A thud in the hallway followed by a piercing cry pulled Jamie Potter out of the thought she'd been buried in. She'd taken her eye off of Teddy for just a second and now he'd injured himself. She found him on the floor in the hallway, crying his little eyes out. Both of his knees were scraped and bloody. This was the most pain the three-year-old had ever been in, so he was wailing at the top of his lungs and his hair went from his usual short, blue cut into something that closer resembled his mum's: uncontrollable black curls. She picked him up off of the ground and carried him into the kitchen, where the muggle and magical first aid kits were.

"I know it hurts, Teddy-bear," she said lovingly, "but you're gonna be just fine in a minute, okay?" Teddy wiped large tears out of his eyes and nodded his head. Jamie didn't summon the elder wand from the deathly hallows tattoo on her right wrist, she barely even used it these days. She placed her hands, palms out, over his knees. "Episky," she said and pushed her magic out to envelope and heal his wounds. She vanished the blood as an afterthought and rubbed his back.

"I want a band-aid, mummy," Teddy demanded as he held his hands out for a hug. He was still crying, but at least he wasn't in pain.

"What color of band-aid do you want, baby? Do you want the pink ones?" she asked. Teddy loved pink. He nodded his head in the crook of her neck and held on tighter as Jamie summoned the pink band-aids. She had to pry his arms off of her neck to set him back down on the counter, where she expertly applied the pink band-aids to his knees. "There," she said with a smile that was reserved for Teddy and Teddy alone, "all better now, yeah?"

He nodded but was still crying and he held his little arms out to be picked up again, which Jamie did. Then they walked around the house slowly while she rubbed his back and told him how brave he was. When his sobs quieted, she started singing to him in parseltongue; she'd thought it odd the first time it happened, but it was the only consistent way to make him settle, so she couldn't complain.

It was almost naptime and Teddy had already fallen asleep on her shoulder, so she went to lay him down in his room, which was decorated in shades of blue and housed an army of dragon stuffed animals from Uncle Charlie. Just as she was about to lay him down, they were engulfed by cold, blue flames. A tug at her navel prepared her for the apparation and she threw the strongest shield she could manifest around them while holding onto Teddy tightly.

When Jamie opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of the Great Hall of Hogwarts, standing between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables and staring into the face of the one man she hated more than anyone else: Albus Dumbledore. He stood there, about twenty feet in front of her, looking just as confused as she felt. Glancing around the room, Jamie spotted the Goblet of Fire and the slip of slightly burned paper in the headmaster's hand. Her head snapped over to the lions, where she spotted her friends, all of which were far too young. Hermione hadn't figured out how to control her hair, Neville hadn't had his growth spurt yet, Ron looked like he wanted to kill her, George's eyes weren't haunted, and Fred… Fred was alive. Then in the other direction, she found Draco Malfoy. He was still young and (relatively) innocent, and though she couldn't see it she knew his forearm was bare. He looked back at her with wide eyes and a furrowed brow.

"Jamie?" Dumbledore asked.

"Albus," she greeted coldly. Her heart was pounding, and her head was screaming 'danger.' This was a bad spot to be in; no matter where she was, there would always be someone behind her. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for threats. Albus was a threat, so was Karkaroff, and fake-Moody. But Karkaroff was a coward, and fake-Moody couldn't break his cover, so the only real threat was Albus. Not that that made her feel any better. "Samhain, nineteen-ninety-four, if my memory is correct, yeah?"

"Yes..." the headmaster confirmed. He didn't seem to know what to say next and the entire hall was silent. Dumbledore took a step forward and Jamie took one back, which did not go unnoticed by anyone.

The other champions and their headmasters were standing up on the raised platform that usually only held the staff table and most of them were glaring at her. She was sure they looked a mess. Teddy was wearing his favorite shirt, which was always dirty, a pair of old shorts, and he had pink band-aids on his knees. Jamie was in torn up jeans, a plain T-shirt, and an old, ratty flannel she'd picked up at a thrift store because new clothes felt so uncomfortable and never seemed to fit her right.

"I am so sorry, my child," Luna said in a voice that was not her own as she stood from her seat at the Ravenclaw table. She was placed about halfway in between Jamie and the headmaster.

"My Lady," Jamie said and dipped her head in respect, though there was no warmth in her voice. The hall was still completely silent.

"You, of all people, will never have to bow to me, Jamie Rose Potter," Lady Magic said through Luna.

"This was supposed to be over," Jamie accused and took an angry step forward. "He promised."

"He did fight for you," the Lady replied.

"But?" Jamie spat.

"He was outvoted." Silence reigned as Jamie and Luna stared at each other. She waited until Jamie took five deep breaths to speak again. "The fate of our world, once again, rests upon your shoulders. I am sorry," Lady Magic repeated, "but you know what needs to be done."

"Can't he be saved?" Jamie pleaded.

"No," Lady Magic replied. "He is too far gone." Jamie's face fell; it wasn't the answer she'd wanted. She'd killed Tom once; she really didn't want to have to do it again.

"What happened to young-me?" she asked, her eyes flitted over to the empty space between Hermione and Ron.

"She no longer exists," Lady Magic replied.

"She's not in any pain?"

"No," she confirmed. "You have always been our favorite, Jamie. If any mortal can change the future, it is you. Edae en asht." Go with love. Luna collapsed as the Lady left, and the hall burst into whispers, yells, and shouts.

The noise woke Teddy up, who began to cry once he realized that he wasn't where he expected to be. Thinking that you're waking up in the comfort of your bedroom and then actually waking up in a large room with hundreds of people can be quite overwhelming. His normally short, blue hair turned dark grey, which meant that he was anxious, and it began to grow so he could hide under it.

"I know, Teddy-bear," Jamie whispered to him as she moved him to her other hip and rubbed his back. "I know."

"Don't like it here," Teddy cried. "Wanna go ho-ome."

"Me too, baby," she whispered.

"If you'll follow me," Dumbledore said and gestured to the stage where the others were and led the way, correctly assuming that Jamie wouldn't be turning her back to him.

They all piled into the staff room connected to the hall and the adults started arguing and shouting at each other. Jamie sent out a jolt of raw magic, silencing the room and drawing all eyes to her.

"Control yourselves," she scolded them while still comforting her son. Teddy was whimpering and looking around with wide, tear-filled eyes. She rubbed his back and shifted from foot to foot the way he liked while doing everything she could to hold herself together.

"Is he yours?" Dumbledore asked to break the tension.

"Yes," she responded, her grip on Teddy visibly tightening as she took a small step back.

"And the father?" the old man asked.

"Dead," she said sharply and looked around the room. Fleur looked just as she remembered, standing with her head held high and wearing pride all over her face. Krum was stoic as always, and Cedric… like Fred, Cedric was alive. She promised herself that he would stay that way. Her old professors were all staring at her, even Snape. She caught his eye and sucked in a breath. He was alive. He was alive. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she turned away hastily.

"What year are you from?" Dumbledore asked.

"Two thousand," she replied. "I'm twenty and Teddy's three."

"Auntie Fleur!" Teddy yelled and held his arms out to Fleur, who looked around nervously.

"That isn't your Auntie Fleur yet, Teddy-bear," Jamie told him sadly. She wiped one of his tears away, but they were still coming.

"I want Auntie," he cried again and continued holding his arms out. More tears formed in his eyes at the perceived rejection from his favorite Auntie, but there wasn't anything Jamie could do about it. This was such a weird situation, and Teddy was already giving away the future. He squirmed until he got out of her arms and ran to Fleur, latching onto her leg with a death-grip. Jamie tried to apologize to the girl, but Fleur smiled at her and stroked Teddy's head lovingly. The boy relaxed and his hair went back to blue, so Jamie didn't push it.

"Can we move this along please?" she commanded more than asked.

"Of course," the headmaster said. "Well, unfortunately it seems that you'll be required to participate."

Jamie rolled her eyes. Yes, how unfortunate, indeed, she thought to herself.

"This is not fair!" the Beauxbatons headmistress said with a thick French accent. "You cannot have a champion from the future! The tasks must be changed!"

"Well, um," Ludo Bagman stuttered while rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I'm not sure, um, how possible that will be. Afterall, a lot of work has-," Madam Maxine and Karkaroff began yelling an arguing again, drowning out Bagman's ramblings. Snape was being surprisingly quiet; Jamie remembered him insulting her quite a bit the first time around, but this time he only watched. Jamie flared her magic again, stronger this time, but kept the aggression she was feeling out of it. They shut up and looked at her again.

"Why don't I just tell them what the tasks are?" Jamie suggested. She spared a glance at the headmaster and found his eyes on her right wrist.

"That kind defeats the purpose-," Bagman began, but Jamie cut him off.

"Look, your precious death tournament is already compromised," she snapped at him fiercely. "The name of the game now is 'damage control.' The only way they'll have a fighting chance is if they know all three tasks now, so they can prepare for them." When no one objected, Jamie turned to the champions, "First task is to steal a golden egg from a nesting, mother dragon. The second task is to retrieve something that was stolen from you and placed at the bottom of the lake. Third task is a maze, the cup is in the center," then she turned to Professor McGonagall, "We'll need quarters, of course. It's not like we can stay in the tower. I'd prefer the dungeons if at all possible."

The stoic woman replied with a stiff nod. Despite her loyalty to Dumbledore, Jamie had always had the utmost respect for her former head of house. And she seemed unfazed by the events of the night so Jamie figured that she would be the most likely to treat her as the adult that she was.

"Brilliant. Are we free to go?" Jamie asked the crowd. "Teddy and I need to go to Gringotts."

"Grippy!" Teddy said happily and ran back over to Jamie.

"That's right, Teddy-bear," Jamie said with a smile as she bent down on one knee to catch him. "We're gonna go see him." Teddy giggled as if he'd never been upset. He loved Griphook, it was quite endearing. Jamie stood, but kept one hand on his head, running her fingers through his blue curls. She looked down at him fondly and snuck a glance at her wrist. She knew she'd felt 'off' on arrival and was disappointed to find that she would have to get the hallows together again after finding only the triangle. At least her holly wand was safely stowed away in her hip bag.

"Who won?" fake-Moody asked. He took an overexaggerated step forward on his peg leg, shoving someone Jamie didn't recognize out of his way.

"Excuse me?" Madam Maxine asked.

"I asked the girl who won," Moody replied gruffly.

"Krum," she lied.

Dumbledore stepped in between them, blocking fake-Moody from view. "You can use the floo in my office," he offered.

"Thank you, sir," she stated, and let him lead the way. "Three feet, Teddy," she whispered to the boy, activating the bracelets they both wore to keep him safe. They glowed for a second as a magical string connected them together before fading from sight.

"Bye-bye Auntie Fleur!" Teddy called as they left the room.

"Bye Teddy!" she replied, and Jamie mouthed 'thank you' before the door shut behind her.

There were very few students still roaming the halls since it was close to curfew, but the ones they passed stared at Jamie and Teddy. They'd always stared at Jamie, but she hated that Teddy was getting caught up in all this. They'd withdrawn from magical Britain for that very reason. Teddy was oblivious to the attention. He kept his hand firmly in Jamie's but tried to take everything in while they walked. He 'oohed' and 'awed' at the paintings, giggling when they waved at him. He only stopped to pay attention to where they were going when they'd reached one of the moving staircases.

"No!" he said defiantly and tore his hand out of Jamie's. "I don't like the ess-lay-ter!"

Jamie bent down so they were at eye level, "You don't like the escalator," she corrected him softly. "But these are moving staircases. The steps don't move at all," she promised.

"I want up," he pouted.

Jamie lifted him up by his armpits and settled him on her hip. While picking him up, she caught Snape's eye, who had apparently been following behind them. She looked away quickly, sure that she was giving something away by continuing to avoid eye contact with the man, but she just couldn't do it. The last time she'd looked into his eyes, he'd died in her arms. They continued on their way quietly, save for the occasional whimper from Teddy. Poor kid had had a long day.

"What an interesting turn of events," Dumbledore said once they'd climbed the stairs to his office. Jamie let out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh while setting Teddy down. The bracelets were still active so Teddy wouldn't be going anywhere.

"That's a bit of an understatement," she replied. Snape stood stoically beside her and said nothing. She could see the blackness of his robes out of the corner of her eye but kept her main focus on Dumbledore. The man who had raised her to willingly walk to her death.

"I assume the future isn't bright," Dumbledore baited her while moving to sit behind his overly large desk. Merlin, how had she never seen him for what he was before? His seat in the Great Hall was practically a throne, as was his desk. He was so full of himself.

"It had its ups and downs," she replied vaguely. Dumbledore studied her with twinkle-less eyes.

"Changing the future is no small feat," he finally said, his voice low and grave.

"Mummy!" Teddy interrupted and tugged on her pant leg. Jamie tore her eyes away from Dumbledore and bent down to Teddy's eye level. "I have to go potty," he whispered loudly into her ear.

"Can you wait until we got to the bank?" she asked. Teddy thought about it for a second, then nodded his head. "Good boy," she ruffled his hair, back to his normal color and style, and turned back to Dumbles.

"He's welcome to use my personal chambers," the man offered. "It would give us a chance to talk." There were several things that Jamie wanted to say in response, all of which involved the kind of colorful language she couldn't say in the presence of her son. The first, of course, was 'fuck you,' and the second was 'avada kedavra.'

Instead of any of that, she said, "Teddy doesn't leave my sight," protectively.

"Of course, of course," Dumbledore said in his grandfatherly voice. "A mother's love is a powerful thing." She'd been in the past for less than an hour and the man was already throwing her mother's sacrifice at her.

"It is," Jamie agreed. They stared off again, neither willing to back down.

"We'll speak after you've settled, then."

"That's very kind of you, sir," she replied tersely.

"Severus, would be kind enough to allow Miss Potter and her young charge to floo back to your office after their visit to the bank? I'm sure Minerva has already found a place for them."

"Of course, Headmaster," he replied without emotion and turned to Jamie. She swallowed nervously as their eyes met. "The address is 'Snape's office, Hogwarts,' and the password is 'clementine."

"I appreciate it," she responded without looking him in the eye. She led Teddy to the floo without turning her back to the old man, and they were off.

The bank had gone pretty much exactly how she thought it would. The wills that had been illegally sealed were opened and read, with a portion of their contents sent to the DMLE to force them into giving Sirius a trial since her parents had named Pettigrew as their secret keeper. Her accounts were in shambles, but Griphook would be able to get back all the money and heirlooms that Dumbledore had stolen and over the years. She took over the Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, and Slytherin Lordships, and the Black heirship. Sirius was on the run, but he was still the rightful Lord, and he could decide whether or not he wanted the Lordship.

Letters to the Wizengamot were drafted and sent off to start the process of overhauling all the laws that had been passed while Dumbledore had illegally held her proxy. She was told to expect dozens of booklets within the following weeks that would detail every single law her votes were used for. She would have to read over them and then recast her votes. It was a process she had never been able to get around to before. Magical Britain's economy had been on the brink of collapse, and they were doing everything in their power just to stay afloat. Ending the war hadn't fixed any of the underlying problems, and Jamie found that they were still unwilling to change.

The evidence of Dumbledore's meddling was overwhelming. Jamie knew this, since she'd already started sorting through the mess once before, but it had been news to the goblins. He'd been siphoning off money since the day after her parents had died. Most of it was donations to the Order of Phoenix, which had been disbanded in 1981, but he'd also paid himself for being her magical guardian, and the Dursleys were being paid as well. The letter Dumbledore had left for Petunia to find was discretely picked up by a house-elf and would be entered into evidence against the man. He specifically stated that Jamie needed to be isolated and alone and subtly condoned the abuse, stating that, 'she only needs to live.' It was horrendous. He'd also taken numerous artifacts, furniture, and books from her vault. Luckily, he only ever had access to the Potter vault, and the Peverell, Gryffindor, and Slytherin ones had been untouched. He had attempted to set up a marriage contract between her and Ron without anyone's knowledge, but it had been blocked by Lady Magic. The contract's clauses would have given the boy complete control over the Potter fortune and estate. Thankfully, no one from the Weasley family had been aware of it. It would take months to sort through everything, but there was no way that Dumbledore was going to get away with it.

She was disappointed to learn that she would have to retake her exams, but she was also a little excited for the opportunity to do better. Her original OWLs hadn't been her best work, and her NEWTs even less so. But during the three years after the war ended, Jamie was only doing three things: take care of Teddy, get therapy (a lot of therapy: two hours a day, five days a week for almost a year), and read everything. She would take the OWLs over Yule break, and then join the seventh years for NEWTs in May.

The Dursley's would be picked up by aurors in the morning and charged with child abuse. She'd processed enough of that particular trauma to be comfortable pressing charges. That had been the point of therapy, after all. She had to be healthy for Teddy. She had to face her demons so that he wouldn't ever have to see them. The goblins performed an exhaustive medical exam for evidence which was more than enough to ensure a conviction against her former guardians. Nothing that had happened after September 1, 1994, could be used as evidence, but it wouldn't make a difference. Before they left, Griphook asked Jamie about the bracelets that she and Teddy wore.

"You and I actually made these together," she chuckled. Each of them wore two bracelets. "The blue one here is just for me. If I'm asleep and my heart rate elevates above a certain threshold, it jolts me awake; it's the only thing that can snap me out of a night terror. The silver one that both Teddy and I wear has a few different functions," she explained. "The first is to keep Teddy from wandering too far away from me; I can set different distances for different circumstances. The second functions as a two-way portkey: I can go to wherever Teddy is or I can bring him to where I am. Teddy's bracelet doesn't have those features since he doesn't have as much control over his magic, but he can notify me if he's in trouble. It also has a few protections woven into the rune-scheme, and Teddy's second bracelet locks his metamorphmagus abilities in place if we're out in the muggle world."

Griphook had been very impressed with Jamie and his future self, and asked for the details so that he could file the proper paperwork with the Magical Patents office. Since she'd already done it once before, she promised to have everything the goblin would need in a week or two.

The most important part of her trip to the bank was, surprisingly, the easiest. She'd been worried about someone (Dumbledore) trying to take Teddy away from her, since his biological parents were technically alive. Griphook suggested a high caliber blood adoption that would override his biological parents' DNA. They would still be a part of him, but instead of having three equal parents, half of his DNA would come from Jamie, and the other half of his DNA would be split between Remus and Tonks. His natural appearance would shift over the next three days to more closely resemble Jamie, though he would retain his metamorphmagus abilities.

They landed in Snape's office without a fuss, and Jamie was unsurprised to find it exactly how she remembered it. It was nostalgic to be there; she'd served many detentions with the man, after all. The atmosphere was thick and oppressive, and the smell of potion ingredients permeated through the room. The walls were lined with books and decorative vials. Snape cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Sorry," she said with a small smile. "It's just weird to be back." Teddy began to whine into the crook of her neck. She patted his back lovingly and promised that he could go to sleep soon.

Their quarters were only a few halls away from Snape's, so the walk was relatively short, but it was also awkward and silent. Jamie didn't know exactly what she had expected from the man, but it wasn't silence. And she felt so conflicted about him. There were so many things that she wanted to say to him, but she also couldn't look him in the eye. The Half-Blood Prince had been her first love and she hadn't known that he was Snape until after the man had died. Almost immediately after he'd died as well, since it was his memories that gave it away. And the worst part was that she had never really gotten over it. She'd found copies of everything he'd published and buried herself in potions to feel closer to him. Without all the distractions and classmates trying to sabotage her, Jamie found that she was quite good at potions. It did run in her family, after all, and Fleamont had left dozens of journals in the main Potter vault. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears and chest, but Snape didn't seem to notice. They got to a simple wooden door and Snape led her inside.

"There are two bedrooms, plus a small kitchen and sitting room. It may not be as extravagant as you're used to," he sneered at her and she scoffed, "but it will have to do." Jamie said nothing as he let himself out.

She put Teddy to bed in the smaller of the two rooms and started on the wards.