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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Naruto are not mine (unfortunately), I just own the plot.

Summary: After Harelda Potter was AK-ed by Voldemort during the final battle at Hogwarts, instead of finding Dumbledore in Kings Cross, she met Death, who told her about her new title as "Death's Mistress" and the duty that came alongside with it. She went back to the world of living to finish what she had started, and after having a full and wonderful life, she passed on. And continued to pass on. Life after life. Death after death. Until now. Her curse finally seem to have come to an end, and her final life has begun. The world better gets ready for Namikaze-Uzumaki Shinachiku, because she waits for no one.

Pairing: Past Fred X FemHarry, Past George X FemHarry. More will be added in the future.

Warnings: SPOILERS! HORRIBLE SPOILERS! IF YOU DON'T MIND THEN GO AHEAD AND READ! OTHERWISE GET YOUR NOSES OUT OF HERE! AU, Non-Canon, Dimension Travel, FemHarry, Ron/Ginny/Molly/Hermione/Dumbledore-bashing, Reincarnation, MOD!Harry, Jinchuuriki!Harry, abused!Harry, adorable!Harry, intelligent!Harry, meddling Fate and Shinigami/Death, etc, etc, etc. (More warnings will be added in the future).

INSPIRED BY THE FANFIC 'Shiki' BY cherryvvoid.

Published: 04-26-15

Book One: The Chosen and Stolen Child

― 次の偉大な冒険の始まり ―

Chapter One: The Beginning of The Next Great Adventure

Normal PoV

Harelda Jaime Potter had been born a healthy baby, if not a little small, the night of July 31, 1980 in St. Mungos. She had been born with a destiny that included graduating after just her first year at Hogwarts and becoming the youngest Medic witch that had ever been recorded, marrying at the young age of seventeen to her childhood sweetheart and having with him eight children, six boys and two girls. She would work at Lily's Heaven, a hospital she would have created herself after her mother's death when she was thirteen due to cancer, until the old age of one hundred and fifty two years when she would collapse at work and become bedridden for the rest of her life. Everything would be left to her children, as her husband would have died a few years before her, and her youngest daughter would personally take care of Lily's Heaven. At age of one hundred and sixty seven she would have died peacefully in her sleep after being left for the day just a few hours after her youngest daughter's daughter, who was also a Medi-witch, gave Harelda her daily checkup. The next day her whole family would gather in Godric's Hollow and cry endlessly when they discovered she had died the day of her birthday.

But none of that happened.

When Harelda was born, a prophecy was made.

A fake prophecy.

It wasn't supposed to happen, but Fate had wanted something interesting to happen, someone's life to screw over.

And that unfortunate person had been one Harelda Potter.

Her mother and father, who were supposed to die when she was thirteen and forty respectively, died when she as barely fifteen months of age.

Her sweet and mischievous godfather, who was destined to die at the age of one hundred and sixteen, perished while protecting her when he was only thirty nine.

Her shy and protective honorary uncle, who should have died at age of eighty eight after having two sons and a daughter, died a few months after his first born came into the world alongside his wife.

And the man who was to be her husband...

Her sweet and mischievous Frederick Gideon Weasley before they could even marry each other.

So when Voldemort offered her the chance of saving everyone she loved by sacrificing herself, she immediately accepted.

She had nothing left to live for.

She took her Invisible Cloak and the Resurrection Stone, and left for the Forbidden Forest where she knew he would be waiting for her.

And he was.

As always, he gloated and laughed in her face before torturing her with so much Crucios she didn't even remember how many exactly. He enjoyed her suffering with so much child-like glee it was difficult to see the madman he actually was instead of simply the crazy idiot he looked like at the moment.

And then, there was nothing more.

She knew then that she was dead.

But she wasn't.

She woke up in a place that had an uncanny resemblance to King's Cross. The white-ish version of King's Cross. And there, she met someone she never thought of meeting, not even in her wildest dreams.

Death.

He told her she was his new mistress.

And she would have to continue to be so until forever.

Her job was simple, she had to help Death collect the souls of the dead that had lost their way while trying to go to the afterlife.

For the rest of her new-given and unwanted eternity.

Forever.

There was no afterlife for her.

None.

So she decided to go back to the world of living instead of staying in spiritual form. Her body would age, but her essence would remain forever untouchable.

Eternal.

She found with all her might and finally, after what seemed forever, she managed to kill her tormentor.

Voldemort was no more.

The aftermath of the battle was probably the worst.

Bodies here and there. Left and right. Up and down.

Loved ones had been killed and families scarred.

No one was really the same.

Eventually Harelda learned to move on. She and George.

They even married after years of dancing around each other, not wanting to dirty Fred's memory.

They had four children.

Frederick Alastor Weasley and his twin James Sirius Potter

Lily Luna Weasley-Potter

And their youngest, Regulus Tobias Potter-Weasley[*].

Harelda and George lived a happy life even after discovering the betrayal from Molly, Ron and Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger and Albus Dumbledore. The people she trusted the most after her own husband.

Harelda and George learned to live with the pain, but that was okay, because they had each other.

Finally, they both died at the age of one hundred and seventy two, on May 2, Fred's death anniversary, at 7:25 pm. George was the first one to go during his sleep.

And Harelda happily followed soon after, not wanting to be left behind.

It was time for the next great adventure.

Everything was hazy and out of focus. Harelda couldn't even open her eyes, they were so heavy and she felt just so weak. There were voices, but she couldn't make out what exactly they were saying. They sounded muffled to her ears and merely glimpses of the conversation were caught by her newborn ears.

She couldn't understand. She was death, yet again. Her soul had been sent to Reiteki ryōiki, she was sure of that.

Then why was she here? Feeling alive?

"-summoned me for, human?" Harelda could only compare such voice to Shinigami's. There was no other being in all the universes she had been that sounded like that voice. Could it be?

"-a deal for you... a life...another." That was a woman. Who? Harelda wasn't sure. Something ached inside her, she couldn't precisely say what, but it hurt deep inside.

"The terms... such and... met." Terms? For what? And why was Shinigami-sama talking with a lesser being?

"I have... children... seal." Oh? That was interesting. So the woman wanted to seal something inside some children? Possibly hers on top of that?

Despicable.

"Vessels... accepted... payment will..." Payment? Harelda wondered what kind of thing the woman had offered for Shinigami-sama, surely a puny mortal like her would never have something a god like Shinigami-sama would ever want.

"Soul... stomach... no escape..." My, my, what a demanding woman.

"NO! DON'T!" Shocking plot twist. Was that her lover?

That meant that she probably was their child, and if the woman said children, she probably had a twin, or was a tripled, Shinigami-sama forbid there were more.

"Terms... reached. Two souls... been..." Yeah, definitely a twin. But the initial question was still unanswered.

What the fuck was she doing in the land of living?

"Mama loves you..." Oh... Now this was something she could say she was familiar with. She had lived a similar scene before, right? Harelda wondered when exactly.

"PLEASE!" Oh no! Lover-boy is about to lose the love of his life. What a shame...

"-seal... two halves..." So whatever is being inside of her is being split in half. Wouldn't that harm the container? All that power being leaked at not being able to be contained.

Well, Harelda supposed it would be worse if the whole thing was sealed inside only one. That had to be the reason why it was being split, right? Too much power in one single place would cause it to eventually combust, she supposed.

"-dada loves you..." But for the life of Harelda, she could not remember when exactly this had happened before.

Why was no one answering her? Why did this feel extremely familiar to her?

"Ying and Yang... complete." She could feel it too. So much power being stored inside her little and fragile body. It burned.

"Please, be strong..." And why did that woman spoke to her with so much love? Disgusting.

"KUSHINA!" So that was the woman's name. A shame Harelda would not be able to kill her with her own hands for burdening her like this. Stupid human.

"I love you two!" She didn't even know Harelda, she couldn't claim to love her.

Love did not exist. It was something she had to learn.

"It is done."

Opening your eyes to a new life is never very exciting.

It is blurry and colorless, not to mention that things seemed out of proportion.

Behold, the reason why babies are so amused about everything around them.

But of course, Harelda Potter would have never been once Harelda Potter if trouble didn't come knocking on her door as soon as she was placed into yet another world.

There were flutters of noise around her, they were probably voices talking, persons talking each other. She could distinctly feel someone hovering over her. A man. Moving her hands and feet, touching her little toes as if counting them and making her fist the finger presented to her.

But not a word could she understand.

So she merely closed her eyes and let the man's voice lull her to a peaceful sleep, as she cuddled to the two presences besides her holding her close, one definitely bigger and stronger than the other.

Must be her twin and father.

But then, who was the other person?

She smelled it even before she saw it.

There was blood, so much blood it made her want to bath in it while she cackled hysterically.

Immortality had really screwed her over, hadn't it?

She honestly had no idea when that happened.

There was a shadow lurking above her, and it was doing something. Harelda wondered what exactly, it was like a little voice whispering in the back of her head and telling her to do something. Not exactly sure what, Harelda had already used her magical reserved previously when the woman was using her as a storage box in order to hear and understand what language she was talking.

She could no longer know what was going on around her. Even if she knew the language, her newborn ears made it almost impossible for her to understand anything.

A hand crept to her abdomen and then her stomach before if hovered there for a minute and something began to pull at her stomach. No, no her stomach. Something inside her stomach. Harelda new about seals. Oh, did she know a lot about them.

To let the stranger release whatever she was now containing, or not?

Decisions, decisions.

But well, apparently that decision would not be taken by her.

There was a strong flare of energy that made her squirm uncomfortably, and she felt something sharp pressed against her neck. The invisible force pulling at her stomach disappearing completely, as if it was never there in the first place.

And then yells.

Something resembling a crash came from behind and then everything stopped before jostled from one side to another roughly, her little lungs unable to keep up and making her choke a distressed sob.

She was a baby, what the fuck was wrong with this people?

And then, everything stopped once again.

But the feeling didn't remained long, a few seconds later she was back being jostled around, a pair of arms seem to try to remove her forcefully from her little nest in the stranger's arms.

Was it wrong to think the ―possibly psychotic― stranger had nice and cozy arms?

Maybe.

Not even a minute later a great energy was suffocating her, and finally, something at her navel pulled once again. A sensation that seemed so familiar to her she could actually remember. The stranger did what appeared to be an Apparition variation and the room around them blurred out of existence, but someone howled in rage.

Was he even allowed to do that?

Wasn't that like... cheating?

"SHINACHIKU!"

Sooooo... you love it? hate it? I hope you guys liked it! XD

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*Harelda: Teutonic name meaning "Mighty in battle."

[*]Regulus from Sirius' brother and Tobias from Snape ― Severus Tobias Snape. I didn't really want to call him Regulus Severus.

＊Reiteki ryōiki: Spiritual realm ―霊的領域.

＊Shinachiku: Ramen topping made from dried bamboo ―支那竹 ― but the way I want to write it would mean "Virtuous district" since the name Shina ―支那― means "virtuous" and chiku, instead of ―竹― would be written as ―地区― which means "district." I find it really ironic because nowadays Japanese people have decided that the correct for to address this topping ―shinachiku― is Menma ―メンマ― which (in my story) was going to be the name of Naruto's twin if it was a boy (did anyone else see what I did here?). I also wanted something that connected Harelda with her new mom, KuSHINA.

And sorry for the mistakes.

Bye bye!

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