Chapter 8
Dumbledore looked at the ICW members. They had entered his office guided by Minerva and now they were removing things from their shelves so
-Can I ask what is the reason for this lack of respect?
-Mr. Dumbledore. Because Lady Potter has been claimed by ICW after a serious case of mistreatment against her has been proven, we have come to claim all the relics that came out of her vaults. Other agents are inspecting your home right now Mr. Dumbledore
Dumbledore picked up the scroll and began to read it as they grabbed the things and placed them in a trunk in the center of the room. The books that he had taken from the Black and Potter vaults, the relics that protected his office, the Pensieve, ...
-I'm the girl's magical tutor! You can't take her out of the country without my permission! - The vault key flew into the wizard's hand, who frowned upon seeing a set of keys attached to it.
-Lady Potter has already been relocated to another country, a country that I do not know for the safety of the young woman- the man looked at the keys- According to the Goblins you only have three vaults, whose keys are they?
- Hogwarts is a haven for many! Many minors without parents know that the director keeps his keys! - Minerva shouted, upset by what they were doing
-Yeah ... Emilia- a witch approached- Take this to Gringotts, I want a report of removals of all the vaults to which these keys belong
-Yes sir.
-You have no right ...!
The man glared at them. So much so that they both fell silent while another member took the small trunk and left the room. The room was considerably emptier and witnesses would swear that Phineas Black's portrait looked proud and smug.
- The only reason you are not arrested for cooperating for inaction in the abuse of Lady Potter is that you two have not broken a law in your country. But keep talking and I'll take you to Iceland. International magic law applies there and you would spend what is left of your life in the Ice Mansion
If the English had Azkaban, the ICW had the Ice Mansion. A magical prison where prisoners could roam freely, indeed, they could theoretically escape. But that place was as close as possible without killing them to the North Pole. The prisoners wore thick woolen robes and there was always a magical fire accompanying them. A chain to bind them to a place
If the prisoners left the perimeter, the fire would go out and only reignite if they entered again. Furthermore, the Ice Mansion was in the center of a dead zone for magic due to a gigantic runic barrier of blood.
Freedom was always within reach, but they could never exceed the distance necessary to reach it. In a sense it was worse than Azkaban.
In Azkaban you lost your mind after a while and you stopped noticing the conditions in which you lived, you fell into a trance. In the Ice Mansion you were fully aware at all times of what was happening, of your confinement, of your inability to escape. Always aware until you died. In a bleak and icy cold with no chance of escape
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Natasha looked at the girl. She had consulted him and she was very serious
-Do you want to change your appearance?
-Yes, you are a spy. I guess you have tricks. But, to avoid being found, I would like to change a little. After all "Haresa Potter" she has short curly hair, her eyes are green and bright like emeralds and her forehead is adorned with a lightning scar.
The spy looked at her and then went to her bedroom to get a box. From inside she pulled out several boxes of dye and a large makeup case. Said case was four times the size of it when it was opened.
-It will be pretty basic, but for your first public appearances it will be fine. Don't your people have makeup?
-We use spells for that, glamors and so on. But any magician would notice it if I used one, furthermore, its continued use can cause abrasions on the skin.
-Why? I didn't think magic could harm the wearer
-Would you have no problems if you never took off a piece of clothing? No matter how soft and comfortable it is at first? - Haresa smiled.- The magic of the body and the one that forms a spell are different. Therefore, although one can go over the other, problems arise in the end
- It's amazing you know that. - Natasha said.
Haresa remembered Padma and Pavarti's conversations in her bedroom. Hermione wouldn't let her hang out with them much, but she could hear them. They were fantastic at subjects Hermione hated
-Well, let's start. I think you should change your hair from black to auburn, more similar to Tony's dark brown and with a hint of your mother's red. For the eyes you would have to graduate your eyesight again, it shows that you do not use your correct graduation. Maybe colored lenses?
Haresa tensed. She hasn't told anyone
-How do you know they are not of the correct graduation?
-It's easy for a spy to see. - Natasha shrugged- Is there a way to change your hair? You know, straighten it a bit or make it longer
-I could lengthen it with a potion easily, but the curl won't go away. It is believed that someone cursed the Potters and that is why we all have such curly and untamed hair. I'm serious, no spell works for long to tame him. It doesn't get better the longer it is and no muggle medium changes it. The only thing we have managed to do successfully is change its color.
-Do people curse entire families with things like that? - Haresa thought that people in the past had a lot of free time. The truth was that there were other curses much worse, the Greengrass was a good example. They just had to deal with curly hair.
-And for the scar?
- You think you're the only one with scars? You can wear an adhesive patch and cover with makeup. Professional makeup artists do. And later you can get a tattoo or use your hair to cover it
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Tony watched his daughter marvel at wearing the correct prescription lenses. It was a little weird not seeing her green eyes in favor of a greenish brown. Plus the hair that now cascaded down her back and had been dyed auburn with reddish tints.
- At least then I will not be recognized by the naked eye. Haresa smiled a little as she looked at Tony. --- Am I pretty now?
-You are my daughter, being pretty is in our genes
She laughed and Tony felt her shoulders lighten, the man relaxed as he looked at her. She was better this way. On the other hand Sirius was having problems, he was too weak and would need to be in the hospital for quite some time
Tony had already explained to Haresa who Sirius was and she would like to visit him soon.
-By the way, your new identity has arrived. Legal for both the muggle side and the magical side- Tony held up a passport.- From today you are legally Cassiopeia Lycoris Stark
-I like it.- Haresa hugged her father-It's beautiful