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“Come on Mione!” A voice whispering on the outside of the curtains surrounding the bed in the seventh-year girl dorms in Gryffindor caused Vivian to wake though she laid as if she was still sleeping. “If we don’t get the potions spelled in her in time, we’ll lose all chances!” She recognized the voice as Ginny’s and heard the movement around the outside of the bed. “She needs to have those in her so that she’ll continue doing what Dumbledore has planned for her.”
Vivian had to fight not to scoff at the fact that they thought the potions worked on her. She’d gone to Gringotts after her fourth year, before the events with the Dementors and been alerted to the fact that she was a Lady many times over. She’d been cleansed and healed as best the Goblins could with the state that she came to them. If it hadn’t been for the Goblins help, she’d never have survived the past year. As it was, they’d given her the ladyship rings under glamour that always alerted her to the presence of potions, and she frequently took cleansing potions since then.
“You’re sure this is what has to be done?” Hermione asked as if she was unsure of the actions they were taking.
“Ron was supposed to stay with you both so that we could maintain the potions even while she was hunting for the bastard's soul pieces. The headmaster knew that he was dying and set it so that mum and Ron would be the ones to keep her on the path of the light.” Ginny’s voice clearly had a sneer in it.
“But I just feel…” Hermione stuttered and stumbled.
“Oh, come on! Give them here! If you’re going to be so much of a pussy about it, you can leave.” There was the sound of clinking bottles and a scuffle. “It’s a good thing she sleeps like the dead after a battle or you’d’ve woken her by now!” There was more scuffling. “I’m not about to let my family continue to live as paupers when our payday is right there…” More scuffling and Vivian felt something land beside her hand when she closed her hand around it, she felt two things, one the unmistakable feel of the resurrection stone and the other the time turner from her third year when Hermione had taken them back to save Sirius and Buckbeak. “If you’re not going to help us any longer, we can’t have you stopping us.” The sounds of a knife sliding into flesh and the gasp of shock. “It’s just so sad that you couldn’t live with the scars that Mad Bella left on you.”
Vivian couldn’t take just listening anymore, she knew the invisibility cloak was in her pocket and her new wand, the one that was the combined materials of the elder wand and her holly wand, was in her hand as she leapt out of the bed and cast a healing charm on Hermione. She saw the relief in Hermione’s eyes as she saw Vivian leap out and the ‘thank you’ that came pass her lips before the light died in her eyes.
“Huh so that’s what Basilisk venom does…” Ginny speaks in a distracted sort of air before looking at Vivian, her eyes showing a true madness that had been hidden until this day. “Now be a good girl and take your potions.”
“You’ve snapped…Especially if you think that I’ve not known about the shit your mother, Ronald, and you’ve been up to since the first day I met the lot of you.” Vivian stepped up clutching the time-turner and resurrection stone in one hand and in the other her wand. “You’ve gone as Mad as Bellatrix if you think for one second, I’ve not taken steps to prevent you or your brother from getting a single KNUT from me.” She cocked her head to the side as she smirked. “Oh, and just so you know bitch…you lose!” With that final statement she started firing off spells and Ginny was fighting back but Vivian was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that Ginny didn’t win.
“BOMBARDA MAXIMA!”
Vivian is shocked at the fact that Ginny called out that particular spell as she’s thrown back by the blast. She felt her ribs shatter felt as all her bones were broken from the concussive force of it in the small space that they’d been battling in. She felt as the time turner shattered in her hand slicing it with metal and glass as the sand mixed with her blood. As the wand and stone were shattered into grains of sand and entering her bloodstream. It was as if time froze and sped up at the same time. She didn’t hear the scream that came from her own vocal cords nor the horrified shout from the door of the dorms and the ‘Incarcerous!’ that was shouted out along with the frustrated scream from Ginny as they realized what was happening. All she knew was a darkness that overtook her vision as she felt the familiar sensations of moving through time and space and she had no clue where she’d end up.
“Oh mistress…this was not what was supposed to happen…” A soft voice spoke from the darkness as she felt her body healing and shifting. “My brother will be grateful…Time is not supposed to be mess with…” She felt as if the time sand was being shifted out of her blood piece by piece. She was screaming but couldn’t hear it. “I’m sorry for the pain…Rest sweet Mistress…”
‘I don’t want to be your mistress…’ Vivian knew who was speaking to her, she knew what the legends of the stone, wand, and cloak held. ‘I just want someone to love me…for me…’
“I know sweet mistress…but what is shall always be…you were always meant to be my mistress…just as your ancestor was meant to greet me as friend…” Vivian felt the voice wrap around her and the feeling of the cloak covering her in its folds. “We can’t send you back to the time you came…nor even to that world…but…oh this will work…don’t worry sweet mistress…love will be yours.”
Vivian let the darkness take her back into unconsciousness feeling the embrace of Death as time lost all meaning.
“You know that you’re pissing off Fate?” Another voice spoke from nearby with amusement coloring it.
“Fate can go fuck herself…there’s a reason she’s called a bitch by most after all. If it wasn’t for this happening, she’d never find the other half of her soul and Fate knows it.” Death spoke from where they held their Mistress in in their arms and walked along the streams of time and space with Time walking beside him holding a glowing ball of golden sand that flowed into the time stream around them.
“That may be…but…anger her too much and she’ll fight back.” Time reminded Death with a sigh.
“I’ll fight back if she tries.” Death spoke softly. “My Mistress has been Her Bitch for long enough…She deserves a chance at a good life.”
“I don’t disagree…I’m just wanting you to be careful. Even with the soul stone within her very bloodstream now there will be much that is done…” Time spoke gently as he placed a gentle hand on Death’s shoulder. “The place you're taking her…” He looked forward to the end of the path that awaited them. “Will it not cause a paradox by having the soul stone in her blood while another resides in the universe?”
“The stones are different…one created by the One above us the other created by me…they are two different stones though they have similar purposes…One captures…one ‘resurrects’…” Death was calm as they continued to walk not even slowing as they reached the end of the path and step out into a time and place that would fit with her old world but different at the same time. "Now just to get her to the place that will make the most of her time with the other half of her soul..."
"No one would believe that Death is a closet romantic..." Time smirked as he watched his sibling as they carried Vivian Lily Potter through the pathways of time in this new universe and place her battered body into a position where she'd get help and healing.