Yes, I changed this story again because, to be honest, as much as I liked it, I felt like, in the long run, Amanda was going to be too much like Elena, whether I wanted to or not. FemHarry is still going to be a phoenix like my old version (well, in my old version she had the powers of a phoenix, in this story her actual species will be 'phoenix) but this version is inspired by Landon Kirby in Legacies (but with some differences and assumptions which I'm not sure about because there's still so much we don't know about Landon). (The basic assumption here will be that the more times the phoenix die – and maybe the older he/she gets as well, who knows – and the more powerful he/she will become and will therefore develop more and more powers along the way. Though the way Landon has been created in canon – born into a phoenix because Malivore made him so – and the reason and method in which Blair came to be a phoenix is very different. Though, unlike Landon, I can tell you – spoiler!Alert – Blair wasn't born a phoenix, though, like Landon, she was made into one - Landon is both born a phoenix and made into a phoenix).

There's not going to be much of a crossover with HP to be honest, except for this chapter, since FemHarry won't remember she used to be Harry Potter in another life. I prefer it this way. Sorry, if you don't like it. Also FemHarry, which will be called Blair Fell (Yes, like in 'BloodStream'), is going to have a rather different personality from Canon!Harry (well, all right, more than 'rather' different, very different - though they will have things in common, obviously). Once again, if you don't like it, sorry, but it's my story, so. Consider yourself warned. Also, I'm going to change my other story 'BloodStream' as well. It's not going to be a HP crossover anymore. But it will still have the whole Tribrid idea. Only with an OC instead of FemHarry as the main character. A little bit like it was before, when it was still 'Someone Else's Lives' (only with one OC instead of two). Like 'BloodStream', FemHarry here has and will still have as Blair Fell, flaming red hair and emerald green eyes like Lily (and glasses, but Blair will use contact lenses). By the way I imagine FemHarry(Blair) as having Barbara Palvin's face (but with red hair and green eyes) but with Alexandra Daddario's body - though with even larger breasts (like Sophie Mudd).

This story starts in 2015 instead of 2009 (as in, seventeen years after 1998, when Harry 'dies'). Also, this story will still be Damon/FemHarry (Blair Fell). It will have very slight, mostly past, Tyler/Blair. And a little Damon/Katherine and Damon/Elena (the last one very, very little). One last thing, if I ever get to arrive at that point, after season6 of the vampire diaries it will jump to the Originals, but it's a very long way from now so who cares, right? Anyway, that's all, I think. Hope you like it, tell me what you think!

PROLOGUE

August 1998

"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

(J.K. Rowling - Albus Dumbledore - in 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone')

Harry hadn't wanted to die, but she had done it anyway. She had understood that it was necessary to destroy the horcrux inside her scar but it didn't lessen the betrayal she felt in anyway. It also made her feel very much like a weapon more than a person. Or a pig for slaughter like Snape had so rightfully put it. Well, she preferred the term lamb but the sentiment was the same. Her function in life had been simply to die at the right moment. Pretty depressing if you asked her. Not that anyone had bothered to ask her.

Still, she had sacrificed herself like it was required of her, like the third brother of the story, greeting death like an old friend. She didn't raise her wand, she didn't try to defend herself. She had simply, calmly, let Voldemort kill her.

Finding Dumbledore in a white, limbo-like King's Cross had been sort of nice, though part of her still wanted to strangle him or just really scream at him and give voice to all the anger and bitterness she had felt before dying. But death had numbed everything and so she mostly felt very calm and sort of sleepy.

Until he basically implied that she needed to go back, because she still was the only one capable of killing Voldemort. She had to fulfill the prophecy. Voldemort was mortal now but still very much alive.

At that point all the fury and even hatred – maybe – resurfaced. She was done. She was finished. Couldn't she finally rest now? But no, the 'girl-who-lived' didn't get to rest. The 'girl-who-lived' didn't even get to decide to stay dead. Not only she was forced to kill herself to save the world, now she also needed to live again just to kill Voldemort? Couldn't someone else do it, for god's sake? Why was her responsibility anyway? Just because a damn prophecy said so? Well, fuck the prophecy.

She had done enough. She was going to board a train now and join her parents, Sirius and Remus. The rest of the Wizarding World could figure out who was going to kill Voldemort. He was killable now; couldn't they do anything on their own?

"No. I won't." She said to Dumbledore, fed-up with him now.

"But my girl…" Dumbledore tried to protest.

"Nope. I'm done, old man. I've already died for the wizarding world. I'm not going to give up on my final rest just because you feel like manipulating me even when both of us are dead. Killing Voldemort is a matter for the living now and I'm not anymore."

"But…" before he could utter anything else, he was gone, puff, vanished right before her eyes.

"Does he ever stop talking?" A raspy, chilling voice said from behind her.

Harry turned around quickly, fearing what she was going to find.

Now in front of her, a pale figure whose features were strangely distorted and blurred, stood. He was wearing a black cloak and a robe, also black, and holding in his hand a scythe as tall as a staff.

"Not usually." Harry replied, pretending she wasn't intimidated by the figure in front of her. The baby-like-thing that was Voldemort's soul piece kept moaning in the background but she ignored it. "Who are you?"

"Well, I'm Death, of course."

"Of course." Harry rolled her eyes. "Why do I even ask? So, if you're here to make sure I board a train, I assure you, I'm going to as soon as one arrives."

"Not exactly. You are going to board a train, if you want, but it won't bring you towards your final rest."

"And why not? Haven't I earned it? Why does everyone think they get to decide not only when I get to die but also when I get to resurrect? I don't want to live anymore. I'm tired. My whole life I've been the slave, figuratively and literally, to someone else's whims and wishes. I want to decide this one thing, at least."

"Ah, choices…that's exactly what I wanted to talk with you about. You see, I would collect your soul but…unfortunately…I can't."

"Come again?"

"You collected all three of my Hallows. So, that makes you the Master of Death."

Harry shook of her head. "Oh no. No, no, no. So…yes, the cloak I did inherit from my father and I kept it. But I threw the stone away and I didn't even get to hold the Elder Wand in my hand once."

"That doesn't matter. Before you died you were the Master of all three Hallows at the same time, thus making you the Master of Death."

"So, what does it mean? Being Master of Death."

"Well, it's a curse, of course. Do you really think I would have let someone become my master? No, of course not. Instead I wanted to trick the three brothers into being my slaves forever, if ever one of them would have managed to get hold of the other two objects. They had defied and mocked me; ME, Death! I had to punish them. Of course, I got all three of their souls and none of them was able to get hold of all the three Hallows. But I enjoyed the idea of humans seeking the Hallows, wanting to 'master death' and then, if they succeeded, finding out exactly what it meant."

"And what it means? You haven't explained it yet."

Death huffed. "So impatient. I'm getting to that. You are the first person who has ever managed to collect all three of my Hallows. And yet, I don't relish the idea of punishing you because you never actually sought the Hallows out. You didn't want to become the Master of Death. But you did, anyway. And that's why I'm going to give you a choice. I've already explained to you that I can't collect your soul and that is because the Master of Death was never meant to find peace in death. No afterlife, no eternal rest, no heaven…as you humans call it. No, being Master of Death means that every time you die, you would come back and do it all over again. And for you, it would mean living life as Harry Potter over and over and over again. You would be born, lose your parents, go live with the Dursleys, then go to Hogwarts, face Voldemort and then die, again, only to do it all over again. For eternity."

Harry was justifiably horrified by what she had just heard. And desperate for a way out. "But you say I have a choice, right? What is it?"

"I could give you a fresh start. Somewhere else, in a world different and yet similar from the one you know. You will be reborn as someone else, someone whose name is not Harry Potter, daughter of Lily and James Potter. But there will be a price to pay. You won't remember who you used to be and…well, there will be other consequences, and yet, this way, the curse will be broken, because you will not be the Master of Death anymore since where I plan to send you, there will be no Hallows."

"Will I find peace? Will I get to join my loved ones in the afterlife? My parents, Sirius, Remus…?"

"Eventually, yes." Death replied but there was something strange in his expression. Harry felt like she was being tricked, like there was something Death was not telling her. But what choice did she have but accept?

"All right. I accept. But who's going to kill Voldemort if not me?"

"I think you already know the answer to that." Death asks and Harry smiled, yes, she knew.

A few moments later, a train painted red and orange appeared, bright as flames, making not a noise, and puffing out white smoke. "This is your ride." Death merely said.

Harry nodded and headed straight for it. Just before boarding she turned around and Death nodded at her. "Good luck Harry Potter."

Harry nodded back and then got on, sitting on the first place she could find. The train started moving slowly but soon it picked up speed. Then, at last, her surroundings disappeared and she knew no more.