I remember when my misery started.

I remember everything.

It all started with a fake prophecy and the manipulations of an old fool.

You see, I was born with unique abilities and magic. I should start with who and what I am for you to understand better what I am saying...

Most people know me as Harry Potter, the chosen one, the saviour, the boy who lived...

I am not what those people believe I am. I'm not the chosen one. I am not even a boy.

I did go through everything the books and movies depict. I did fight vol de mort. I didn't however marry anyone or have kids. I taught defence, duelling, and non-magic fighting. I also taught my students elemental, nonverbal, and wandless magic. When asked for help, be it a simple question about home life, I always gave them answers or options. I never tolerated bullying or abuse.

After 5 years of teaching, I was made headmistress. I made lots of changes. I had the goblins strengthen the wards and stone. I changed where the classes were held. I added old classes that Dumbledore got rid of and made certain classes mandatory. I updated the history books and muggle studies. I added some muggle classes as well. I dropped the age of enrollment from 11 to 5. 2 years after the war, I had reclaimed the deathly hollows. It would do no good if they were found by the wrong hands.

I made sure all muggle-born students were monitored for abuse or neglect. Any that were, was made a ward of the school and stayed over the summer. I took care of them and eventually adopted them if they agreed. That helped bring the potter family out of extinction.

Ronald and Hermione never spoke to me or sent letters. Molly, Ginerva, and Ronald Weasley had done a lot behind my back. Hermione was the same, she stole books and grimoires from the potter vault.

She was thrown into Azkaban for attempted line theft. She was caught trying to read a grimoire from the first generation and founder. I got everything I owned back from them with the highest degree of interest. I was also informed of the plans Dumbles had for me after the war.

Leaving a hefty sum of money, and copies of the family libraries, I took everything I had and packed it away into an undetectable expandable pouch. I stepped down from my position of headmistress with someone I could trust and hid away in the Perverel castle in an unplotable location. There I would sleep till I was once again needed.

Death is an annoying arse. Always complained about his work as I help him with the paperwork when he went off to collect the souls. He always told me I would only sleep till my mate needed me. Until then I ruled the underworld while being connected to the earth. Watching the world begin anew and end over and over.

<7 billion years later in the underworld { 1 hour is 14 days, you do the math}[6.132e+13 * 14]>

While resting within the castle walls, I was connected to the earth. I watched as many people tried to find me, only to die trying. The castle was warded with 15 major and 24 minor wards. Multiple magical and muggle animals and plants live within and outside the castle walls. They started to live here when the world started to fall apart. My children all lived with me when the war between muggles and magic plagued the world. With the bombs and potions, the air turned toxic, the water nonexistent and plants died. The world is nothing but a desert.

Soon though, life grew once again. Countries had risen and fallen, and a different form of magic was created. Many religions were made, and different forms of dragons flew through the sky. The Targaryen were once kind just rulers that fell into madness by the inbreeding of brothers and sisters. I watched the white walkers rise and the balance of life and death grow unbalanced.

I was awakened by the sound of men entering my chambers. My family had died out after 3 billion years. I was the last magical alive on the once beautiful planet called earth. The outermost ward turned into a thick stone mountain, protecting the creatures, plants and all forms of life from the outer world. The fact that a small group of men were able to enter the castle, let alone my chambers meant my mate was here and needed me.

I kept my breathing calm and steady as the sound of boots on hardwood floors echoed around. The elves that were connected to me had regained their true forms after the first billion years. They kept the castle clean and perfect. My clothes ranged from my time to now. My stories were still told by the magicae and druids.

"My lord, you need to see this!" A deep, smooth voice spoke. My appearance had changed over the years. I had filled out more and my hair grew long. Instead of my dark brown hair and tan skin, I now had porcelain-coloured skin with hair the colour of the night sky. My eyes though changed from light green to a startling Avada, though they were closed for now.

"By the gods of old and new, how is this possible?" A gruff-sounding voice asked in a hushed tone. I felt a warm hand move some of my hair to show the now no longer emoji lightning bold scar. All my scars had faded once I regained the hollows, but the bolt. The bolt had turned silver and turned into actual lightning. It only enhanced my beauty.

<By Nexeu/Wlop! Imagine it doesn't have freckles>

"I have an Idea... What if those creatures we saw whilst entering the castle, are protecting this girl?" another spoke. Well, he's close. They were ordered by my last child to protect me and the castle should the wards fall.

The hand from before checks if I am still alive. I slowly flutter my eyes open while breathing deeply. I was told by death, that he would act as my father when it comes time to wake, though I had always thought of him as such. I heard the hurried footsteps of my now father and two elves. He quickly enters the room as I slowly open my eyes.

"Your highness! You awaken at long last!" Poppy, the female elf that cared for my body all this time spoke. She ran close to me while checking my well-being. I watched as my father slowly walked closer to the man with silver eyes. He was the one I felt the bond with. He was my mate.

"What do they call you boy?" my father asked in a stern voice. I watched from my bed as he glanced at me before answering.

"Jon Snow" He spoke calmly. Two men were standing to his left, and another boy to his right. The boy kept staring at me with lust, while the men were looking anywhere but me.

"From, what house do you hail?" My father asks. The boy answers him instead.

"He is a bastard son of Lord Stark," He spoke arrogantly. He smirked at me before my father struck him.

"I did not ask you, boy! You with keep your eyes away from my daughter or I will gorge them out myself!" My father spat. In the underworld, not even a soul could look upon my form or they would be punished by him. He looked to the ground with a scowl on his face.

"Jon Snow" I call out. He looks at me as I beckon him to my side. He hesitates for a moment, looking to my father for permission. He gives a nod before allowing him to walk closer.

"Carry me to the gardens while father speaks to Lord stark. Poppy will lead you." I say while lifting my arms slightly. He looks nervously at my father before doing what is told to him. I watch as his face turns a faint red as he fully lifts me into his arms. Poppy bows to my father before guiding us out of my room.

"Your highness, I am glad you have awakened from your slumber! We were getting worried you'd never return to us!" Poppy spoke tearfully. I smile gently at her before turning my head from the light. I heard Jon chuckle as he walked toward the gazebo. on the table was a light meal for both of us along with some tea. He places me down on the cushioned seat before poppy places a thin shawl over my shoulders.

"What tea would you like your highness?" She asks while going towards the trolly.

"Valerian tea with honey and a splash of cream," I spoke before tucking into my first meal. I can feel jons eyes glancing at me.

"What is it Jon snow? You keep glancing at me," I ask before meeting his eyes. I watch as they change from molten silver to violet. His dragon recognises me. I slowly place my silverware down as he walks over to me. Not breaking eye contact with him, I use my magic to send poppy away. I feel my creature take control as he stands next to me.

"Mate" He spoke with a deeper voice. He cups my face with his large hands. I smile gently while turning into his palm. I hear him growl lightly in acceptance when I bare my neck to him. He steps back before offering me his hand.

"Mate, I have been sleeping while waiting for you. My body is weak from the lack of use." I speak softly, eyes cast to the ground. I was afraid he might reject me. Why would a strong alpha want a weak mate? I feel a tear slide down my face before I am lifted from my seat and into his lap. I look up to see his beautiful eyes.

"Why do you weep? You waited for me to find you. Now that I have, I will never let you go. I accept you as my mate and queen." He spoke gently. I bury my red face into his neck while listening to the calming sounds of the garden life. During my rest, my core healed by leaps and bounds. I now had control so finely tuned I could now use less magic for complex magic. If it was for my mate and his family, I would do anything within my power to protect them.

"Tell me, mate. What is the world like outside the mountain? Who reigns? Do people remember their true rulers of the north? Do the white walkers rise? Does the wall still hold? Does the magic of the north still thrive?" I asked. Upon the years of my mate's birth, I couldn't see the world like I had been able to in the past.

"King Baratheon rules the seven kingdoms. No one but the northern people remember their true king and queen. There has been word by the cowards that ran, that the dead rise from the earth. The wall still holds, but it weakens, we have seen the papers of its first creation, it has thinned over time. The magic has been slumbering. No one but the new mages can use magic.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>3 weeks later<<<<<<<<<<<<

Over the past 4 weeks, I have steadily regained my strength. I practice my martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, weapons, and dance with the help of the elves. After 5 billion years, the elves of the new generations did not need to be bound to a master. Meaning they could fight, train, and work without drawbacks from harming the master they were bound to. The first generation remains and are the elders that make up the council. They make up the kingdom and villages surrounding it. Just like the world outside the mountain, the seasons change accordingly. Many of the still loyal lords have visited the kingdom. Ned has yet to tell his family of us as he suspects his eldest daughter to betray them in favour of marrying cersi, the southern prince.

My mate has been visiting as well. All of the lords, and heirs have been trained by the royal guards. The heirs have taken to watching my practice in the mornings. Many have tried to curry favour, but have failed. I have also healed bran. He was able to tell his father who pushed him from the tower.

I sigh as I get ready for my crowning ceremony. Today will also be the day I announce my mate to the lords and ladies present. Today also marks the start of our courting. I would also be unveiling the kingdom to the world. The sons of ned would be the only family he was bringing to the ceremony.

I pray this goes as planned, but when has anything I have done been easy?