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Jon/Fem!Harry

The Battle of Hogwarts is AU in what happens, very AU here

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The Princess and the Bastard

Hyacinth Lily Potter had experienced a lot over her seventeen years. Death, murder, attempted murders, giant snakes, abusive relatives, the walking dead, soul sucking creatures that weren't always dementors, betrayal, dragons, bank robbery, being Undesirable No. 1, hiding in a tent with two friends and one ex-death eater hunting pieces of a megalomaniac, being forced to kill said megalomaniac because the adults would rather put that burden on a child are just a few she could name.

But this? This was the last thing she expected. Though the green-eyed girl wasn't terribly surprised by the turn of events.

As soon as the Battle of Hogwarts had ended, the dead gathered and buried, the press had turned on her like they had many times before. Except instead of calling her a slut that was sleeping with two other Triwizard champions along with her 'boyfriend', who was not actually her boyfriend, now the press was calling her The Girl-who-Conquered and The New Dark Lady on the rise.

It didn't help that many of the Weasleys had died during the war and Molly was all to quick to throw the girl she once called a daughter under the bus in her grief. As if Hyacinth wasn't grieving the friends she lost as well, or already blaming herself for their deaths. If she had never been their friend, many of them might still be alive.

As it were, the only ally she had left had been thrown in the grimy Azkaban cell next to her. Now the blond stood staring into the swirling abyss of the Veil in front of them, with a wall of ministry and press officials at their backs.

Things had changed between Draco Malfoy and Hyacinth when his parents had deflected sides as spies, only for the elder Malfoys to end up dead leaving their son on the run with Hyacinth and the rest of the trio. Those months in the tent together had been a bonding experience for all four of them. By the end, Draco and Hermione looked as if they might get together, Ron and Draco had stopped trading insults and began trading chocolate frog cards when they managed to snag some from whatever wizarding village they snuck into. Hyacinth had shockingly found a brother in the snake.

Now Hyacinth and Draco were the only two left. Hyacinth holding the hand she had once refused to shake so very long ago. If only the wide eyed first year could see herself now. Standing by her supposed enemy as they were sentenced to death by the ones they had saved.

They were waiting to be pushed in. The minister, some thoughtless old fool who Hyacinth didn't care to remember the name of who stuttered worse than Quirrel, was talking of finally having peace and freedom from the darkness that had wreaked havoc upon the Wizarding World. As if Voldemort himself stood at the gateway of the Veil instead of the one who vanquished him.

Hyacinth felt Draco take a shuddering breath, the tightening of his hand her only sign that he could give her. Like hell either of them would let these fools push them through the Veil. Hyacinth squeezed his hand in return before both took three steps into the Veil. The swirling darkness quelling the indignant screams of the society who wished to steal their lives, who had screwed both of them over more times than they could truly count.

Hyacinth Potter and Draco Malfoy would rather greet death as an old friend they had not seen in a while, than give traitors their satisfaction.

And so they did.

The swirling shadows in the darkness faded away to a bright white room similar to the King's Cross Station she went to when she died the last time. This time the room was completely empty. Hyacinth spun around trying to find Draco whose hand was no longer in hers to freeze at the cloaked figure behind her.

She couldn't see a face and if the whitespace hadn't been a decent temperature, she might have believed this was a dementor in front of her ready to take her soul. It towered over her small form, cloaked in moving shadows or possibly souls of the dead. There was a dark chain around it's neck and Hyacinth could make out the symbol that had been haunting her since before the war ended. A simple triangle inlaid with a circle split by a sharp line down the center.

The Deathly Hallows.

The creature- death?- took a step back from her and lowered its hood. In front of her stood a gaunt man with red eyes and thick dark hair that hung straight to his shoulders. His eyes examined her as if he knew all of her secrets, even the ones she didn't share with her closest friends. It was rather unsettling for the green-eyed metamorphmagus to be staring at that eye color again.

"Hyacinth Potter, I didn't believe I would be seeing you here so soon", the voice that came out of his mouth sounded as if it was echoing out of a void. It sent a shiver down Hyacinth's spine.

"Honestly I expected to be here sooner. I was here sooner." Hyacinth stood as straight as she could looking up at this man- thing.

"I am no man nor thing." The whatever did not seem to appreciate the terms Hyacinth coined to describe it. "I am Death"

Well, shit.

"Does that mean I'm allowed to move on now?", Hyacinth asked. Honestly she was kind of done with the living.

"I have a task for you."

Of course, even death couldn't be simple.

"Where is Draco?"

"You shall see your friend should you accept the task."

Hyacinth took a deep breath. She had held better conversations with the walls of her cupboard under the stairs. "And what is this task?"

"Return magic and restore order to a world that will soon descend into chaos. You shall have a time of peace before. Defend the living." This sounded a little too familiar and vague for the girl's comfort. "Should you accept you will end up with everything you have ever wanted."

Currently she wanted to see her family, but she felt as if there was a catch to this, "and if I refuse?"

"Refusal will sentence your soulmate to a fate worse than death."

"I don't have a soulmate", Hyacinth said with a roll of her eyes.

"Everyone has a soulmate. Do you accept?", the void person persisted.

"Do I actually have a choice?", Hyacinth asked. The girl was not stupid. She did realize she was talking with something that was potential as old if not older than the universe itself.

"No." the void person said. "You shall have everything necessary waiting for you. Good luck, Hyacinth Potter"

The room faded in a blinding light before Hyacinth could even attempt to argue with the being. The white light forced her to cover her corrected eyes before it slowly, very slowly faded away.

Hyacinth lowered her arm to reveal a crowd of people in front of her all wearing odd outfits that Hyacinth had never really seen before. The people starred wide eyed at her before one row after another began to kneel, heads bowed towards her.

She stared wide eyed looking at the group before turning to see behind her Draco wearing similar if not slightly nicer odd clothing with a shiny silver crown on his head. She froze as her eyes shifted to the older man next to him.

The man appeared ten years older than she had last seen him with small streaks of grey around the front of his head, but he also looked healthier than she had last seen him. The paleness that had come from being hidden inside too long had given way to decent tan and where he had been stringy and starved he now held muscle visible even from under a red tunic. Her Godfather Sirius Black had never looked this healthy in the time she remembered him.

He slowly moved forward, Hyacinth noted a golden crown on his head that looked like a Phoenix rising from the ashes and reached a hand out to Hyacinth as if to see if she was truly there. She met her godfather's hand only to be swiftly pulled forward into his embrace, his arms tightening around the currently dark red haired girl, as he mumbled, "Pup" into her hair, kissing the top of her head.

Phoenix melted into the familiar embrace, not even caring enough to use a security question on the man. Letting her arms wrap around him, she felt as if she could stay there for eternity. Unfortunately, Sirius broke the silence by whispering in her ear, "Trust me."

He turned to the crowd her hand in his as if he was presenting a princess to her people.

"People of Arkadya and the Free Cities, it is with great joy I present to you, your future queen Crown Princess Hyacinth."

Wait, what?