Prompt response of Tsume Yuki's "Aint Never Had A Friend Like Me". So, I realize that it has already been taking up by another person officially, but I was bored, so I decided to write this bit out. I don't know when I'll update, I'm terrible at that, so please don't send me too many annoying messages to update. I hope I can do the prompt justice though!

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Harri always knew she was cursed. Ever since the Dursley's where she had been forced to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs for the first 11 years of her life, she knew that she had the worst luck ever. She found out she was a witch and had thought that maybe her cursed luck would change, but nooo! She had to be sorted into bloody Gryffindor, all because some crack-pot old fool was worried she's become Dark somehow by going to Slytherin. Barmy old man. She had managed to get around it at least, with Blaise, Draco, and Daphne, but trying to escape the clingy Gryffindor's was madness. At least the Weasley twins had been a blessing in disguise. Man had those two been absolute saints.

Sixth year may have just been the best year of her life when she decided to date Blaise. Secretly of course. Because Dumbledore couldn't go around having his precious weapon dating a potential Death Eater, oh no. Of course not. Not that she gave a flying monkeys butt what he thought of course.

Harri had thought that after she had finally managed to defeat Voldemort, standing there covered in dust, grime, blood, bruises, and the remnants of Nagini, that she would finally get some peace. That she would be able to enjoy her life. After all, she had the Deathly Hallows, and Death had taken a bit of a shine to her for some reason. She'd be able to leave England!

But then the ministry had to go and screw things up all over again! Not ten minutes after she had finally 'vanquished the Dark Lord', ministry officials had been all over the scene and rushed her away to the ministry under the heaviest magic dampers they could find. Although Harri had taken great pride and joy in still being able to knock some away.

Her trial had been a farce. A complete and utter sham. Harri had stood there in disbelief as some of the people who she had thought friends stand up and tell the ministry officials that she was going Dark. Dumbledore stood there and preached for a good two hours, listing every little thing that somehow made her a Dark person.

Perhaps the worst blow had been Daphne. Her best girl-friend who she had shared every little secret with, including how much she had liked Blaise, stood in front of the judges and laid out everything that Harri had ever told her and spun it in the worst way possible. That she had been the one to first bring to the ministry attention that she was now the Master of Death, that had been the worst betrayal. And she knew that as soon as Daphne said it, just based on the reactions from the court, that Harri's cursed luck was about to continue and make her life even worse.

As she stood there in all her iciness, Harri's eyes roamed the crowd, looking for the two people she could hopefully count on to at least attempt to get her out. She was met with the very pale face of Draco. When she finally caught his eyes, pleading. He had looked up to his left and away and Harri realized that as much as he wanted to, he physically couldn't. There standing just behind him stood his father in all his pride. One hand was clamped on Draco's shoulder in a way that Harri could tell was painful even from this distance. When she sent him another look, a look for Blaise, Draco's eyes squeezed shut painfully. Even with all the restraints on Harri, she could still read Draco like an open book on the rare occasions where he permitted it. And right now, Blaise was apparently tied up out of the country, no doubt trying to smooth out any rough patches with his mother and whoever was her new husband. Harri had met at least three husbands in the short time Harri had known the older woman. It meant Blaise would probably never get back in time to stop this.

"The prisoner won't be killed. We owe her too much to simply kill her." One of the judges said, leaning forward in his seat to study Harri closely. With a painful start, Harri realized it was Lord Greengrass. She looked deeply into his eyes to try and find the kind man she had met underneath, but there was nothing in there. As she stared and he continued, "If we were to simply kill her, think of the retribution from other countries. They have all expressed interest in her, for one reason or another. To find out we simply killed her or stuck her in Azkaban they would be all over us." There! A tiny flicker of emotion deep inside. With an internal nod, Harri accepted that he was fighting for her, in the smallest way he could.

"Lord Greengrass, there is nothing else we can do then." Another judge, some woman, said hesitantly, looking at the small girl in front of her painfully, "We'd have to let her go and…" there was an instant uproar form the people watching at that and the unnamed woman flinched, "No one here wants that."

Hem, Hem. Those two sounds made every muscle in Harri freeze and wish that she could just disappear, anyone but her! Harri would rather take on Voldemort again than The Toad!

"I have a solution." There was an increase in mutterings around the room as everyone stared at the hated toad woman. That was something everyone could agree on at least, "I recently came into an interesting inheritance. Among said inheritance was an interesting lamp, I believe it founded those hideous muggle stories."

Lamp? Like in Aladdin? Harri thought incredulously. She vaguely remembered Dudley watching something similar on the Telly not too long ago, but most of the plot line escaped her. Something about a blue thing and an old lamp.

"I propose we bind her to it, as punishment." There was a sickly smile on her face as she spoke, and Harri knew something else was going on in that twisted mind. But, binding? That was something serious. Harri felt a pang of loss at the reminder of her godfather and all his horrible puns before forcibly turning her thoughts back to the present. It seemed she had missed something, something vitally important because everyone looked thoughtful and Draco looked panicked.

"Do it." One of the judges said unsympathetically. Then the call was repeated, over and over all around the room. And then, before Harri could even begin to respond, she felt it. The pull on her magic, on her very life source was draining, and it felt like everything was put into sharp contrast, her vision increasing as everything became sharper in focus before suddenly, like a vacuum, she could almost see herself being sucked into the lamp that The Toad pulled out. The last thing she saw was Draco's pale face before everything went black.

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The first person to release her wasn't very surprising. Draco's worried face transformed into relief at seeing her alive and well.

He hurriedly embraced her, "I don't have a lot of time. I wish I had more. Basically, whoever opens the lamp has somewhat of a bit control over you, but not really considering you're the Master of Death, whatever that entails. Perhaps that will free you from the obligations. I honestly don't know. Umbridge was guessing with most of the lamps proper properties are I bet." He said rapidly as he kept glancing over his shoulder while still holding onto her shoulders, "I tried so hard to get ahold of Blaise. So hard Harri." He said as tears started dripping down his face.

Harri managed a wobbly smile as she felt a single tear make its way down, "Don't cry for me. Live for me. Please." She said as she hugged him again.

"Draco. Hurry, its wearing off." a hissed voice said. Harri wasn't too surprised to see Lord Greengrass standing there as the guard, "I am so sorry for my daughter's actions Harri. She will be dealt with." He said sincerely when he caught her eye before giving her a sad smile and concentrating on the door in front of him.

"They are going to throw the lamp into the Veil. I tried Harri, I'm so sorry." Draco whispered brokenly on her shoulder.

Harri pulled away with a sad smile, "Live for me." She repeated as she looked into his eyes. She closed her own and rested her forehead against Draco's, "Tell Blaise I loved him." She whispered before pulling away and giving him one last sad smile. Draco managed one last try at a smile before he apologized as he sent her back into the lamp.

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Harri was aware in the lamp, but it was more of a muted awareness. Perhaps if she had a reason to listen she would, but Harri couldn't bring herself to care very much. She could tell almost instantly when she passed through the Veil, her breath left her as she shivered momentarily.

That was the moment of course when Death decided to show up.

"Oh, there you are! I could have used your help a long time ago." Harri said irritably as she woke herself up a bit more to examine the faceless deity.

"I only visit you when you have experienced Death. Most mortals do not enjoy my presence." Death said in a low raspy voice, vaguely sounding more like a male than a female. Although that could have just been Harri's imagination.

"If I'm dead, why are you here?" Harri asked as she watched him float around her small space in what could be consider curiosity.

"You cannot die." At seeing her disbelieving expression, he held up one of his long thin hands, "Let me rephrase. You cannot die from a mortal wound. The Veil of Death counts as a mortal wound. Instead, you will come out in a new world. Seeing as you are now bound to this lamp, you will not be able to leave the area without it. However, seeing as you are my Master now, you will not be restricted like others would be. You still have your free-will."

"Why can't I unbind myself then?" Harri asked as she started to search for her magic to break out of the lamp.

"You cannot. It is a part of the lamp's design, the person inside cannot break the binding. Someone else of considerable power has to be the one to do it. And seeing as how I am bound to you, I am not available to do it myself. I trust you can take care of yourself though. I also do not know where you will come out. There are many worlds which you may end up in, so prepare yourself. You may end up travelling between the worlds as well." Death instructed his young mistress in that same raspy tone before he slowly disappeared.

Harri stared at the spot he had been standing in, feeling a nervous tick start to twitch above her left eyebrow as she took on what Death had said. Then she felt her frustration pour out of her and fill the small bottles as she started swearing up a storm.

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Over the years, Harri wound up in several interesting hands, none of which could elicit any sort of response from her beyond the customary summon and examination. Most failed once they picked up the lamp and so Harri didn't even bother to come out.

Harri estimated she had aged at least two years based on when she was out of the stupid lamp, but it had been many years on the outside. Plus the fact that she kept 'world-jumping' as she know called it.

When she felt herself get picked up again after being tossed through yet another portal, Harri started grumbling as she prepared herself. What she heard though surprised her, and Harri could tell that the kid who had picked her up was something of a kindred soul. So it was with a smile that Harri greeted her new Summoner, a smile that turned into a bemused one as she examined the kid in front of her at his first question.

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"So, so you're like a Genie?!"

Staring back at the figure before him, Naruto Uzumaki took a moment to look back on the last ten minutes.

He'd been in the streets of Konoha, not the main streets because that's where all the glares came from. Well, not all of them, just most. And then, and then someone had thrown a lamp at him! An old, scratched up tin thing that Naruto honestly hadn't thought existed outside of the story books.

He'd scampered home, not really logging the fact that he was clutching at the tin decoration until he was sat up to his kitchen table and staring at the dirty surface. The idea had teased at him, half remembered from a story long ago, but the more he stared at his newest, useless item, the more the thought refused to leave.

While the vast majority of his mind had insisted that this was a stupid thing to do, a small, hesitantly hopeful, part sent his heart throbbing for reasons unknown.

So it was a great surprise when a form of mystic smoke began to gather from the tip of the lamp when he had given it a little rub. Staring at the figure with all the wonderment a twelve year old orphan could possible possess, Naruto didn't even bother to fight the grin that split across his face. A young woman stared back at him, a bemused little smile upon her face.