Looking back in life, I should have never trusted the people around me. I should have taken everything they said with a grain of salt. I should have been more wary. I wouldn't have ended up in this situation right now. Maybe I should explain? Were to begin? I guess I could give a brief summary. . . Or just show you the memory. Yes, let's do that. 

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"W-why? " My voice broken and hollowed. I felt nothing but pain and heartache. Buzzing in my ears. I lay on the ground with my children's cold bodies next to me. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, moody, and a person who should have been dead, stand around us. After the war, I became an arour. I became the youngest head of the department. I retired shortly after my promotion due to being pregnant. No, I never married. I had got my eggs fertilized at a wizarding hospital outside the UK. I never allowed a man or woman close enough to break my heart. I never loved anyone unless they were children or familial wise.  Besides, they only wanted my titles, wealth, and power. 

"You, my dear girl, went against my plans. You were supposed to die during your battle against the dark Lord Voldemort. If you had lived, you were to marry either Ron or Ginerva. But you had to go and get pregnant with someone else's children, and cut ties with them. But now everything will be put right. " His voice cold and hard. All at once, my vision started to blacken.

"I curse you all, a living hell full of hate and misery. Of strife, torment, and hardships. Of sickness, harm, and death, by my will, by my magic, by my remaining time, so mote it be!" My voice enchanted by my magic bound it to them till the end of their days. Shortly after, I died of blood loss and an extra avada for the heck of it.

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I felt numb. I could feel my magic encase me within the void that surrounded me. I felt at peace with the darkness that surrounded my being. Till I noticed the skeletal being watching me. The closer he got, the more I could feel. 

I could feel the silken sheets covering my prone form. The smell of flowers. The warmth of the now bright void. The feeling of my now boundless magic brushing against everything it could reach, searching for any danger. I felt my person awaken from an endless dream. 

Slowly opening my eyes as gentle finger brush my fringe away from my face. Only to see more than one being hovering above me. Suddenly aware I was nude before heavenly beings, I clutch the silken sheets closely. 

"I see you have awakened, my mistress. How do you feel?" I look to the being who spoke. 

I could tell he was the skeletal being I was sensing before. He was death. The patron deity of the Peverells, and the Potters. I relax as he does not make sudden movements. I watch him for a moment, studying his every move. I look around. Taking note of the other beings surrounding me.

"Why." I asked. My voice soft and light. I finally felt at peace. The beings started to explain everything to me. From the origin of my name, the origin of my birth, and everything that was hidden from me. To say I was furious was an understatement of the century. I was absolutely livid. 

"Let me get this straight.  I am technically magic and death's daughter, but at the same time their grandchild because of my soul and who had given birth to me? I am actually the ruler of the magical realm of the United Kingdom. The ministry and Dumbledore knew but hid it to try to take over by keeping me ignorant of my status. 

You want to send me back in time to before tom creates his first horcrux. But you are going to be teaching me everything I need or want to know before you do so. Since I will need to learn from the ground up, you are going to enlist multiple people of great significances in the magical worlds' history to help me better understand and train me in multiple arts. " I spoke trying to wrap my head around the information dumped on me. I required time to heal. That is what I required most. I could see on their faces that they understood.