinda threw 'subtle' out the window after all.

That was the trick of it though, I knew I was dead, I knew I had been buried, and I knew my dad was suffering while the bitches three were still alive if not necessarily happy about where they ended up in the end.

Regardless, it made me angry.

No…furious? No, that didn't work either.

Enraged….yeah, that was about right.

"Anger is good, not ideal, but good. Feeling it proves that you're still you and all that."

My eyes snapped open and I absently took in the bright white open expanse before me as I quickly spun around to stare at the figure standing before me.

He was at an average height, shoulder length black hair, faintly glowing green eyes with a 'Z' styled scar on his forehead, pale, wearing an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of blue Chuck's.

I responded in the most eloquent was I could manage at the moment with a stammered out, "W-what?"

Good job Taylor, really great first impression for the…whatever entity that you found yourself before.

The man smiled, then bowed slightly as he locked his gaze on me, "Pardon my candor, I'm just so used to dealing with the dead and soon to be moving on that the niceties required for polite conversation always seemed to be a bit pointless. I'm Harry Potter, some call me the Master of Death but they'd be wrong, I'm more along the lines of…the head of central administration of the afterlife, and you little miss have been put under my purview."

I felt my shoulders sag and fell into the plush chair that had appeared behind me while muttering out, "Oh…"

"Yup," Harry stated as he sat behind the desk that had appeared before him, "Your file says you aren't stupid so I think you figured out the fact that you're all sorts of dead at this point yes?"

I wrapped my arms around myself and nodded, "Yeah, I think I figured that much out on my own."

Harry smiled and nodded as he began fiddling around with his computers keyboard, "Good, glad you're accepting things in a somewhat rational manner. Don't get me wrong, I know you're probably freaking the fuck out on the inside but I gotta hand it to you kiddo, your game face is ace."

I couldn't help it, being called 'kiddo', my dad's favorite affectionate nickname for me made me sob out, then I began crying, damn it all Taylor hold it together! Fucking hell if he called me 'Little Owl' after this I'd be wreck for a week…

Harry stopped typing, then suddenly the desk and chair disappeared and I found myself being held by him in a tight hug, I returned it and began sobbing into his shoulder, he just held me closer which was a good thing…I didn't think I could stand on my own at this point.

"Damn it all, I'm sorry Taylor I was…I was treating you like I did my daughter and didn't think about it... Look, let it out, let it go, and when you get it out of your system we'll continue on."

I quite literally have no idea how long I stood there hugging a perfect stranger but…it helped, it felt like all the bile and vitriol that had accumulated in the past year and a half was slowly shunted away as I cried in his arms. Eventually he let me go, kissed my brow, and gently pushed me back into my chair as he backed up and fell into his own while quickly bridging his fingers.

He stared at me for a time then let out a very drawn out sigh before speaking, "Ok, this is gonna be a lot to take in but you aren't a dullard so I won't dumb things down for you. Your multiverse cluster is all sorts of fucked up, you've got a demi-god like entity handing out super powers like candy in an attempt to find a way to stop entropy. Problem is, you can't stop entropy, and he is as an American colleague of mine would put it more or less a denizen of the short bus, the brains of the operation got herself killed so yeah he's sort of winging it, poorly at that. Not important, another Taylor is taking care of that and…yeah her life is going to fucking suck, nothing I can do about that, you though, I can help."

I am so….utterly confused.

"Right," he continued, the look on his face indicating he knew exactly what I was thinking, "See, other versions of you across the great broad multiverse triggered in that locker with powers, or beings such as I intervened and gifted them with a different flavor of power. You though? You didn't get that lucky, you died, and once you entered the realm of death you became my problem, and from one plucky wannabe hero who never backed down from a challenge to another, I feel for you. So I'm intervening, I'm gonna send you back, but you'll have the powers of my people rather than golden boy's parasites, which outta be brill because I cannot wait for your Protectorate stooges to shite a brick over not being able to explain away the fact you're a goddess. Good times!"

I stared at him for a time then finally managed to mutter out, "What?"

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, "I'm going to make you a witch, flying on brooms, brewing potions out of nonsensical items, and treating the space time continuum as your personal bitch as you alter reality at your whim. So yeah, your people's silly little rating system for powers? You're going to be a thirteen across the entire board."

I whispered, "It only goes up to ten…"

Harry grinned, "I'm well aware. Now, hold up your wand we're about ready to begin practicing, time has no meaning here but unless you rise from the dead in the next week real time your dad is going to get so utterly pissed on cheap rum that he ends up killing himself in a car accident so give it your all yeah?"

I jumped up at that, dad was going to die, and my wand, what wand!?

"Yeah we're gonna have to work on your form, that stance isn't gonna work for dedicated combat, also you're holding it wrong, relax your grip a bit. Don't treat it like a weapon, think of it more as a conductor's baton; you need to let it dance to do its work."

I froze a moment then looked down at my right hand to see a pale length of polished wood in my grip, it was covered in carvings of vines and felt comfortably warm in my hand, I shot my gaze up to meet Harry's and his grin shifted to a sad rueful smile.

"Yeah…should have figured you'd take after her..." with that he laughed and clapped his hands while jumping in place a moment, "Ok you ever watch that Aleph Disney movie Mulan?"

I nodded weakly, his grin grew wider, "Well instead of 'Making a Man Out of You,' I'm gonna be making a witch out of you!"

"What?" I asked plaintively, Harry just continued to grin as a slim length of wood appeared in his hand.

"I'm gonna train you to perform magic Taylor, and when I'm done with you you're going to rise from the dead and scare the ever loving shite out of everyone and everything because there is nothing they can do to stop you when you get started. You'll be able to turn water into wine, walk in the air, split the seas, bring down fucking old testament plagues that would make Nilbog weep in envy if you so wished to. When I'm done with you, you'll have surpassed being a simple witch, you'll be an Archmagus at the tender age of, resurrected, fifteen."

I stared at the confident bespectacled man standing before me, felt the sparks shooting out of the wand in my hand, and I could only whimper out, "Why?"

His grin then grew manic as his green eyes took on scintillating glow, "Because I'm bored and I can't play with Dancia or Lelouch for the next few thousand years. So! First thing is first, foot work, then spell combos, do try to keep up by the by, you aren't leaving until I'm done with you."

I let out a week 'meep' as I stepped back and shot out, "I need an adult!"

Harry shot me a wry smirk at that as he pointed his wand at me and sent a bolt of lightning at my feet as I yelped and dove out of the way, still grinning he twirled his wand nimbly between his fingers while drawling out, "I am an adult."

Cemeteries were never the most cheerful of places, the somber atmosphere rather went hand in hand with the whole being filled with dead people thing, the various mourners loitering around the graves crying like it meant something to the dead didn't help matters much either.

One grave in particular, one so freshly buried the muddy soil hadn't even begun to settle began to shake, chunks of earth and bits of stone sliding down the small hump of soil as something began to scream in a manner that which could pierce ones very soul.

The shaking increased and slowly the muddy rain swept grave began to shift, chunks of dirt began sloughing off the plain wooden coffin as it pulled itself from the ground, and once clear of the mud it came to an abrupt stop. Moving forward a few feet the lid creaked open and a moment later a young woman stepped out while stretching and yawning as she daintily stepped down onto the damp lawn.

She frowned a moment and clicked her tongue in annoyance as she realized it was raining and judging by the darkness surrounding her, the dead of night.

This was likely a bit of petty revenge on Harry's part, getting Destiny to hide the Elder Wand from him for a decade had really irritated him. Worth it though, Fate had laughed his ass off for well over an hour when Harry had finally figured out that she'd turned the wand into one of his hairs and it had been on him the entire time.

Whatever, she didn't have time for reminiscing, she'd learned a lot over the past few hundred years and amongst her lessons punctuality was always something to be emphasized on. Her dad was supposed to die tonight because of her…or rather because of her not being there for him, and she sure as hell was not going to let this second chance go to waste.

Smirking, she drew her wand and spoke up for the first time, "Rejoice my lovelies, for terrible things are about to happen. On the plus side, mummy Morgana is in a good mood tonight…"

With a spin of her heel the soon to be rogue vigilante Morgana vanished from the graveyard, and the forlorn teen Taylor Hebert appeared in front of Sully's bar beside a worn down pickup truck. A man stumbled out of the bar and began plodding towards said vehicle before shortly falling flat on his face. Sighing she approached him and helped him to his feet, he muttered something then met her gaze, even drunk he recognized her, and as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, he finally spoke.

"Little Owl?"

At that moment Morgana broke, and Taylor pulled Danny into a tight hug while muttering, "I missed you dad."

Danny held her tightly, and then began crying.