Heather Potter was reaching her late 90's as she watched her world change.
Voldemort long dead, her world safe, despite the many losses, she saw her friends and family gain children while she stayed single and they all grew old. She was the last of the 'Golden Trio', and it was a sorrowful day when the GWL finally accepted her long-awaited slumber.
She was given a tomb like Dumbledore's in white marble with a special engraving.
'In Memory of Heather Potter, July 31st 1980-June 12th 2070
Beloved friend, daughter, godmother, teacher and hero
"There are worse things to fear than Death."'
The departure of her death cut deeply into the Wizarding World as whole communities mourned her.
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Suddenly, Heather felt something prodding her, and voices around her.
"Hey, this one is a girl. We never had a female enter this circle before."
"...Strange. According to her record, she didn't commit suicide, but the cause of her death is labeled as 'inconclusive'."
"Inconclusive?! The last time that happened was over 700 years ago!"
"Hey step back guys! She's coming to! Give her some air!"
She woke to find herself in what appeared to be a top office building. She also saw she was surrounded by a group of men no older than 25 or so. A blonde, a greenette?, a silver haired man, and the last had brownish-black hair, and they all had chartreuse eyes and glasses.
"Sorry about this ma'am, but no doubt you have questions." The serious one said as he helped Heather up. By then she noticed that she looked youthful again, and her appearance was different. 'I look more like mom now, though I could deal without the teeth.' She thought.
She had learned she had been sent into the world of the Reapers and was placed to be one of them through an unknown cause because she didn't commit suicide. The men she met: Adrian, Othello, Ronald, and William helped her settle into the place, and she had to assume a new name since her old life ended.
And so she became 'Grelle Sutcliff'.
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She had estimated that she was sent into a new dimension where it was in the early 1000's in London. And now it was close to 1352, and she was wiped out after organizing the last of the souls' records wiped out by the Plague in Europe.
"Ah, I hope we don't have to deal with something like this again! I just want to go back home and soak in a nice hot bath!" She said. she may have sounded a little childish at that, but her accomplices would agree with her on that. The plague was no joke after all.
"I'd have to agree. Since we worked non-stop on this, the higher-ups owe us big for the job." Ronald said as he got the group some drinks.
As Grelle took a sip of her tea, she thought back to how she got here and such. she was even surprised when the Deathly Hallows came with her, and she even found her shrunken suitcase on her person with all her properties and even her wealth from her lineage and other things.
So in summary from what she got in wealth:
Conquest:
Avery: 694,000,000 Galleons
Carrow: 730,000,000
Flint: 580,000,000
Bulstrode: 677,000,000
Parkinson: 666,000,000
Mulciber: 613,000,000
Runcorn: 435,000,000
Macnair: 357,000,000
Rosier: 241,000,000
Pettigrew: 210,000,000
Selwyn: 524,000,000
Rowle: 467,000,000
Nott: 512,000,000
Pyrites: 534,000,000
Rakepick: 798,000,000
Travers: 643,000,000
LeStrange: 1,542,000,000
Yaxley: 659,000,000
By will:
Slughorn: 13,875,000,000
Flamel: 832,000,000,000,000
Crouch: 721,653,000,000
Gibbon: 231,000,000
Lowe: 411,000,000
Karkaoff: 68,720,000,000
Wikes: 249,000,000
Moody: 535,000,000
Dumbledore: 570,000,000,000
Conquest:
Slytherin: 44,000,000,000
Gaunt: 376,000,000,000
Cadimus Vault: 5,300,000,000
Riddle: 494,986,500 British Pounds
Quierrel: 255,000,000
Lockheart: 370,000,000
And Finally by lineage:
Potter: 770,000,000 Galleons
Black: 993,000,000
Peverell: 650,000,000,000
Anitoch vault: 34,000,000,000
Ignotius vault: 637,000,000,000
Gryffindor: 4,204,000,000,000
Pendragon: 978,000,000,000
Ravenclaw: 334,000,000,000
Hufflepuff: 318,000,000,000
LeFay: 20,732,300,000,000
Magical Inheritance:
Emrys: 968,475,583,700,000
She had already told her friends of her past life as Heather Potter and her wealth and status, making her a Lady/Dutchess of 43 magic families and one muggle family which made her the wealthiest witch, now reaperess, in existence.
Adrian was grinning like a Cheshire cat, commenting that she was getting more interesting by the day.
Othello, seemed interested in how she survived the killing curse twice and how she could still harness her magic.
Ronald and William seem to be the only ones who understood the trials she went though more than any other human could've imagined.
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Over 500 years later...
Grelle had earned a reputation as being a expert reaper earning the title as the 'Crimson Reaper' due to always being dressed in red, along with her special scythe being customized into a chainsaw.
But right now, she was in a rage as she marched to William's office.
"WILLIAM! Who did you have guarding the scythes lately?! Mine is missing!" She yelled.
"Missing?"
"You heard me. You know I would never leave it lying around carelessly. I went to have it picked up from it's annual tune-up after work, and what did I find? The workshop was in shambles, the boys there were attacked, and they said a rouge reaper stole it!" she said in anger.
"*sigh* This is going to cause overtime for us, but we'll have to look for this rouge. The last thing we need is a rouge killing people with another reaper's scythe." William said adjusting his glasses.
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Next we'll meet Sebastian and Ciel. And yes, MY Grelle doesn't go on a killing spree with Madame Red, a rouge does.
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Crimson Mistress of Reapers
FanfictionHeather Potter was eager for death to finally take her as she approached old age. However, it seems that the Hallows aren't gonna let their true mistress go so easily. And so, she's sent into a new dimension as a reaper which confuses her new acquit...
