I would like to give thanks to The Higher Power, My Mom, and my Son. For putting up with my creative side, or Monster. Thank you, God for all the love and we are still here in 2021. Woohoo!

Disclaimer. I don't own Harry Potter or any recognizable characters from the Harry Potter Books. They belong to JKR and Warner Bros, and Scholastic books and such. I would like to thank Miss Rowling for letting us play in her sandbox. She's the champ. I would like to say that Mrs. Simmons belongs to me as well as the idea for this story.

This is a rated M. 18+ Mature Language and themes.

I would like to thank Mark the Unruly for believing in me, being the amazing beta and trooper on this adventure. I would like to thank Noppoh for making time in her crazy schedule and saying, sure I'll read it. It means a lot sweetie. I would like to give a hug to SlytherinSal. Who said, sure send the crazy fic this way. These three amazing human beings, backed me up, when I got on my frenzy writing period. I'm grateful for them, go read their fics, they are one amazing bunch of talented people.

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This story started because I couldn't keep it locked in my head.

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Chapter 1. The Plea through time.

It's a well-known fact that fate is a fickle lady. The universe falls under its grand design. However, sometimes the fates get woven by destiny itself. When a grand destiny fails an alternate path gets inter-knit. This is a story with such a different path.

One ordinary day in which a new owner of a house does a routine visit with her aide set the stars in motion.

31 July 2046

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, UK

Remodeling construction site.

9 AM.

A caretaker and one elderly woman did the tour of the recent changes on-site and continued down to where an old kitchen had been and noticed a false wall, being uncovered. Later, with the aid of construction workers and an architect, the wall was down. There, the preserved body of a teenage boy appeared inside a cupboard under the old staircase.

Mary, the elderly lady, and owner of the house approached while everyone took a step back. She took notice that the beautiful teen was naked and began shedding tears. She took her shawl off and gently covered the boy. She noticed the boy's body had mobility and embraced him.

"Do you know who the boy is, Mrs. Simmons?" asked Mr. Patel, the elderly woman's caregiver.

"No, he's just a child; a child who was left naked and without a proper burial. Look at him Mr. Patel, doesn't he deserve to have a bit of dignity and some tears, even from me, a stranger?"

She placed the boy's head on her chest and rocked him gently. To everyone else, the scene was too eerie but, to Mrs. Simmons, it was a reminder that she was a mother. Her own son was now a grown man with a family of his own. Mrs. Simmons was now a Nanna, but still her maternal instincts pushed through, and everything about this boy struck a chord. His unruly black hair, the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, his chiseled features, his lean and well-shaped body, it all made her cry harder. Such a tragedy, this was a crime.

After a moment, Mrs. Simmons came back to her senses and organized police and morgue officials to visit her home. Everyone spoke to the investigators, and Mrs. Simmons explained the finding. She had the DNA of the boy investigated; she needed the name of the teen boy. Once the DNA had been processed, they identified him as Harry James Potter, a teen that went missing five decades earlier. He used to live with his relatives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, and their son Dudley. Around the time that Harry went missing, the Dursleys had the kitchen remodeled, and they hid the cupboard under the stairs with a wall. Years later, they sold the house and moved away. All of them died two decades before in a car crash.

Once the boy's remains were laid to rest, Mrs. Simmons had a dream in which a beautiful girl with red hair and green eyes visited her.

"Hi," said the red-haired woman.

"Hello, dear."

"My name is Lily, Lily Potter; I'm Harry's mother."

"My name is Mary Simmons. Tell me, is Harry finally resting Mrs. Potter?" asked Mrs. Simmons.

Lily smiled, and tears clouded her eyes. She sniffed and added, "He's cursed. A thing ripped his soul from his body; a monster fed on him and his magic refused to leave his body. They moved the corpse at least seven times from the cupboard under the staircase, but it came back to hunt the Dursleys and they all died trying to get away."

"Were they responsible?"

"Yes, partially responsible. It was a series of unfortunate events that landed my son dead. However, when you appeared and held him like a mother, cried tears, and asked respect for his body, his soul was released from the cold slumber. Something unheard of happened next: Harry's soul answered back from the abyss and your kindness opened a channel between my son's soul and Death. Now, I'm tasked with one question: would you like to be Harry's mother?"

"Me?" asked Mrs. Simmons.

"Yes, Mary Simmons, you. The only one who knew by instinct what my boy wanted. You see, Harry let that monster take his soul because he yearned to hear my voice. In his memories, when he was just fifteen months old, a monster and terrorist came for us and Harry witnessed my demise while I begged for my son to be spared. That plea still echoed in Harry's memory when he, as a teenager, felt this new monster reach out to him. My boy, he was broken; he didn't fight, and he died."

Lily paused and breathed as tears continued flowing down her face. Mary noticed she had a handkerchief and offered the cloth without hesitation. Lily took her hand and said,

"You have no idea how your kindness is being reflected back to Harry, and just for that, I am very grateful." She breathed deeply and resumed her tale.

"Where was I? Oh yes, after Harry's passing, chaos happened. The injustice that ran rampant threw the forces of balance in the natural world, the wizarding world, and the eternal beings ruling the land over the Veil. The terrorists started their reign, and after five years, the royal armed forces took their ring leader out of commission. The Queen was furious and overturned the treaty between magical citizens and Mundane Royalty, and the people responsible for Harry's death and the death of his soul mate, a girl called Hermione Granger, were found. Those three people responsible were Dolores Umbridge, Cornelius Fudge and Albus Dumbledore. The trio got sentenced to the veil, and after the veil I played a role in their eternal suffering. However, I'm here because my son received a plea for his soul from a pure and loving heart. Your heart."

"How can I help Lily?" asked Mrs. Simmons.

Lily smiled and noticed the open demeanor of this stranger. She shook her head and said, "I don't mean to be rude, but do you mind if I ask you one more question? If you could raise Harry and treat him as your son, would you do it?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Simmons, without a doubt.

"I will go with you," said Lily.

"You mean now?" replied Mrs. Simmons.

"You were not afraid, when you took him into your arms, were you?" asked Lily.

"No, I wasn't," answered Mrs. Simmons.

"Then, trust me, from one mother to another. This is love at its most basic form," said Lily.

"Then I trust you. This is not for me or you, it's for Harry, who will have two mothers, no matter what the odds."

It was a moment later that a white light covered Mrs. Simmons. She found herself outside her home. It was a chilly early morning. Something close to 5 am.

Lily spoke, "Quiet, the long bearded fool is about to leave Harry on the doorstep, just like a bottle of milk."

Mrs. Simmons nodded and stood in silence next to the spirit of the red-haired woman. True to her words, an old man, dressed in a Halloween costume that looked like Gandalf the Grey, stepped out from nothing. The street lights were off and, after a moment, a woman dressed as a witch and an enormous man with a feral look on him exchanged a basket with a boy inside it. After they left the boy, Mary and Lily heard the witch oppose the idea feebly. Still, the slumbering child was left and, after the group had departed, the lights came back on.

Lily turned to Mrs. Simmons and asked, "Ready?" Mrs. Simmons nodded, and Lily said, "I'm going to enter your body, I think you know it as possession, then, I will let my magic flow through you. You will remember everything, including our agreement in the future, but, most importantly, you will have my skills, memory, and knowledge on how to be a magical mother and proxy to my son. Mary, Harry is very important, so trust me, you're going to be doing a lot of crazy, amazing things, but I will trust no other with my son's welfare. Is that understood?"

"Understood Lily." Mary nodded and added, "I just want to be a good mother, and educate, love and nurture that boy, so he may grow into a good man."

Lily said, "We'll do it together Mary."

"I'm ready, Lily," said Mary.

Lily nodded and stepped close to Mary and then embraced her. As Mary felt the coldness and then warmth, she blinked and noticed that she had changed. Still, it was good to be alive and Harry needed to be cared for. Mary/Lily walked towards the basket and once in front, Mary/Lily knew that if she touched the basket, quilt or the letter, it would release a spell, a compulsion. Mary/Lily smiled and said, "Wake up Harry, come on big boy, we need to go home, sweet tooth."

Harry blinked and turned to the woman, who looked so different from his mother but had her eyes. Her vivid green eyes glowed gently, and little Harry rose from the basket and put out his hands in the air. Mary/Lily started shedding tears and took Harry from the basket, without touching the spelled items.

Mary shared her memories to Lily of how it felt to carry her own son against her chest for the first time. The sweet feeling of holding someone so frail and little, yet so overwhelmingly important. Lily acknowledged her memories and said to both Mary and Harry, "Okay, let's get some things sorted first. Harry is hurt and he needs the best medical aid; medical aid that is not from St. Mungos. We will head to Gringotts, Gringotts Castille, that is."

Mary/Lily, held on to Harry and, after remembering a beautiful building in Spain, she closed her eyes and went through the oddest feeling of a lifetime. Her travel made her aware of what toothpaste must feel like when being squeezed out of a tube. The two figures and three beings appeared in front of a beautiful carved door made of cedar wood. Mary/Lily, knocked on the door and said, in perfect Spanish, "Necesito entrada," [I need passage.]

"Lo sentimos mucho señora, pero el banco todavía no está en horario de servicio." [We're very sorry ma'am but the bank is not in service hours.]

Mary/Lily, answered, annoyed. "Esto es una emergencia, mi hijo está herido, necesito cerrar las cuentas de mi esposo ahora muerto, y Gringotts solo está ayudando a los enemigos de mi familia a conseguir que saquen la herencia de mi hijo?"[This is an emergency, my son is hurt, I need to close the accounts on my late husband's name and now Gringotts is in alliance with the enemies of my family, so they can steal from my son's legacy?]

Mary knew exactly what Lily had said and was appalled by the knowledge that the lifeless body of that teen was also a rich heir. It really stuck in her craw when Lily felt Mary's indignation rise. She retracted and let Mary speak.

"Muy bien, nos retiramos a un lugar en donde sí habrá un poco de atención, no solo justicia." [Very well, we will go to a place where there will be a bit of attention, not only justice.]

It's not difficult to see why Mary/Lily was escorted to the Spanish Manager of the Potter accounts a minute later. The accountant was very wary of that strange woman, who looked so different from Lily Potter. Mary was rounder, had ash blond hair, was cut short and wore very elegant clothes. She was not the radiant beauty Lily was, however, there was something close to grace and natural beauty that made her very approachable. However, Mary had Lily's deep green eyes, which the goblin accountant took as a glamour. Still, the walls inside Gringotts and the office dispelled glamours, so this woman was a mystery.

Mary was still annoyed and she asked, now in English since she knew by Lily's memories that Bernardo, the Potter accountant, was multilingual, "Are you going to stare at us, or are you going to provide us with the help I just asked? My son is hurting, we are hungry, and we need help."

"Of course, please let me get the vellum for you and Harry," Lily took over Mary's voice. "Ah, now we get to the point. This woman was magically adopted by my son, so bring your vellum and let the piece of ancient magic prove my claim."

The goblin went pale. The vellum, which was a piece of magical fabric that recognized the blood lines and magic and identities of the people dropping blood on it, grew a series of symbols that reached in every direction and transcribed a very clear message, "Help the woman and child or be struck down from magic goblins."

The cloth also acknowledged the living magic of Lily Potter and recognized Mary Simmons as her spokesperson. According to Goblin magic, the woman was the adoptive mother of the teen Harry Potter, but the young babe also acknowledged Mary as her family. Harry started to grow restless and nuzzled Mary's bosom, looking for milk.

Mary turned to Harry and said, "Sweety, I don't know if I can produce milk."

Then she felt it; her breasts grew heavy and they began hurting. Before she could think again, milk began staining her breasts. While Lily would have been scandalized, Mary, true to her offering, opened her clothes and gently placed the toddler's mouth on her nipple and let the boy suckled.

The accountant noticed how Mrs. Simmons' eyes shifted from green to golden in a moment, and then green again.

Mary laughed and said, "No wonder you are sweet tooth, you have a big appetite, don't you? Yes, you do, who is a big beautiful glutton? Why yes, you are, yes you are, don't laugh you big scamp." Baby Harry gurgled and laughed. "Don't flirt with me mister, we still have some things to finish here so just have your meal and go to sleep."

After Harry had his meal and fell asleep again, Mrs. Simmons returned her gaze to the goblin. To the goblins, it was unheard of to witness a mother nursing a child in their presence, but for the goblin accountant to see how loving and gentle the woman had behaved with the baby, he knew that he needed to help the strange surrogate mother and baby.

The vellum had recognized the magical signature of Lily Potter, under the guise of Mary Simmons. Harry magically acknowledged Mary as his mother and his magic had now latched to her, as easily as the babe had latched to her bosom.

It wasn't difficult to predict that many English wizards were going to question the proceedings of Gringotts in the following weeks since the Potter vaults would be closed for everyone and, as a plus, Mary received a copy of the Potter will.

After the paperwork was complete, they took Harry and his mother to the hospital in Gringotts. It was there that they took notice of the tracking charms on the boy, as well as a magical block and a cursed scar.

The goblins didn't need to ask. Mary was furious, but while Bernardo, the accountant, remembered Lily being a fiery beast, Mary turned out to be a cold, expressionless statue. The new mother just said, "I want all ailments off from Harry, now, if you please?"

Harry was given a sleeping potion and the tracking charms, magical block, and the cursed scar were removed as requested by his new mother.

Bernard had one suggestion. "I think it would be wise if you change Harry's name."

The magical accountant noticed that Mary's demeanor changed once Harry was out of danger. She smiled without teeth and accepted the suggestion with an open mind. "Yes, I agree with you; it would be wise to keep Harry's identity hidden. Andrew, Andrew James Simmons, that sounds like a name I would give to this beautiful baby boy."

"Agreed. Come and sign the paperwork. With that name and your son, Andrew James Simmons, Gringotts worldwide will recognize you as mother and son. As you can tell, Mrs. Simmons, Harry is the heir of a considerable fortune."

That made Mary speak before the accountant ended his statement. "So the Potter's were eliminated because they interfered with someone's agenda, that much is obvious. My son is no Hamlet but I will protect and avenge him."

"Wrong Mary, you are not alone in this fight. You have the magic of the boy's mother in you, you have the love and acceptance of the child, and now you have made an ally of me. You have no idea how beautiful and sacred your sacrifice is to us goblins. Your love and gentleness in the face of adversity, while tending to that boy, reminded me of my own mother, and if you ever need anything, just let me know and I'll find it for you," said Bernard.

"Thank you, Bernard, your words are much appreciated. Andy and I need to rest. We need to gather some money, look for a hotel, and organize within the next few days."

"Right, we have a ledger of Potter's properties worldwide. As for money and supplies? We can help you there. Now, since you are now the regent on the Potter account, here."

Bernard opened a jewelry box and said, "Place this ring on your left middle finger. This is the Regent ring. Until now, it has never been used, however, times are changing."

Mary did, and the ring resized itself and then it glowed. The light enveloped her and Harry. Once Mary found a quiet home in a small seaside village within the Potter ledger, she and Harry port keyed to it.

A couple of elderly house-elves appeared at the landing. Once they saw Harry's form sleeping soundly, they stopped their defensive actions. Instead, they said, "Who might you be, lady, and why is the little master in your arms?"

Mary nodded, and said, "Hi, my name is Mary Simmons and this is my son Andrew James Simmons. He was born Harry James Potter, but his home was attacked, his parents killed and I adopted him after a dangerous man left him on a doorstep early this morning without a proper covering for this harsh weather. I've just been to Gringotts, but I will let Lily speak to you."

Lily spoke, "We need to rest. It has been an eventful morning. Mary wears the Potter's Regent ring and Magic has willed this woman as Harry's new mother. I will be with them until the blood of my enemies pays back what they took from Magic."

"We live to serve the Potter's and the Regent. We need to bond to her, old mistress," said the male elf.

"Of course," answered Lily.

Mary kneeled and caressed the heads of the male and female magical servants. The two in question glowed and grew three inches. The elves presented themselves.

"My name is Luz," said the female.

"My name is Jules," said the male.

"So very nice to meet you, Luz and Jules. Do you think it would be possible to find a room where Harry, I mean Andy, and I can sleep in?" said Mary.

"Of course. Welcome home Mistress Mary," said both elves in stereo.

"It's good to be welcome. This is a beautiful place and I'm sure I will get to know every corner, but I'm exhausted from this journey."

The elves walked Mary to the master bedroom and, while Mary had some reservations about the splendor of the place, Lily had no qualms and directed Mary's body and her son's into the bed.

Once the elves closed the door, both realized. "The Magic within her was bright, but only new mothers shine that way and only for a little while. This woman shines like a polished pearl," said Luz.

"I guess Magic knows what it's doing, and that's that," said Jules.

"You're right," said Luz.

And, for a while, nothing else bothered the traveler, the spirit, and the child.

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