IMPORTANT NOTE: I know that some, if not all of you don't like that there is too much crossing over stories from too many different genres. I would just like to say I agree with you and not to worry. This a Harry Potter/Game of Thrones fanfic any and all other crossovers will just either be a mcguffin for me to use or if I want to add certain elements from that story. Chapters 1-3 are under re-construction as I wrote them with less care then I did my more recent chapters. Anyways Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, or Hellsing. I do enjoy writing about them.

Chapter One

From the Ashes

Harry:

Harry opened his eyes as he began to gasp for breath. A blinding white surrounded him, making it difficult to see anything. The lack of screams and explosions ensured him that the Battle of Hogwarts is over. That or he's gone deaf. The while subsided enough for him to take a look around his surroundings, which wasn't much. He found himself in a short hall with pillars of white on each side. He looked up however and saw that the pillars disappeared in a glowing white cloud, there was no ceiling. Behind him he saw the same thing, a glowing veil of white. However, listening carefully he could hear a number of voices coming from the other side. He turned back to the front of him, a large, grand door that looked like the door that led to the Great Hall of Hogwarts. And standing in front of it was a woman dressed black, with beautiful red hair.

"Mom?" Harry asked with tears starting to well up in his eyes. The woman shook her head with a sad smile upon her beautiful face.

"I'm sorry child I am not your mother," the woman said, "I go by many names, in ancient times I was called Thanatos, to the Christians I am known as the Pale Rider and an Angel of the Lord, I am the Harbinger of Doom and the Bringer of Peace, and in one Brad Pitt movie I was called Joe Black." The woman said as she slowly lost the point of the conversation. "Oh yea at one point I was also the best friend/slave of two small children."

The being looked at Harry's confused face and stopped.

"Death?" Harry asked.

"Well technically I'm a reaper though most humans have mistaken us as Death," Gabrielle said is smiled at Harry.

"Death. What the hell is going on?" Harry asked as he stood up and backed away. Gabrielle chuckled and raised its hands.

"Peace dear boy I wish you no harm," It said as it took a step towards him. "I know you have questions so you might as well ask them now."

"Okay," Harry said hesitantly. "Where am I? Last thing I remembered I was at Hogwarts fighting…" Harry trailed off as realization hit him. He looked towards the woman that claimed to be Death with a somber and defeated look. Harry then fell to his knees as his tears began to well up. Gabrielle looked at him sadly.

"I lost didn't I?" Harry asked as the first of his tears began to fall. Gabrielle shook its head.

"No dear boy you by all intent and purposes won," Gabrielle said with a smile. Harry looked up in confusion.

"But I'm…" Harry voice cracked as if he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"You're dead, yes, but you beat him." Gabrielle said. "what is the exact last thing you remembered?"

"I defeated Voldemort, I claimed the Elder Wand from him." Harry said as he slowly stood up though his legs were still a bit shaky.

"Disarmed dear boy not killed," Gabrielle said

"Your final act against Voldemort drained you of your magic and once that was gone your soul soon followed." Gabrielle said as it placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at the Death's face starring into the deep pools of emerald that oddly enough seemed to calm him down even more.

"What about Voldemort, what about the others?" Harry asked curious over the fate of his friends.

"Voldemort was left powerless. Your final attack shocked Voldemort long enough for Neville Longbottom to finish what you started," Gabrielle said as the scene around them shifted. Harry saw now battle scarred Hogwarts, the columns and rooftops were in ruins. The door leading into the great hall was blown open with chunks burned off. A battalion of guardian statues laid by the door. And several bodies of defenders and Death Eaters were scattered around the courtyard. Finally laying at the foot at the Great Entrance of Hogwarts was himself. His eyes were closed as if he were simply asleep and his clothes were damaged with holes and burn marks. Directly across from him was Neville piercing the Sword of Gryffindor straight through a kneeling Voldemort's chest. Glancing at the Elder Wand a sudden thought appeared in Harry's mind.

"Does this mean Neville now owns the Elder Wand?" Harry asked.

"No dear boy you may have died, but you weren't defeated." Gabrielle said, "the wand chooses the witch or wizard that defeats its owner. You exhausted your magical core defeating Voldemort. And since you technically died on your own terms the wand's power faded. And with Neville also sharing your birthday that damned prophecy was satisfied,"

Harry looked solemnly at Neville as he finished off the very monster that had ruined his life. Then he looked at his body with odd sense of peace and serenity falling over him as if a great weight had been lifted off his chest. Harry then turned towards the Reaper.

"So what happens now?"

"As a sort of reward, my boss has decided to give you a new life. A chance at a childhood you were denied, a family." Gabrielle stated with a smile.

"The catch?"

"The world you'll be put in will be full of monsters, angry gods, and malevolent spirits. All of which may try to kill you," it said as the smile on its face turned awkward.

"So business as usual?" Harry joked. Gabrielle laughed.

"But I promise, a family that will stick with you no matter what." it assured. Harry looked behind him into the blinding white light. A chance to rest in peace, then he looked at the grand oak doors behind the reaper. A chance for a family and a new life of adventure. He looked at the reaper and nodded.

"Excellent choice, and don't worry there'll be some familiar faces for you there. For now, I will take away your memories from your previous life as Harry Potter. Don't need a child to have the scars of war veteran now."

"Now, rest"

General:

Two men stand over a crib looking at the slumbering newborn.

"Congratulations, he is very beautiful," the black haired man said with a smile. Other man merely nodded as a permanent smile was stuck on his face.

"Thank you Oberyn, I'm sorry for having to put Elia through all that," the father said to his new brother in law.

"I think Elia will believe the pain is worth it. After all she has a new baby to love. And thanks to you and your medicine she is no longer as sickly as she once was," Oberyn said as he grasped the shoulder of his sister's new husband.

"There is still so much I have to thank you for. Not only have you saved my sister from Lannisters, but you also saved them from Robert's wrath by bringing them to your kingdom," Oberyn says with gratitude.

"How did you get Robert to not go after them? From what I recall of the stormlord he is a very stubborn man and doesn't stop until he gets what he wants,"

"I made a vow that neither Rhaenys nor Aegon will ever step foot on Westerosi soil and that they relinquish their Targaryen names and adopt mine," the father answered.

"So instead of being Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen, children of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, prince and princess of Westeros they are now Rhaenys and Aegon Peverell, children of King Tiberius, and the prince and princess of Avalon,"

"Exactly, I told Robert that as a last insult to Rhaegar I would take his wife and children; just like how Rhaegar took his," Tiberius answered turning towards Oberyn, "Robert is a stubborn piece of work, but he is not too difficult to deal with. All you need to do is show him a different perspective on things,"

Oberyn chuckled before heading towards the door way of the nursery, "Well I have to go, the war is over now, treaties and agreements are being made, Robert's just married a Lannister and has been crowned King, and my brother wants me back in Dorne to help maintain order,"

Though before leaving the nursery the tall Dornishman turned towards Tiberius with a mischievous smile, "By the way I've recieved news that Lady Ashara Dayne is on a boat sailing north here, to Avalon and that she has a bundle in her arms and another baby on the way. Care to explain dear brother?"

Tiberius' smiled dropped as he tried to explain himself, "Well you see we met in Harrenhall and we danced then we...talked and..." Tiberius stopped as he saw Oberyn struggling to hold his laughter. Tiberius was confused at Oberyn's behavior

"I thought you'd be furious," Tiberius stated.

"Why would I be furious? I have had many children with many women," Oberyn said leaning on the door way.

"Isn't that why you were furious at Rhaegar?" Tiberius asked. Oberyn's smile dropped instantly.

"For me, Rhaegar's faithlessness to my sister is not the main reason I hate him. He left my sister and her children alone in a city surrounded by the most vile people on this earth while he went and started a war which put them in danger. Elia loved Rhaegar and in return for her loyalty he left her behind and Dorne suffered for his stupidity," Oberyn said with venom laced in every word.

"I'm sorry for your family's loss, I know from Elia that you loved your Uncle Lewyn," Tiberius says as he remembered the old Dornish Kingsguard. Prince Lewyn was a kind and loving old man. Tiberius knew that if Rhaegar had not taken Lewyn to the Trident he would have died defendimg Elia and her children.

"I'm not saddened with his death, my uncle was a warrior and death in battle was the way he wanted to go. I'm sad that he and ten thousand Dornishmen died fighting for Rhaegar," the dark frown that sat upon Oberyn's face immediately disappeared as a small voice yelled out in the hall way.

"Papa? Papa?," the little called out.

"I'm in here princess," Tiberius answered back. Oberyn got off the door way and turned towards the hall. A bright smile immediately appeared on the tall dornishman's face as a small girl appeared from around the corner. The little girl's face broke into a smile as she saw her uncle kneeling down with his arms stretched out.

"Uncle Oberyn!" she screamed running into the man's arms. Oberyn swiftly picked her up.

"Hello my little Rhaenys," Oberyn gave the little girl a hug, "you have grown even more beautiful since I've seen you,"

"Uncle Oberyn you saw me yesterday!" Rhaenys giggled happily at the compliment. Oberyn smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"And you've grown beautiful since," Oberyn gently placed the little girl on the ground.

"Can you play with me Uncle Oberyn?" Rhaenys asked whilst putting on with her best puppy dog eyes. Oberyn kneeled down and smiled at his niece.

"I'm sorry little princess, but I have to go now I have go help your Uncle Doran with a few things," Oberyn smiled gently at the little girl.

"When can I see Uncle Doran?" Rhaenys asked. Usually whenever Rhaenys would ask about her Uncle Doran Elia would tell her that he was sick and couldn't leave Dorne.

"Uncle Doran is too sick to travel so far north my child, but don't worry thanks to your Papa's medicine he should be able to visit soon," Oberyn reassured the girl. "Now be a good girl and remember what I've told you about sneaking into the kitchens at night."

"Don't get caught!" Rhaenys said happily. Oberyn smiled and placed one more kiss on the girl's head.

"That's my girl," Oberyn got up off the floor and walked away. Rhaenys waved goodbye before running into her father's arms. Tiberius had stood by next to his son, watching the exchange between the two. He gently lifted Rhaenys and placed her on his hip.

"What's his name papa?" the four year old asked as she looked at the slumbering new born.

"Jaeharys," Tiberius answered with a smile. He had named his son after King Jaeharys the First, the only Targaryen King that Tiberius actually liked. The Old King was perhaps the greatest King Westeros had ever seen. His reign brought about a golden age of peace and prosperity to not only Westeros, but to his own kingdom as well. Through him, Tiberius was able to secure trading right for his people allowing the goods of Avalon to flow to Westeros. And unlike most Kings, Jaeharys left Tiberius alone apart from inviting him to his name day celebrations. Jaeharys was one of the few people that Tiberius could call friend and that is why Jaeharys became entrusted with Tiberius' greatest secret, his immortality. Neither age nor bodily harm could get tempt Death to take Tiberius's soul.

"I don't like that name too long, why not Harry," Rhaenys suggested as she smiled at her new baby brother. Tiberius chuckled at his daughter.

"Harry sounds like a nice nickname for the baby," Tiberius looked out the window to see a the moon shining brightly in the sky. "Now head on off towards bed, I'll come by in a second,"

With a soft kiss on the cheek Tiberius settled Rhaenys onto the floor where she ran straight out the room and got ready for bed. Ever since the Lannister sacking of King's Landing, Rhaenys had often been getting nightmares of the giant man crashing through her door way with a bloody blade in hand. That's why Tiberius would always sit at the foot of her bed until she fell asleep.

Tiberius watched his daughter scurry out the door way he turned his attention towards a dark corner next to the window.

"Hello Gabrielle," he said grimly.

In the darkest corner of the room a figure appeared. A middle aged man with eyes as pale as pearls which robes as dark as a night. As it stepped out of the shadows the temperature in the room seemed to drop and the light coming from the window dimmed. The baby in the crib squirmed, but did not open its eyes nor did it cry. The father himself did not move an inch as he continued to look towards the sleeping child. Whilst everything in the room seemed to cower in fear of this entity the father did not.

Gabrielle slowly walked up to the father all the while looking at the child with a blank look on its face. When it reached the edge of the crib it slowly bent over and ever so sluggishly touched his toes. He then slowly went back up and placed his hands at the back of his hips and bent backwards all the while exhaling as if finally, being relieved. The father looked at death and asked.

"What are you doing?" he asked honestly confused at the all-powerful entity's odd behavior. Gabrielle began twisting his body left and right.

"Sorry about this old friend, but traveling from world to world tends to be quite a strenuous ordeal for me." Gabrielle said as he straightened himself out. He looked at the father with a toothy smile. The father smiled back at him, but the smile quickly vanished.

"I thought you said I would never have children anymore," He said sadly as he looked at his child," unless you're here to…"

"Now, now Tiberius calm down," Gabrielle said as Tiberius's started to glow with small lightning sparks emanating all around it.

"First, off you and your brothers barely had the power to contain me and that was with all four of you working together. What do you think you can do to me?" Gabrielle said as the light from Tiberius's died down.

"Secondly, old friend I said that so long as I don't claim your life I wouldn't let you create it. To put it simply immortality means no baby." Gabrielle said as it smiled knowingly at his old friend. Tiberius looked up at the reaper with a smile beginning to form on his face.

"You mean I'm finally…" Tiberius trailed off.

"Yes, congratulations old friend. You are going to die!" the reaper said happily. Tiberius' smile vanished immediately.

"Wait as in right now?" He asked nervously.

"What? No!" Gabrielle said, "why the hell would I let you have a newborn daughter and son all to have you not experience the pleasures of parenthood?"

Tiberius sighed in relief as he thought Death would take him away from his family once again. He looked at the reaper curiously.

"Why didn't you appear at the birth of my newborn daughter?" Tiberius asked

"Firstly, it was fun watching you fret over your little girl thinking that I was just going to pop up and take her away," Gabrielle said jovially, "You refused to leave her side and only left when the war started."

"I thought you were going to take her!" Tiberius exclaimed.

"Do you honestly think I'm that much of a monster to play such a cruel joke on one of the few friends I have?" Gabrielle said whilst putting its hand on its chest with a look on indignation on its face. Tiberius stared at Gabrielle blankly.

"Fine be that way," Gabrielle sighed.

"Secondly, little Harry over here is someone very special to me and someone I also owe an incredible debt," Gabrielle said as he looked towards the baby. Tiberius returned his back towards his son.

"What, he hunted down some monster that was defiling death like I did?" Tiberius asked.

"Yes, except this child didn't ask me for help," Gabrielle said with a smirk on its face.

"Well I didn't get any help for mine either," Tiberius pouted. Gabrielle looked at him with odd look on its face

"I gave you an immortal demon hunting priest, a very powerful werewolf, one of the best monster hunters humanity has ever produced, and one of the most dangerous vampires to ever exist!" Death yelled.

"The Priest tried to stab me and that blood sucking asshole tried to eat me!" Tiberius yelled back.

"Well to be fair you didn't really give off a great first impression either master," a voice from the shadows exclaimed with the hint of amusement. Tiberius grumbled on about the disrespect he was receiving in his own castle. A man entered the room. The man had long black hair with small streaks of grey. He wore a black coat over a white silk shirt and a rapier attached to his waist.

"Milord the Lady Elia has put the little prince and princess to bed and is asking when you would join her," the man said with a slight bow.

"Tell her I'm checking on Harry and that I'll be ready in a moment, Percival" Tiberius said. Percival gave a short nod and made his way out of the room. As Percival disappeared from around the corner Tiberius's shadow rose from the floor.

"It still amazes me how that man looks almost exactly like Walter," the Shadow said with a smile.

"Well that is his descendant Alucard they are bound to have similarities," Tiberius answered as he turned towards the vampire. The vampire wore a blood red cape over a black shirt.

"By the way where is Alexander," Tiberius asked.

"Oh I don't know. Probably down at one of the orphanages looking for more little boys, oh excuse me I meant recruits for his Order of Paladins," Alucard said with a smirk. Tiberius looked blankly at the vampire.

"Oh alright he told me that he was going back to the far north. Apparently he felt a disturbance coming from there," Alucard said. Tiberius's face immediately went grim.

"Go to him and make sure he's ok," Tiberius ordered. Alucard smiled back at him.

"Ah ah, what's the magic word?" Alucard said with a smirk.

"Please," Tiberius said through gritted teeth.

"There see was that so hard," Alucard said as he walked out the room.

"It's times like these I wish I still had my phone," Alucard thought as he made his way to the docks.

"I hate him," Tiberius said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"By the looks of it you seem to have tamed the beast," Gabrielle said amused at the situation. Tiberius sighed as he and Gabrielle looked back towards his sleeping son.

"Why are you so interested in my newborn son," Tiberius asked. Gabrielle reached over and hovered its hand over the baby's head.

"This little boy is the last person to claim all the Hallows," Gabrielle said as it retracted its hand, "This child is the last Master of Death and a descendant of your brother Ignotus Peverell,"

"Ignotus had a child? So they actually escaped your curse," Tiberius said astounded

"Yes, apart from you he was my favorite and your brother Cadmeus also had an offspring, though his blood line ended up becoming just as power hungry and arrogant as he was," Gabrielle said with a sad smile.

"King Tiberius, may introduce you to the New Ember of House Peverell."