227A/N Hi! I've adopted this from HellCat4Life with all permissions. You really should read this, even if you have read hers, since it clears up a lot of plot gaps and has been rewritten.
DISCLAIMER: Fine, fine, you caught me, I don't own Harry Potter or the Marvel franchise.
NOW LET'S BEGIN!
Chapter One
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Waiting jail cells in the European Ministry of Magic. October 31st 1998 10:12 AM – A few months after the Final Battle.
Halimeda Potter-Black (If she was in better spirits, she'd have laughed at how noble that sounded) closed her eyes and sighed, brushing her mass of hair out of her face, revealing high cheekbones, and green almond-shaped eyes. This was it, the day she was going to be banished.
After the war was over, the news of the Horcrux in her mind got leaked to the newspapers, causing an uproar for stopping the next Voldemort. In a way, Hali recognized where their fears came from, yet she couldn't figure out how they decided that this was a good idea.
Throwing her into the Veil of Death head after heels seemed…. extreme especially since the Horcrux had obliterated after Voldemort had killed her (How odd she could think that sentence without being, well, dead).
But, the Ministry had gotten extremely embarrassed that they'd fallen so quickly to Voldemort's rule, and felt guilty for not recognizing Voldemort as a threat quicker, resulting in the new agenda against all dark magic. Hali – because if her parents expected her to call herself Halimeda they were quite oblivious – wasn't exactly sure how this was different from before, but the Ministry was steadfast in this new regime, so she couldn't really saw anything about it.
So many had died throughout the Horcrux Hunt, as she'd mentally dubbed it (though it ought to be called something much more ominous), which had gone horribly wrong. Tonks didn't ever have the chance to give birth, dying only months into the Ministry's takeover. Next came Remus, then George, then Mrs. Weasley, then brave Mcgonagall, followed by so many others….
But it had been Hermione, Ginny and Ron's deaths that had really sparked something burning within her. The others, the others made her depressed, filled her with grief. But with her two best friend's gone, and her beautiful, vibrant girlfriend struck down Hali made quick work of Voldemort, solely on an spirited quest to fulfill her friends' dying wish.
Which was… to be happy.
No matter what, she would complete this goal – the quest to find love, to find joy and laughter. And she'd smile the entire way through.
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Courtroom Ten, the European Ministry of Magic. October 31st 1988, 6:00 PM – Later that day.
"Halimeda Jamie Potter-Black," The new Minister of Magic – a small unassuming man with light blue eyes – said. His squeaky voice, elderly-man-who-loves-puppies-but-is-also-afraid-of-them aura around him, and snow-white hair made it plain as day why he was elected.
The Minister looked down from his perch above the steep stair-like seats of the courtroom. It was coincidentally the same courtroom she was tried in for rescuing Dudley from Dementors, only this time she was actually shackled in the chair. Which, she might add, was very uncomfortable.
"You are guilty of murder," He squeaked. The crowd gasped, startled. "Dark magic, arson, theft, multiple accounts of treason, evading arrest," He squinted at the startlingly long and winding parchment, "breaking into a bar?" He asked the room at large.
Hali shuffled her feet awkwardly, stamping the urge to sheepishly rub her neck. She'd already been Undesireable No.1, and didn't think she had a good chance of living through the war…. So…. well….
"About that..." She began, "me and Hermione were really tired, and really needed to unwind…"
The room stared at her. Hali shrugged, putting an overly apologetic expression on her face.
The Minister coughed, concluding it'd be best to ignore her. "Breaking into the Ministry, breaking into the Ministry… breaking into the ministry again?" He looked up like he was searching for answers from some otherworldly spirit. "When was the third time?" He wondered.
Hali shrugged, but didn't answer. No one else did either.
"Do I have to list all the places she's broken into?" The Minister asked, eyes doing down the very long list.
The Minister's secretary shook her head. "No, Sir. You can skip."
Hali frowned, she was pretty sure that was illegal, but who was she too judge?
"Ah, good. So, guilty of breaking and entering, multiple accounts of that. Guilty of hiding You-Know-Who's soul inside of herself, and of keeping information that could have been valuable towards the defeat of You-Know-Who –"
"You, uh, you don't have to read that entire thing," Hali interrupted. Her head was itchy, and with her arms chained up she couldn't do anything about it.
The Minister, whose name Hali was a bit embarrassed to admit she'd forgot, huffed like a kicked puppy. "Be that way! You are hereby sentenced to death by the Veil of Death!" He sounded like the drama kids at Hogwarts, who really liked practicing in the corridors and barging into random classrooms.
Hali smiled while the room erupted into whispers of horror. Not everyone was without a conscience, it seemed. The girl-who-lived had a sneaking idea the public wouldn't let the ministry get away with killing their savior.
She almost wished she could stick around, maybe find a good seat and munch on popcorn as she surveyed the chaos. But it wasn't to be – she was due to a meeting with Death in a bit. She only hoped the Veil of Death wasn't painful. From what Hel (Death) had told Hali, it was rather anticlimactic. You go in, and you die. Easy. Now, of course you can't just kill the Mistress of Death. Hel wouldn't like that at all, she'd have to go through the trouble of finding a new mistress.
Besides, she and Hel were becoming fast friends. Or so Hali felt. Their relationship had certainly improved since their first meeting, a meeting that was mostly Hali alternating between freaking out, and screaming at Hel to bring back the people she loved.
But they were past such…. small differences now.
The Minister-Who-Hali-Really-Should-Know-The-Name-Of waggled his hands towards five burly Aurors guarding the various exits, who approached Hali even as people in the audience looked ready to bust Hali about of there. Indeed, some were standing up – running towards the minister. They were outraged he was declaring her death without taking vote, and that he dared turn what they'd thought was going to be… well honestly Hali didn't know what the minister had called this hearing – but they clearly were out of the loop.
"Take her away!" The Minister yelled, even as Aurors shepherded him away from the furious crowd.
"Oh!" Hali announced brightly, an idea forming, "Before I forget!" She yelled, voice resounding throughout the chamber. "Remember these words, 'It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.'" Hali quoted as loudly as she could, inwardly pleased that she'd at least gotten some awesome last words in. Hermione would be proud. Ginny, too. Ron would've encouraged her to say something silly, so that'd be what was recorded in history books. Still, he'd get a kick out Dumbledore's quote being reused.
Only a second after she'd gotten in her last words (Of this world, at least), a stunning spell hit her in the back. Her teenage body slumped down in her shackled chair, the shackles of which were slowly snaking away from her.
Then, her motionless body was lifted up – and although Hali had no idea what was happening as of right now and never would – the team of gruff and manly looking Aurors were having difficulties finding the best way to pick her up.
"You get her leg!"
"Why is she so heavy?"
"Umm…. Is her leg supposed to be at that angle?"
"No you idiot! NO – DON'T DROP HER!"
"USE MAGIC YOU IDIOTS!"
"Oh."
And, after figuring out their difficulties, they trooped out of the court rooms, the door locking behind them, stopping the court from chasing after them. The door wouldn't last very long, even with all the enchantments. Mad wizards were a force to be reckoned with. The Aurors made their way towards the Department of Mysteries, which luckily was right next to Courtroom Ten.
They weren't allowed inside the mysterious Department of Mysteries, so they had to stop right outside the plain-looking door. They could only pass the unconscious teen to the Unspeakables waiting there, whose faces were veiled by hooded cloaks and magical shadows.
With no effort at all (Making the Aurors feel rather stupid), the Unspeakable's levitated her up, glaring and shooing the Aurors away from the door in a clear sign of 'you're not welcome here'.
The Unspeakable's then expertly navigated through the complicated room schematics, unlocking hidden passages to better get to the Death Room quicker. Then, once reaching the Veil of Death, they unceremoniously floated her into the veil without fanfare, and went back to their jobs. Having no idea that, while they bemoaned the teens who'd broken all their time turners (Like they constantly did), Hali was meeting up with a very special deity.
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Hel's Realm, Hel's Office. Year unknown. Date unknown. Time unknown – Because Hel's clock is broken (Again).
"Hello again, Mistress," Greeted Hel to the peaceful body that lay on her carpet. Hel – or Death – wasn't really a skeleton in a cloak with a scythe, as most people would think. Hel instead takes whatever form she wants too. An expert shapeshifter. Occasionally she would cosplay as the cliché death, other times shapeshifting into various weird bodies.
Right now, Hel took the form a young girl (her preferred form) a cloak like liquid darkness covering blood red hair of such a color that Hali was jealous (Her own black hair had nothing on it). Her face was half bone, and half pale ivory flesh. Why, the entire left side of her was fleshless bones, giving her a dangerously skinny look.
Hali's lashes flutter open, to reveal killing curse green eyes. "Hello Hel! Staying alive, I hope?" Hali said with a mischievous smile, looking around the room with interest. She was in Hel's personal room; most people (Or so Hel explained to her) would just see a black void, and their souls would naturally seek out the light that led them to their next great adventure ('Kind of like moths keeps bumping into lightbulbs!' Hel had said brightly).
The office was cozy, and very gothic, rather fitting towards Death. The wooden panels on the walls had intricate carvings of roses on them, and the throne-like chair that Hel sat at looked surprisingly plush and cozy.
"Your jokes always kill me, Hali." Hel deadpanned, though an amused smirk played on her face – or at least the flesh side of her face. Hali clambered off the dark brown carpet and plopped herself in a chair on the other side of Hel's dark wooden desk.
"I live for these puns," Hali said, fighting down a laugh bubbling inside.
"I don't," Hel said blandly, and Hali snorted.
"Right, give me the gist of things! What's going to happen now?" Hali asked Hel with a small amount of worry, not worry for her life – but worry that Hel would do something to mess with her.
Hali wasn't afraid of Hel, because when Hel had first visited Hali to explain her new position as a Mistress of Dead, she'd told Hali how to summon the deity to her ('And don't you dare overuse the summoning, Hali!' Hel had said).
So, naturally she'd overused the summoning to call Hel to her whenever she was bored, having fun, wanted to tell her something, wanted to complain, or just about anything. With the option to either become friends or murder each other (Not that death would do much), they became friends.
"Since there's nothing left for you in this universe," Hel started, and Hali winced, "you will be sent to the alternate universe that my Father and Uncle live in. The Midgard – or Earth as you call it – over there is much more advanced in technology. Not to forget I'm going to do a bit of meddling too, so a large majority of the wizards and witches will be moved notch up in time. I can cash in a favor to Time – get him to help." Hel smirked, but didn't comment on Hel's awestruck look. "At this other Earth, you will be… interested to learn that they have some very, err… 'special' individuals. You'll end up meeting them, it's kinda unavoidable, what with you being so obvious, and such a horrible liar." Hel waved away Hali's protests at that, "You are," she said firmly, "deal with it.
"As I was saying, SHIELD is pesky, superheroes are cool, evil villains are annoying, and… I think that's it!" Ignoring Hali's exclamations of surprise with the ease of someone used to this, Hel kept on talking, "Good luck, Hali! And please do not contact me until…" she seemed to rethink what she was about to say, "Until you're in private, at the very least." Hel finished, knowing it was a lost cause for her to get Hali to stop summoning her. "There, I did my job!" Hel said, lifting her palms from where they had been clasped, and pushing off from the desk. Surprisingly, her throne had wheels, like an office chair would, and she glided back with a creepy half-bone grin.
"I've been meaning to ask," Hali hurriedly asked, knowing she wouldn't get to ask this later, a thoughtful look on her features, "Do you like your job? As Death, I mean?"
Hel smirked, "It does make a living"
Hali paused, blinking rapidly, "Oh for the love of Merlin you did not just –" But, whatever Hali had been set to say was interrupted by Hel snapping her fingers, and, in a split second, Hali went from her own universe and into the next.
With Hali gone, Hel giggled, and looked over to the wall in front of her, where a water-like mirror rested, surrounded by elaborately done wood designs. It was now glowing as if lit with the glow of dozens of fireflies, and Hel hopped from her high throne chair, walking over to the wall, still grinning.
She peered into the mirror, and started laughing with a more than a little evilness.
For the mirror now showed a live video of a man and woman, the woman with red hair cradled a newborn child, swaddled in a pink blanket. The baby girl in her hands glared up to heavens, and shook a small pudgy fist, as though angry at an invisible entity watching…
Hel shrugged, "She'll get over it. After all, it's just a little fun, besides, now she's got her family back!" Hel remarked to her empty office, and she laughed again, a disturbingly lopsided grin on her face. "Besides, she makes an adorable baby!"
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Godrics Hollow, Potter House, Nursery, August 4th, 2004, 9:18 PM – Four days after Hali's birth.
During the first days of Hali's arrival into this new universe, she had spent most of that time inventing several cruel and unusual punishments for Hel in her mind. Such as: forcing Hel to do paperwork, making her a baby, and summoning her so often that Hel wouldn't be able to shower without fear of appearing unprepared.
Hali was stuck as a baby, and she despised it. After all, it was very embarrassing to have to relieve herself in a diaper, not to mention how awkward she was whenever Lily wanted to breastfeed her (Oh the shame!).
Although Hel had given Hali her family back, it didn't mean she was any less irritated at her. Before she could work herself into anger, the thought of her family calmed her. Whenever she thought about her parents and her godfather, it did wonders of any negative emotions she was feeling. Hali still had the same parents, James and Lily Potter, and the same godfather – Sirius Black.
Also, in this universe, she was much closer to Remus Lupin. Who, sadly, in her own world, was more of the cool-professor than anything to her. But now, Hali had hopes that she would come to see him as an Uncle in time.
There was Peter Pettigrew as well, but she stoutly ignored him as a family member.
Peter wasn't evil here, as, in this world Voldemort had apparently been an awful dark lord. This Voldemort had gotten in the news mainly for getting Witch Weekly's Worst Dark Lord Award. And, Your Daily Dose of Doom's (A popular magazine for Dark Wizards) Shortest Siege of a Dark Lord Medal, beating Lord Carbilox, who'd only lasted a week before he was caught.
Peter Pettigrew 'somehow' often got in odd situations where he was humiliated, hurt, or in some way left bewildered when left alone with baby Hali (She would blame the cat and stick with that story).
Hali recalled meeting her grandparents on her father's side after she was born, that was more family that in her own world she'd never thought she'd meet.
Hali gave a toothless smile, making Lily – who was singing a lullaby – to beam at her daughter.
"If anyone touches a hair on your head," Lily said brightly, but quietly, "they'll be dead before they hit the ground!" Lily said, still in the awfully cheerful tone, cooing at Hali – who had frozen rather incredulously.
Hali stared at Lily, and Lily picked up Hali, cuddling the baby like nothing happened.
Hali blinked, a little unsure, and a little worried, before deciding that she should just pretend that nothing had happened. After all, it would be better for everyone that way.
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Godrics Hollow, Potter House, Living Room, August 9th, 2004, 5:03 PM – A week after Hali's birth.
Hali had a babysitter.
Or more like she had two babysitters, her godfather, and Remus. They'd both went over to her house (Where they practically lived anyway) to look after Hali, since Lily and James's were out for a date night.
Well, it was more like Sirius was babysitting Hali, and Remus was babysitting the both of them.
Peter wasn't helping out, because he'd taken a nonlethal tumble down the stairs, and was staying away for now (This time she actually didn't have anything to do with it, to her surprise).
Remus and Hali were watching Sirius running around the room like a headless chicken. Remus was snickering and fighting a grin, and Hali merely cocked her head to the side like she was watching a fascinating science experiment gone wrong.
"Why would you do this?" Sirius cried hysterically, running his hands through his hair and staring in horror at the sticky glue that now coated his fingers.
Only seconds after this action, he vanished through the archway into the kitchen. His disappearance was shortly followed by a faucet turning on, and the sound of water splashing.
Remus picked up baby Hali – who really wished she could walk on her own – and went after Sirius, making sure he didn't do anything stupid. Once he walked into the kitchen, he broke into laughter at the sight that greeted him.
Just like every time someone in her family acted so joyful, Hali felt a bubble of protective love surge upwards. She was determined that this time everyone would keep that innocent happiness – instead of dying at young ages filled with sorrow and regret from their hardships.
Hali wiggled her small body around (She was going to get revenge on Hel, once she looked more dignified, and preferably was able to walk and talk again), to look at what Sirius had done.
She cocked her head to the side to try and make sense of what she was seeing, her little child eyes staring in bemusement. Then, she snickered – not giggled, there's a difference! –once she thought she knew what was happening.
Sirius was perched on the kitchen counter next to the sink, his black-haired head going under the faucet, before taking it back out, repeating this again and again. And each time he lifted his head he hit his head on the faucet with a dull thud.
Not to forget that he was making bizarre mewling noises, odd for someone with a dog Animagus, but it merely made the entire prank even more amusing.
"What –" Remus began, but burst into more laughter before he could complete the sentence, his chest folding in on himself.
As Remus squished Hali to his torso as a result from his laughter, Hali tried to say; "Get your chest out of my small innocent face!" but she had no teeth, and wasn't able to say anything yet. Remus quickly straightened, seeming to get the gist of what she was trying to say through her distressed and angry gurgles.
From her spot against his chest Hali could still feel his chest heaving in amusement, shaking with silent bursts of laughter. From Sirius's perch on the sink, he twisted around as if to find out what was so funny, and promptly spun around with too much force that he toppled off the sink.
From his spot on the floor he swore loudly, and Hali snickered at the very creative words he used.
"Sirius! There's a baby!" Remus chastised, aghast, although Hali would've thought Remus would be used to this by now.
"She's too tiny to understand!" Sirius excused immediately, and Hali giggled, she knew exactly what he'd said, and would love to 'innocently' ask him what some of those words meant. Purely to see the horror on his face, if only she could just get her stupid mouth to speak!
The family's very fat cat waddled in the other room, saw Sirius, froze, giving him a look that could only be described of confused, and backed away slowly. Making Hali (The only one to notice), to start giggling manically. Or, it would have been maniacal in her other body, but sadly she was a baby.
A cute baby with big almond shaped green eyes, thick lashes, pale white skin, and tufts of wavy black hair that wiggled when she moved.
"Awwww! She is so adorable! Who's adorable, you are! You are!" Sirius said in such a ridiculous babying voice you'd think he was talking to a dog. He clambered to his feet, and promptly slipped on the puddle he'd made.
Remus gave Sirius an amused, yet irritated look, "She's not a dog, Sirius! She's a baby, remember that you great mutt."
Said baby in question stuck her tongue out, the only thing she could do to express her irritation properly and in the most mature manner she could do as a baby.
They both cooed at her again and Hali huffed in irritation, she would get her revenge, and she waved a fist in her air to further demonstrate that.
The grown men cooed yet again, and despite all of this madness, Hali couldn't help but think that everything would turn out just fine. She was already on her way to fulfilling Ron and Hermione's wish.
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A/N The last two bits were just some fluffy moment from her new life, just to get the idea of her being reborn cemented, and to give an insight on her emotions.
Don't worry, this won't be an entire fic full of fluff scenes. Because I love having good ol' drama and actions scenes, so more of that later.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you did please leave reviews with constructive criticism, because I love that! :D
I'll most likely update in two days, (Tuseday) but maybe tomorrow (Monday) if I find the time.
THANKS FOR READING!
EDIT: 8/12/2016, not-very-minor grammar fixes, and the entire chapter was rewritten, some parts removed, others added, etc.
EDIT: 2/16/17, added a better motivation towards perusing happiness, and fixed grammatical errors.