Gringotts pt3
Carmilla sat down on the infirmary cot as she waited for the healer to arrive, thinking about the Philosopher's Stone.
'Made out of human lives, huh?' she pondered, not sure what to make of the fact.
On the one hand, she should be horrified to think of death on such a scale, but what did she know of death? She should be mortified at the thought of using lives to active her goals, but were they still alive like that?
On the other hand, the stone was her ticket to a new life. By using the stone, she would be giving those souls a purpose. And what is to say they would hate her for it?
She also had to acknowledge that she couldn't find it in her to care. She couldn't care that people lost their lives to make the stone; she didn't know a single one.
She wondered if something was wrong with her, then reminded herself that she lived by the rule of 'survival,' she did everything in her life to increase her chances of survival. Thus, she decided that she would indeed use the stone, and never forget the sacrifice to both make it, and help her pass through the Gate.
Hearing approaching footsteps, she looked up to see Tai-Lon.
"Hello, Lady Kimblee, I am Tai-Lon, and I am the Healer that has been assigned to your case." the goblin greeting, smiling at the confusion on her face.
"I thought you were a teller, Sir?"
"Every Goblin is trained in two to three arts, mandatory is combat, and I choose healing as my second ma'am. I was asked to guide you to the conference room as you believed someone intended you harm. And seeing the results of the Inheritance Test, I agree with you. Ironfang has trained as a warrior, solicitor, and healer himself. You have no idea the storm you've unleashed on the wizards by naming him your proxy; he's one of our best."
Tai-Lon explained, setting down a bowl with a white potion.
"What is that?"
"This potion is Goblin made only and allows us to see your full medical history. Every injury, illness, or another status that has affected you throughout your life will be recorded with this potion. It only requires three drops of blood, if you will?" Tai-Lon handed her a needle, which she used to prick her finger quickly.
"Since you specified that it was Nation only, I assume you don't use this for everyone?"
"No, we do not, but as you intend to leave through the Gate, we have little time to waste, and a full diagnostic check-up would take up to three days." the Goblin told her as he placed a scroll into the potion. "This will take five minutes to soak in fully. Is there anything that you would like to discuss in the meantime?" he asked as Ironfang entered with a notepad.
"This is for building the case against my abusers, right?"
"Yes?"
"Where should I begin?"
"Wherever you feel is best."
Carmilla took a deep breath, reminding herself that the goblins weren't like the humans that had caused her pain in the past, that they would help her before she began.
"For as long as I can remember, the Dursleys have abused me in some fashion. Most often, it was Vernon beating me for some slight; sometimes, it was just because he was bored. I was forced to do chores in one day that would take a normal person two, and if I failed, I was hit, and if I succeeded, I was hit. My food rations were horrid while they feasted. If I was lucky, I got a sandwich every two days. Water once a day. Baths were once a week. They made me cook as soon as I could see over the stovetop with a stool, and never got any of it. My 'bedroom' was a 4x6 cupboard under the stairs."
Carmilla summarized, she honestly didn't want to go into detail if she didn't have to.
The goblins growled at this, children were a treasure more precious than gold and knowing that humans would harm a child like that pissed them off. The Dursleys would face the Nation for there crimes.
As would Dumbledore, as he was responsible for her placement.
"Lady Kimblee, did they ever, I must ask, were you ever touched inappropriately?" Tai-Lon asked it would, of course, be revealed by the test, but that didn't mean she was aware of it, thus his question.
"No, thankfully, I am a light sleeper as you could imagine, have been for quite a while," Carmilla assured as she saw the potion flash white.
Tai-Lon took the scroll out of the bowl and felt relief flood him as he scanned the parchment, no sexual assault.
Status Potion
Location: Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley, London England
Date: June 23, 1993
Name of Subject: Carmilla Vermilion Potter
Birth: July 31, 1980, Saint Mungo's Hospital, England
Father: Zolf J Kimblee, The Crimson Lotus Alchemist, blood father
Father: James Charles Potter, adoption/step-father, declared heir by magic
Mother: Lillian "Lilly" Ann Evan-Potter
Age: 12
Height: 4'11
Weight: 75
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green (glamor), dichromatic gold (left eye) and green (right eye)
Injuries Sustained By Carmilla Potter
Broken Arm (left) at ages 4, 6, 7, 9
Broken Arm (right) at ages 3,5,8,10,12
Spinal fracture at ages 5,7,8 vertebra C7, T10, and L5
Skull fracture age 7
Broken Leg (left, tibia) age 7
Broken Leg (right, femur) age 8
Bones in the Arm (right) banished by a spell at age 12, bones regrown
Right hand burned, 2nd degree, age 4
Illness sustained by Carmilla Potter
Common cold ages 4,6,7,8,9
pneumonia ages 4,5,7,8,9
Abnormal Status
Horcrux, placed by Tom Marvolo Riddle/Lord Voldemort
Obliviate, placed by Albus Dumbledore
end of test
Carmilla looked over the list at Tai-Lon's promoting, the rage in his eyes damning for the Dursleys, not that she cared, and nodded.
"Sound's about right on the arms and legs, didn't know about the skull and spine fractures though. I learned to ignore the pain because I wouldn't get breaks, just beatings. I never saw medical attention ever. Could my magic have helped? I never really noticed accidental magic like I heard others talk about." she asked.
"Yes, your magic more than likely internalized to ensure your survival. You're lucky you didn't become an Obscurus. Now, we must remove the Horcrux immediately."
"What's an Obscurus, and what's a Horcrux?"
Ironfang answered her, his expression grim, "An Obscurus is a dark creature created when a magical child is abused and begins to repress their magic, whether by physical or psychological abuse. Eventually, a parasitic negative entity will manifest as a separate being that is violent and destructive in its fury at the world. The Obscurial, the manifested being, often lashes out at whatever distresses the host."
"A Horcrux," Tai-Lon began, "is the foulest, darkest magic ever created, as it's the act of tearing apart one's soul to escape death. The creation of such a thing can only occur by committing the act of murder, followed by a spell and horrific act performed soon after the murder. We must remove it from you as a living Horcrux never been seen before, and we do not know how it is affecting your health Lady Kimblee."
Carmilla felt rage and disgust boil in the pit of her stomach, how dare someone do something so foul to her?
"I want it gone, now, please!" she demanded, eyes pleading.
"We will, ma'am, give me twenty minutes to prepare so that we may safely remove it."
The whole affair of the Horcrux's destruction was simple, a quick ritual that was to cleanse the object, in her case, a person of dark magics.
The cleansing itself had left her feeling chilled inside, but a cup of tea helped with that.
Returning to Ironfang's office after being giving a case of potions, she was ordered to take on a strict schedule that was shrunken down into a pocket-sized charm; she looked to the Goblin.
"Now that we have most of the immediate affairs out of the way, I would like to apologize that no one realized the harm you were in child."
"Don't, you've done more for me than any, Master Ironfang, that's all that matters. If there isn't anything else that needs my direct attention, I would like to get to Potter Castle; I have much to do and little time to do it."
"Just one thing, a courtesy on my part, but I took the liberty of obtaining the books you would have come needed for your next six school years, and the potions ingredients needed. It's possible that these are not the books that future teachers would have required of you, but they are the ones that have typically been used and are considered the most relevant."
The Goblin explained, handing her a shrunken trunk.
"Thank you Ironfang, at least my magic won't suffer, though I probably won't use it much, I intend to look into this alchemy, my father is an alchemist."
"We will six months before we proceed with the reading of the will, and the case against the Dursleys. Hopefully, we will have everything taken care of if we ever see you again, Lady Kimblee."
Ironfang told her as she stood and called for Dobby.
"Thank you...what is the proper Goblin greeting?"
"May your gold flow, and your enemies fall is the basic greeting and goodbye. Why?"
Carmilla smiled and bowed to him, "May your gold flow like rivers, and your enemies grant you glory in death, Ironfang."
"May your gold flow, and enemies quake in fear of you, Lady Kimblee." the Goblin returned with a bow of his own, watching as the elf took her hand and disappeared with a pop.
Looking at the files on his desk, a shark-like grin split his face.
"Now you foolish wizards, let's see how much hell I can cause for you!"
Let it be said everyone avoided Ironfang's office for the next several hours for the cackling coming within.
Carmilla took in the sight of Potter Castle with awe, while not as big a Hogwarts, the estate was beautiful and well kept.
"Miss Carmilla, shall I seek the Head Elf?"
"Yes, tell them everything, and then have them lead me to the room my mother spoke of Dobby."
She told the elf who nodded before disappearing, walking into the foyer she wondered what it would have been like to grow up here, loved instead of hated.
Finding a large den, she ran her hand along the backs of the furniture, eyeing the portraits scattered about.
Envy, she decided, was one of the worst emotions to have nipping at her heels.
"Miss Carmilla, welcome home." an ancient voice sounded behind her, and she turned to it, spotting an even older looking elf with Dobby at his side, the Potter crest on his uniform.
"Though not for long, I'm afraid, you are?" she asked.
"I am Quintus ma'am, and while I will be sad at your parting, I rejoice in knowing you are safe. Dobby has told us of the situation, and we shall await your return, Lady Carmilla." the elf informed, bowing to her.
"Did I know you then?"
"I cared for you as a newborn, as I have cared for the heirs of this family for five generations, ma'am. If you will follow me to the ritual room," Quintus smiled, large blue eyes alight with joy.
"Thank you, Quintus, for your long service to the family."
"It has been my pleasure, my Lady."
The ancient elf led them to a room filled with runic arrays, littering the floor, walls, and ceiling.
"Lady Potter left a chest over there for you, Miss Carmilla. This is where Dobby and I shall leave you, as we cannot go with you through the Gate."
Carmilla nodded to them as she walked over to the simple black wooden box, lifting the lid to reveal a red velvet interior and a glowing, pulsing red stone in the center.
Tacked to the inside of the lid was a note.
Carmilla, to use the circle, hold the stone in hand while spilling blood onto it, I already primed it. It'll take you to the Gate. Good Luck, darling.
Moving to the center circle, she placed the orb-shaped stone in her mouth, she used a cutting hex on her palm, watching her blood fall.
The moment the first drop hit the array, it light with a hellish red and she felt like someone pulled on her insides as wind ripped through the room.
In a flash, she was gone, and in the headmaster's office, several instruments blew up.
Too bad he wouldn't learn of it for several days.