Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) or Harry Potter.

Previously….

Death sure does have a twisted sense of humor. Personally, I think she's Just starved for entertainment. After practically being alone since the beginning of time, having to witness humanity's stupidity which always lead to their inevitable, not to mention spectacular, fiery demise, repeat itself numerous times over eons, can get boring.

But first, let me tell you my story, then I'll get back to the here and now, later.

In the beginning I was Alstroemeria Henrietta Potter. Fun name, huh?

I didn't think so. Most people couldn't even spell it, or even say it for that manner, so they just shortened it to Meria or Ally. My name was meant to be a way of naming me after my mother, Lily. Because the Alstroemeria is also called the Peruvian Lily or Lily of the Incas. I think the women in my family had some sort of flower fetish. I didn't understand why only the girls had to be named after flowers though... But I'm getting off topic.

After my parents were killed by a psychopathic megalomaniacal snake man when I was a child and I was also the only survivor of said attack. I was hailed a savior, for momentarily vaporizing the bastard. And what did that jerk Dumbledore do? He threw me in and locked me away in the lion's den a.k.a. my psychotic horse aunt and whale uncle's house until I was 11, just in time for school! Then I found out that I can do awesome shit and I was apparently a secret weapon in the upcoming war.

I'll skip over how I was almost killed every year at that bloody school and they also expected me to save people on top of it. So, skip ahead a few years after finding all the buried treasures on the hidden pieces of a soul puzzle scavenger hunt, then finally killing that fucker for the last time.

By the way, when I died in those woods, killing the final soul piece, which was in my head by the way, that's the first time I met death. She was smiling like a sugar crazed nut and welcomed me as her bloody Mistress. She told me, by dying, I activated the Deathly Hallows. Even if I didn't have the stone in my hand, I already used it before coming into the forest. Even if it was just to see the dead, not raise it. Real smart, am I right? So, surprise bonus. Now I'm immortal bitches.

Do you know what those sheep in the wizarding world did after they found that out? They got scared and labeled me the next dark lady! Me!

All my friends turned on me to. Ron was jealous of how powerful I had become since The Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione, of course, took his side in all the arguments. The only friend I had that didn't abandon me, was Luna.

But not long after that magic started to wither away and eventually die out. It turned out that all that pureblood inbreeding wasn't making their magic stronger. Who knew? I did. I got to watch everyone I loved and knew during my life, grow up, live their lives, and eventually die with family beside them.

But anyway, back to my situation, as 'The Mistress of Death'. And I know what you're thinking, 'What? Death is female?' Well… yes and no. Female is her favorite form to take. She said it gives her, and these are her words, 'the element of surprise on my unsuspecting victims.'

But really, it just depends on her mood, who she or he takes form as. She also looks 22 or 24 and acts like a mix between Tonks and Sirius. Which can be a fun and at the same time frightening combination.

"Wotcher Mistress!" death tackled me from behind, 'what ever happened to constant vigilance?'

"What?" I ask dusting myself off and not turning around to face her.

"I had an idea about the next fun life you could be reincarnated into!"

'Oh god, death got an idea… this is going to bite me in the ass I just know it.'

I turn around to look at her. She was rocking Tonks' signature short pink hair and punk style. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I could feel a headache coming on.

"Where I'm I am going next Liza?" 'that was one of the names death wanted me to call her, she had five in total.'

"An alternate universe, well in this world it's actually an anime called Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler. In their universe since you are my Mistress, you will be the big boss in charge of my little army of death gods. But trust me those guys are all business, no fun, well except a select few. But you would get to start over, but this time, instead of being just a witch, you would be the daughter to one of hell's princes." I open my mouth to ask a question, but she cuts me off and continues, 'man this woman doesn't take a breath.' "you would keep all your memories, magic, knowledge from your past life, your powers you possess as my Mistress and still be able to summon me whenever." But what she didn't tell me is that if I summoned her only I or the minions of death could see her.

Unless she wanted other creatures or people to see her, then she'd let them. But no, she liked to fuck with me too much and didn't key me in on this little tidbit, plus some other things she decided to surprise me with just for the hell of it. Before I knew what was happening, she had used her orange neon painted nail to rip open space time and pushed me into the vortex that would lead me into next life and my fate.

Now… In the Vortex:

Well. This sucks. I feel like I'm falling down the bottomless pit. Did I just fly by some furniture? This must also be her storage vortex. I just know Death is laughing her ass off right now. That bitch.

…... (What feels like 2 hours later) ….

I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. You know? But also dodging oncoming pianos and lamps of various sizes. What the hell! Why does Death have so many fucking lamps?! Looking ahead I can see the light at the bottom of this never-ending tunnel. Although I have been seeing the stupid thing for the past two hours. But this time I also see a exit sign on the wall near the entry way of said light. I fell head first through the golden light that was shaped like a rabbit's silhouette. This better be one hell of a Wonderland.

Its dark and I can't move. I open my eyes and look down toward my limbs and they appear to be wrapped in a blanket, swaddled. A thought just occurred to me. I turn my head as much as I can to the left, which isn't very far and then again to the right, and what I saw confirmed my suspicions. Yep, I'm in a crib. Goddamnit!

When death talked about starting over she meant my age. She reads too many Marvel comics, she's starting to act like Loki. Oh, dear god, not only is she like Tonks and Sirius but now she's Loki too. If I could move my heads, I'd face-palm… better yet, I bang my head against whatever I'm currently laying on. Hoping I will knock back out or I can hit myself hard enough to forget what I just thought about Death being Loki in another life.

I caught the small creaking sound of a door, that could use some oil on its hinges, opening. When I saw who walked in I wanted to strangle them. Death strolled into the room with two men with neon green eyes behind her. Just what is she doing?

The first guy's face was stoic, he was in a suit, and wearing rectangular framed glasses. His hair was slicked back, and he had a gardening tool slung over his left shoulder. Gardening tool? What the fuck? The second guy was smiling like the Mad Hatter and Cheshire Cat's love child. He had long scar on his face, or at least what I could see, his long grey hair was in the way and he was wearing a black cloak. He was also carrying a wicked looking reaper scythe At least by looking at the weapon he was carrying I could at least venture a guess who these two were.

"Are you sure the demons can't see or smell us Mistress?" the stoic one in the suit inquired.

"Oh! don't we such a worry wort Will" Death giggled and skipped over to the crib.

I opened my mouth to curse her out, but found myself not able to form words yet, just gibberish. Great. This is just fucking fantastic. I throw her my withering "I'm so going to kill you for this later" stare.

Turning my head from her I got a face full of a grey haired and grinning Cheshire cat. Personal bubble, dude!

"So, she is your new Mistress and our new Lady, mistress death?" Will asked pushing up his glasses.

"Yep!" Death cheerfully chirped popped a piece of gum into her mouth.

"hee-hee, I'm sure this will be entertaining to watch. Don't you agree my mistress?" the Cheshire cat said through bursts of giggling.

Oh god there's two of them!