Ok, I know a lot of y'all want some updates for my other stories, and I've been working
on them, but those stories will have to be on hold for a little while longer. This story has
been taking up residence in my mind and has made it difficult to concentrate on my other
stories for the past sever, several months. Don't worry though, now that this story has
started writing itself out, I'll be back to my other stories as soon as I can and will try to make
regular updates. More than likely for Growing Up Gotham Style I'll be rewriting it to maker it
slower paced instead of like it is now. Anyway, thank you to all the readers out there that have
read and reviewed my stories, whether on this account or on my other account, Billie23Gale.
Reading reviews is what helps and inspires me to continue to write, and it helps me to
improve my stories for any who thinks it could be better or is lacking something.

Let me stop rambling and let y'all get on with the story. Enjoy,

Wylde23Chylde

DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING of Harry Potter or the characters. The only thing I own is the name Athenisia. Oh, and the prophecy in the beginning!

Somewhere in Scotland

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was talking with his Divination's professor when she suddenly went rigid. Her voice when she spoke was deep and resonate.

"The HEIR of the FOUR shall

return, her path her own.

Her loyalties lie only with

the GRIM, MOON, SHIFTER,

DIRECTOR, DRAGON, and the

BLACK WITCH. Manilpulated

by the Light and slighted

by the Dark, the HEIR walks

the GREY path. She shall be

the ONE to defeat BOTH of

the Lords and RETURN peace

to the worlds."

Pale, the headmaster gave the witch an excuse and sent her on her way. Sitting back in his chair Dumbledore popped a Lemon Drop into his mouth, his thoughts revolving around this new prophecy and the upcoming shcool year, which would be on Reighan Potter's Fifth Year.

Little Whinging, Surrey

Reighan Athenisia-Lily Potter jerked awake with the screams of Voldemort echoing through her mind. Running a shaking hand through her thick curls Reighan searched the bed next ot her for her lover. Feeling nothing but a thin, springy mattress she froze in confusion. Casting a wandless Lumos she looked around in horror. "No, I can't be back here. I left afte Sixth Year," she whispered desperately, this time casting a wandless Tempus.

July 31, 1995 3:10 am

"I'm 15 again, what the bloody Hell is going on?" Reighan asked in disbelief. "What about my life? My family? We'd only just had Keiser."

A soft crack announced the arrival of someone in the room. Instinctively Reighan rolled off the bed, turning towards the intruder with a curse on her lips. She stopped short when she saw an old man with long white hair and a long beard. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Do no worry, child, I am not her to harm you," the wizard said calmly. "I am Myrddyn Emrys, or Merlin if you prefer. I'm here to explain why you have been sent to the past. But first I was told to tell you that your parents and godfather were extremely proud of who you became. Lily and James wish they could have raised you."

Wiping a few tears from her face Reighan asked, "Why am I here?"

"To have a second chance," Merlin said simply. "But this time around, you won't be blind to the traitors close to you."

"What are you talking about, traitors?"

"Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Granger, they've all betrayed you, except the twins, Bill and Charlie." Merlin said soflty. "Dumbledore had been stealing from your Family Vault since your parents died. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were paid to befriend you, everything you've done over the years they've been reporting to Dumbles. Ginerva Weasley was paid to seduce you, she used the love potion Amorentia on you to get you to fall in love with her. She is not the one you were meant to be with. Molly and Arthur Weasley have been paid every year since you turned 11 to take you in. Another thing Dumbles did was withhold your heritage and inheritance from you. You, Reighan Potter, are the heir to the Founder's, Morgana La Fey, and myself. Dumbles only knows about the Gryffindor heritage though."

Reighan had collapsed on the floor, feeling wave after wave of hurt, anger and shock flow through her. She couldn't believe Ron and Hermione weren't her friends, and Ginny! She'd thought they were in love, Merlin they'd had a child together.

"Were any of my friends real? Or were they all paid by that old bastard?" she asked quietly, her anger growing the more she though about the betrayal.

"Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones and Blaise Zabini were true to you," Merlin reassured. "I have not told you this to anger you, Reighan, I told you so you would know and change what happens. You will find the one you're meant to be with."

"And how am I supposed to fight off a love potion?" Reighan asked sarcastically. "Who is my soulmate?"

"You can fight off regular love potions, which you've been doing for the last year or so. But Ginerva gave you a nearly lethal dose of the strongest love potion," Merlin revealed. "As for you soulmate, you'll know when you see them. Now onto your heritage. When a person is descended from a powerful bloodline, they develop gifts that run in that bloodline. You are descended from six of the most powerful bloodlines, well actually seven since you also descend from the Blacks."

"And I have gifts from all of them?" Reighan asked a bit skeptically.

"Yes. From Gryffindor you received the Animagi gift. From Hufflepuff, Natural Healing. From Ravenclaw, Mind Arts. From Slytherin, Parseltongue/Parselmagic. From La Fey, Dark/Blood Magic. From Black, Metamorphmagus. And from myself you received Light/Wandless Magic." Merlin rattled off slowly. "Right now you can only access a very small portion, if any at all, of those gifts. Your magic has been blocked off, to get rid of the blocks visit the goblins." Merlin jumped, as if he'd suddenly realized the time and had somewhere to be. "It seems I've said all I can. Don't let revenge take over, Reighan. Use your hurt and anger to fight Lord Voldemort. Take care, young Potter, and know your ancestors are watching over you. Oh, and when you visit Gringotts after the Dementor attack, be sure to claim your heritage."

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