I began my lives as Harry Potter, abused Savior of the Wizarding World; it was in this life that I acquired the curse 'Master of Death'. I lived a good full life, married Ginny my longtime girlfriend directly after our war. We had three wonderful children. I died the day after Ginny at the age of 143. My magical control as Harriet Black-Potter was zilch. I couldn't even hold on to a wand properly, or at least not without my core trying to destroy it. As such I failed even class except Potions and DADA. (Snape was thrilled). In my fifth year at Hogwarts I was lured to the Department of Mysteries under the pretense that was Godfather was there. That night I ended up destroying even god forsaken prophesy in the Ministry after Bellatrix killed him. Needless to say she lives no more. In my seventh year I was abandoned by my school-mates and spent every moment in the Library trying to find the reason my core malfunction. Granger was ignoring my existence …show more content…
He had sent his Eaters of Death to kill the student population, but unfortunately for him the moment he stepped on Hogwarts grounds he was vaporized (oops). I died a quick painless (ish) death in a small town in Sweden a year into my lonely hermitage after the Battle of Hogwarts. An Eater of Death sniped me in the back; I turned his heart to stone. Sounds even to me. J Life as Tony Stark was painful, practically abandoned by my parents, brought up by the man who later betrayed me, and I later discovered, had killed my parents. I was continually fighting for causes no one (including me) really believed in, my entire life. I married Pepper, never had the time to have kids (wouldn't have known what to do with 'em anyhow). All of the members of my team were either dead or no longer wanting to fight by the time I started getting Dementia. Pepper died soon after I forgot her. Rodey one of my only friends in the universe pulled my life-support, (crying) after my lung