Ever have a sleep deprived idea just kinda float out around there and you couldn't make it go away until you wrote the damn thing?

This.

Enjoy!

Looking about the empty void surrounding her Arya Stark could not help feeling slightly cheated, after all in her admittedly too short life she had dedicated herself to Death and while it seemed a bit childish she had been expecting something a bit more... substantial, out of the afterlife.

"That is because limbo reflects what we expect after death little wolf, and let us be honest with ourselves here, you took the Hound's words to heart. Dead is dead, simple as that, though I admit it is a rather bland tableau."

Spinning around she met the gaze of a gorgeous woman with scintillating emerald eyes, and most disconcerting the whites of said eyes were light stealing black and their pupils slit like that of a snakes. In any other circumstance Arya would have jumped back into a defensive pose and demanded to know exactly what the fuck was going on, but she could tell the raven haired woman held no ill will towards her so she instead replied in a terse tone.

"What is this?"

The woman hummed, shrugged, then began walking away, Arya stood still a few moments while observing the woman's receding form before letting out an annoyed huff and followed her.

After a time, seconds, minutes, hours, days later, Arya could not truly tell, the woman spoke again.

"As I said before, this is limbo, the inglamorous inbetween of all the worlds of the living, the dying, the dead, and the what-if's. What I am is, hmm... I suppose the easiest way to explain what I am is to simply say that I am Death's many time removed granddaughter. You may call me Lillith by the way."

Arya swallowed, hard, before nodding and muttering out, "All right then, Lillith."

Lillith clicked her tongue and let out an annoyed sigh, "The problem I ran into with you is you are one of Grandfather's favorites, unlike so many others who claimed to serve him you actually meant it in the end. Then you managed to get assassinated by a group of idiots who were literally playing with wild fire and whoosh, you, the bad guys, and about four city blocks were gone in an instant. This is...unacceptable, and while I cannot really do anything about it at the moment I do have some options for the future, if you agree to them that is."

Arya took in a deep breath then nodded slowly, "I'm listening."

Lillith smiled kindly, it was terrifying.

"That's the thing I always loved about you little wolf, you are at your core an idealistic opportunist."

Arya grit her teeth, Lillith simply smirked until the young woman before her relaxed and her shoulders fell in resignation.

"Continue..."

"You are so much easier to deal with then your brother and cousin, honor matters to you but it is not what the sun rises and falls on. Regardless my offer is simple, you are to be born as the twin sister of a child of prophecy and you, well, become a Stark to him. He is your pack, despite how terrible your early lives will be you will always have his back, you will train him, protect him, and be there for him."

Arya stared at Lillith blankly for a time before drawling out, "Oh that sounds so...enticing..."

Lillith snorted, "Oh come off it you really think that's the end of it all? In exchange for bringing peace to that world, when you two pass you will be reborn as Eddard Stark's second daughter once again, alongside your twin brother. Both of you with the knowledge of your previous lives."

Arya stared at Lillith for an eternity before the woman finally sighed and glanced to the side, "Also in your new life your brother will be a wizard, you will be a witch, and those powers will carry over when you are reborn in Winterfell."

What?

"I...we will have magic?"

Lillith grinned in return, "Sweetie the space time continuum will quite literally be your bitch. You will be able to summon the elements, turn dirt into raging centaurs, blades of grass into flying steel spears, the very air into poisonous gas. That is just for starters by the by."

Arya stood straight and met the green eyed demon's eyes evenly as she asked, "The frozen dead?"

Lillith grimaced at that while shaking her head to the side in annoyance, "Yes, the Others, nasty bit of bullshite the Children pulled off and made your peoples problem. Regardless, yes, magical fire will make a difference, just do not rely solely on it, you already saw what happened to the Dragon Queen after all."

Arya shivered, "She didn't deserve that..."

"Neither did Jon, but if you take the offer..."

Arya sneered and met Lillith's gaze evenly, "You are a real right cunt you know that?"

Lillith smirked, "So I've been told, is that a yes?"

Arya grit her teeth and nodded, "Fuck it...yes."

Lillith grinned, touched her forehead, and then Arya was swept away.

Hadrian and Aryanna Potter were by anyone's standards, good kids. Insisting they just be called Harry and Arya the twin orphans that resided at 4 Privet Drive, Surrey England did all they could to endear themselves to their neighbors and teachers. They helped the elderly with their yard work, helped their incredibly pregnant neighbor at house 7 put her groceries away, helped that crazy widow Mrs. Figgs with her cats, and actively participated in class answering all questions with bright enthusiasm.

So, when both six year old children came to school one day with black eyes, multiple bruises, and missing teeth all while avoiding their older cousin's smirking visage, phone calls were made.

In another reality, in another time, Vernon Dursley would have managed to talk his way out of a severe case of child abuse with some bluster, bribes, and an insistence that 'boys will be boys'. Unfortunately for him he had to deal with the existence of Arya Potter, who not only stood before her brother taking the most severe strikes from their beatings, but also had absolutely no issues going into excruciating detail over the abuse they had endured under Vernon's care when asked by the police.

When the fat bastard was dragged off to lockup, Petunia, now near tears in relief over finally being free of the brutish man had made them sit down and eat dinner with her and Dudley, who was quite frankly in shock.

The twins didn't really care regardless, Vernon was gone, Dudley was ordered by their Aunt to leave them alone, and they were given Marge's guest room with their own beds, much better then the cupboard under the stairs, thanks.

Vernon had been given ten years in prison for his various crimes, not only was he being charged with child abuse he was also found guilty of embezzlement, apparently he'd been sifting off the books for years and no one had been the wiser. Their aunt had never finished nursing school and had been a house wife for so long that without Vernon's income it looked like they'd all be homeless, and they would have been if it wasn't for a slightly shocking revelation following her filing for divorce.

The twins mother, one Lily Potter nee Evans had set up a fund to support her older sister if she ever left her pig of a husband, just enough to get her through the rest of her schooling and to support her children, with no further explanation given. All almost as if by magic.

Life moved on, the twins essentially pinned Dudley down and forced him to study and to stop bullying other kids, and the Evans family lived on happily.

Then, one bright day Dudley walked into the kitchen holding the morning post cocking his head to the side confusion, "Morn'in, mum Arya and Harry got some weird letters, the heck is a Hogwarts?

Petunia froze up and Arya let out a tired sigh.

So it begins.