More memories.

France 1370

"Come on Flamel, you know how very little I approve of this." Kyra says looking at the man.

"Eternal life." Flamel says

"I am actually regretting teaching you." Kyra says throwing his notes down and storms out of the building.

"I'm sorry teacher but it has to be done." Nicholas says looking at the ritual circle that is the size of a city.

"No matter the cost." Nicholas says thinking of his sick wife.

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In a pub in England.

"Did you hear the master alchemist Nicholas Flamel successfully created a Philosopher's stone?" A wizard asks at the bar.

Suddenly the sound of a mug being dropped could be heard.

Everyone turns to see a hooded and cloaked figure. Her arms give away her gender.

"That stupid stupid boy, did he not realize the cost." The hooded figure mutters.

'How long before the original gets here so I can disperse.' Kyra thinks bored out of her mind in midieval Europe.

'Maybe I should open a tavern and run an inn.' Kyra wonders.

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In side the leaky cauldron 1800s.

"Could I get some firewisky, and a burger." A man says walking in.

"It will be coming right up." Kyra says while she has a clone cooking in the back.

'Magical Britain, is massive there are several magical allies and villages. Why is there so few in Harry Potter. Not to mention there is like 5 branches of the black family and 3 of the Potter. I mean every family has several branches with a lot of kids. Hogwarts is seeing 200 new kids a year.' Kyra thinks to herself somewhat worried something must have happened for the population to drop to what it was.

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Several centuries have passed.

1892.

Kyra still manning the counter under a different name watches the fire as a 11 year old Albus Dumbledore comes through the floo.

'Time is still on its slow march forward.' Kyra thinks to herself needing to be careful because if she blinks a decade could pass before her eyes.

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July 14 1940.

"It's gone! The bombs went straight through the charms and protections!" An Auror shouts.

'I blame Grindlewald for this.' Kyra thinks to herself realizing what happened to the 30 something magical alleyways and 20+ magical villages.

"Well of course, they are just dropping the bombs in a general area. Just happen to be in that general area." Kyra says as suddenly the sound of an air raid siren kicks off again.

'Not Diagon!' Kyra thinks having a stave materialize in her hand as she vaults over the counter and runs out of the door.

Slamming the bottom of the stave on the ground a massive magical field surrounds the area of Diagon ally. The sky is lit up as bombs hit the shield.

After holding the sheild for the night she realizes she let her disguise slip.

"Yume?" A random magical mutters.

'Ugh I'm going to need to run again.' Kyra thinks annoyed since somehow she has had several legends about herself.