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Hello my name is Rosalie Potter. Me and my brother Harry are magical. Fun. When we were babies our parents were murdered by a psychopath, and he tried to murderus but couldn't. Why? No reason. We survived, and the reason was never explained.So yeah, my questions were never actually answered. Now we finally are going to Gringotts. The first time Hagrid didn't let me ask the goblin anything, and believe me I had questions.
When we were three we were adopted by a French couple, they took us to France,and taught us French, then we were taught English, so we lived there.But then they had their own baby, so they returned us to the foster system, I still don't get how Hagrid got from England to France.
The second time we came we were rushed by the Weasleys, I never liked them, butHarry did and I couldn't leave him. We were literally taken out of a foster home by a flying car. I never wanted to leave, I was perfectly happy in France, we were living in a foster home that wasnt even that bad. But then the twins and the Weasel, that's what I call Ron in my mind. I never liked him, but he was Harry's best friend so I had to put up with him. So they picked us up and took off to England. They fed us too much heavy food, and it was really loud, like terribly loud. I wanted to leave, but Harry didn't, and I couldn't leave him.
In third year Sirius Black, a serial killer, escaped Azkaban, and wanted to kill us apparently. I guess he wanted to kill us because he served Voldemort or some shit, I always thought that Voldy Moldy wanted to kill us himself. So we couldn't go now either. This was just an ideotic reason not to go, but I was so scared I didn't really want to get out of my room. By the way, Sirius wasn’t actually there to kill us, and he wasn't a serial killer. He was framed by Peter Petigru.
So now I finally can go to Gringotts, some time before the Weasels wanted to pick us up to go to the Quidditch World Cup. I never actually liked Quidditch, it just doesn't make any sense. I mean it's the same as if you play football, in the air, which is fun, with a bunch of basketball balls flying at the players, that is also fun! Then there is a person who chases a flying tennis ball, and if catches the whole team wins. And please dont tell me that it makes sense, it is utterly idiotic. So now the story. I decided to finally go to Gringotts, and dragged Harry with me. Because like yeah.
“Hi” I said when we came to one of the goblins “we are here about the Potter vaults” “Good day, I will call the Potter accountant shortly” answered the creepy goblin. “Pourquoi sommes-nous ici?(Why are we here?)” asked my dear brother Harry. “Parce que j'ai des questions(because i have questions)” “
Et je veux qu'on leur réponde, de préférence avec toilà-bas(I want them answered, preferably with you there)”
“Hello, my name is Griphook, I am the Potter accountant” said the goblin that came near to us “I am quite surprised you didn't answer any of our letters”
“Letters? We didn't get any letters” I said, surprised.
“I think we should go to my office,” he said, gesturing to us to follow him. We followed him, until we came to the door with the golden sign “Potter”.
“First you will need to complete a Blood Identification ritual” Harry looked a bit pale. “It’s a fairly common procedure, so you don't have to worry” Harry didn't seem to want to move much, I didn't move “Who would like to go first?” Harry obviously didn't want to.
“Fine, I will go first,” I answered.
“Great, prick your finger on the needle and all the things you need will go down on the parchment. '' I did what I was told.
Name: Rosalie Lillian Potter-Peverell
Status : half-blood
Father(s) : James Charlus Potter (pureblood) (deceased)
Mother(s) : Lillian Juliet Potter nee Evans(muggleborn) (deceased)
Godfather(s): Lucius Abraxas Malfoy (pureblood) (alive)
Godmother(s) : Bellatrix Druella Lestrange nee Black (pureblood) (alive)(imprisoned)
Sibling(s): Harrison James Potter-Peverell(older twin) (pureblood)(alive)
Safes and properties: Potter manor, Peverrel castle, safe numbers: 445, 345, 982, 376,
672
Titles:
Lady Peverell
Lady Potter
Family gift(s):
Parseltongue(Peverell family gift)(block removed)
Animagic(Potter family gift)(50% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Artifactory(Potter family gift)(25% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Runes(Potter family gift) (65% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Necromancy (Peverell family gift)(100% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Potions in Blood:
Level 1 potion of friendship(aimed Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginevra
Weasley)(by Albus Dumbldore)
Level 1 Amortentia(aimed Ronald Weasley)
Level 1 potion of apathy(aimed Slytherin house)(by Albus Dumbldore)
Level 1 potion of Hatred(aimed Tom Riddle)(by Albus Dumbldore)
“Putain de merde(Fucking shit)” came from Harry. Wow, I did not expect that to happen.
“Je savais qu'il se passait quelque chose de louche(I knew something shady is going on)” I exclaimed “maintenant, c'est à votre tour(now you)”
“Quoi?! Non(What?! No!)” he exclaimed. Seriously? Even now? Right in front of the goblin, I'm sorta confused. And weirded out.
“I'm sorry if we are being rude’ I told the goblin, I just noticed he's still here “It's just we’re more comfortable speaking French, we could switch to English if you like”
“Oh no, it's fine” answered Griphook “us goblins can speak multiple languages”
“Great!” I said, than turning to Harry “Maintenant, ne sois pas idiot et complète l'identification du sang(Now don't be an idiot and complete the blood identification)” seriously he was acting like a child “Qui sait quelle merde est ajoutée à ton sang(Who knows what shit is added to your blood” I added quietly.
“amende(fine)” said Harry. He pricked his finger on a needle, and his one was even worse than mine.
Name: Harrison James Potter-Peverell
Status: Half-blood
Father(s): James Charlus Potter (pureblood) (deceased)
Mother(s): Lillian Juliet Potter nee Evans(muggle-born) (deceased)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black (pureblood) (alive)(missing)
Godmother: Narcissa Alya Malfoy nee Black (pureblood) (alive)
Sibling(s) : Rosalie Lillian Potter-Peverell (younger twin) (pureblood)(alive)
Safes and properties: Potter manor, Peverrel castle, safe numbers: 445, 345, 982, 376, 672
Family gift(s):
Parseltongue(Peverell family gift)(block removed)
Animagic(Potter family gift)(75% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Artifactory(Potter family gift)(90% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Runes(Potter family gift) (77% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Necromancy(Peverell family gift) (100% blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Potions in Blood:
Level 3 potion of friendship(aimed Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginevra Weasley)(by Albus Dumbledore)
Level 2 Amortentia(aimed Ginevra Weasley)
Level 2 potion of Hatred(aimed Slytherin house)(by Albus Dumbledore)
Level 3 potion of Hatred(aimed Tom Riddle)(by Albus Dumbledore)
Level 3 Potion of Loyalty(aimed Albus Dumbledore)(by Albus Dumbledore)
Okay, that we like so much worse than mine. At least I only have level 1 potions, Harrys are like level 3. And that's like bad, really bad. So they wanted us to fall in love with Ginny and Ron, because I guess they're that terrible. I mean I never really liked any of them. I never met either Bill or Charlie, I can only hope that they are more or less likeable. Percy is the most boring person on the planet, Weasel is an insufferable person who has no manners, eats like a pig, and just doesn't have a sense of tact. And Ginny, well Ginny is really weird, in year two she just became stalkery, she looked at my brother as if he was a delicious meal that she wanted to devour, and that's when I am eleven year old. Last year she became more or less normal, but still weird. Honestly the only Weasleys I like are the twins.
“Can we remove the blocks and reverse the potions” Harry’s voice has put me out of my thoughts, now that is a good idea. Every once in a while he has a good idea, and today is that once in a while.
“Yes, of course,” answered the goblin. “Would you like to hear your parents' wills when you are done with the removals?”
“Yes” we answered in unison. “How much will that cost?” I asked.
“100 galleons each” he answered “And so it won’t come as a surprise to you, this is gonna be painful”
“Okay, thank you for telling us”
“So who would like to go first?” asked the goblin, with a strange smile.
“I will” Harry stood up. He paid, and they went into another room. I heard screaming, a lot of screaming. I guess it would be painful. While they were doing the ritual, I circled back to the time when I just came into the magical world. The most vivid memory was the sorting ceremony, yeah that was a nervous moment.
Flashback
I stood there in the great hall, I wasn’t interested in the table of the teachers, the tables of students, hell no it even the magic ceiling. No, I was very into my thoughts back then. I just wanted to fit in , I am thinking about the people of each house I have already met. Griffindoors seemed really reckless, kinda dumb, conservative people. Slytherins like entitled, snobby assholes. Hufflepuffs like friendly, nice and expecting guys. And Ravenclaws were nerds. Out of all the houses I liked Ravenclaws better.
“Potter, Harry!” yelled McGonagall, now this is an exciting moment. After a couple of minutes the hat yelled “Gryffindor!” The table started a round of applause.
“Potter, Rosalie!” Now my turn, well let's go, let's see how the Sorting Hat works. When I got to the chair, I was just creeped out. Does the hat just pick the houses at random? Is it based on our personality traits? What the hell is going on?!
“Well hello another Potter. Lets see, lets see. Hm, I see courage. eyes. But also loyalty. And oh the intelligence, you would fit right in to Ravenclaw. Now, your ambition is big, and you are not afraid to use morally wrong ways to achieve your goals. You fit in every single house. You pick”
“Ravenclaw”
“Are you sure? Cause Slytherin would help you achieve grace, you're clearly destined to. ”
“Yes, cmon lets not hold the line”
“Okay, then. I wish you luck on your way” answered the Sorting Hat “Ravenclaw!”
End of Flashback
“So we're finished,” goblin walked in, and got me out of my thoughts “Now let's proceed with you” he said looking at me. Honestly, Harry looked a bit sick, and pale. I paid and we went into a room, there were some other goblins dressed in black, ceremonial robes. He told me to take off my robe, shoes, my socks, and my jumper,and put on a ceremonial robe like on the other goblins. Then that creepy man, or not a man, told me to lie down on the table in the center. I have an idea, this might be a cult. Maybe I’m just an idiot, and this all thing is a cult that puts people under its control, and now I can say goodbye to freedom, now I will spend the rest of my days under the control of the goblins. Huh, I might break out of it for a second and commit suicide, it doesn’t take much time to fire a killing spell in your forehead. A stunning pain got me out of my thoughts. It was the most horrible pain I've ever felt. Like my blood has suddenly turned into lava, and all of my body was stabbed with daggers and poisonous needles, and then they started chanting. God I wish they didn’t, I tried to distract myself by singing Avril Livignes “My happy Ending” okay. So here goes...
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So much for happy ending
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So much for happy ending
Oh fuck this hurts so much
Let's talk this over
It’s not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something you said?
Don’t leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high on such a breakable thread
Oh god kill me now
You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything that I wanted
We were meant to be supposed to be but we lost it
And all this memo-
“AAAAHHHHH!!” I screamed, where is a Voldy when you need him?! The pain was horrible, I tried to distract myself with a song again, but I just couldn’t. The pain filled my mind, it felt as if it was in every corner of my mind, and body. It felt like my head was gonna explode, my vision went blurry, I only saw colored dots . And then,suddenly, it stopped. It was the best thing I have ever felt. I tried to get up, and I did, but really slowly I was still weak.
When I looked into the mirror, I was really pale, sweaty, with dark circles under my eyes. I slowly put on my socks and shoes, tied my jumper around my waist, and put on my robe. When I came out Harry jumped, he was obviously busy with his own, probably dark, thoughts. When I walked in he jumped up. He looked so worried “Rosalie ! Oh mon dieu j'étais tellement inquiète pour toi(Rosalie! Oh god I was so worried about you)” he said, coming to me and gently touching me in my arm. He looked much better now. He got taller, his eyes now shone brighter, he overall looked healthier.
“Now, I think we should proceed with the will readings” said the goblin interrupting us. I'm pretty sure we should get going, much more things going on.
“Yes, we should,” answered Harrison.
“Okay, I already got them out. Would you like to listen to Lilies of James’s will first?”
“James’s” I answered.
“Okay, here we play,” said the goblin presiding on the seal on top of the letter. A picture of James in a suit appeared. Then it started talking.
“I,James Charlus Potter, leave the custody of my children Harrison James Potter-Peverell, and Rosalie Lillian Potter-Peverell, along with 5000 galleons to my best friend Sirius Orion Black .Sirius, Remus you are my best friends, so I tell you this. Stop fooling around and get married already! You’ve been making googly eyes at each other since fifth year! Now, if Sirius is dead or unavailable, I want their custody, go to Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, and Narcissa Alya Malfoy. Now I’m not leaving you any money cause I know that you guys are rich, but I will leave you a yacht, my children already have enough, so I leave you that. Now, if all of them are unavailable or dead, I leave the custody of my kids to Bellatrix Druella Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus Reinhard Lestrange, along with 7000 galleons. Now, this is for my son and daughter. My babies, kids, if you’re watching I’m probably already dead. I’m really sorry that I wouldn’t protect you, but I hope that your guardian is treating you well. And, before I forget, do not, under any circumstances, give the custody of my kids to Albus Dumbldore. Now I guess I’m finished, kids behave, bye!”
And the projection had disappeared, I just found tears running down my cheeks, Harry also seemed to be needing a moment.
"Est-ce que tu vas bien?(Are you all right?)” I asked, looking at him.
“Oui(Yes)” he said “J'ai juste besoin d'un moment(I just need a moment)” After we sat for some time, I asked the goblin to unseal the second will. Well, here goes.
“I, Lillian Juliette Potter, will not say anything about custody because my husband
said it already. But, I will say that you should not blame Thomas Marvolo Riddle, or as he better known Lord Voldemort for our death, for he is my uncle. Kids, my mother was the dark lord's half sister, she was Tom Riddle's Seniors daughter, and he does care about me. He was the one who taught me many of the things I know. Now, the real man who is our killer is probably Albus Dumbldore. He made up a prophecy, I don’t know why, but he did. And my babies are the best fit for the prophecy. I am so, so sorry I couldn’t protect them. So I entrust you with it. The custody of my kids will go to Sirius Orion Black, Bellatrix Druella Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus Reinhard Lestrange, or Narcissa Alya Malfoy and Lucius Abrac... Abraxa. Do I have to say their full names? Okay. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. Okay I said it. So I’m done, and kids, I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to see you grow up. Goodbye, and I really love you” I started crying, again. When I looked at Harry he was also silently crying, he seemed not to notice it.
Now I know the truth. Screw Dumbledore, screw the Weasleys, screw everything. I want revenge, I want a family.
A new beginning will be ours. And it does not include Dumbldore.