⚜A Queen's sorrow is the King's bloodthirsty revenge⚜
~Back at Hogwarts Slytherin common room~
Eris brushed her long red hair, sighing she laid on her green bed, if she had her parents would they support her for being who she is? Would she have younger siblings ? Tease her about her school crushes?
Eris wiped her stray tears finally setting for a deep sleep in her comfortable green silk sheets.
Death known as Mortdecai felt his young mistress pain but held in all his power to keep himself intact
~Sirius in Notte manor~
Sirius was in shock when he was taken to a beautiful manor , he just wanted to check his little girl, he had lost James and Lilian because he was an idiot for listening to Dumbledore when instead he was the dark lord in the hiding
"How do you know my bambi?" he asked running a hand through his long hair "I know Eris because I raised her as my own." Mort took out some moving pictures of Eris of her growing up through the years from the first time she started walking to the time she floated with her own magic
Sirius broke down watching the pictures of his little girl "D-Do you know what house she's in currently? " he asked cleaning his tears
"She's in Slytherin with her friends and cousin Draco." Mort replied casually while sitting down in "She's nothing like James and I is she? " Sirius said giving a watery laugh
"No shes not, has her own little circle of friends who protect her and she protects them, her magic is dark and beautiful for she is my mistress and I am Death." Mort said dropping the whole bomb on him
Sirius was in shock his little girl was the fabled master of death. James would have laughed or probably fainted at the idea of their child holding such title
"If you're death, can you bring James back for me?" Sirius asked with hope laced words
"Can I Lord Black? But whats in it for me?" Death asked while tilting his head observing him closely
~Short filler chapter~
I got hella bored at work and tried to write and I came up with this
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Shattered |Re-writing|
FanfictionAlbus too many names Dumbledore smirked as he left Eris on the doorstep of Privet drive no.4, his weapon was going to be molded into his perfect soilder, death had other options in mind and swooped in the night to change destiny for once