The destination was a world in which existed 2 types of humans.

The ones that could manipulate extradimensional energy: commonly referring to themselves as Wizards and Witches.

And Ones that could not even interact with it, the Mundanes or Muggles.

Many have had a glimpse of this world. Following the events in the life of a child named "Harry Potter". This, however, is not such a world. In this world… the young child, Harry, was never born. There was a prophecy that foretold the end of a dark man but he simply ignored it as the ramblings of a mad woman. He, who calls himself Lord Voldemort, did however try to ensure that no such threat would ever be realized by ensuring that all children born within the specified time of the prophecy would swear fealty to him at the age of 7. He failed.

Wizards were interesting beings. They naturally underwent maturity 3 times in their lifetimes. Only the most talented and hardworking ever underwent a 6th Maturity. Legends have stated that Merlin underwent more than 8 maturities.

A maturity is the event in which a person's magical core rapidly expands. The core does passively expand the more it is used, however, the process is incredibly slow unless one actively works for it, years at a time by using 'magic' actively.

A Sorcerer is one who has undergone 7 awakenings. The only Sorcerer to be born in the previous few centuries is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Through ones magic core, one can impose his 'will' on reality. Needless to say, this is only literally achievable after the 5th Maturity.

Many argue that Dumbledore would never have personally moved to remove Lord Voldemort, if it wasn't for the absence of a savior. For every 'Dark Lord', there is a 'Light Lord'. This is knowledge gained by every wizard who has achieved 4 maturities when both Lords are present. It is passed down from Teacher to Student and available to all who have worked hard.

A 4th Maturity can be gained by moderately using your magic to its depletion for a few years after your 3rd Maturity. It is said to be easy to gain. The gap between the 4th and 5TH Maturity is said to be equivalent of the disparity in the brightness of the Sun and the Moon.

But this is simply detail of the setting we are in. Our story, naturally, begins with the elusive MCs.

The more the things change, the more they remain the same.

Rose Dorea Potter was born in the place of Harry James Potter. Her parents died during an attack of the DE as a result of the death of Lord Voldemort.

This would not have meant anything in this world for the need of a savior was already void. Lord Voldemort had been vanquished by the Light Lord Dumbledore. However, as LV knew he wasn't strong enough to face Dumbledore in a head-to-head confrontation, he created 7-, 6 objects that housed pieces of his soul. This allowed him to remain, in his soul form, on earth. This would overtime, weaken him and drive him to insanity, as no mortal is meant to exist without a physical form that matches their soul.

The reason Rose Potter is important is due to the presence of Parallel worlds. Anything one may imagine can exist on a specific parallel world. One only has to find said world.

In this other world, where our story begins, Rose was made a horcrux as LV believed in the prophecy and attacked her. This led to the prophecy activating, and in turn, becoming self-fulfilling. She gained all his memories through the horcrux in her head while she was trying to destroy it.

That is a story often told.

She ended up beating Voldemort with the help of her friends. However, this was simply the beginning of the events that would eventually be known as the "Rise of the Dark **** Slytherin". Her friends and Rose had triumphed and they celebrated their victory. The Entire British Magical Society took this time to grieve for their loved ones. They repaired the damages to the public locations that the 'Death Eaters' has wrought. Rose Potter and her Friends went back to Hogwarts for their final year of education. It was surprisingly a calm year.

Rose P.O.V:

"- I can touch you now little rose…"

"She is clearly having a nightmare. I am waking her up right now!"

Who is that? I don't remember there being anyone else with me in the graveyard. 'GASP' I immediately woke up from my regular nightmare and instinctively pressed my wand into my assailant's neck. My eyes cleared and I saw Hermione looking at me with a deadpan gaze. I immediately smiled wryly and removed my wand from her neck.

"Good Morning Rose. I hope you had a good night's rest? Other than the nightmare, I mean."

"Good Morning Hermione. Yes. I will see you after I get ready for classes." Hermione didn't know that I had been dreaming of Voldemort. That wasn't necessary. I can deal with some nightmares myself and if it gets bad, I can simply get a Dreamless Potion from Madam Pomfrey to get a good nights' rest.

I stared at the figure in the mirror. Long Red hair that came till my upper back and bright Hazel eyes that stared back at me blinked. To this day I don't understand many things completely. One of them is why so many in the wizarding world expected me to be a copy of one of my parents. Genetics come from both sides of the family. I took off my sleeping ware and entered the shower. The hot water gave me peace and I completed parts of my daily morning routine soon after. I quickly brushed my teeth and wore my school uniform. I did not want to hear Lavender insinuate that I was touching myself in the bath. It was way too early for that. I might just crucio the girl today.

It had been this way ever since I had gained Riddle's memories. They had undeniably tainted my view of many things. I did not tell anyone I had his memories.

It was also thanks to them that I actually managed to beat Voldemort. I had all of Riddle's experience. Voldemort wasn't even half the person Riddle was. Whenever I think about it, it surprises me beyond measure how much he had changed after my mother used the ritual to end him. He lost the last remaining bits of sanity he had left.

He actually did not hate Dumbledore that much, I learned. They were on different sides and were leaders of opposite sides. As a Wizard, Riddle had a lot of Respect for Dumbledore's skills and power. The authority he commanded was attractive as well. Voldemort however despised Dumbledore due to the reason that he wasted everything he had. He denied Voldemort the position of DADA Professor. He stood against many of his policies of pureblood superiority over muggleborns. He went against laws that would eventually benefit most of the wizarding world. The purebloods would naturally die out within 2 centuries as was becoming more and more clear, the laws passed for their superiority would naturally be rendered meaningless.

This was why my opinion of Professor Dumbledore had declined so much in the past few months. I saw everything that he could do and didn't. The British Wizarding World needed change and needed it quickly. I could see all the flaws in the government. I did not like that at all. They were so inefficient and had no creativity at all. Dumbledore stood by and wasn't able to change anything at all.

I quietly ignored all the orders that Voldemort had given the DEs, to oppose anything that Dumbledore suggests and prevent it from passing. I bitterly ignored how he did not care for me at all despite being my guardian, which is probably why I didn't hold a liking for him anymore. I may respect him as a Wizard, but as a person, I simply disliked him.

I looked back to when I went to visit the bank, Gringotts, after the war. I was led to my family's accounts and they had roughly tripled in amount. He had done much for me and even left me his will, his account that contained memories and his pensieve, and so many books. Riddle would have drooled for that knowledge. I ignored everything in his vault.

"Over here Rose!" I heard Hermione calling to me as I reached the main hall.

…

Five Years Later,

…

"Don't let Rose Potter escape! She is mine to kill! She must not escape, no matter the cost."

'Shit, shit, shit… how did we get to this point.' I thought to myself as I ran from the DE led by a sane Voldemort after me. I did not realize it then, but I had become the anchor that held him to earth as instead of removing his soul when the killing curse hit me, it joined my soul with the remaining horcrux. He and his destroyed soul pieces joined together which returned to him his sanity.

He slowly over the course of 3 years took over the British Government, both Muggle and Wizard. He offered high positions to us and made us lower our guard against Mr. Slytherin by calling himself a pretender and fake. His sanity allowed him to completely take over the government on both sides as even I thought he had nothing against muggles.

He began by taking out all those who stood up to him in the previous war and Hermione was the first one to go. He sacrificed 15 of the purebloods to kill 30 of us. Professor Flitwick and Minerva were included with them. It was a muggle bomb. He slowly manipulated everyone until everyone readily surrendered to him in 'order to defend against muggles'.

I had bunked myself in the Black Family Manor, and searched using some of Dumbledore's esoteric knowledge, what was ahead of us. He didn't realize I had his memories and I used that against him by removing that piece of his soul from my soul and trying to use that against him. He had defenses against such techniques and found out my location and immediately attacked me. I lost Kreacher that evening.

I had been on the run now for the past few months. Using my time in hiding to create a ritual that will take him down once and for all, my life would be forfeit but I had nothing to live for anymore. What I wouldn't give to hear Lav (Lavender Brown) making one of her dirty jokes again. And God, I wished I could have Professor Dumbledore back. After my education ended, I went and locked myself inside the Black Ancestral Manor. I read through the library and devoured all the knowledge within it. I had the thirst for knowledge within me, after I got Riddle's memories.

In search for more, I visited the account that Professor Dumbledore bequeathed to me. I read the books first, and when I ran out of them, I slowly began to go through the memories. They were his experiences and life story. I gained so much knowledge and wisdom, I learned all he had gone through, how he was betrayed and his sister died due to his errors in Judgement. I learned how he led the war against Voldemort, how it escalated from political debates to full blown attacks. I saw my parents in flashes going through Hogwarts. I saw all the memories of the 1st Wizarding war against Voldemort.

I saw Professor Dumbledore care for me within Petunia's home. I saw how active the horcrux was becoming due to his presence. I saw him perform a ritual on me that made my magic defensive against the horcrux. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement until he found a way to remove it from me. However, the professor could not find any books that dealt with the removal of horcrux. He also did not have any horcruxes to experiment on. (I had Voldemort's memories hence my skills at soul magic.)

I saw how he had to leave but he still put compulsions on my aunt and uncle. He renewed them every month to ensure no one abused me. He tried to do his best but their dislike of magic overpowered a lot of the compulsion. The compulsions were the reason they never physically abused me. They gave me chores and some days I would be send to bed without food but I was never beaten physically. He would have to perform literal mind control in order to make them care for me which was something, he explained through the memories; he couldn't do as it went against all his beliefs and a person's magic is powered by their beliefs. The blood wards helped. It turns out that my mother had kept some of her blood in a vault that would be bequeathed to the Professor in case she died. He wasn't aware that she was willing to die and had already made preparations for a ritual that would give me protection.

I had to stay at my aunts' due to the blood wards getting powered by the latent magical potential within her blood. Squibs simply did not have magical cores; their blood had all the magic so they were unable to use it.

As I dodged another killing curse, I swiftly apperated to the place where I had made the ritual that would use the horcrux within me to destroy Voldemort's Soul once and for all. The sacrifice would be my life. I was fine with it.

I had accounted for his followers as well. They would also die. Anyone who had the dark mark on them would die today. I began the ritual.

"What are you doing GIRL!? STOP AT ONCE! You have no idea what forces you are playing with!"

"Say hello from me to Snape snake-face! This is goodbye!"

World's P.O.V

A dense wave of magic spread across the world, it destroyed all who had a snake mark with Voldemort's signature on their arm. The people around them saw the people simply cease to exist. They turned to sand.

Rose P.O.V,

I felt weightless. I saw nothing, I could hear nothing. The feeling of touch had numbed. Then came visions, of different lives; alternate dimensions with small differences that lead to huge changes. Worlds in which I had won when I was 17 years of age without his memories, they doomed us all. The magic from the ritual became visible to me. I saw it puncture a hole in space and push me through it.

It was quiet. I saw trees surrounding me and was surprised to notice they all radiated dense magic and they were surprisingly tall. I was distracted and had no warning before my mind was violated.

"AAAHHHHHH-" I screamed out loud as I felt my mind's shields being destroyed, akin to how one would tear a paper I would realize later.

"Silence child. I am Gaia." Was what the being trying to go through my mind said before intensifying their efforts.

Some of the residue of the ritual I performed remained which was why the entity had not gained access. Before the entity could go through them, a mature voice called out to her.

"That is enough Gaia! Leave that child alone and depart!"

"Sorcerer! Why are you here? This is none of your business. This child is an intruder from an unknown Dimension."

"We, The Masters of the sanctums, have dealt with all threats to Earth from various dimensions for the past few millenniums. Do not force us to move against you."

"Are you threatening me? To whom you owe your very existence?!"

"The child is a human and she is also a witch. I will protect my own."

The Voice of the man sounded really familiar for some reason. I felt like I should know his name. The women, Gaia, eased up on her attempts to tear my mind. I did not hear what was being said next as I started to black out to the immense strain of all that happened today. As I fell, I felt the man pick me up and surround me with his magic. It was very comforting and with that being my last thought, I fell unconscious.

A/N: Apologies... no idea why I decided to share this but I felt like I probably should. It is just a one shot setting itself in a much wider universe... in any case, I hope you all enjoy it.