Hi! This is the English translation of my story. So, English isn't my first language, but I tried because most of the lectors of the French version read it with google translation and it's not very great. I hope very hard I haven't screwed up. If someone is interested to proofread me, DM me, that will help me very much! I will post today all the chapter that had been posted in the French version and, hopefully, kept posting both at the same time. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think of it! Enjoy!

Edit 11/11/19: I corrected some errors. I also noticed that, unlike the French version, I didn't warn you. So, this is an AU, it takes place after the fourth ninja war, Shikaku and Inoichi didn't die in it. It's not compliant to The Last, Boruto and the Harry Potter's epilogue. And it's a Fem!Harry.

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She did not see it coming. Quite objectively, it had to be admitted that nobody in his situation could have foreseen that. After the war Jasmine Potter, The Chosen One, The Survivor, The Savior, had been scrutinized by hundreds of eyes each time she had stepped outside her house.

She had thought of returning to school at Hogwarts, with her friends, to finally have a normal life. Well, as normal as can be the life of a witch. But Ron had decided to skip his last year and accept the Ministry's offer in the Auror's training program, and Hermione had chosen to enter the summer program of Hogwarts to avoid redoing the whole year.

Knowing that she wouldn't stand for a whole year alone, she decided to follow Hermione in the summer program. At the end of the summer, they were both graduates and where Hermione was asked for her plans, everyone had assumed she would become an Auror.

What was their surprise when she told them she was going to have a rune mastership, in America.

That's when it started. The Burrow's kitchen had become uncomfortably quiet, all of them wondering if they had heard her correctly. Then everyone had added his scandalized comment about her choice. Only George had remained silent, and Jasmine had seen in his eyes that he understood why she needed to get away from England, from their ghosts.

What followed were three long weeks of discussion to convince her to give up, of pressure from the press -they had dared to inform the press!- And finally, when the time began to fail them, of threat and ultimatum.

When Ron had threatened to break all ties with her, and urge all their friends to do the same, Jasmine knew that despite what they had been through together, their friendship wasn't worth much in his eyes.

Finally, she left England. George, Neville and Luna were the only ones with whom she kept -more or less- continuous contact.

Five years and two masters later, she decided to return to her country discreetly. She still didn't know if she would stay or if it was only temporary, but she wanted to decide without the strain of the public.

After five years without having set foot in England, her first stop was the grave of her parents. She didn't stay long, kneeling between their graves, she let tears flow, thanked them for their sacrifices and ran away. Not able to support beings so brutally confronted with what she had lost.

The visit to their Godric's Hollow's home was not planned. It was an impulse of the moment.

She clenched her teeth when the signboard popped up in front of her, blatant evidence that the minister had used the place where her parents had died to their advantage.

The interior was run down and dusty, abandoned. She spent several hours visiting the house with tears in her eyes. It was in this place that she had spent her only time with her parents. And she had no memory of it.

She couldn't help but notice that, although all the furniture was still in place, there was no personal object. No books, trinkets, pictures, someone had taken everything away.

The last room she visited was her parents' room. She had avoided the nursery, and there is no way for her to set a foot there.

The whole room was emptied too, and her heart sank, she would have liked to find something that had belonged to them...

Then her eyes locked on a lath. The third from the left of the bed, it looked like any other, same size, same color, except for a slight detail. A small gap in the top right corner. It was a simple gap, and it could have gone unnoticed, if Jasmine hadn't exactly the same gap in her room, at Privet Drive. She had done it to be able to access her secret compartment, under the floor.

Her heart accelerated, and she threw herself at it with hope.

The batten rose easily, and below was a wood box. After examining it and recognizing some runes — specially to preserve the wood and the contents — she had opened it.

Inside were two letters and, on the first, her name was written in a beautiful calligraphy.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting on the floor staring at the letter in the open box but, after a while, she putted her hands in fists to keep them from shaking before grabbing the letter to read it.

'My sweetheart,

I write this letter without knowing if I would live to see tomorrow. Kami, I don't even know if you'll read it one day!

With James, we decided that we would talk to you about your origins as soon as you were old enough to understand...

I wasn't always Lily Evans.

To be honest, I've never been, I love my parents too much to replace them, even though David and Rachel Evans were great peoples.

I was born in a different world, a world where there is no magic but what is called Chakra. Your father aside, Dumbledore is the only one aware of this story, if you need more explanation you can turn to him.

Where I come from, we have been trained since our youngest age to become shinobi and thus protected those who are precious to us. Long before my birth, my world was in a constant war, a devastating war that decimated entire clans. Then, the hidden villages were founded, which are basically the alliance of the ninja clans of a country to protect it. Konoha was the first hidden village, it was founded in the Land of Fire by my father, the first chief of this village, the Shodaime Hokage, Senju Hasirama.

Unfortunately, being the daughter of my father didn't bring me only friends and, in the end, one of his enemies managed to take me away. I was nine, I was lost, I was scared but I kept hoping to see my family again. But this man had no qualms about attacking a child.

He was a master in Fūinjutsu, the equivalent here of a rune master, and he was looking for a way to create a kind of prison-dimension, at least that's what I think I understood. As I was sure, my father eventually found me but, as you can see, everything didn't go as planned. When that man understood that he was cornered, he decided that deprived Hashirama of his daughter was an enough revenge. Then used one of his experimental portals and, under the helpless gaze of my father, threw me through it. This was the last time I saw him.

I don't know what happened next, but I came into this world, triggering sensors that alerted Dumbledore. He put me in the Evans' house, changing their memories so that they thought I was from their family, to protect me.

At Hogwarts, I excelled at the theoretical level, but I never had magic. I only managed to put up a front through my Genjutsu, the art of creating illusions with Chakra.

I spent all my free time studying the Runes in the hope of finding my world, because the memory of my family never left me.

My father, your grandfather, an exceptional warrior who dreamed only of peace. My mother, the sweet and intelligent Uzumaki Mito, I look so much like her that I sometimes cry while looking in the mirror. My uncle, Senju Tobirama, he was narrow and strict, but he couldn't say no to my big puppy eyes! And my older brother, Senju Ichiro, he was a lot older than me, but I loved him so much. He had married a wonderful woman, Oshiro Misaki, and had a daughter with her just a few months younger than me.

Tsunade was my best friend. It was my niece, but we were like sister. Dad spoiled her a bit too much, and she caught in his gambling addiction, but she never won a bet! We were raised together, and I believe she has become a beautiful woman. Their faces, in my memories, are blur, but I would never forget the honey color of her eyes...

I miss them every day, and I hope one day to find a way to reopen a portal to the Elemental Nations so that you can meet them, you and your father.

I love you my daughter, my Jasmine, my Rina.

Mum, Senju Sayuri.'

She spent an hour reading and rereading the letter, without stop to cry.

Maybe... Maybe somewhere, she had family left...

Her eyes finally landed on the second envelope, 'Hokage-sama' was written on the top, in the same calligraphy. Suddenly, a golden glow at the bottom of the box caught her attention. Catching it delicately, she surprisingly recognized a Gringotts' key.

The following day, at dawn, the young woman was escorted to a vault by a goblin. Inside, she found all the research undertaken by her mother to open a portal, and it was remarkably advanced for someone who was only in the first year of a runic mastery.

It was with determination that Jasmine decided to finish her mother's work.

That day, she emptied her vaults and began a journey devoted to her research. She visited many countries, learned three new languages and, after six years, was sure to be ninety-five per cent successful.

Having nothing to lose, it was a month after her twenty-ninth birthday that she decided to cross the portal, her whole life stored in her bottomless bag.