chapter one
Over the years there was one thing that Harry had come to terms with.
Well, two things.
The first was this: betrayal was just another part of life. Friends, family, hell even enemies, they all came and went. In seconds your friends are your enemies and your enemies are your friends.
And the second thing; Harry figured he’d never die. Not for real. Not since he unknowingly collected the three Hallows and then went on to faced Death like an old friend. No, now Death clung to him but refused to take him.
Death was rather pet-like now that Harry thought about it.
Where was he? Right, Death. Over the last ten years on the run, there had been a lot of moments where Harry should’ve died, had died, would’ve died if not for Death shoving his soul back into his body at the exact moment it left. He’d even wished for Death to take him a time or two, but to no avail.
However, this was different and he couldn’t quite believe that this was how he was going to go.
Harry stared at Death, his shoulders shaking with mirth or fury, he couldn’t tell.
“That?” He crows angrily. “Really? This is how I die? Dumbledore and his cronies finally catch up with me and that’s it? A killing curse to the back?!” His chest heaves after his small rant, mind quickly drifting back to what had happened since The Battle of Hogwarts.
At first everything had been fine, and when Dumbledore showed up and announced that he’d faked his death for the ‘Greater Good’, all Harry had felt was relieved. Dumbledore was alive and he would fix everything, like he always did, right?
Before he’d known it, two years had passed and things were changing rapidly.
The Ministry, under Kingsley, had been coming down on all matters of what they considered Dark. Wizards, witches, creatures, holidays, all of them were being targeted and Harry had been blissfully unaware.
It was a good thing! They were reshaping the world! Repairing all of the damage that Voldemort had caused over the last three decades.
Harry had joined the Aurors straight out of Hogwarts with Ron by his side, fighting all manners of dark wizards and protecting the people. Or so he’d thought.
Hermione had been working her way up the Ministry ladder, faster than Harry had thought was possible. Which, in hindsight, made sense.
Ginny was soaking up being a celebrity and the partner of the wizard that killed the Dark Lord. After Hogwarts she had been recruited for the Holyhead Harpies and was gaining her own personal celebrity following.
He and Ginny had just gotten engaged when Harry had gotten a letter from Gringotts, all but demanding he presented himself to them at post haste.
He’d quickly rushed to the bank, unsure of what was wrong. The time between arriving at the Goblin’s desk and receiving his Inheritence test results had been a blur but the words that had appeared on the parchment stayed firmly burned into his brain.
He had been shocked to realize how much he didn’t know about himself. Hell, he didn’t even know his own name.
He wasn’t Harry James Potter, his name was Harry James Potter-Black. Sirius had blood adopted him when he was a baby, the man was virtually his father by law and by magic. Harry was the heir to multiple houses and had inherited multiple vaults and properties. And it had been hidden from him! His birthright had been stolen from him.
There it all was, staring him in the face. Compulsions, blocks, potions, a blood glamour. Money taken from his vaults without his knowledge for years. His parents wills were sealed after their death. All attributed to one person; Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Merlin, Ron had been getting yearly payments from his vaults since before his first year. Ginny and Molly, too. Hermione had only started getting paid during his third year, but it was enough. His fury grew as he took in all of the information, the goblins advice ringing in his ears as he continued to stare dazedly.
It was also then he learned that he was the Master of Death though it would be a few years before he got up the courage to actually summon the deity.
Something he regretted to this day, as the being was annoying him to death. Pun intended.
He’d snapped out of his stupor, hands shaking as he followed Ragnok to the healing chamber. A few hours later he’d awoken to find himself feeling drained but somehow better than ever. His magic felt free and content and the uncomfortable buzz that had lived under his skin for so long was gone.
He’d taken a moment to look at himself in the mirror, taking in the green eyes and delicate features that came from his mother, the aristocratic angles and messy dark curls that came from the Black and Potter side’s of the family.
He’d noticed that he looked softer like this, more elegant and dainty. Befitting of a pureblood heir. He couldn’t find it in himself to dislike it. He’d continued looking at his refection, marveling at how much he felt like himself. He’d never quite felt comfortable in his own skin and now he knew why.
His face had flushed slightly as the thought that he looked rather… pretty crossed his mind.
He’d wondered offhandedly how Snape would have treated him if he’d looked like this during his first year. He most definitely resembled his mother more than his father, there was no hiding that.
Remembering the results of his inheritance test sent him spiraling once more, anger manifesting in place of his wonder at his new appearance. He was a metamorphmagus, he remembered suddenly, like Tonks.
He turned his attention back to the mirror, scrunching his nose as he focused on his old glamoured appearance. Grimacing at his reflection, he’d headed back up to Ragnok’s office before storming out of the bank to confront the people who he thought was his family.
He’d called a meeting and presented them with the results of his test, demanding an explanation.
Probably the biggest mistake he could’ve made. Harry had ruminated about it over the years, why he hadn’t thought to play dumb and work from the shadows but he could only blame it on lingering Gryffindor tendencies.
Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Molly, and Dumbledore had brushed him off like it was nothing, like he was acting crazy for being upset. They threw him pitying smiles like he was the one losing his mind. After a while, Harry couldn’t take it anymore and left.
So after fake smiles and sugary justifications, which Harry couldn’t believe he’d never noticed, he had returned to Grimmauld Place still fuming.
The last thing he’d expected was to wake up to calls for his arrest. For being the next up and coming Dark Lord. Apparently, the fact that he’d been Voldemort’s horcrux had been ‘anonymously’ reported to the Ministry and the public was calling for his head. His continued freedom was deemed too risky, he was a danger to society. Worse than the might of Voldemort and Grindelwald combined, according to Rita Skeeter.
There were a few people who didn’t agree, and risked their lives to help him. George, Neville, and Luna to name a few. It was thanks to them and people like them that he had lasted as long as he did while being hunted by Dumbledore and his little birds.
And so he ran. And he kept running, evading death and capture for ten years, until now.
Luckily for him, the years hadn’t been all bad. Sure, he’d had to move around every few months to escape capture but that only meant he’d visited so many different places of magical significance, he’d learned so much.
Without the blocks on his intelligence and memory, learning had been almost two easy. He devoured books at a rate that Hermione would have been jealous of.
He’d studied countless cultures and religions, rituals and customs. He’d devoured information about family magick. He’d learned all he could about politics, law, and etiquette. All things he should have learned throughout his magical education but didn’t.
Once he’d realized he had the ability to summon Death at any given moment, the deity had taught him about his necromantic gifts. Necromancy or Death Magic was not what the British Ministry would have you believe and Harry himself had fallen in love with the art.
He’d obtained masteries in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration and he’d been a few short months away from completing his Potions Mastery when they’d finally caught him, for the first time in almost seven years.
For this time, they’d managed to catch him unaware. All it took was one spell to his back and he was waking up in a very familiar place.
Unlike the vision Dumbledore had planted in his mind would have him believe, the realm of the dead looked nothing like King’s Cross Station. It was rather droll from the bits that Hadrian had seen over the years. A grayish wasteland that gave him chills anytime he entered it.
Death, choosing to take the form of the traditional Grim Reaper this time, gave Hadrian an unimpressed glare. “You are tired, Master.” They said simply, voice echoing in her mind.
“No shit! What does that have to do with anything?” Harry retorted, crossing his arms.
Death rolled their deep unfathomable eyes and heaved a dramatic sigh. “I have watched you run for years now, Master. You are tired. Normally I would not intervene, however, now I do not have a choice.”
Harry frowned in confusion, trying to decipher a meaning from the deities words. “What do you mean?”
Death’s gravely voice was grave as he explained. “Magic is dying, Young Master. Due to the path’s that Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle have taken, Magic in Great Britain will cease to exist in less than a decade’s time, the rest of the world in three. Magic, like all things, must have balance. In this case, light and dark. Albus Dumbledore and his followers have destroyed this balance beyond repair, there is nothing that can be done for it. It is inevitable.”
Harry gaped at the being, swallowing down bile. “What does that have to do with me being dead?” He asked tentatively, mind racing at the implications. Magic was dying and there was nothing anyone could do. It was inconceivable.
“You are not truly dead, Young Master, and you know that to be true. I only brought you here so that we may speak to each other face to face.” They replied, a little exasperated. “My siblings and I have decided to grant you a boon, Master, in return you will save Magic. Bring back the olde ways and restore the balance.” Death said simply.
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. “I thought you said it was inevitable. And… siblings?”
Death shrugged blithely. “That is where the boon comes in. And yes my siblings, Lady Magic and Lord Time.”
Harry’s mouth fell open in shock and surprise. “W-what boon?” He dared to ask.
“We shall send you back in time to the day your Hogwarts letter arrives, into a parallel universe of sorts. I’d personally recommend you go to Gringotts first thing and get all of those nasty blocks and compulsions removed. The goblins should also be able to remove the soul piece from your scar.” Death explained nonchalantly.
“You can do that?!” Harry practically screeched, eyes wide. The fleeting thought that the goblins could’ve removed the horcrux the whole time hit him but he decided to focus on the going back in time part of the sentence.
“Yes, Master, but it comes at the price of this world. You can never return.” Death warned.
Harry let out a scoff. “Like I’d even want to. Wait- horcrux? You mean I’ll have to fight Voldemort all over again?”
Death rolled their eyes again. “Master, I am sending you back to before you start Hogwarts, you will have four years to destroy all of the soul piecesbefore Tom Riddle regains his body.”He said, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
Harry sighed tiredly. “Suppose it’s not the worst deal.” He thought about it for a minute, his mind running through all of the possibilities. All of the changes he could make, the lives he could save with the things he knew. He could stop Dumbledore and Voldemort. He could restore the balance and save Lady Magic from dying.
“Indeed it is not.” Death mused, waiting patiently.
“What about the Hallows? Will I need to collect them again?” Harry asked curiously, fingering the ring that sat on his finger. All three Hallows had appeared to him over the years, never too far from his side.
“No, Master. The moment you wake up, the artifacts of that universe previously known as the Deathly Hallows will only be ordinary magical artifacts. Your own cloak, wand, and stone will be at your side as they always are, you only need summon them, same as I.” Death said.
Harry closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and giving the being a nod. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Death gave a satisfied nod of their head “Remember Master, you must be careful who you trust with your secrets. It could be your downfall if you don’t.” They warned seriously. After receiving a nod, the deity snapped their fingers and the world went black.
As the world around him faded, a soothing female voice rang in his ears. “Use your knowledge and save us all.”
Harriet Potter sighed as she darted across the kitchen, tending to the food with a familiarity that a eleven year old girl shouldn’t have. Not that Harriet really knew that. To her, this was completely normal.
Just like being locked into a cupboard and tending to all of the chores. That was just life for her, but something in the air whispered to her.
Change.
“Get the mail, girl!” Her uncle yelled from the kitchen, spittle flying.
“Yes Uncle Vernon.” Harriet replied timidly, leaving her cooking and running over to the front door to collect the mail. She quickly flipped through the letters, separating them into piles for her aunt and uncle but froze when she saw a letter with her name on it.
Could it be a birthday present? She immediately shook away the thought, of course it wasn’t. She’d never even celebrated her birthday, the only reason she'd known what day it was was because of primary school.
But still, she’d never ever gotten a letter before. She carefully read the lettering on the envelope, curiosity taking hold.
Ms H. Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging,
Surrey
Her head snapped around, looking over her shoulder for any of her relatives before returning her attention to the envelope. She reached forward and grabbed the odd looking parchment, but then she froze gasping as memories hit her like a truck.
She fell to her knees as memory after memory slammed into her mind, like watching a movie in fast forward. She remembered his life and his death and his conversation with Death.
Then she let out a loud defeated groan, memories of her past life flooding her senses.
“Girl!” Petunia screeched from the other room. “Hurry up!”
Raising what little occlumency barriers she could manage, she vowed to deal with this when she was alone. For a moment, she wondered if she’d made the right choice. Being back at Privet Drive sent shivers down her spine even now.
She quickly hid the Hogwarts letter in her cupboard before rushing back into the kitchen. She robotically finished making breakfast after handing the mail over to her relatives.
It was only when she was safely in her room that she let down the walls in her mind.
Holy Mother of Merlin she was in the past! She was a she! It was strange, the memories of this life being the ones at the forefront of her mind while her previous life as Harry Potter felt more like a vivid dream.
She didn’t feel like a man of thirty, no she felt like an abused ten year old girl. She couldn’t help the sense of awe that filled her as her thoughts raced. She was a witch! And she had enough foreknowledge to set her life on the right path.
It was then she remembered the words whispered into her mind just before she disappeared from Deaths realm.
Save us all.
“Death?” She whispered tentatively into the air, flinching back when the deity appeared, taking the form of a small black cat.
This was the form she was most familiar with, as it was the one they took more often than not.
“Yes, Mistress?” Death spoke into her mind.
She frowned at the address. “Why am I a little girl?”
Death blinked slowly before responding. “I said you would be arriving in a parallel universe.” They said simply, seemingly not understanding her concerns.
“Yes but you didn’t say I’d be a girl?!” Harriet squeaked, her voice high and nervous sounding.
“Why is this your greatest concern, Mistress?” Death asked drolly, their drawl seeming completely unimpressed with her antics.
“I don’t know!” Harriet retorted. Why was this her biggest concern? She certainly felt like a girl, her memories as a boy feeling like a far off dream, she repeated the words a few times in her mind. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to have that crisis later when she wasn’t being judged by Death itself. “Okay.” She breathed. “Can you take me to Gringotts?”
Death rolled their eyes, and curled up on the mattress. “I can, but all you have to do is summon your wand and you can take yourself.” They said, licking their paw imperiously.
Harriet wanted to slap her forehead, less than a few hours into this new world and she was already struggling to think clearly.
“That will be all of the blocks and potions, Mistress.” Death answered her mental concerns, then disappearing before her eyes.
“Right.” Harriet nodded, closing her eyes and willing the death stick to her. When she opened her eyes, a familiar wand was buzzing happily in her palm and her cloak was resting happily on her shoulders.
She couldn’t help her gasp as magic flooded her body and her eyes widened at awe seeing the sparks fly from it. Of course, if she was ten, this body and magical core had never held a wand before.
Struggling for a moment to cast an unlocking charm, she let herself out of the cupboard and grabbed her aunts purse, stealing a few notes and then sneaking out of the house, heading down a random street.
She cast wary looks over her shoulder as she snuck away during broad daylight, after the incident at the zoo, her relatives had been even more abusive. She realized, not for the first time, they must have known it was her magic that caused her cousin to end up in the snake enclosure.
Lighting the tip of her wand, she let out a relieved sigh when the Knight Bus zoomed forward and pulled to a stop in front of her.
“Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this evening." Stan said as she stepped onto the semi deserted bus. “Whereabouts you headed?”
“The Leaky Cauldron, please” Harriet answered softly, not meeting the man’s eyes.
“That’ll be five pounds.” Stan said, holding out a hand. Once the bills were pocketed, he turned away from her. “Take it away, Ernie!”
Harriet quickly grabbed a hold of one of the handrails, luckily keeping her balance as the bus shot off.
“Thanks.” She muttered, stepping off the bus and heading towards the pub. She ignored Tom’s greeting and everyone else’s eyes on her as she entered the alley after tapping the brick wall with her wand.
Her eyes widened again as she looked around the busy street. She’d seen it before of course but for some reason it felt like seeing it again for the first time.
She briskly made her way up to Gringotts, keeping her head down. She sent a nod at the guards before walking up to one of the tellers. “Greetings, Master Goblin, may your gold ever flow. My name is Harriet Potter and I am in need of an inheritance test.” She said calmly and respectfully, though her nerves were buzzing under her skin.
The goblins eyes widened slightly at the greeting before a wicked smile crawled across his face. “Right this way, Miss Potter.” He spat the name like it was a lie.
She tried not to let the rudeness bother her and kept a placid smile on her face.
Before long, she was sitting across the desk from a very familiar goblin. Ragnok gave her a cruel smile before gesturing to the knife and parchment. “Three drops of blood should do.”
Taking a deep calming breath, Harriet let herself bleed onto the parchment. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she took in the results on the page.
It was all very familiar and foreign at the same time.
Gringotts Inheritance Test (July 31, 1991)
Name: Dahlia Harriet Potter-Black (born July 31, 1980)(age 11)
Father: James Charlus Potter (deceased October 31, 1981)
Mother: Lily Marie Potter née Evans (deceased October 31, 1981)
Paternal Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (illegally incarcerated)
Paternal Godmother: Marlene Eleanor McKinnon (deceased july 8, 1981)
Maternal Godfather: Remus John Lupin
Maternal Godmother: Alice Louise Longbottom née Fortescue (incapacitated)
Blood Adoption(‘s):
Blood Adopted by Sirius Orion Black on August 15th, 1980
Possible Guardian(‘s):
Sirius Orion Black - Paternal Godfather, Blood Adopted Father (illegally incarcerated)
Alice Louise Longbottom née Fortescue - Maternal Godmother (incapacitated)
Narcissa Irma Malfoy née Black - Paternal Cousin (available)
Arcturus Rigel Black - Paternal Great Grandfather (available)
Andromeda Vinda Tonks née Black - Paternal Cousin (available)
Remus John Lupin - Maternal Godfather (available)
Augusta Charolette Longbottom née Crouch- Maternal Grand Godmother (available)
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore - Magical Guardian (illegal)
Title(‘s):
Lady to The Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter (Eligible to claim upon eleventh birthday)
Lady to The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell (Eligible to claim upon eleventh birthday)
Heiress to The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black (Eligible to claim upon eleventh birthday)
Heiress to The Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Slytherin (By Rights of Conquest)(Eligible to claim upon eleventh birthday)
Mistress of Death (Gifted by Lord Death)
Vaults and Properties:
Potter:
618: 763,876 Galleons, 42,507 Sickles, 37,002 Knuts
567: Portraits (109), Books (41,373), Heirlooms (6,987), Jewels (11,009) , Antiques (906), Miscellaneous items (18,607), Potter Family Grimoire
912: 56,007 Galleons, 22,974 Sickles, 19,196 Knuts, Portraits (4), Books (397), Heirlooms (56), Jewels (82), Miscellaneous Items (3,475)(James Potter’s personal vault)
974: 7,439 Galleons, 409 Sickles, 1,378 Knuts, Books (743), Jewels (89), Miscellaneous Items (2,304)(Lily Potter’s personal vault)
713: 10,000 Galleons (Self filling trust vault)
The Pottery - Potter Manor (Unplottable, located somewhere in Scotland)
Potter Townhouse (Unplottable, located somewhere in London)
Potter Cottage (Located in Godric’s Hallow)
Peverell:
131: 418,461 Galleons, 19,905 Sickles, 1093 Knuts
132: Portraits (89), Books (29,430), Heirlooms (5,895), Jewels( 5,384), Antiques (506), Miscellaneous items (13,405)
Peverell Castle (Unplottable, location unknown)
Peverell Manor (Unplottable, located somewhere in Wales)
Seaside Cabin (Unplottable, location unknown)
Black:
656: 1,026,989 Galleons, 432,783 Sickles, 292,009 Knuts
701: Portraits (218), Books (42,676), Heirlooms (9,569), Jewels (14,009), Miscellaneous items (23,098), Black Family Grimoire
899: 26,562 Galleons, 32,264 Sickles, 24,056 Knuts, Books (248), Heirlooms (27), Jewels (173), Miscellaneous Items (3,747)(Sirius Black’s personal vault)
Grimmauld Place (Unplottable, located somewhere in London)
Black Manor (Unplottable, located somewhere in Wiltshire)
Black Chateau (Unplottable, located somewhere in France)
Black Cottage (Unplottable, location unknown)
Slytherin:
42: 907,809 Galleons, 169,016 Sickles, 789,807 Knuts, Portraits (31), Books (74,530), Heirlooms (1,736), Jewels (11,577)
Slytherin Island (Unplottable, location unknown)
Slytherin Castle (Unplottable, location unknown)
Thanatos:
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Abilities:
Magical Core - Grey
Metamorphmagus (100% blocked by A.P.W.B.D.)
Parseltongue (19% blocked by A.P.W.B.D.)
Parselmagic (92% blocked by A.P.W.B.D.)
Eidetic Memory (93% blocked by A.P.W.B.D.)
Natural Animagus (Gifted by Lady Magic)
Death Magic (Gifted by Lord Death)
Blocks, Potions, and Spells:
20% Temporary Magical Core block placed by Lily Marie Potter née Evans and James Charlus Potter.
Blood Protection Spell preformed on October 31, 1981 by Lily Marie Potter née Evans.
Horcrux created on October 31, 1981 by Tom Marvelo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort.
40% Magical Core block placed by A.P.W.B.D.
20% Magic Leech placed by A.P.W.B.D.
50% IQ block placed by A.P.W.B.D.
Blood Glamoured in the image of ‘James Potter’ by A.P.W.B.D.
Submission Potion keyed towards: Petunia Jane Dursley, Vernon Franklin Dursley, Dudley Vernon Dursley, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and Molly Elizabeth Weasley née Prewett.
Obedience Potion keyed towards: Petunia Jane Dursley, Vernon Franklin Dursley, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Loyalty Potion keyed towards: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Molly Elizabeth Weasley née Prewett, Ronald Billius Weasley, Ginevera Molly Weasley, Gryffindor, and The Light.
Hate Potion keyed towards: Severus Tobias Snape, Slytherin, Dark Magic, and Lord Voldemort.
Praecipitem Hex (Causes the spelled individual to behave recklessly)
Non Confidentes Hex (Causes the spelled individual to lack confidence)
Segnities Hex (Causes the spelled individual to act lazy)
Pudor Familia Hex (Causes the spelled individual to feel shame about home life)
Contracts:
Marriage Contract between Ronald Billius Weasley and Dahlia Harriet Potter signed in blood by Molly Elizabeth Weasley née Prewett and Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. (illegal)
Transactions :
Vault 698:
(1,000) Galleons withdrawn May 7, 1980 by James Charlus Potter.
(500) Galleons transferred to ‘The Order of The Phoenix’ by on August 12, 1980 by James Charlus Potter.
(300) Galleons withdrawn November 29, 1980 by Lily Marie Potter née Evans.
(100) Galleons withdrawn January 13, 1981 by James Charlus Potter.
(300) Galleons withdrawn on June 2, 1981 by James Charlus Potter.
(10,000) Galleons withdrawn annually from 1981 to present by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
(1,000) Galleons transferred to Petunia Jane Dursley annually from 1981 to present by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
(200) Galleons transferred to Molly Elizabeth Weasley née Prewett annually from 1988 to present by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
(100) Galleons transferred to Ronald Billius Weasley on June 2, 1991 by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Vault 912:
Potter Family Heirloom withdrawn on November 7, 1981 by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Vault 567:
(6,061) Books removed from vault on December 16, 1985 by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
She almost wanted to laugh as she read through the parchment. Once again, she didn’t know her own name. She couldn’t help but wonder why that was a part of Dumbledore’s manipulations. What did her name have to do with anything? Was it about control? She truly didn’t know.
The compulsions, blocks, and potions were all the same as before, with the addition of a natural animagus that had her brows shooting up. Her animagus form in the before had been a snowy owl not dissimilar to Hedwig.
Instead of a marraige contract to Ginny there was a contract with Ron. That tidbit had Dahlia swallowing back bile. She might’ve been interested in boys in the before but she had never been interested in Ron Weasley.
Another thing she noticed, Ron was already getting paid money from her vault and had been for almost a year. She wondered when exactly it was that Hermione had been pulled into Dumbledores scheme. Maybe she could change the young muggle-born’s fate.
She stared for the longest time at the list of possible guardians that she could have gone to. The information hadn’t been on her test in the before since she’d been nearly twenty at that time. So many people that could have taken her in. For a split second she imagined a life growing up under the care of Andromeda or Narcissa before shaking it away. It would never happen and that almost made her want to smile.
Because she was getting her godfather out of Azkaban. She planned on getting her parents wills unsealed and delivered to the desk of Amelia Bones as soon as possible.
Her eyes bulged at the number of titles she had.
Dahlia looked up at the shocked goblin. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be cleansed and then I want to claim my heirships and ladyships. I’d also like all of these payments to be stopped and payed back with interest. Actually, could I get a full audit of all of the Potter Vaults? Also, could I purchase a portkey to Peverell Manor.”
“Of course Heiress Potter-Black. First let us get you healed, then I can answer all of your questions.” Ragnok said after a few seconds of tense silence. He quickly stood, leading the way to a familiar healing chamber.
He spoke in brisk Gobbledygook to the female goblin, handing over the test as he did. Dahlia stood awkwardly, hands wringing in front of her nervously.
The goblin healer frowned at the parchment like she wanted to set it on fire before carefully surveying Dahlia. “Come, girl.” She said gently, or gently for a goblin.
Dahlia couldn’t help the full bodied flinch at the address but followed the instructions.
The healer frowned again, eyes darting back to the parchment before she sighed. “My name is Zir, child. I will be healing you today.”
“I’m Dahlia Potter-Black.” Dahlia introduced herself shyly, the name feeling foreign in her mouth. “Um, a friend told me that you’d be able to remove the curse from my scar?”
Zir pursed her lips and nodded, eyeing the scar with disgust. “Yes, child. When you wake up, everything will be how it should be.”
“Okay.” Dahlia breathed nervously, nodding at the healer. “Thank you, Zir.”
Zir tsked at her but nodded, motioning for Dahlia to lay down on the medical bed. She followed the instructions, sending a nervous grin at Ragnok and Zir before she fell into unconsciousness.
Dahlia woke after the cleansing feeling sore but refreshed. Like how she would feel after a long workout. Her mind felt clear and her breaths came easier. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she had to blink spots out of her vision.
She turned slowly to find Zir watching her with a critical eye, seeming satisfied with what she saw she gave a nod.
“How long was I asleep?” Dahlia croaked, her voice sounding scratchy but somehow more melodious than before.
“Just under four hours, child. Here, sit up.” Zir answered, moving forward to help Dahlia into an upright position.
She swayed slightly and blinked away the dizziness that threatened her. “Could I have a mirror, please?”
Zir wordlessly conjured a mirror in front of Dahlia and the young girl couldn’t help her gasp as she took in her appearance. The same bright green eyes stared back at her, but a much softer almond shape. Her facial features were delicate and almost elvish. Her hair fell to her shoulders in tamed black ringlets that reminded her of Andromeda. She noticed that it shimmered auburn in certain light and smiled. She’d known that the messy ebony hair she’d had before wasn’t her natural but a part of her feared it wouldn’t change after the cleansing.
She no longer needed glasses to see and for that she was thankful, she quickly discarded the broken spectacles.
She tilted her head and surveyed her body. Her skin had lightened at least two shades, and freckles had appeared all over. She was petite but no longer looked malnourished and stunted, for which she was thankful. In the before, by the time he’d gotten to Gringotts it had been too late to heal that particular damage. The cursed scar on her forehead was nothing but a faint white mark that was barely noticeable.
She gave a relieved sigh and her shoulders dropped. “Thank you, Healer Goblin. May your enemies fall upon your blade.”
Zir gave her a curious look and a wicked grin. “And may yours never see you coming. I have a few potions that you will need to take over the next few weeks, I have left that information with Ragnok.”
Dahlia blinked at the unusual phrase, something she’d never heard from a goblin before, but nodded in thanks before returning to Ragnoks office.
Ragnok gave her a toothy grin from the other side of the desk. “You look much better Heiress Potter-Black. Now to claim your heirships.” He pulled out five boxes and gestured for her to take a seat.
Dahlia shifted in her seat with anticipation, after this she would be able to move around much more comfortably in the wizarding world. With the Potter and Peverell Ladyship’s she would be effectively emancipated. Dumbledore would no longer be her magical guardian and then that would be a weight off of her shoulders.
She technically wouldn’t need a guardian at all after this but she wanted to live with Sirius and Remus, wanted to know what it was like to grow up around them as she’d never gotten the chance in the before.
“First, the Potter Ring.” Ragnok picked up the box with the ornate red and gold ring sitting, the Potter crest displayed proudly. She tentatively picked up the ring, slipping it onto her third finger on her left hand. Magic buzzed through her, it felt like spring and wine. She felt the magic reach out to her, judging her, before it surged forward, filling her to the brim. She gasped as the ring accepted her and shrunk to size on her finger.
“And now the Peverell-“ And so it went. Once all five rings sat happily on her fingers, ladyships on her middle and heirships on her pinky, she let out a relieved sigh.
“I welcome you, Lady Potter-Peverell. Heiress Black-Slytherin.” Ragnok said, nodding in satisfaction and putting the boxes away.
“Just Lady Potter will do for now, or Miss Potter-Black.” Dahlia said with a small laugh at the absurd amount of titles she now held.
“Very well, Lady Potter.” Ragnok said, clasping his hands together over his desk.
“Now my parents will’s, what happened to them?” Dahlia questioned, already knowing the answer.
“They were sealed by the Chief Warlock.” Ragnok answered promptly.
“Is there any way I can unseal them and have them read?”
“Of course, Lady Potter.”
“Good.” Dahlia sighed in relief. They quickly listened to the wills and the contents had her blood boiling. She gritted her teeth. “I would like a copy to be sent to Amelia Bones at the DMLE as soon as possible along with proof that Sirius Black is my sworn Godfather and blood adopted father meaning he would be dead if he’d really done what he’s been imprisoned for.”
“It will be done.” Ragnok said, already penning a letter.
“Thank you.” Dahlia said gratefully, giving a forced smile. “Now about the portkey to Peverell Manor…?”
Ragnok grunted. “Yes we can do it, for a price.”
“Take all expenses for today out of the Peverell vault, with a few hundred galleons for your discretion.” Dahlia replied, nodding her head. “Might I also get a coin purse connected to my vaults?”
“Of course, Lady Potter. Anything else?” Ragnok questioned with a frown.
“Not today, Master Ragnok.” Dahlia said, already thinking of all the things she would need to get done before going to Hogwarts. “May your gold ever flow and may your enemies fall on your blade.”
Ragnok gave a threatening smile. “May your ventures be prosperous.”
Dahlia nodded, mind once again caught on the unusual greeting. But instead of asking she quickly made her way out of the bank after collecting her potions, portkey, and coin purse.
She had some shopping to do.