This was in response to a HP/GOT challenge. I don't own either series.

Upsetting Death, and the Following Consequences

Laying on the ground, staring in the sky, I caught my breath from the impact. I decided that even as Master of Death, it wasn't smart to tease and piss off Death. Now, I, Harry Potter, was in a world very much different than my own, in a body that was very much different than my own. Without looking I knew this. I knew this because the air and magic tasted and felt different here and the body I was in, was a girl's.

When I got back, I was going to have some serious words with Death. I was not pleased. At all. Sighing to myself and knowing that I couldn't mope forever, I got up and cleaned whatever it was I was wearing with a wave of my hand.

I. Was. Wearing. A dress. I was going to kill Death for this. Looking around, I saw a stone castle with banners hanging from on the walls. Direwolf banners. Stark banners.

I was in the Game of Thrones world. I was about to find or conjure something reflective to find out who I was or what I looked like, when someone caught up with me and called me….Sansa. Fuck you, Death.

Turning around, I saw it was Sansa's mother Catelyn Stark nee Tully.

"Sansa, dear, we need to get you ready for the King's arrival. A proper lady must always look her best."

"Uh, right. Of course…mother. Let's make me…pretty." I could hear Death laughing his ass off at me in my head. This did allow me to also realized when in the storyline he was.

I was about to be engaged to the demonic, psychotic, sadistic, bastard prince. I could feel my eye twitching. There was no way I was going to let this play out the same it was supposed to. I wasn't going to be some silly little girl, so starry-eyed, that she'd betray her own family. For one thing I was going make sure that Bran didn't lose his legs. I might even have a little talk with Jaime Lannister.

I just followed my 'mother' and was dressed and primped and prodded. My magic had apparently changed Sansa's body slightly. Her body had toned muscles, clearer skin, hair thicker, lips full, and….chest larger. At that point, I made myself a promise to torture and strangle Death when I got my hands on him.

If it wouldn't have been admitting defeat, I would have cried about this whole situation. As it was, I just plotted and planned. The famous Harry Potter, emerald, AK, green eyes seemed to only show when I used my magic. Looking in the mirror, I felt a small stab to my heart. I looked like his mother, Lily. Red hair, (occasionally) green eyes, with intelligence hidden behind them.

I really was going to hurt Death for this. Heaving a heavy sigh, looked at my finished appearance and grudgingly admitted that I looked attractive. Sansa was a natural beauty, so with my magic she was only enhanced. I did know that I was going to have to talk or…flirt, someone into making me some trousers. Worst comes to worst, I can just magic some up, but I didn't want to conjure something that might fade, wear out, or disappear too soon. I'd rather something permanent. They will probably have to be leather, but I was just fine with that. I just knew I wouldn't be able to run or fight in a damned dress. I was going to need the maneuverability that the leather leggings would give me.

I was also going to get my hands on some daggers. I might not be able to hide a sword, but daggers were a whole different story. I'd started practicing with a sword after facing the Basilisk in second year, shortly followed by daggers and knives. I already had a picture in my mind of what I wanted my new styled outfit to look like. Leather leggings, leather boots, leather vest top, and long leather coat. Similar to that the Scarlet Witch wore in the Avengers movie franchise. I was going to change it slightly by having it fur lined on the inside and hooded, hidden pockets for potions and weapons, colored grey and black, with belts to strap my future swords to, and engraved with a direwolf over the right breast.

I just had to find a leather worker, or at least a loyal handmaiden to get it done for me. I could make any alteration needed with magic. That was easy enough. As it was though, I was currently wearing a long Forrest green and black dress with a heavy fur cloak over it. Long read hair down with the sides brought back and twisted into some weird waterfall braid.

I sighed. I looked...pretty. Gorgeous even. I hated Death so much right now.

They were standing outside, waiting in a line to welcome the royal party's arrival. Arya stark had only just skidded in line, before the guests arrived. Seeing her helmet being remove and thrust at someone standing behind them, I chuckled and turned my attention forward to the King and his royal family.

The man was larger than Slughorn had been. He was closer in resemblance to Uncle Vernon. The King just hid his extra chins behind his beard. There was no hiding the stomach though. He was fairly sure that the horse just sighed in relief when the King managed to get off and waddle over to Eddard Stark. It was disgraceful. He was in the presence of ladies. He-

Wait. Disgraceful? Presence of ladies? What was I talking about. What was I acting like that was what was most important? That was more like something that one of the actual Ladies around here would actually think.

I was panicking and wondering what the hell was going on with me, when I felt Death laughing and pulling back his influence that I hadn't noticed until that point.

With a disgusted sneer, I turned my attention to the rest of the arriving party. I notice that I had already caught the attention of a few people. Both Ser Jaime and Prince Joffrey were looking at me. I try to withhold a shiver. They were looking at an attractive girl and I was not happy being stuck as that girl.

Taking a deep breath, unfortunately making my chest bigger for a moment, before releasing it. Calming down and bringing up a mask of a charming young woman. I smiled as kindly and beautifully as I could. Bringing a blush to the young Prince Tommen that I hadn't even notice being there before. King Robbert went down the line of Starks and greeting them all before he had Ned bring him down to the Crypts to pay his respects to Lyanna Stark.

The queen was not happy to be disregarded and disrespected by the king once again. I had to admit, knowing what I did, of what he does, it was a rude slap to the face. Rubbing it into his wife's face like that.

I had to close my eyes and try not to grimace when I heard Arya ask where the imp was. She was a child and didn't know any better, but it was still rude.

I watched Cersei strut over to her twin and tell him to go look for their brother. On the upside, it brought his attention off of me. Catelyn had everyone brought inside and into the warmth, away from the chilled air of the North.

Inside, Catelyn took over the introductions. Introducing all of her children, with Cersei introducing her brood. Joffrey strutted up as pompous at Lucius Malfoy.

"My lady, you look lovely today. It is an honor to meet you." Said the boy, very smarmy.

"Thank you, Your Grace. It is wonderful to meet you as well." I smiled as I lied through my teeth.

I had to hold back a gag as his leering eyes roamed my, Sansa's, new body. I taste the bile in my throat. What a disgusting little boy. How could the original Sansa have desired and thought to have loved this creature?

Knowing that I couldn't bare to be in this little arrogant monster's presence much longer, I politely asked if they'd like to get settled into their rooms before the feast tonight. Getting confirmation, I nodded my head and showed them the way. I escaped as fast as I could back to the court yard.

I needed to try to get my head in the game. I had to act like Sansa, but not so much as to be an idiot that she was as a child. Its like Cersei would say, "in the Game of Thrones, you either win or you die".

I know she wasn't speaking of the show, although it was very accurate all the same. It holds true now as well. I need to win this. Only my goal isn't a chair made of swords, nor is my opponents entire realms of people wanting them same thing as me. My goal is to get back home, and my opponent is Death. The dick.

So in order to win this, I would have to act like I really was Sansa. Use my new identity to my advantage. Use my new appearance to my advantage. I was going to change so much. I was going to cause chaos. And while Littlefinger might enjoy chaos, thinking it a way to climb higher up in society, he wouldn't like what I had in store for him. I was going to turn this world upside down.

What I really needed to do, was somehow get Tywin Lannister on my side. He held importance and resources. People both feared and respected him. I needed him to respect me. To choose my side over his psychotic, simple-minded, short-sighted slut of a daughter. The only way to get close to the man, is to get close to the child he is least disappointed in. I had to get close to Ser Jaime Lannister. Getting close to him, might even put a little distance between the twins, too. And when we all go to King's Landing, I can 'accidentally' let slip that she's been sleeping with other Kingsguard and even their own cousin Lancel. Depending on what and when everything happens.

I, unfortunately, just realized, that I'll also have to keep Joffrey interested. I needed him to want to marry me so that I can stay in King's Landing long enough of everything to happen. I need to have access to the many different resources there, as well.

This was getting annoyingly frustrating and complicated already. I was going to have to act like a empty-headed girl. Was I going to have to learn about dresses and make-up and other such things? Oh, I was really hating Death at the moment.

I was going to have to keep Lady, Sansa's wolf, here at Winterfell so that it wasn't available as a substitute to kill. I don't know what I'll say when asked to give testimony. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear my other creepy admirer walk up behind me.

"What has you thinking so hard, my lady? You really shouldn't frown like that, you might get wrinkles. And that would be a shame to mar such beauty so early in life."

I held myself from gagging and shivering in disgust, before plastering on a bright and innocent smile. "Oh, Ser Jaime. I hadn't seen you there. I suppose I was too lost in my thoughts. My apologies." I forced a girlish giggle out. Do girls act like this? I never really spent enough time around them or getting to know them. Hopefully, my acting seems right enough.

"No apologies necessary, my lady. I should not have startled you. Would you care to tell me what had you thinking so hard? Perhaps I can help." He said with his best Lockhart-style smile.

Ugh! What to say? "Oh, I couldn't bother you, Ser Jaime. I was just being silly. I was worrying about…" I trailed off. What the hell should I say I was worried about. Hopefully he thinks I'm being coy or something stupid like that. Fuck! What do girls worry about. "I was worried that I might be pretty enough or good enough to hold my future husband's attention." Did that sound believable?

Apparently. "Oh, Lady Sansa. You have nothing to fear about that. You are quite lovely. I can honestly say that any and every man would be lucky to be grace with your attentions." He said, full of charm again. Great. Okay, now to force myself to blush. Blush. Blush. Come ooon, blush.

Success! "Oh, you flatter me, Ser Jaime. You are kind to say such things. If only I could have someone as lovely and charming as you." I looked at him through my eyelashes. Geeze, this is getting really awkward.

He seemed to like this act, his eyes got darker and hooded. "Who knows. You just might. I would love to spend some time to discuss this with you some more. A more in depth and deeper, longer, conversation." Was his not at all subtle response.

Choking back another gag, I gave him a shy and maybe flirty smile. I was saved from having to talk through the bile slowly rising in my throat, by Robb Stark walking up. Thank the Gods.

The sister fucking creep stepped back from hitting on my teenage self. The tension was dissolved and chilled instantly, thankfully. I had no idea where to go from where it was heading. I swallowed down the bile again. "Robb, there you are. What is everyone doing now?"

He was looking between the Lannister and his sister with suspicious and narrowed eyes. "We're all about to start getting ready for the feast. I was coming to look for you. Why don't you come along, now?" I nodded, so very thankful for the interruption.

Smiling like an innocent little sister, looking at her big brother, I said, "Of course. I must have lost time talking. We should head back in now. Thank you for coming for me, Robb. It was very nice talking to you Ser Jaime. We will have to continue our talk another time." After that, I subtly pulled Robb with me inside. Once inside and away from Jaime Lannister, I relaxed and slowed down again and relaxed my grip on Robb's escorting arm.

I didn't let him ask any of the questions that were brewing behind his own storm grey eyes. I hurried to Sansa's room and found another gown, more jewelry, and 'my' handmaiden holding a brush.

I sighed and let the fresh round of torture begin without fuss. Sansa was supposed to love this sort of thing. I plastered on a happy smile and exclaimed my joy about wearing such a beautiful dress and pleasure at having the Prince's favor.

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I was stuck walking with this egotistical monster, arm in arm, through the trees. I was listening to Joffrey tell me how amazing he is, how beautiful I was, how lucky I was to spend time with him, how lucky I was to have the chance to marry him, when we came across Arya and the butcher's boy sword fighting with wooden sticks.

I knew what was about to happen. I, unfortunately, also knew myself well enough that I'd never allow it. Fuck! Whatever. I didn't really want to deal with being this girl anyways.

As soon as Joffrey started to slice into the boys face, I pulled on of my daggers out and stabbed him, literally, in the back. I made sure to pierce both the heart and lung. I looked at his dead body laying there and thought that maybe his 'Uncle' Jaime wouldn't find himself attracted to me anymore. I couldn't stop the smile from forming at the thought.

It was bad timing, however, since I was still looking down at the boy I'd just killed in front of two witnesses. They just saw me grinning down at a dead body. I probably scared them pretty badly, too, since they seemed to remain frozen in shock before screaming.

Well, I have also just guaranteed that I, as Sansa, and my whole family would be killed very soon. Oops.

Well I could always tell the King about his children's true origins. While it might not save us, it would at least take the Lannister family down alongside us. That was probably the only thing I could hope for. On the upside, I ended the War before it even began. The king would have Cersei, Jaime, and every other living Lannister sentenced to death, along with the bastards children that bore his own name. After that, he'd have to name his own heir and it was a lot more likely to be followed and heard without Cersei ripping the will up.

If and when Daenerys Targaryen crossed the sea to claim the Iron throne, she wouldn't have Tyrion's council and would be too aggressive. She might not ever have a any people to follow here either, since it was Tyrion's words that stopped the killings, at least temporarily, until Dany could make it back. She wouldn't last very long in the game, if she made it at all. At least we wouldn't have to worry about that anymore either. Maybe killing Joffrey like that was a good idea after all.

I wouldn't have to find out though, since Death showed up. Time froze around us and he didn't look very happy. He wasn't laughing anymore either.

"You couldn't last a single episode, Master? Just one?"

"No. Apparently I couldn't. It turns out I don't need to be strong or an experienced master of weapons. I just stabbed him while he was gloating about cutting a child. I also don't have to deal with the rest of those people anymore either."

"And how do you figure that, master?"

"Simple. You either get me out of this place or the entire star family dies for 'Sansa' killing Joffrey. Either you take me now, or I see you again as soon as this body dies. Either way, I no longer have to deal with these people, especially creepy thirty-year old men hitting on me in a thirteen-year old girl's body. Even with my magic, I only looked to have grown, at most, three years in appearance. Still gross for him to want to fuck me." I started to ramble, before pulling myself back on topic. "So, you bringing me back now, or are you going to wait a little longer for me to get frustrated even more, before I return on my own?"

"Well, when you put it that way…." Death snapped his fingers and we were no longer a the Game of Thrones episode and I was no longer Sansa Stark.

"Thank you for getting me out of there, Death. Now, can you explain to me why I am now, once again, in the body of a girl? Why am I Katniss BLOODY Everdeen. And where in the bleeding fuck are we?"

"Well, you never finished the first episode of the last place I put you in, and I'm still mad, so now you can be in the first movie of the Hunger Games. Best part, if you kill people, others don't care. Have fun, master."

And with that, Death popped away. I couldn't have stopped my scream of frustrated rage if I'd tried. I was going to be relieving it on the poor, unfortunate, children that Death had put in my way. I was going to absolutely destroy everyone who got in my way. Death wanted a show? Fine. He'd get one, and when I eventually died and popped back in his realm, I would show him my own displeasure. I might even send him to some messed up world. I would send him to the American Dad series as Klaus.

I'd let Death have this tantrum, but once it was done… I punish him for his actions.

Thank you everyone. For this story I had wanted it to be an abrupt stop that left us all wanting more and feeling a 'WTF' moment about the ending. If I were to continue this, it would probably be more of a series of one-shots and scenes about how Harry reacts to different situations as Sansa. I'm not sure that I'll do that or not, but I might if I get enough comments and likes about it.