Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that honor belongs to J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot twist, the cannon changes and My Oc's in this Fanfiction.

Summary: Potter, who said Harry was the only magical Potter left. In this world he still has his amazing magical Grandma to take him away from the Dursleys and to destroy Dumbledore's manipulative plans for Harry. Watch (read about) how Harry's grandmother, Agatha messes with the cannon plot.

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Chapter 1: The Past and a Glimpse

A lone old widow sat, looking out past her little garden into the forest ahead of her. Knitting away, Agatha's eyes glazed over at the at the memories of her love ones. one by one they were taken away from her.

Her mother was first. Agatha just a little girl when it had happened. To her memory her mother had always been frail yet had a strong sense of curiosity and adventure that happened to pass onto Agatha, and weeks after Agatha's seventh birthday, her mother had passed away. At funeral Agatha cried and cried as she watched her mother get lowered into the ground. After the funeral Agatha quickly stopped crying, and instead steeled herself. Keeping a brave face Agatha took on the role of her mother and slowly but surely brought back the warmth into her home (additionally that was when Agatha started to go off on her own little adventures), but that warmth didn't last as her father had became deathly ill with dragon pox. At age 13 Agatha was declared an adult.

At age 15 Agatha's adventures had brought her far and wide across both the magical and muggle world, but what truly highlighted that year was when she had meet the most stupidest yet sweets man alive. Charles Fleamont Potter. How she had meet the Potter was sudden and surprising revelation. He had fallen head over heels for her, and quite literally at that, as it was during one fall day after school hours when Agatha was leaving picking up the last of her thing from the greenhouse, when suddenly she hears a snapping noise above her. Due to the sudden surprise, Agatha ended up dropping everything in her arms and in replacement of her books, Charles had fallen right into her grasp. Bridle style with leaves and twigs stuck in his hair. And like any other normal independent witch, Agatha unceremoniously dropped him on her books.

That was the first time she had meet the Potter officially.

Time went on and Agatha never really gave much thought about that meeting. After all she met people in stranger situation during her adventures. Sorta like how she meet that strange white haired pervert peeking at the hot springs. So, with how the next day when the exact same Potter appears, and courts her for her hand in marriage right in front of her at her Ravenclaw table; the shock that she went through was a huge understatement.

Unfortunately for Charles, his confession was meet with a "I'm sorry but who are you?" from Agatha. Silence gripped over the hall. Blushing red Charles starts listing off all of the times that they meet, but seeing that Agatha's non changing face he desperately mentions that he fell out of a tree just outside of the green houses and how she had caught him before dropping him. Recognition floods into Agatha's eyes and informs him that she now remembers. Happy that she remembers Charles once again attempts to court her. Agatha once again rejected his courting, saying that she refuse to court with someone she knows nothing about. However after seeing his dejected face, she said that although she rejected his courting that she would love to be friends and try to get to know each other.

Watching Charles reaction towards her, it was intriguing. In fact Charles reactions reminded her of her father's dying wish of how she was get married. Her father had told her while he was fading into the next life, that she was to marry out of love and not duty.

Days, months, and soon years passed and her friendship with Charles blossomed. It turned out that they had a lot in common, and within those three years of friendship Agatha had truly fallen in love with him. Another month passed and with Charles confession Agatha accepted the courting. Five more years passed and their relationship with each other became truly intimate, and Agatha understood that Charles had waited for three years before they became official, so she understood that now it was her turn to wait.

For those five years, not once did she ask( although she did hit at it), Charles when he was going to propose believing that she should let Charles tell her on her own time. However time was moving forward and they were almost moving onto their sixth year. After giving a few more very noticeable hints, and realizing just how dense and stupid Charles could be, Agatha marched right on up and proposed to him. That night the results were that of a cherry red Charles and a crowd of hooting co-workers.

The wedding took place seven months later in the beginning of July, and it was a magnificent. In no particular order many close friends came like the Blacks, Longbottoms, Digory's, Weasels, Prince, magically aware mundanes, other magical creatures and being from all over the globe. Everyone there had a great and if anyone started to cause trouble because of the other guests they were escorted out, with magic and a silencing spell. Over all after the wedding the after party ended up lasted for three whole days, not that anyone noticed or cared, before the guests were forced to leave so the newly weds could get to their honeymoon.

A year passed from the wedding and Agatha woke up feeling strange. Standing up she suddenly felt dizzy, her stomach churning uncomfortably. No more than a moment later Agatha's hand flew over her mouth and ran into the bathroom. After upturning her dinner into the loo Agatha knew that something was wrong. Quickly changing into appropriate robes, Agatha fooed straight to St. Mungo's. There after a streessing amount of time learned and fighting the nurses and doctors, Agatha finally learned what made her vomit.

Pregnant.

She was pregnant.

She was going to be a mother!

Fooing back home, Agatha couldn't help but feel nervous . How was she going to tell Charles the news. How would he react. Taking a deep breath, Agatha did what she did best. She walked in and slammed the news onto Charles. Dumbfound by the sudden knews Charles stared in silence before he had finally processed what she had said. His eyes darted back and forth towards Agatha's stomach and her face at her and her stomach before his entire face lit up in joy. Unknowing letting go of the breath she was holding, laughed at how Charles emotions were flip flopping around, from him crying in worry and being proud with the fact that their children were most likely going to be heartbreakers when they grow up. Holding eachothers arms together they ignored pureblood/adult edicate and allowed their childness show by jumping on the bed, screaming at each other that they were going to parents. After being breathless from jumping both ran out of the room and proudly announced it to the members living in the manor. Everyone was overjoyed and that night laughter filled the whole manor as everyone one there was overjoyed.

James was a beautiful little babe. He was filled with so much wonder, always crawling around and asking questions. However James was also a stubborn and at times narrow minded. That narrow mindedness confused Agatha seeing as that both her and Charles were very open minded people always welcoming to change and new thing in their life. Perhaps- no that narrow mindedness started after James first year at Hogwarts. It was clear as day to her. But who was to blame, that was the question. Still Agatha knew she had to stop it before it got out of hand, but as time went on it got worse, and to make matters worse there wasn't even a spell or any magical signature on James making it mean that James was doing this on his own violation.

Seeing her sweet son become a ruthless bully, it hurt Agatha, but knowing that she couldn't do anything to stop it broke her heart. However it became much more clear as to who was to blame for James actions.

It was Dumbledore.

Everytime James did something that he would never have done otherwise, he was always there making whatever punishments turn into light slaps against the wrists. After watching the memories of the house elves watching James, both Agatha and Charles agreed to what they saw. They saw that Dumbledore seemed to have an extremely unhealthy obsession of her son and their families invisibility cloak.

Negatives aside, at least with James going to school, few good things came from it. Well good for her but not so much with Charles. Her old habit of disappearing and going on adventures picked itself up again, causing her to appear and disappear at the strangest of time, but never once was Agatha absent during a special event, like birthdays, the firsts, dropping/picking up James from Hogwarts and embarrassing James in front of his friends. In a way you could say her adventures helped her feel a bit less lonely, and stopped her from missing James so much and to catch up with some old friends. Even if she did end up causing her to leaving and kidnaping her own husband.

Eight years passed and James was now two years out of Hogwarts, an auror and ready to get married to a sweet, darling lady named Lily Evans. Standing at the altar by James's side stood his best friends Sirius, Remus and Peter, all dress up and looking slightly uncomfortable. The bells rang and Lily came walking walking in with her mundane (Agatha didn't believe in calling non magicals muggles, seeing as she had the theory that muggle born witches and wizards are born from the descendants of abandoned squibs.) father in hand. James and Lily's wedding was sweet and small one when compared to their own wedding, but that didn't really matter seeing that the two that were getting married her glowing with just as much glow as they have had.

Funny as it was when Lily became pregnant, Lily had the same reactions that Agatha and Charles had, only instead of jumping of joy on the bed James grabbed Lily and twirled her around. 9 months passed and out came the baby, all red a wrinkly crying it's little head off. Held in the tired arm of his mother the new born child was name Harry James Potter. A sweet little boy that always gave adorable little gummy smiles.

The only upsetting thing for Agatha was that Harry was born during another war against a dark lord. Knowing that even though the Potter swear that of the light originated families, Agatha and Charles decided that it was best if they stayed out of the war as a light neutral group.

However James didn't like that one bit. In fact he refused to listen screamed at them calling them cowards and fools and telling them that he was going to fight. That he was going to fight Against the death eaters. And to be honest, although nervous about it they were ok with that.

But what they were not ok with was that James declared that he was going to be fighting for Dumbledore's cause. For the apparent Better Good propaganda Dumbledore sprouts.

Agatha gut churned in the way that warned her that something really bad was going to happen soon and that feeling only solidified when she saw the look on the headmaster's face. Dumbledore eyes were twinkling like crazy, glowing even as he started at her grandson. It was as if he was looking at Harry as a pawn instead of an infant.

Agatha and Charles had tried to use the fact that they had a child to pull them out of the war and had warned them about Dumbledore but James wouldn't have any of that calling them crazy and paranoid about the wrong people. However in the end, James and Lily ended up staying in the war with their child. Although now Lily agreed that Dumbledore is not to be truly trusted.

With a broken heart Agatha couldn't bear to stay, so she packed her bags and tried to convince Charles leave the manor with her. However just like her son, Charles was just as stubborn when he had made up his mind. His held his ground but compromised that he would give a month for James to apologized and back out of the war. However if James didn't then Charles would remove James from begin the heir of Potter and give it to Harry, his grandson. That way Harry would still become the lord of Potter while his father couldn't. James would lose all access the main family vaults, and would be only left with his trust vaut, a vault that would only be given 2, 500 gallons every year. Enough to live a comfortable life, unless James kept his spending habits but they would still need to have a job, and know how to use their money wisely.

Agreeing with the terms that her husband had set, she grabs both theirs and her son's self updating wills and pop away with her house elf, Jojo.

Days passed from the agreed month and Agatha was agitated. Where was her husband? Was he safe? Did he forget where she told him where she would? Did James come back and apologize? Clinging to the hope that Charles only forgot the location of where she was, Agatha sent Jojo to pick up her husband, only to deviated. When Jojo returned, Jojo was only able to bring back a small, bleeding house elf, her husband's lordship ring and their wedding rings. Everyone was killed and all the Potter belongings had automatically been transferred over to the vaults when the lord had perished. Tears streamed down Agatha's face as she mourned for her husband's death, when suddenly she froze.

James.

Lily.

Their child Harry.

They're in endanger.

Bolting up from the floor Agatha prayed to whichever deity there was above, that her children, her precious children and grandchild were not there, that they were still alive. Using the trackers that she implanted on James and his family, Agatha set out to find them.

Hours passed and Agatha was still searching for James. Looking at the stars Agatha knew that she was running out of time. Her gut was telling her so. The tracker helped greatly, but they were struggling. They couldn't give her the exact location, that only meant that James and Lily were under the fidelius charm. Luckily the tracker also had another function that allowed Agatha to check the status of their health. While taking a small break for food, the tracker went off along with a spike if James's magic. Using that momentary spike of magic, Agatha immediately used it apparated to Godric's Hollow, and was greeted with a sight that she feared the most.

The house was a simple yet beautiful middle class home. That was if the house didn't have a giant gaping hole in the roof with it's tiles and wooden boards dangling/ falling into the hole. Carefully entering the house Agatha stepped into the living room and cried at the sight before her. Pictures were blasted off of the wall, scorch marks decorating the walls, a flipped broken table, and James wand laying on the ground. Choking back a sob Agatha picked it up and cradled it to her chest. Walking by on the ground of the other side of the table laid James with his glazed, unseeing eyes. Biting down her whimpers Agatha bent down and closed James eyes.

Agatha didn't want to go farther in, but she knew she had too, Lily or Harry could still be alive, so with silent tears Agatha turned and quickly made her way up the house. The room echoed with every step Agatha took, while waking in she felt her foot kick something. Looking down Agatha choked down a sob. Her shoes had kicked Lily's wand, just centimeters away from her hand. Picking it up, Agatha unconsciously wandered over to the crib, her mind screaming in hope that crib before her would have a living child.

But all that hope was was for nought. James, Lily, Harry, they all held the same empty gazed. Even the trackers stated that they were dead. It was all too late.

Everyone was gone. Only she was left.

Carefully picking up the black dog plush from the, Agatha cradled it in her arms along with her children's wands. Agatha's legs collapsed underneath herself, and the gates broke open. All of the anger, the frustration, the loss, the sorrows, it all came pouring out. And Agatha's screams sliced thought he empty air, her magic swirling and lashing out uncontrollably.

With a raw heart Agatha apparated to Gringotts. The goblins instead of fussing and banished out their weapons like they would of have originally have, froze when they saw her. Shivers ran down their backs as they saw Agatha's dead eye, and truly understood what happened when they saw just what she was holding in her arm. Agatha, while being barely aware, followed the goblins to her vault manager. Business between the two went on without the usual starkey sarcasm and lightness, making the meeting short and heavy.

Agatha froze all of the Potter vaults, only allowing the vaults to accept deposits. Bid farewell before Agatha had vanished from the face of the earth.

Unknown to Agatha, one of her trackers lit up once more.