Jasmine Lillian Potter-Black was currently looking out the window of the plane while humming a lullaby to her two sleeping babies. Jasmine was on a plane heading towards Port Angeles of the United States with her two sons Teddy Remus Lupin-Potter-Black and Damien Marvolo Riddle- Potter-Black. the two baby boys were currently sleeping in their Double Ring sling, Baby carrier?

The wizarding war was over and Voldemort, was all behind her now but things never really go as planned. When Jasmine got word from the goblins informing her of a 4-month baby boy had been found in London, one that shares her blood and has a terrifying affinity for snakes. Jasmine grimaced, letting out a pained groan as she remembered how she got the news of little Damien.

~flash back~

It'd been 5 months since the demise of Voldemort, five whole months since his body had laid flat out on the floor, no longer that of an immortal god, but that of a broken man, defeated at his own game.

Life had gone on.

All had been well.

Up until now, that was.

Three days after the war, Jasmine had gone to Gringotts, presented herself before the goblins and made her best sincere apology. She'd not wanted to rob them, but there had been no other way to get the Horcrux, it wasn't like Bellatrix would have handed it over if she'd just asked nicely.

Surprisingly enough, the director of Gringotts had pulled her aside and in hushed tones, explained a not very well known secret about the goblin bank. Apparently, the little verse outside was not so much of a warning as it had been a challenge. The goblins were a warrior race, they prided themselves on being able to protect anything, and the inscription outside was a promise and boast, that they could not be beaten when it came to looking after your gold. The fact that she had managed to do so had infuriated them, but also invoked a grudging respect.

So much so that she'd ended up with a job offer; to become the first Goblin-Wizard consultant.

Even now, five months later, they were still working out the finer details of just what it was that she actually did when on the job. She was called in for whatever task they felt required her.

How to update the safety of their vaults; they'd ask her to explain how she'd go about stealing from them again. They showed her the defenses, she worked out how to get around them, and then they'd go away and make improvements, before once again repeating the process. Anything they felt required her attention, became her problem.

But Jasmine didn't care.

She'd been grateful for the job, probably far more than she should have been. But that all changed when she heard the news that she had a son.

"There is no mistake Miss Potter. The law requires us to contact the nearest, most suitable blood relative. That would be you."

That wasn't the part Jasmine was confused with.

What she was confused with was how close the relationship was.

She did not have a child. Could not. She'd never even slept with anyone!

And yet, the paper said she was the closest blood relative, that she made up fifty percent of this kid's DNA.

"grip-hook," Jasmine's voice came out somewhat strangled like Crookshanks had snuck down and decided to rest within her voice-box, "are there any other ways to produce a kid...Outside of the usual?"

"You mean aside from mating," the goblin grumbled, eyes narrowed upon her form like she was asking one of the most stupid questions he'd ever heard before. As if she was a beggar that'd come to set up a bank account.

"Dark magic, right?" Jasmine asked, hands clenching, crumpling the papers she'd been given. She hoped they were copies, and not the original documents. Otherwise, her employers might be a bit unhappy with her.

Again.

"You do not know of the blood rituals? Pure-blood families who find themselves infertile may perform rituals with the blood of both would be parents to create an offspring. Your Ministry does not even recognize it as dark magic."

Fingers tightening on their paper captives, Jasmine forced herself to breathe, to draw air in and let air escape, otherwise, she'd end up on the floor.

Someone had taken her blood. Someone had taken her blood and made themselves a child.

And then they'd dumped that child at the orphanage like they were nothing important like they were nothing more than an experiment gone wrong and no longer worthy of their time.

Maybe even left on a doorstep, the same way she had been. However, that meant she'd know who to track down now.

"The father?" Jasmine hissed between clenched teeth, even though she already knew the goblins wouldn't tell her. Not unless she went through the Ministry to sue for line-theft and they were ordered to hand over confidential files.

And Jasmine knew that they would be furious if she did so, goblin friend or not.

And she certainly didn't want the Ministry to know about this.

Not yet and possibly not ever.

But she had to go get her baby, to see this child with her own two eyes to even start believing what she'd been told.

"Confidential," the goblin frowned, clicking his tongue and clearly not happy that he couldn't tell her either.

Jasmine nodded, rising somewhat stiffly before reaching for her wand.

"I don't think I'll be in for work tomorrow."

griphook just gave a grunt, returning to his paperwork as Harry apparated out, another benefit of being a goblin friend.

~end of Flash back~

Jasmine's decision in taking her son Damien marvolo riddle- Potter and her godson Teddy Remus Lupin-Potter who is the same age as Damien, away from the wizarding world away from her problems but so be it. The jealousy and fame had finally gone to Jasmine's two ex-best friends and she just couldn't watch them anymore. After the final battle, Jasmine went to Gringotts and found out just how much they "loved" her. Turns out that they were getting paid from Jasmine's accounts to be her friends. Luckily the goblins were able to get it all back and more. After all, a little revenge was the least she could do after all Jasmine is now a mother to two cute baby boys and she needed the money to help to provide for their futures.

After Jasmine had gotten all of her money back she had a little chat with Luna and she was able to print an article in her fathers' newspaper about the poor girl-who-lived being used and stolen from. The aurors didn't even wait a day before taking them both into custody; guess being famous had its quirks in the end. But in the end, Jasmine couldn't stand the media and everyone else attempts to meet her that's when she just decided to leave once and for all with her two little angels.

Jasmine smiled softly when she felt both Teddy and Damien cuddle closer to her chest. After they arrived in Port Angeles with Teddy and Damien both securely in their Double Ring sling, Baby carrier, Jasmine walked outside to see the car salesman waiting for her next to her brand new midnight blue 2017 Volvo S90. Smirking to herself because she just knew what a small town like Forks will think with this car in a teenager's possession and a teen mom at that. "Come on Teddy, Damien lets go get in our new car and go home. I bet my little men are just so tired." Jasmine cooed to her two boys who just blabbered to her in that oh so eloquent baby language. Jasmine saw the ends of Teddy's hair from under his hat change to pink and thanked Merlin that she'd remembered the hat. After fixing Teddy's hair. Jasmine carefully placing her two angels in their car seats making sure that both Teddy and Damien are warm. Jasmine got into her car and they rode off to their new home while listening to "you are my home." from Alvin and the Chipmunks.