A few years after the war was won, the muggles found us. Luckily, my children and I were within gringotts when the initial bombings happened. That was the day they closed for good.

Being the last magical alive... Humans alive, I went around the world bringing the children, creatures and any magical plants I could find to gringotts for safety.

Gathering anything magical that was still intact. Keeping the tombs and grimoires within an undetectable expanded pouch. All gems, ores, magical materials, and coins I was allowed to keep.

The children found were blood, adopted by me to the fullest. Making me their only parent biologically. All 15 of them were of the ages 5-10. The youngest was still a babe. All of them were put under stasis and within shrunken crystal cases that decorate the chain around my neck.

Making my way through the hidden entrance of gringotts bank, I am rushed to the head goblin.

"Ah, lady potter! We found an ancient artefact within a vault that was frozen since the early 1500s. It is an archway that takes you to the past. To operate it, we need the blood of the Peverel lineage. You may be wondering why I'm telling you this. We wish for you to travel to the past, you will be able to take your children and everything you have found, gifted, and willed. Since this timeline will be erased, we have gifted you everything within gringotts. You will not be placed within your younger body, but go as yourself. I have written a detailed letter for you to give to me in the past. Gringotts will back you in anything you need."

"When do I leave?" I asked with resolution. I made up my mind the moment he said I could take my children. After reading through the tomb, I found that I could be in place anywhere in the world. Lady magic would place me where I was needed. Understanding the risks and chances I will be taking by doing this. One of the risks was the children requiring another parent from that time. Though that would be the most concerning thing had they not been blood adopted by me. They still have the chance of requiring it, all lady magic's call.

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I was awakened by the long forgotten sound of birds and life. I could feel my magic rejoice and pulsate with the magic flowing through the earth.

Once my magic calmed enough for me to move, I searched through my belongings, making sure everything was with me. I change my tattered clothes for an elegant dress that would catch the attention of the pure-bloods. Taking the letter for these times, Ragnarök, I apparate to gringotts bank.

Opening the Archway to diagon alley, I walk towards the bank. My magic forcing people from my path. Bowing enough to respect the noble goblin guards, I wait for them to bow.

" My lady, you require not bow to us, for the honour of being in your presence gives us more respect and honour to our clans.
Your escort has been summoned the moment you stepped into goblin grounds. The king is waiting for you." The two goblins spoke. I smile gently at them. Standing with authority, I nod at the armed escorts who kneel before me. I can feel the eyes of the pure bloods in the alley and bank as we enter the building.

I noticed a pair of platinum blondes with someone I would always remember. Tom Riddle. I halt the escort when we neared them. I walk up to young dark lord. Standing in front of him, I lift his chin and look him in the eyes.

" Lord Malfoy, I wish to bring this boy with me. There is something special about him. Do not worry, no harm shall become of him in my care. I will have him at your manor at 8pm sharp or give a notice if he is to stay longer." I spoke, not taking my eyes off tom. Without waiting for a response, I gently lead him into the group. I could tell he was surprised, tense, curious, and cautious. He was either behind me or next to me, depending on how wide the hallway was.

Once we were in Ragnarök's office, I quietly hand the letter to him. Taking a seat when allowed to.

"You have come a long ways. If I remember correctly, you wanted to deposit the rest of the funds this visit? Along with having your titles finalized? I will remind you that should this go public, many will do whatever to have you as theirs. You are a rarity, even amongst the previous generations." His voice aged and wise. With a firm nod, I place my hand over one, of many runes that decorate my body. Summoning the pouch that held everything that wasn't of personal value. 

"I would like to open another vault with maximum security. That no one other than my blood may open. Not even you." my voice low and stern. Conversing why through legitimacy, he nods. 

"Very well. Now, why is it you have 'him' with you? Because if this is another one of your bets, I already know you will win." With my grin, he sighs exhaustedly before motioning tom closer to the desk.

"You know me too well. I wish to have him tested. Health, inheritance, blocks. Etc. If anything is on his person that shouldn't be, then I want it eradicated. Afterwards, we will need to go over the investments of his ancestors. Mine as well while we are on it. Before we leave, a withdrawal to get him necessities. 

I also want to commission your hit-wizards and goblins. I want the best of the best. They are to find dirt and evidence on one Albus Percival wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I want everything. From his childhood till we have enough to cripple him and his accomplices. After I deem the information acceptable, I want him torn to pieces and strewn about Grindelwald's base. 

Their secondary mission is, of course, to kill Grindelwald should he try to harm me or mine. I want his head severed from his head if possible. If it's done that way, I'll double the cost of the commissions." Having finally looked back at the two, I noticed the shocked looks on their faces. Tom's was noticeable if you knew where to look. Laughing at their expressions, they seem to finally break out of whatever spell they were under.  I watch in amusement when he barks out orders over the coms. The pitter-patter of feet up and down the halls resounded within the room.

"Your majesty Ragnarök.  You called for us?" A she-goblin dressed in white asked. 6 goblins stand beside her. 3 on each side, dressed in their speciality. When given their orders, they lead tom out of the room. When I feel him enter the cleansing room, do I finally speak to Ragnarök.

"We have so much to do in so little time. I need information of this time. We need to prevent the wizarding world from being found. To do that, I require power. I must have my titles. I need control of the wizingamont."

"And you shall get it. All you require is to accept it. You must take your place in this world. I know you are not ready to assume power, but you have a duty to uphold. Since you returned to this time, the parliament that gave the ministry power is now null and void. It was the same when you were born. The wizarding world requires you. If you answer, its call is up to you. We at gringotts bank will back you every step of the way. You know this." he said as he placed his clawed hand upon my forearm.  I stand from my seat and turn to face him. 

"Goblin King Ragnarök, I Hippolyta Amaryllis Perverell, Future queen of magical Britain and its territories, hereby call upon you and your people to aid me. Do you answer your Future queens call?" 

"I, Ragnarök, King of the Goblins, do hereby answer our Queen's call for aid. The Goblin Nation will use everything we have for your aid. We are yours to command." The magic pulsated around us. Waiting for my order.

"I order you, Goblin King Ragnarök, to gather the other creatures who have oaths to me or my families. Renew the alliances of my families. Send out the letters. Their queen calls." I commanded. A powerful burst of magic collided with the office doors, slamming them open. There stood tom riddle. Crimson eyes blazing, hair resting at the small of his back. I could see his magic pushing everyone down. 

"How are here? You're not supposed to be born yet!" He demanded. I sign, signalling the goblins to leave. I release my control on my magic. I was not going to allow him to intimidate me. No matter the high difference or knowledge he now possesses. I show him everything. Forcing my memories into my magic as it accepts toms magic. When he finally calms down, I turn away from him. The memories flooding my mind bring me to tears. 

"I need your help, tom. From now on, you have my support. In return I ask that you help me protect the wizarding world." I pleaded. I could feel every move he made as he came closer to me. 

"You brought me back to the past. Showed me everything, from the first memory you remembered till now. Layed down your entire being to me. I will help you, but I must warn you, I am very possessive of what I view as mine." His magic coated my in waves. To my surprise, my magic didn't react negatively to it like it used to when other wizards tried to force me to submit to them. Instead, it seemed to revel in it. Begging it to do more, to feel secure in it. 

"What of your children? Have you taken them out of their cases? Do you know if they require another parent?" His voice was honeyed. Watching his every move, I spot something in his eyes. Ragnarök comes back in before I can answer. 

"It seems we have a minor inconvenience, if you both aren't at each other's throat yet. We found this in our archives. It concerns you both." He says, handing a scroll of parchment. I glance at tom before unsealing it. 

"Wha-!"

TO BE CONTINUED ~