Chapter 2
Harry hadnt expected to wake up in a different dimension when she agreed to let Death help her find a place to safely host her latest acquintances. Truly she didn’t. However, that didn’t stop her from sorting things out and helping them move over once she’d actually risen from the travel sickness that came with the method. And thanked her new host and the man who brought her from the woods.
Then there was the Chief’s daughter who looked so dazed and hurt she just had to help out as best she could. Over time Bella became like a little sister she didn’t get to have. They spent endless hours together.
And in her free moments, harry went looking for magic – none familiar to be found – and bought herself some land. Well, after establing her identity.
It’s a good thing she gained some patience and ability to plan with age. It would be embarassing for a 29 year old to be as clueless as she was at 17 – for all that she looked barely 20. To be fair to her she had no idea that when she finally went looking for the wand and stone that had been calling out to her in her dreams and distracted moments for years it would mean her body would freeze at 21.
Thank Merlin for glamours - No one would take her seriously if it werent for them. Especially with Teddy now at Hogwarts.
In time she had a fancy estate with a fancy maze – three cheers for magic, money, and therapy.
Now she personally had no use for a massive manse with wings and enough space to go horseback riding – but it’s not only about her anymore.
You see, after the war, the prejudices that bred Dark Lords were still there. And she was just as forgiving of that rubbish as before – that is to say, not at all.
Even her little godson received sneers at first, and she came to a revelation. The wizarding world would always find something to hate on [she knew that personally] but she was having none of it.
She campaigned on behalf of werewolves with help from friends and chosen family. And then it was movement for vampires. Then the Veela were involved and somehow it snowballed into her claiming multiple so called creatures and beings under the protection of House Black.
She chose that family because she’s sure (Death confirmed it too) that Sirius would have gotten a kick out of it, and because as the head she could use all the hoards of jewellery they had which at their most basic included charms to alert her if the wearer was in danger. Most also included minor protection and portkey activation of “tojours pur”.
It took a little while but after a few years even she could acknowledge they would benefit from being in one area and even with the reform the minsitry would never leave them in peace.
During a Samhain celebration in a clearing within the Forbidden forest she stole a moment to go to the place she had died once and called upon Death for some guidance.
As reliable as always, they gave her a solution.
A place solely for what Death referred to as her subjects.
She might have agreed a bit too quickly.
There was an eerie sound, like distant chanting in the wind as she suddenly found herself free falling.