Catherine Potter, Girl-Who-Lived, Woman-Who-Conquered, Master of Death, has done everything right. She survived the war and made it out on the other side. Then her wife had to go and touch something in the Department of Mysteries. Who knew time travel was part of being a Master of Death?

He's a Gaunt, He's a Hufflepuff, and He's a self-insert! He's gotta mess with expectations!

The words were still ringing in his ears. The smoke was rising from their blasters. The body in front of them was riddle with bolts, blue skin marred black. Marshal Commander Bly's hands trembled, his blaster falling to the ground. He let a scream rip from his throat, and just when things couldn't get any worse, he felt something pull at his stomach.