AN: Hey this is my first story, I hope you'll like it.

AN2: Thanks to my Beta Reader PeachSchappes for rereading it.

WARNING: If you don't like any of the following points please stop reading now or don't moan about it in the reviews:

1. NO Canon Harry (Should be obvious as this is Fem!Harry and a FAN→FICTION← *sigh* I never understood, what the point is of a Canon Fanfiction I can just read Canon if I wanted that.)

2. NON-Canon magic (at least I will bring my own into it. There will be of course canon magic, I just extended it with my own imagination and of course inspiration of other fanfictions)

3. Long and windy explanations of magical systems (Because I like it)

4. This is not an action-focused fanfiction. There will not be 3 chapter long fight scenes. Don't get me wrong this will have fight scenes, but it is more a slice of life fanfiction.

5. Things go slow at first (Chapter 23 Halloween first year), but I don't want to rush it. It will pick up speed after that.

6. Some Clichés (Hard to avoid these days, if you have enough of them please stop reading, come back tough if you can handle them again ;) )

7. I'm a non-native speaker, so expect a few mistakes. If you find any please let me know I'm appreciating it.

Edited: 6th July 2018

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Death stood silently in the corner of the dark room and watched his new Mistress sleeping in her crib. He knew what had to take place. It was the only way that she would be able to wield his power, even if he didn't like what had yet to happen.

His thoughts drifted to the three brothers who had avoided his touch. He'd awarded them with a copy of his tools. Death told them, that the one who owns all three of them, becomes the Master of Death. Of course, he knew that in their family there was only one real "Master of Death" with the ability to use them right. Not that there could be a person who could become his Master just because they collect all three. No, he chooses who will have command over him and only the purest souls are even stable enough, not to go mad under his constant presence.

One may ask, why someone like Death would even consider anyone having control over him. The answer is that he generally liked the humans. They are always so lively and full of ideas. But often enough they come close to destroying themselves, especially the wizards and witches. So he has to step in once in a while and choose a Master, who can set things right again. In all history, there was only one time he had to do this, so he gave his power to Merlin, a young wizard with a pure heart and a thirst to better the world.

Often enough, it was Death's sister Fate, who puts the world in a state of chaos. She absolutely loves it. Like this time, his Mistress should have been his Master. Fate hoped, if she made sure his Master was born as a girl, she would not succeed in his mission the save the wizarding world.

With this thought, he'd vanished from the room, till the day his Mistress was ripped apart from her family. He could not prevent it, Fate had sealed the event with a prophecy she'd made about his Mistress and the self-announced Lord Voldemort.

Oh, how he hates this man. He had cheated him! HIM, DEATH AND ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CHEATS DEATH!; however he could do nothing about it, because of those bloody Horcruxes Voldemort made.

A Horcrux is the only thing Death cannot destroy. Oh yes, he can rip a soul out of a body, but not out of an object. So this is practically the only way to become immortal. Of course, there are other ways, but each of them has to be approved by him, like the Philosopher's Stone.

When the Flamels had created it, Death knocked on their door. Just then they had almost died from a heart attack when they saw him. Death escaped a chuckle, as he thought of the expression on Nicolas' face as he opened the door.

After they got out of their stupor, Death questioned them about their intentions and why they wanted to be immortal. It was meant for them to live and die a normal life. They explained to him that they actually had no intention to be immortal. They just wanted to live a little longer, to use their time to invent new things and improve the wizarding world. When they achieved their goal, they wanted to die peacefully in their sleep like everyone else.

After the explanation, Death approved of their request and set certain conditions. If the Flamels ever abused their right, he would come for them. Afterall, in the end, everyone stands in front of him to be judged. Until now, the Flamels have kept their word so he has had no problems with them.

The night of Halloween 1981 was pretty quiet, it was as if everyone knew something big was going to happen.

In a dark alley in Godric's Hollow, a man appeared out of thin air. He wore dark robes and his eyes were crimson red. A cruel smile graced his face, showing white pointed teeth.

Lord Voldemort strode down the path to his destination, the Potter family. How foolish they were, to trust their friend Peter, to be their secret keeper.

If it wasn't for that blasted prophecy, he would have let them live a while longer. Sure, James Potter was a formidable dueler, but eventually, he would've killed him, even if he hated to wipe out a pure-blooded family. But they were too far on the light side to even consider joining him, in his quest to rid the muggles and muggleborns of their existence.

He watched, as the house where the Potters lived revealed itself in front of him. With a smirk, he opened the garden gate, unaware that Death was watching everything from the shadows.

He blasted the door open and heard James yell to his wife, to take their daughter and run away. Lily ran up the stairs and James pulled out his wand throwing spells at him. Voldemort killed James pretty quickly and followed Lily to the upper floor. He knew she could not disapparate or portkey away because he had erected anti-apparition and anti-portkey wards.

From outside the door of the nursery, he heard Lily whispering to her daughter and he blew the door open.

"No don't kill my daughter, take me instead!" Lily pleaded.

"Step aside foolish girl, I just want her. I'll let you live if you give her to me"

"I'll never give her to you, you monster."

With that, Voldemort fired a killing curse at her and she dropped dead to the floor.

He looked at the person which he was actually here for, one Sophie Lily Potter. She had blood red hair, like a mixture between her mothers and her fathers and the most amazing Avada Kedavra emerald green eyes he had ever seen. His eyes widened, she was pretty powerful magically. He had no doubt, that if she were an adult, she would have been about his or even Dumbledore's level.

Such a shame that she had to die.

He was amazed that she did not cry, however, something disturbed him. She was not looking at him, she was looking at something behind him and smiled. Voldemort turned around to see if someone was there, but nobody except Sophie and him were in the room if you didn't count the body of Lily Potter.

"Strange," he thought.

He turned back to her and smiled.

"It's time to end this."

Voldemort shot the fabled killing curse at her, but as it connected with her forehead, something unexpected happened. Voldemort's eyes widened, the curse rebounded and flew straight back at him. It tore through his body, ripping it apart. Voldemort screamed in agony as he felt his failsafe came into effect and he had to flee as a wraith. Leaving behind an infant with a faint scar on her forehead, that resembled a scythe.

Death watched the events play out, he felt sorry and sad for the deaths of James and Lily. They were such good people, but it had to happen, because in the second that Lily had sacrificed herself for her daughter, she invoked an ancient ritual, which Death could use to form a connection to the mortal world so that he could interact with his Mistress.

Lily felt how she left her body and suddenly stood in front of a pretty tall man with a black robe. His face was concealed by his hood and his hands were almost clawlike.

"Are you Death?" she asked fearfully.

"Yes," he simply stated.

"Can you please save my baby?" she pleaded, not caring what will happen with her. Lily would do anything for her daughter.

"Don't worry, I will. After all, she is my Mistress."

To say Lily was shocked was an understatement.

"How is that possible?" she managed to ask in her state.

"Because I choose her to be. She will be my champion to save the wizarding world before it destroys itself."

"But if you kill Lord Voldemort, won't the things get better anyway?"

"Sadly I cannot take him with me. He has made certain objects to bind him to the mortal world. He will survive this night; however, he will be in a weak form and won't come back for at least a few years. That gives me enough time to train your daughter to be able to destroy his soul anchors." he said.

"Couldn't you save us too? Now my baby has to grow up without us." she began to sob, as the current situation hit her.

"I'm sorry, but there are two reasons as to why I couldn't. Firstly, some key events in the timestream have to happen or reality will collapse and that is really hard to set back. Secondly, without your sacrifice, I would not be able to connect with your daughter, so she can see and interact with me."

"Will she be able to see me and can we interact with her?" she asked hopefully, but Death had to disappoint her.

"Sadly you won't be able to. You have to move on or else your soul will disappear because you have nothing to anchor you to this realm. Once your daughter is old and strong enough, she will be able to summon you and use herself as an anchor, however, it is still a few years away."

Lily looked very disappointed, but a little bit of hope shone through her eyes at the last part.

"At least we will be able to see her again, even if she has to grow up without us. I think I'm ready to leave and please look after her." Lily smiled weakly, as she disappeared into the next great adventure.

Death watched, as Sophie looked up from the dead body of her mother in his direction and he smiled. The connection was successfully established. When Sophie saw him smiling, she smiled back at him. It was almost like she knew that nothing bad could happen to her now. Even Lord Voldemort noticed this and turned around and looked directly at him. He frowned since he could see nothing out of the ordinary.

By the time Voldemort had turned around and shot the killing curse at Sophie, Death had reached out with his magic and rebounded the curse back at him.

What happened next surprised even Death. He watched, as Voldemort's soul split again and tried to latch itself to Sophie. He had to react really quickly now because if it attached itself to his Mistress, he would not be able to remove it. He caught the soul fragment out of the air and forced it through the veil. The only problem was, to force a fragmented soul to the next plain took an immense amount of power, since it still had the main soul on the mortal plane holding it back. Unfortunately, the power he used was also needed to finalize the connection. When he finished, he noticed that the bond to his Mistress was so damaged, that it would take years to heal completely and in this time, he could only watch what would happen to Sophie.

Sophie noticed his absence immediately and began to cry. He put his hand on her head and hoped that she would, at least, be able to feel his presence. She quieted as he touched her. Death let out a sigh of relief, he was glad that he could still comfort her. The only thing he could do now was waiting for someone to come and take Sophie to a safe place.

The first person to arrive was a man with really greasy hair and a hooked nose, but the only thing he did was stand by Lily's body and cry. He completely ignored Sophie and after a few minutes, he left again.

The second one was Sirius Black, her godfather. He took her out of the crib and sobbed hysterically at the sight of his two dead friends. After a few minutes, a half-giant came to the house and told Sirius, that he had to take Sophie to Albus Dumbledore. At this name, Death stiffened. He knew that man good enough to know, that it would not end well for his Mistress if he got his hands on her. Dumbledore may have good intentions, but he is a manipulative and misguided old man, who didn't care, whom he would have to sacrifice, so long as it achieved his so-called 'greater good'. Death hoped that Sirius would not give Sophie away, but his hopes were crushed quickly, when Sirius handed her over and Hagrid, as he learned his name was from the conversation. Hagrid took Sirius' motorcycle and flew off into the sky.

Death followed the half-giant through the sky to a small town called Little Whinging, to the house Number 4 Privet Drive, where Dumbledore stood, deep in conversation with a pretty, stern looking witch.

Death could not believe it. Albus Dumbledore had left his Mistress at the doorstep of the house, in bloody November, without any warming charms! If it wasn't for him, Sophie would have frozen to death that night.

In the morning, the front door opened and a loud scream could be heard through the small street.

Petunia Dursley peered down at Sophie with disgust and Death knew that he and his Mistress were looking forward to some rather rough years.

AN:

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I know there are still some mistakes but I'll try to correct them.

A huge thank you to my beta readers SuperPotterWhoLock110, Captain CV, and bexihunt