"Do not pity the dead. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love."
Kings Cross Station
Rosabella's eyes shot open as she gasped in a deep breath of much-needed air. Quickly blinking her eyes to adjust to the light, Rosabella sat up and looked around her, completely confused.
Just moments before she had been deep in the forbidden forest, she had just walked to her death. Voldemort had killed her. So why was she seemingly breathing and alive?
Standing up and taking in her surroundings, she becomes even more confused, noticing that she seems to be at King's Cross Station. Only it isn't the King's Cross; everything is bright and white, and there is not a single person around.
Hearing pathetic whimpering and moans from her right, she looks towards the noise, only to recoil at the sight. It looked like a small, deformed child, shriveled up on the ground.
"There is nothing you can do to help," a raspy voice says from behind Rosabella. She turns around, staring at the voice. Her eyes widened at the cloaked figure standing only a few feet behind her. The person was tall and well-built. She couldn't see his face or eyes, but she could feel the immense power radiating off them, yet for some reason she felt comfort from his presence.
"W-who are you? What- What is this place, and why am I here?" Rosabella asked the cloaked figure.
The person lets out a deep, low chuckle at the girl's questioning before speaking once again in his raspy tone, "I am Death. I brought you here so that we may meet properly, as you are my champion."
The figure raised his head and Rosabella got a glimpse of the persons face. The young witch was stunned by his features, he was positively beautiful. He had pale skin and high cheekbones, making him look angelic. Dark eyes that seemed to stare into her very soul, his curly dark hair looked soft as butter, and lips were full and plush. The green-eyed girl couldn't help but stare at him in awe.
Rosabella was completely shocked, shaking her head trying to clear her mind. The only thing she was able to mutter out in her daze was, "D-Death? Ch-Cham-Champion?"
The cloaked figure—who was apparently Death—let out another raspy chuckle: "Do not panic, Mistress. I am not here to harm you in any way; I would never wish to harm you, only help." He says this so sincerely that Rosabella couldn't help but calm down slightly, though she was confused by the fact he referred to her as 'mistress.'
She looks back up at 'Death' before asking, "So... what does that mean? Being your champion?"
"I assume you have read the tales of the Deathly Hallows..." Death trails off, waiting for confirmation. Rosabella nods, having a feeling she knows where this is going. "Well, then, as you know, the person to collect all three deathly hallows will become Master or Mistress of Death."
Rosabella started at Death wide-eyed... The stories of the Hallows were all true. Death continues, "But what most people do not know is that the person who collects all the hallows must be worthy, or else they will not be able to become the Master of Death."
Pausing once again, Death looks at Rosabella intensely and says, "You, Rosabella Lyra Potter-Black, are the true Mistress of Death."
Rosabella felt as though her brain might explode. She had prepared herself to die; that was the only outcome she expected, yet here she is talking to... Death apparently. Even though her mind was muddled with all the new information she was learning, one question stood out to her: "What exactly makes me worthy?"
Death looked at her with what looked like a slightly proud face before answering, "You are the true mistress of death, because the true mistress of death does not seek to run away from death. She accepts that she must die and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying."
Trying to process everything was proving to be impossible for Rosabella at the moment, as she just kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Death seemed amused by her reaction, as he stood only a few feet away from her with a barely visible smirk on his face. "I understand that you are overwhelmed, my young mistress. Do not worry; we will meet again soon to discuss what being the Mistress of Death truly entails."
Rosabella nods along to what Death is saying, as if she understood, but in truth, she was baffled by what was happening right now. "Okay. Then I guess we'll be seeing each other again soon." Rosabella trailed off, shaking her head. "Wait, does that mean I'll survive the battle? I thought I died."
Death stared at her for a few moments, long enough for Rosabella to start fidgeting before stating simply, "You will survive."
Rosabella just nods, thinking that's all the explanation she will get on the subject. Needing to know one more thing, she asks, "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"
Death smiled, which seemed strange on his deathly handsome face, yet comforting nonetheless. "Of course it is happening inside your head, Mistress, but why should that mean it is not real?"
And with that, Rosabella once again saw blackness.
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A/N
Prologue!! Enjoy lovelies <3
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or The Vampire Diaries, both belong to their respective owners, I only own my OC character and the plot changes.
