Parallel

by B.Blackk

She's is not an ordinary witch. Her spy training began early. She was destined to fight big wars, but how many times? A witch who's blood is the purest, from who all wizards and witches descends, and her life during two different time lines: a life where she were a spy and helped defeat V; where she needed to pose as a 15 teen at Hogwarts and fight him again hiatus-rewriting

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

- Fuck! Where am I? - Giselle looked above her head and recognized the place – Oh...Gringotts room of travels?

I got up from the ground looking at the necklace her parents gave her. They always said to me that I should never, as it was a matter of life and death, take it out from my neck; and as it was her parent's plea, I obeyed.

- Hello Grope…

- Miss Le Fay, welcome to a new time-line. It's England, 1995. By that side – he pointed to his left with his long fingers - you will find a door with a room, a bathroom and all the relevant documents of this time-line. Read then all before choosing where to go and what to do.

The portkey I carried as her necklace – or interdimensional portkey as her parents called - would activate if she suffered a merciful death. For example, it means that if someone was in a coma and the person looking only for the wellbeing stopped her heart and brain, the person would be portkeyed to another time line where she could be alive and useful. If your time were done in all time lines, you would simply die…It is still unsure how many lives a person can live and how many dimensions actually exist for people to keep living.

- Thank you Grope. And my finances?

- It's all perfectly safe, no one from this time touched or even tried to touch it. Your profits are doing well, but unfortunately you will have to re-create the potions you registered on the other time-line in order to receive your royalties. After all you know that… - he said and I interrupted him.

- Yeah Grope, I know that Gringotts, Avalon and murder are the only known stable things in the Universe and its dimensions…You don't need to lecture me on that.

I know that most wizards don't have a good relationship with goblins, much less Gringott's goblins. Grope, however knew me since I was a kid, and knew my parents as well, and of course, he knew that we fought for their rights and were the prime clients of the bank. Our family vault was vault nº01 (we also helped creating the bank…history details), located on the lower level of Gringotts with all the protections they could offer.

- Grope, how am I supposed to eat?

- Just ask for Lysa, she's one of the house elfs that helps around the staff.

- Okay, thank you again; I'll call up your name if I have any questions, all right?

- Sure thing, as long as you create and register your potions to keep profits coming…

I just smiled at him, we handled all of our inventions through Gringotts and they received a percentage of the royalties. That was done to keep everyone happy about our deals and traveling. I entered a large room with walls that were a beautiful shade of green, not so dark or vivid. There was a four-poster wood bed in the middle, and a large bookcase filled with information that I had to gather before going anywhere else. If I was right, everything would be in chronological order, so I went to the first file on the left and pulled it out. The Prophet Diary was the first thing. I started reading about my new life.