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Chapter One.
Resurgence.

Freya Potter sighed, the sight of the London suburbs passing by the windows of the Hogwarts Express – returning from Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, her third year; and the tale of the Infamous Prisoner Of Azkaban; Sirius Black. Her Godfather – an innocent man thought to have betrayed her parents to the Dark Lord Voldemort – when in actual fact it was Peter Pettigrew, the hailed hero that gave his life to stop Sirius Black. In actual fact, the coward had managed to frame Sirius into the position he was in, having spent the last decade or so locked in the pits of Azkaban Prison; himself now a on-the-run wanted criminal. They had the Rat – Pettigrew, an animagus of a common brown rat that for the decade her Godfather had rotted in Azkaban he grew fat on the food that her friend, his family Ronald Weasley – the Weasley family fed him, thinking him their pet. She thought that finally she had a family, somewhere were she could finally call home and family- yet through her own inadequacies and lack of power/ training – the words of a hateful Potions Master – she had lost both the revenge that would have come to seeing the real traitor put behind bars, or best given to the Dementors and the freedom of her God-father. It had resolved her to finally come out of her shell – she would work as hard as she can until finally she was strong enough to stop things like this from happening.
Freya was smart – smarter than most thought of her, and if she truly admitted to herself, smarter than all in her year. She had took Divination – on the suggestion of her friend Ronald Weasley, though using that spare time, and that of History she had self taught herself both Arithmancy and Ancient Runes – to the level of all her other subject; 5th year. She could easily have sat for her Owls – but because of where she lived, the conditioning of the Dursleys and their abuse she had severe self confident issues, having always had to do her best at doing her worst – else she receive the wrath and punishment of her Uncle for doing better than their precious Dudley. It was why, for the past year or so Freya had been learning from the books she found in the Chamber of Secrets – spells she knew where dark and dangerous, meant for one thing, and one thing only; Death. Had she been brave enough to act, to show her true self and used what she knew then perhaps she would have been able to prevent the rat from escaping. It was her mistake and a mistake that she wouldn't repeat.
"Write to us this Holiday Freya – you to Ronald." Hermione spoke, gathering her books together – having already started on the summers load of homework assigned to them.

"Yes Hermione I will." Freya answered. "Though we will be seeing each other at Ron's – the Quidditch World Cup." Freya reminded Hermione – the trio having received word from the Weasley patriarch that he had secured them each a ticket – save for Molly whom wasn't a fan of the wizarding game and that they where invited to stay the week before hand and afterwards where they would be escorted to Diagon Alley for purchase of their school supplies for the coming fourth year. Ronald grunted in response – having already stuffed a sandwich or something into his mouth and was making his way out of the compartment. "Enjoy your summer Hermione."

"You to Freya!" Hermione waved goodbye heading over to her parents – the pair splitting on the muggle side of the platform already having wished Ronald a good bye. Freya moved off to the exit that, normally her purpled face – walrus – of an uncle would be waiting for her. This time however her uncle was nowhere to be seen, Freya sitting down on her trunk with Hedwig by her side. Either two things happened, the first; her Uncle was simply running late, the second he had finally had enough of her "Freakiness" and decided that Freya would no longer be welcomed in his house. Personally Freya thought it the second one – a fact she had pointed out to Dumbledore at their annual meeting – these Freya used to try and beg him to let her stay anywhere – he never gave, nor the reason why it was so important for her to stay in an abusive household. Not that he actually cared – he refused to her anything of it and brushed it off. The scars that littered her back said other wise. It was now a waiting game for the next hour or so.
-/ time skip \\-

"Privet Drive. Little Whinging, Surrey." the conductor of the Night-Bus spoke as the triple-decker purple bus, for the stranded witch or wizard came to an abrupt stop.

"Thanks Stan, Ernie." Freya spoke to the pair. "Weird, voodoo head thing." its echoing laughter as she stepped off and stand placed her trunk on the road – the bus shooting off, vanishing into the distance as Freya grabbed her trunk and started down the path towards her relatives home. Hedwig was off hunting for her meal – so she didn't have to worry about her Uncle throwing her around in the cage.

Freya stopped, brought out of her musings as a cold chill crept over her body. Something was definitely wrong and it was finally that Freya notice she had been walking in complete darkness – the lights of the street having given out back near the actual street entrance where she was dropped off by the Night-Bus. Freya dropped her trunk – pulling her wand and shrinking it, not bothering if muggles saw her. Now was not the time to worry about that, and as she walked closer to her relatives house and noticed that each house she was passing – the front door was blown open. The feeling of dread as she got closer and closer.

"Well – how do we have here." Freya spun – walking out from around the side of Mrs Figgs house, five men – three behind two at the front. Though Freya couldn't say who any of them where – each wearing a set of black and mid-night purple robes, hoods pulled up and plain black masks on that hid their faces from view. "Freya Potter – took us a while, but we finally managed to find your little hideaway here, your Uncle and Aunt where very cooperative, told us all about you – that fat pig son of theirs too." the man laughed. "Played with them for a while – you weren't home so we had fun with the rest of the filthy muffles here in this nice little cul-de-sac." he clucked his tongue. "But now your here – and we've got orders to bring you in alive. So make it easy and -"

Freya didn't give him time to finish, snapping her wand up and sending a bone exploding curse that struck him right between the eyes – his head, for a split second hold the look of pure shock, exploded into a red mist of gore that splattered all over the equally shocked group. Two more, Freya managing to cast that caught one on the leg, his bones slicing through his flesh leaving some sticking out. The second – the man it was about to hit, growled and pulled the headless body in the path of it. Throwing it aside and casting back at Freya.

"Avada Kedavra." the emerald green spell erupted and flew straight toward Freya – summoning a thick plank of wood and banishing it towards the group whilst running back to her relatives house as more spells flew by her head and splashed against the house wall. Some gouging chunks away other blowing holes in the wall.

"No you fools – the master wants her alive!" a faceless man called out. Seemingly ignored by the others – more spells came tearing through the house. Freya ducking behind the kitchen counter – her eyes glancing and catching sight of the horrified look forever etched into her relatives stone dead faces. Ones of pain and anguish in their last minutes. A spell smashing close brought her back to the now – quickly casting over the counter top, a wide area banishing spell that seemed to catch whomever was there and roughly tossed him back outside the house.

"Crucio!" the blinding pain of the torture curse striking her – nerves feeling like a knife was slowly splitting them all, pain but nothing like Riddles had been. A flick of her wand and the considerable size of her uncle's dead body slammed against the man, ending the spell and his life with a sickening snap as he was slammed against the corner of the wall and his neck caught between it and her uncle's size. Standing and running to the other side of the living room – her ears catching the sound of a blasting hex being cast from behind the wall – a hastily cast shield took the brunt of the wall erupting but still Freya was thrown back against the far wall. Her head buzzing, the world spinning and her wand lost somewhere in the rubble.

"Little Cunt!" somebody grabbed her roughly and struck her with the back of his hand – landing a solid kick to her ribs that definitely broke one or two. Freya acting on instinct thrust her hand out and the man was banished off his feat, flying backwards crashing into and through the cupboard under the stairs where she used to sleep. Off in the distance several pops sounded.

"Freya!" the call, the familiar voice of her Godfather.

"Bitch!" the man pushed himself out of the rubble.

"Sirius!" Freya gasped, seeing her godfather entering into the house – just as another shout rang out "Avada Kedavra!" Sirius watching in horror as the Killing Curse leapt and struck Freya in the chest, throwing her back against the far wall.

"NO!" Sirius roared, his wand snapping off a dark curse, the result the attackers head rolling to the Ground ahead of his actual body still standing, twitching before it caught up and crumpled to the floor. Sirius rushing through, Dumbledore behind him stilling at the sight, Freya's lifeless form in Sirius' arms, the man sobbing trying to shake her awake – her once bright emerald green eyes now dull and void of everything. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, please, merlin no..." Sirius kept mumbling, shaking her form but nothing...

"Sirius -" Dumbledore started, stopping as both he and Sirius where forced away from Freya's body – a magical shock-wave erupting, her eyes flaring back to life as the infamous Lightening Bolt scar on her forehead cracked open – rupturing and spilling with, not only a large amount of blood but also a large, floating – swirling mass of black liquid smoke that radiated a foul, loathsome magic that repulsed all those around; Freya's voice erupted from her throat, a blood curdling scream, her body arching off the ground before the smog seemed to explode, blasting throughout the house, only Dumbledore's quick reactions, raising the strongest, golden shield that stained under the assault of the magic that was rolling off Freya's body in wave after wave. One final slam and the shield shattered, forcing both men to the floor – Freya's body slumping to the ground, still and unmoving.
Sirius moved over to Freya's body. "She's... Albus! She's alive!" Dumbledore nodded, quickly grabbing a piece of broken wood and tapping it with his wand before looking at Sirius.

"You're going to Hogwarts. The Infirmary – Madam Pomfrey will be there, stay with her. I'll be there shortly." Sirius nodded, catching the piece of wood, the portkey activating and in a flash the pair vanished from the ruins of Number #4 Privet Drive. Looking around at the mass of destruction and death that lay around - "How?" Dumbledore whispered aloud to himself. How had they found Freya Potters residence – he had made sure that all information surrounding Miss Potter, her family and relatives where seal under the Chief Warlocks office. Powerful charms, that he himself had done meant that anyone trying to access the information would be warded off and he would know who and when. Several times before people had tried in the early days after the end of the war, he had blocked them all and that of the Ministry from unsealing the information – always on the advice and warnings that there where still threats out there to Miss Potter's life. Now... this was indeed very, very troubling.
Already he could feel the tattered remains of the ever quickly and failing blood wards that he had set up after delivering Miss Potter as a child. The advantage of having her here under the protections had failed – another question as to the How? The Blood Wards where designed to repel any and all that sought entry into the area with intent to harm Miss Potter, a theory that perhaps they had managed it by coming to capture her alive and well – once inside the Wards wouldn't have done anything. So much death and carnage.

"Albus... Albus!... ALBUS!" the old man snapping out of his thoughts, Kingsley Shacklebolt standing there – his wand out and a very serious and grave looking on his face.

"Kingsley?" Dumbledore asked, in question to the state of the condition that the outside street was in.

"This isn't good Albus – I, not even you can sweep this aside." Kingsley told him gravely, the pair walking out into the deserted muggle street. A quick look back, it was a wonder how the house didn't collapse on them, the front completely destroyed – showing the inside of the house. Looking around at the numerous other house's – each with their doors missing and he knew without guessing that anyone that was to be found inside the homes where long since dead in the most heinous way. "We have Auror Dawlish laying dead there – one of the Minister's personal protection aurors. Around us – Dawlish included that amounts to four dead, with one escaping. Inside the house, Albus its one of the Carrow twins; Alecto. The other two – are unknown."

"No doubt the one that escaped would have been Amycus." Dumbledore stated. "The twins where never ones to travel without the other – Amycus will undoubtedly seek vengeance on Miss Potter."

"I need to call Madam Bones – no doubt she'll be wanting to question Miss Potter." Kingsley stated.

"Very well, I shall take my leave back to Hogwarts. Please inform Madam Bones." Dumbledore stated, Kingsley nodded before Albus vanished with a soft, almost silent crack. Kingsley sighed, the night was only to get longer.

-|| Time Skip. ||-

~ Time to wake up sweetheart.~ Freya felt incredibly peaceful, safe and comfortable – more so than she had ever before in her life. It was hard to think of a reason why she would stay here, in this bliss. ~ Come on, Sweetheart – there isn't much time left.~ this caused Freya to grown, sitting up – her eyes wide in shock and disbelief at the sight of two people in-front of her. The closest, sitting on the crisp white bed, the other standing beside her and both looking at her with loving, proud smiles.

~Mummy?~ The woman sitting beside her – bright red hair that flowed in soft, silky waves down her back, matching bright emerald green eyes glistening back into Freya's. A soft smile, and standing behind her, a tall man, broad shoulders and round glasses sitting on his nose, behind them soft brown eyes that glistened to. ~Daddy?~ the pair smiled and nodded, Freya scrambling and engulfing them both in a tight and fierce grip. Her mother and father too both clinging back and soft crying in happiness.

~shhh, my darling little girl. Everything's going to be alright, but we need to speak as we don't have long.~ Lily Potter spoke to her daughter Freya, pulling back. ~ this is a rare opportunity, and we need to talk about some things first.~

~ What things? ~ Freya asked confused.

~ things are going to start changing Freya – you need to step out of the shadow you have been hiding in.~ Lily told her daughter with James Potter nodding along.

~ Sirius will be there for you, trust in him and trust in yourself, you strong – so very strong. It's time to show the world.~ James smiled and nodded at his daughter.

~ It's time for you to go back.~ Lily smiled,cupping her daughter cheek and brushing away the tear that ran down. ~shh, its not you time. Not yet – you still have a long life to lead. Don't be afraid of who you are, we're already so proud of you. Find love, life life to the fullest. Promise us that Freya ~

Freya nodded back to her mum. ~ I promise. ~ she vowed already feeling herself slip backwards as the brilliant white light surrounding them started to fade.

~ Remember trust yourself, trust Sirius – learn from Dumbledore but do not trust the old man. ~ her father told her.

~ Wait, I don't understand?~ Freya called out.

~ you will. ~ her parents voice echoed as the world or wherever that was faded into darkness and she was lost to the void.

Freya slowly awoke – the bed wasn't the comfy one she remembered, instead she knew instantly that it was the stiff, uncomfortable bed in the Infirmary Wing of Hogwarts School; the incredibly itchy blanket that Freya thought where purposefully there to insure that comfort was the last thing available. Around her – the curtain dividers having been placed around – from a small crack in-between them she could see the windows, the Valley and the mountains in the distance and the sun barely breaking the clouds. So she guessed that it was early in the morning – just before dawn. Extremely early for herself – having never been a morning person though, now she felt incredible. There was no exhaustion that she would normally feel – no slight throbbing headache that was her normal. No Freya Potter was totally fine – better than fine, feeling excellent. She looked at her hands, arms – no blemishes that where there from the fight, of that she remembered everything from the feeling of dread at arriving home to the spells she had used and... her parents. The promise, the vow she had made.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed – noticing that below her, curled in a ball was the large grim that she remembered well. Kneeling down, running her hands through the soft fur – the dog whimpering slightly. "Shh, Sirius." the eyes snapped open, suddenly Freya was on her back as the dog pounced on her – laughing as Sirius licked at her face. "Yuck, mutt – get off me." Sirius allowed her to push him off before changing back. "Freya!" Sirius shouted pulling her back to her feet and into a fierce hug. "You had me scared half way to the grave."

"I'm fine, Sirius." Freya laughed, pulling away from Sirius and looking at him. Frowning. "You need a shower and a shave – also a goods night sleep. Have you been awake all night?"

Sirius looked slightly uneasy. "Kid, you should sit back down."

frowning, Freya sat on the edge of the bed – Sirius next to her sighing deeply. "You've been in a coma for the past four weeks."

"Four weeks!" Freya gasped. "What the hell?"

"How much do you remember from the final moments of the fight at you relatives home?" Sirius asked, Freya thinking back.

"... you called out – then I was hit with... a banishing hex, I think before blacking out." Freya spoke, Sirius shook his head in reply.

"You where hit with the Killing Curse -" Freya's eyes bulged, quickly connecting the dots. ~that's why she had seen her parents~

"I... I was dead." She looked at Sirius. "Wasn't I?"

breathing in deeply and looking concerned Sirius nodded. "Yes, you where – but then you came back, you screamed as your scar split open. There was blood everywhere; then something spewed from your scar."

"What?"

"I don't know." Sirius admitted, Freya very concerned about whatever that was. "I think Dumbledore knows but he's been mute about it for the last three weeks. Madam Pomfrey declared you healthy on the third day afterwards."

"Then why the coma?" curiously asking Sirius.

"Your magic." at Freya's confused face Sirius explained. "Something – I suspect whatever was in your scar – was leeching you magic, with it expelled from you body you had a sudden surge of magic from your core – this jump started a very early and premature Magical Maturity."

"Magical Maturity?" Freya asked.

"When a witch or wizard grows – normally between the age of 17 and 21 they go through a Magical Maturity, their magical core strengthening and they themselves coming into their full power and potential. Magi speaking." Sirius explained. "Normally this last between 4 to 5 days for your average witch or wizard,slightly stronger ones last about 6 to 9 days and then the most powerful; Dumbledore for example lasting between 10 – 12 days; I think Dumbledore was 11, not to sure. The longest was supposed to be Merlin and Morgana – both lasting about 15 to 17 days – yours lasted for 19 days."

"19!" Freya yelped. Sirius nodded, though wore a very proud grin.

"19 – that's how long Madam Pomfrey recorded it." Sirius told her.

"Then how come I've been out for extra?" at this Sirius got a very hard and angry expression on his face. Looking sternly at Freya.

"I want the truth to this question." he told Freya, to which she could only nod back. "How long have... had the Dursleys been abusing you?"

Freya fidgeting under the stern gaze of Sirius. Finally replying to the question. "I don't know when it really started, the first time I remember it – I think I was four, I dropped the frying pan and split oil across the kitchen floor. Petunia took it off me and hit me across the head with it." Sirius looked appalled. "I don't remember how long I blacked out from that – I woke up in the cupboard where they kept me. I … I guess it started after that. Belts where the main thing – occasional Dudley and his friends would beat me up – they called it Freya Hunting but I got good at climbing and out running them."

Sirius looked at her. "Did..." he looked angry and on the verge of tears. "Did they ever do anything else?"

Freya knew exactly what he was talking about. He wanted to know if they had ever tried anything sexually. She shook her head. "Vernon... he, he tried something before but it never got far, my magic lashed out and throw him against the wall. He never touched me again... not like that at least." Sirius nodded, pulling Freya into a tight hug, the pair both having tears that ran down cheeks. Freya in no hurry to leave the embrace – the last time before the attack that she saw Sirius she thought that it might have been the last time for a very long time.

"They're all dead. I remember seeing them... I used his body." Freya spoke, none of it questions save the last part, Sirius pulled away and looked her in the eyes.

"Yes, they are dead. They where dead long before you arrived back to that house." Sirius spat. "You do not shed a tear for them, nor for the people that you had to kill either. You did what you had to. The pain and sorrow of having to kill for the first time will go, but just know you did nothing wrong." Freya nodded, knowing that now wasn't the time to tell Sirius that, in actual fact she had already killed. That would come later. "As for yourself – the scars have been healed and there's no trace." Freya's eyes opened in shock, her hands pulling back the gown – frowning when she saw the ragged scar, though it was somewhat lessened. She looked to Sirius in question. "It's magical – all magical wounds leave a mark – sometimes they fade, but a healer would always be able to find them. The paste that we used on your back – it will lessen it over time – but I doubt it will vanish. The ones... on your back; they're mundane and have all been cleared away." Freya smiled and nodded, the pair lapsing back into a silence before Freya spoke again.

"I saw mum and dad." Sirius looked at her, Freya kept her gaze focused on tiled floor. "They told me to trust in myself, to trust in you and stop hiding in the shadows."

"Shadows?" Sirius whispered after a moments thought.

"When I was younger – before I knew anything about magic or my parents. When I came home with my first report card from school – my grades where better than Dudley's ever where and... well, after what happened at home and what they told the teachers I knew I never to get top marks, all of them where exactly half of Dudley's." Sirius was enraged at the Dursleys and wishes they where still alive if only for he himself to end their miserable lives all over. "I never stopped though, in the library – at home when I could sneak books back and here at school I kept it up but never stopped learning."

"Why did you hide your work here?" Sirius asked.

Freya shrugged. "Ronald I guess."

"The Weasley boy?" Sirius asked, Freya nodded. "You … like him?"

Freya looked aghast and vehemently shook her head. "No! Never." Sirius held his hand up in surrender, though he looked curiously at Freya – though said nothing, she would tell him when and if she wanted him to know. Instead he simply ask - "Why? If you don't like him? I understand it if you like him – stroke a guys ego and such, your mother did it to James sometimes when he made up the most idiotic plans or pranks. Love does strange things to people."

"It isn't love – more, I think that he was the first friend I had. I didn't want to lose him by making him feel dumb and such. So I learned in secret. Whilst Hermione and he thought I was reading quidditch magazines or Witch Weekly; actually they where charmed books of the subjects and other subjects that I was learning." Freya confessed. "Ancient Runes, Arithmancy – at the moment before the end of my third year I was finished reading the fifth year books."

This surprise Sirius. "You that far ahead – you understand the theory and can cast the spell?"

Freya flushed slightly and nodded. "Some... well most silently."

Sirius smiled brilliantly. "That's amazing Freya." smiling back shyly.

"What's gonna happen with me?" Freya asked. "With the Dursleys dead, I mean."

"You'll be staying with me." Sirius said, Freya perking up at this.

"Really?"

"Yes." Sirius smiled at the enthusiasm from his God-daughter. "Turns out that I am actually Lord Black." Sirius explained. "When I was younger – shortly after I ran away from home to your father's house I received a letter from my mother – you'll meet her portrait, charming woman; the best qualities of a toad and troll that mated together with a pure-blood suprematist." Freya laughed. " Anyway, she told me I had been disowned from the family, and was no longer Heir to the Black Family – well turns out that she never had the authority to do that. My Grandfather; Lord Arcturus Sirius Black – the previous Lord Black at the time I ran away and died a year after the end of the war; never granted my mother and father's request to disown me – instead he kept my as the Heir to the Black family – he left everything to me, though we need to talk later about some things concerning it. But the fact is that we have a House – the Black London Town House, which; to be honest is a bit run down but I've already got Kreacher and Dobby cleaning the place up and they've finished our bedrooms."

"That's brilliant." Freya smiled, happy that she would be staying with her godfather. "It's safe though for you?"

Sirius nodded. "Dumbledore has set it up with under the Fidelius Charm. Safest it can be." Freya nodded. "good, now it's best I go and get Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore – no doubt they'll want to ask some questions and run some tests." Sirius stood. "Oh, just call me snuffles when I'm in my animagus form, I know that Madam Bones – the Head of Department of Magical Law Enforcement will want to speak to you – some of the people that attacked you where from her department and higher in the Ministry." Freya nodded, settling back into bed as Sirius went off to find Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore – today was going to be long.

-|| Time Skip ||-

That had been nearly two weeks ago, Freya sat in her bedroom at Number 12 Grimmauld Place – the Ancestral Home of the Black family. Once a Most Ancient and Noblest House – it was stripped of the titles following Sirius being condemn of being the Potter's betrayer. Still it was nice to be back in the company of her Godfather – of which the pair had spent all the days together, getting to know one and the other, Sirius telling Freya about her parents and old school stories whilst Freya told him of her school life and the things they got up to. Of course they had talked about the attack – Freya showing Sirius about her true level of capability - and the situation which lead her to preforming at such an inadequate state. Needless to say – Professor McGonagall, whom was a frequent visitor, in the last two weeks due to her being part of the "Group" - was very disappointed, and saddened at what Freya when Sirius explained to her the situation and made the change from Divination to Ancient Runes. Thus she had vowed to ensure that Freya was pushed to her full abilities, having in those two weeks seen to her taking the end of third year exams again at the Ministry under herself and Madam Marchbanks with the extra for Ancient Runes and Arithmancy – the results that had come in that morning – achieving an Outstanding + on them all with extra credit for her patronus. Of which Sirius was delighted to see not only Prongs again – but the doe of Lily's own patronus. A very rare fact indeed that anyone could or did have two patronus'. It was now that Sirius had taken to teaching her as much as he could – and promising more. They had spoke about the vision – encounter with her parents – of which they had kept silent and between the pair of them and the part of Dumbledore. Sirius agreed – they would learn from Dumbledore but they would be cautious of his interactions with the pair.

Of course there had also been an investigation into the attack and deaths at Private Drive – but the nature of the attack, coupled with the deaths of all the muggles – Dawlish clad in Death Eater regalia and the amount of lingering dark magic, Freya was completely exonerated – Madam Bones had explained whilst the investigation will continue it is more than likely that "some people" will stall or even stop the investigation – something that shouldn't have been a question but certain members of the Wizengamot where calling for Azkaban and such for the deaths, though three guesses who. The papers though – the Daily Prophet mainly – where calling her the newest Dark Lady Rising because of the "Dark" curses she had used and the way she had dispatched Dawlish. Even Dumbledore had been Disappointed in her use of "clearly" dark magic. Sirius had blown his top and the entire house had shook violently as he expelled Dumbledore by use of the Wards – something Freya still chuckled at, them having dumped him in some lake in the remote highlands – it had taken him three days to return and apologise, though of course Dumbledore had added his Disappointed talk to Sirius and that he only wished for Freya's best interest, Sirius sarcastically mentioning the scars and abuse – something McGonagall had scolded the old man for, harshly. It felt nice to have two people firmly on her side for a change – people actually looking out for her safety.
Remus was due to arrive at the House in the next week – the Weasley Clan and Hermione some point as well, though they didn't know when exactly. They would be staying there until the end of the Holidays. Apparently for safety – but both Freya and Sirius had the thought it was Dumbledore trying to limit the time the duo had together. In truth Azkaban and the betrayal Sirius had suffered – not only by the rat but also in partial Remus and the Order – had hardened Sirius. He no longer saw the spells that his family where known for as being Dark in the sense they should never be used, now he saw them as a way to ensure that he would be strong enough to protect those around him,currently that stood at Freya and himself – Remus was still a touchy subject until the pair had a chance to talk. He saw magic as it should be – as Freya had taken to understanding it now – it all came down to intent, magic was all about intent. Sure spells like the Unforgivables where inherently bad; but that spoke about the intent as well, if you where trying to use them your intent was to kill, to harm. Sirius had spoken about Family Grimoires that contained the history of the Families Magicks and actual history; however they could only be read by the members of the families. However the Black and Potter Families – through Sirius Grandfather -the previous Lord Black Arcturus Sirius Black and Freya's Grandfather Lord Charlus Potter had combined the two into a singular book, learning each others Family Magicks during the war with Grindelwald when they fought side by side. It was simple book – black and red leather bound with a small crest of both the Potter and Black families on the front set side by side – when asked if Sirius wouldn't need it as well, he had told Freya that for the moment it was important for her to learn it but soon they would be able to both learn it. At the moment there was a limit to the training the pair could preform – the training room in the Black Town House was seriously damaged, and both Kreacher and Dobby had spoke that it would take a month or so to have in full working condition.
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A knock came at the door – Freya checking the time, it was already gone six in the evening. "Freya, is it okay for me to come in?" Sirius asked from outside.

"Yeah, come on in." Sirius opening the door to the master bedroom that he had gifted to Freya. When asked why Sirius had told her, he was fine with his old room just down the hall and the thought of being in his mum and dad's bedroom – whilst everything was new, was still weird for him. Freya couldn't complain, it was a lovely room of white, emerald green and brows that complemented each other – according to Sirius much better than the all black his parents used to sport. The bed a large king size four poster bed, with emerald drapes – en-suite with shower and large rolling top bath. It was heaven for her and offered her privacy which again she enjoyed. "Need to get ready kiddo – time for me to keep that promise."

"Promise?" Freya asked confused.

"To ensure you where ready – should, when that bastard Mouldy-shorts return, you'll be able to send him straight back to hell." Sirius grinned and Freya jumped out of bed – grabbing her clothes and rushing into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later as Sirius put his pocket watch away, frowning when he saw her old clothes. "We're going shopping as well."

"Er, no we're not. Its past six and you can't go outside in public." Freya pointed out, Sirius smirked.

"Magic." Slipping a ring on Sirius changed into what Freya could only describe as a plain, ordinary man completely forgettable once he left from your presence; she laughed.

"As long as you promise you'll be safe." Freya said seriously, Sirius nodded and gave her a hug, with a kiss on her head.

"Promise, you'll not be losing me anytime soon." Sirius said, pulling back and holding her at arms length. "I made the biggest mistake in my life – seeking revenge instead of taking care of you that night. I won't be making that mistake again – you come first, I'll always be here to help you." another hug, Freya thinking that this is what it must feel like to have a father. "Right come on – Gringotts first, and don't worry. Its neutral ground – the Goblins don't care for the dealings of Wizards, only if it would effect their Nation."

"Wouldn't harbouring a "deranged" serial killer count towards that?" Freya smirked, as Sirius puffed his chest out in fake pride.

"No, less handing me over others could use it to gain on other members of different families – like the Malfoy's, no doubt their vaults are filled with numerous dark and illegal artefacts, like the Blacks but you the goblins won't allow one rule for one family and another for another family." Sirius told Freya as the pair walked down the three flights of stairs to the parlour. "Bad for business."

Freya nodded. "Take a hold of this – it may feel weird, but its going to take us directly to the Bank and Account Managers we need to see." Sirius told her. "Don't, whatever you do draw your wand or do anything they tell you not to do." Freya nodded – feeling a tug at her naval as the portkey activated and the pair vanished from inside Grimmauld Place. \\-/

"Welcome Lord Black – Miss Potter." a sharp voice greeted them, or Sirius as Freya was groaning face down on the cold marble floor.

"Ouch." Freya moaned.

"Yeah, first time sucks, and everyone always falls." Sirius said, pulling Freya up and turning them to face a pair of Goblins sitting behind a large oak desk. For the life of her Freya could distinguish between the pair save for the black hair on one and the silver on the other – they both sat with identical tailored suits and matching, fanged grins. Sirius bowed, Freya following suite.

"Account Managers Goldfang and Ironhook." the pair nodding back. "May I introduce Heiress Freya Potter, Freya - the Potter Account Manager Ironhook and the Black Account Manager Goldfang."

Freya bowed, blurting out before thinking. "Ironhook? Any relation to Griphook?" everyone stopped, the goblin with black hair raising a pointed eyebrow.

"You know my grandson?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, he was the first Goblin I met – he took me to my vault." Freya replied.

"Curious." gesturing to the seats laid out for Sirius and Freya – sitting. "Miss Potter, before we begin as we have already discuss this with Lord Black we must ask if you are happy with your Families Account details and such being discussed in-front of Lord Black."

"Yes, that fine."

"Very well. We shall begin with, as you stated Lord Black the inheritance test for Heiress Potter." pulling out a sheathed silver dagger and single sheet of parchment. "One simple drop of blood on the parchment."

Freya unsheathed the dagger – a quick glance at Sirius who nodded back and gestured to her finger. Freya pulled the black across her finger – no pain, but the blood ran and dropped onto the parchment before the wound sealed up and the blood vanished from the parchment.

"lets see...
Name; Freya Lillian Potter.

Father; James Charlus Potter.
Mother; Lillian Potter Nee Evans.

Grandfather; Charlus Potter.
Grandmother; Dorea Potter Nee Black.

Godfather; Sirius Orion Black.

Titles;
Heiress Apparent to the Most Ancient and Noblest House of Potter.
Heiress Apparent to the Most Ancient and Noblest House of Gryffindor.
Heiress Apparent to the Most Ancient and Noblest House of Slytherin.
Heiress Apparent to the Elder Clan of Peverell.
Heiress Apparent to the House of Black.

Everyone sat silent and in shock at the revelation to the titles that where read off from the list of titles that Freya was the Heiress Apparent to. Finally it was her who spoke. "How?"

"That is something only you can tell us Miss Potter." Ironhook told her. "The House of Potter is pretty straight forwards – your the only child and blood descendant of the Potter family. The House of Black – that is due to you being first in accession – above the Malfoy Heir – thanks to the placement of both your Godfather and your Grandmother. But how you became the Heiress to Gryffindor – Miss Potter have you ever handled the Sword Of Gryffindor?" the goblin ask sharply.

"Er... yeah... during my second year. Down in the Chamber of Secrets." Freya spoke hesitantly.

"Explain." a demand not a question.

"Well – the Chamber was opened during my second year – during which I found Salazar Slytherin's hidden Chamber of Secrets, and the monster inside." Freya shuddered. "A eighty to ninety foot basilisk – that was parallelizing the students -"

"the stare of a basilisk kills Miss Potter, the monster could not have been." The second goblin – Goldfang – spoke.

"It can – if the basilisk is view in reflect or, like one of the attacks was through a ghost." all the others shared an uneasy look.

"The Basilisk will need to be killed." Sirius spoke, Freya trying to interrupt them.

"Indeed. Such a creature in the hands of the dark could-"

"Its dead!" Freya shouted – the three turning to her.

"And how exactly is it dead?" Ironhook asked with a raised eyebrow.

"when I face it and the shade of Tom Riddle down in the Chamber of Secrets – the Sorting Hat came to by way of Dumbledore's phoenix; Fawkes." Freya spoke to them all. "It in turn gave me the Sword of Gryffindor – and after a chase and... a duel... I killed the basilisk with the Sword. I pierced the monster through the head. It bit me – but Fawkes cried into it and I was healed." the others stared in shock at the confession.

Finally after a silent minute of shocked staring at Freya a goblin spoke.

"You still have the Sword?" The goblin asked.

Freya shook her head. "No, it's in the Headmasters office at Hogwarts."

"Call it." Ironhook said, Freya staring at him slightly bewildered. "If you held the true Sword of Gryffindor – and this-' guesting to the parchment that held her titles ' is true -the Sword should always be at your command. Simply will it into your hand and it will come." Freya nodded, standing and holding her hand out – feeling the familiar magic of the Sword that she held in the Chamber and a slight tug – the Sword appeared in her hand, the surprise wait causing Freya to almost drop it. - then she noticed the hungry looks of the goblins, the eyes lusting after the Sword of Gryffindor. Giggling when she moved it from side to side then up and down as their heads followed it. Sirius smirked and looked at her with a raised eyebrow; Freya flushed slightly red and walked forward placing the sword on the table.

"Amazing... truly... this Sword is the price of our Nation." Goldfang spoke, his voice in awe with Ironhook nodding silently next to him watching the Sword.

"I'm sorry – but why?" the looked at Freya. "Why is the Sword so important?"

"The Sword of Gryffindor was created by the most famous of Goblin forgers. The Sword was powerful, beautiful and deadly – that we as the nation presented to Godric Gryffindor after he came to the defence of our nation against wizards and witches that sought to end our ruling of the currency around the world." the goblin told the pair.

"I didn't know that Wizards had a fight with you're nation before the wars." Sirius spoke.

"Wizards and Witches through the centuries have always tried to wrestle control from us Goblins over the wealth of the world. You believe us to be hoarders – that covet gold, gems and the likes, but simply put; you are idiots that believe in the worst; because you do the worst to each other." Goldfang spoke. "We don't. Simple. We believe in keep the world moving – we keep you humans from throwing your economy into the fire and burning the world around you as you fight – which would be inevitable when you all fought over the gold. It is your nature – to wage war on each other." … "Thus – Godric Gryffindor was won who knew this fact, and fought with us during the early years when the goblin nation was young. As such, this Sword was forged for his after the war ended and presented to him as a sign of friendship that we offered to the House of Gryffindor."

"Well, then its yours." Freya said, shocking everyone in the room. "Take it." gesturing to the Sword.

"Freya -" Sirius started, the goblin cutting him off with what he was going to mirror.

"You are the Lady Gryffindor – this is a symbol of your House, an Heirloom. Why would you give it away freely without asking for anything?" Goldfang asked.

Freya fidgeted under their gaze. "Well, the way I see it – it isn't." silence and raised eyebrows. "The Sword was given to Godric Gryffindor as a sign of your friendship to him – not the House, not really. I think – that for me to rightly own the Sword it should be earned back – that we need to be friends."

"That may never happen – we Goblins haven't offered friendship to another wizard or witch since Godric." Goldfang spoke. "You are sure about handing it over freely?"

"Yes. Just be careful – the Sword took on the poison of the Basilisk and is probably the most dangerous Sword around." Freya told them, the Goblins thanking her with a nod – snapping his fingers as both the door opened and a sheath appeared on the sword, a goblin coming in.

"Take this to the bank manager – we will be along when our business is concluded to discuss the matter." Goldfang spoke, the goblin nodding and walked out carrying the Sword.

"Now – as the goblin to the Gryffindor Account and Lady, I can explain how you managed to achieve the title, when no other Potter ever has – despite the continued search for the title and Sword." Ironhook broke the silence. "You see – Godric came to the nation, told us of his plan that he would chose the successor of his title by way of his descendants finding the Sword. His only daughter; Cassandra Gryffindor married into the Potter family, he placed the Sword with the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts – telling it to present it to the one that embodied the truest Potter and Gryffindor values. That, is you Miss Potter."

"Why didn't he give it over to his daughter or Grandchild?" Freya asked.

"The title comes with power Miss Potter – the Gryffindor Grimoire and Lordship Ring come with power and knowledge that no other family have. The Potters where already a power family back then – he liked his son-in-law but at the end of the day, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts all. So he had to make sure that the person who would wield both or one of the titles could handle it. That is you – so you should take it as a very good compliment and vote of confidence in character. Now we should discuss the Slytherin Ladyship."

"Well that is unclear – none of the Potter family has ever been related to the Slytherin Family." Sirius said, he too confused about how Freya came into the title. "I understand that the Blacks have blood from the Slytherin line – parseltongue has been noted throughout the year in some of the Black family members but no one in the Potter family could speak parseltongue."

"I can." Freya told them, the rest looking at her.

"You see Lord Black – Miss Potter's grandmother.' "Dorea Black.' Sirius whispered. '- indeed- there is the familiar connection but also the previous Lady Potter – Lily Potter nee Evans."

"Lily?" Sirius asked incredulously. "Lily was a muggle-born."

"Yes, but as you should be aware – even muggle-borns are from a long line of extinct magical blood. In this case the squib "second" and "secretive" daughter of Salazar Slytherin which Lily Evans family descended from." Ironhook told them.

"My... my mother was the descendant of Salazar Slytherin?" Freya asked, a nod from Ironhook.

"Indeed, only the members of your family knew about it. Your father and grandparents." Ironhook spoke. "They sealed it secret under the Potter Family Charter. She couldn't claim the title – the blood and family magicks did not activate, they have however in you." Ironhook told them. "another way to look for evidence is the eyes – emerald green. Only one other line has had that particular shade of eye colour – Salazar Slytherin having the same matching eyes."

"Wow..." Freya whispered and Sirius nodded along too.

"My guess is that the blood activated due to your fight with his monster – by which the true history speaks of being the protector of the school from Warring Muggles." Goldfang interjected. "The creature was a fail safe only to be used in the most dire of circumstances when the school was at an almost lost. For it to attack anyone with magical blood – this Tom Riddle, must have done something horrid. Salazar Slytherin valued magical blood – not blood status."

"Just another thing that can be laid at Voldemort's feet. His crimes numerous." Freya spat.

"Voldemort? What does Voldemort have to do with this, Miss Potter?" Ironhook asked, Sirius too looking curious. Freya gestured to ink and parchment and with a nod wrote the words Tom Marvolo Riddle then under it with lines to each word I am Lord Voldemort. To the shock of everyone.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle – the bastard child of the squib Merope Gaunt and Tom Riddle Sr. who had been snared by Gaunt with love potions. However when she stopped – already with child or just after he was born, he left and Merope died soon after with Tom going to orphanage." Freya explained.

"Gaunt you say." Ironhook looked at Freya who nodded.

"Hmm, then perhaps there is more to why the Dark Lord wanted to end your family line than just your parents defiance." Ironhook told them. Explaining further. "Some generations ago Hardwin Potter waged war on the Gaunt family after they attacked the Potter family and killed most of the Potter members – main and extended family." Ironhook told them. "You see the reason for the attack was the claim, by the Potter Family; that the Gaunt Family had committed line theft. The two sides waged a political war that end with the same position as the House Potter now finds itself in; near extinction. Only the one member – Hardwin Potter was left.' … 'He vanished for some time – returning with a with wife; Iolanthe Potter, and thus waged a private war on the Gaunt family that had grown to be thee most powerful family on the shores of Magical Britain and most of Magical Europe. Hardwin Potter cut a bloody path through the Gaunt family and left it in ruins. His own family; The Potters rising in place. There is more to it, an the journals that I believe your Grandfather – the last to read them – left them in the main Potter vault." Freya nodded. "This started a blood feud – however it was forgotten after the Gaunt Family collapsed, then Potter Family proved the line theft to us and we bankrupted the Gaunt's Family vault. A secret that was held only by Hardwin Potter, his wife and us – the line theft was of the Slytherin Family." this shocked the pair. "The Gaunt Family claimed the line through descendants – it was proven wrong; the line documentation was fake and forgery made by a traitors goblin. This was the reason we savaged the family and thus the Family fell into the shadows – only in later life did they try again for the Slytherin line with Gormlaith Gaunt kidnapping Isolt Sayre and trying to force a marriage and eventual rape through her son – Sayre was the last magical blood descendant of Slytherin – her legacy was Ilvermorny School. Though she adopted children – she never had any of her own – thus the line title was passed onto you. The true descendant of Salazar Slytherin."

Freya was shocked at what she was told.

"More can be found by reading Isolt Sayre book and your families journals. The last line before we talk about the Black title with Lord Black is the Peverell." Ironhook told them.

Sirius looked uneasy, Freya caught it and asked. "What's the matter with the family name?"

Sirius fidgeted before speaking. "The Peverell family is one of the oldest – older than Merlin, and..." Sirius ran a hand through his hair. "And thee darkest family to have ever lived... they where Necromancers, and the last Lord was rumoured to be a WarMage. They vanished generations ago. The Peverell Grimoire is the most valued book among the dark families and anyone wishing to really learn the dark arts. The Grimoire hold all the spells they created; rumoured to be the darkest and dealt in death – but strangely in life as well, having the most powerful healing magic ever. Or so the rumours are."

"The rumours are true." Ironhook told them. "The Peverell Family is the protogenoi of the Potter family on the female side of the House. It was the last daughter of the Last Lord Peverell that married Hardwin Potter. Ever since the Potter family has been looking for a way to claim the Peverell title; but the Family Magicks have never accepted anyone to you."

Freya swallowed. "Why was my family trying to claim the title of the darkest family?"

"It is their birth right – your birth right. It is a misconception that the Potter family have ever been light." Ironhook told him.

"My father -" Freya began.

"James fought for the Light side, as did I because it was the right thing to do at the time – originally James was being tutored to take over your Grandfather – his father Charlus Potter as the leader of the Grey Faction. I was also going to take the Black House into the Grey Faction before the whole mess of the end of the war." Sirius told Freya. It seemed she, in reality knew nothing about her family or history. "The little I know and can tell you about the Potters family as whole, they have always believed that there is no limit to learning magic – it is all intent based. Your Grandfather was a great man Freya – deadly with a wand so much that Grindelwald was afraid of him and if he hadn't stopped to help a friend, he probably would have defeated Grindelwald – not Dumbledore. He even fought Voldemort into a retreat.' … 'Charlus and Dorea where only killed by fifty death eaters that ambushed them."

"If I remember correctly Lord Black – less than twenty made it out alive, and I believe they where all rather badly injured." Ironhook interjected.

Sirius nodded. "Yes, I believe so to. Point is Freya – Charlus knew magic that the likes of Dumbledore – and until a while ago, myself would have said where the darkest. But Charlus saw it as I know do – learning those spells; it doesn't make you dark, knowing them can let you better defend against them. He also saw it that being able to use them made you a better protector to your family and at the end – that was your family motto; Honour Thy Blood." Sirius looked far off for a moment. "It's why I want you to learn everything – from the Potter Grimoires to the Peverells. I am left wondering – I wanted to distances myself so far from my dark family that I refused to learn or use anything they taught to me. James was fighting for the Light side and became enamoured with Dumbledore's legend that he too stopped using spells that his father taught him. Now I wonder what would have happened had I learned the magic, had we both learned it and used it in the war. Perhaps... perhaps things would have been different." the with determination Sirius added. "You will not fall to that – you will survive the coming war, that I promise."

"And if people call me a Dark Lady." Freya asked.

"Let them." Sirius said. "in the end – like they did with Dumbledore, Grindelwald and the Dark Lord – people are sheep and they flock to the one who holds the power. If they call you a Dark Lady – let them, have your revenge when they grovel."

Freya chuckled. "That's dark Sirius."

He smirked back. "I tried Light. We both have – and both have been on the receiving end of the public. Both being treated as trash when the worst happens and they no longer have need for us, only to flock back to bask in the light of our glory." Freya nodded agreeing and remembering the incident of her second year and how the world turned on her.

"The Black Family title?" she asked, having remembered the last family title. Secretly glad about it being the last – the past hour or so had enough information to last a lifetime and she still had many questions – and the means to answer them through the books in the vaults.

"The Black family title... that is complicated and in part only possible if you agree to something." Sirius spoke.

"What?" Freya asked.

"Adoption." Sirius said hesitantly.

Freya was stunned... "You.. you want... you want to adopt me?" her eyes misting slightly.

Sirius nodded. "I should have been there for you as a child – I should have been there to raise you and protect you and I failed that. I failed you and your parents -that I will always be sorry for." … "But, I'm here now, despite my condition and I can help you – even if it weren't so with your relatives, adopting you I can give you a home and help protect you. But also... because, I love you like you are my daughter – this would only cement it in the eyes of the law and Gringotts. I would never expect to claim the place of either of your parents but -" Sirius never got to finish - "Omph" - as Freya crashed into him and held him tightly, shaking softly whilst sobbing.

"Yes." Freya spoke.

Sirius smiled. "It's not simple as muggle adoption. Magical adoption is also referenced as Blood Adoption – you would become a Black just as much as you are a Potter.' he told Freya ' You won't need to give up your name or titles – you would simply inherit the Black title... today."

"Wait, why today?" Freya asked pulling back. Sirius sat Freya back down and himself and faced her whilst talking.

"The Black Family has a reputation – one that I cannot uphold for several reasons. The biggest are; firstly people will never forget that I was convicted as the betrayer of your family, my friends – brother and sister in all but blood. They will always remember that I spent time in Azkaban. But also the family charter won't allow me to hold it for long -" Sirius sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Azkaban – the length of time has left me … unable to... I can't have children." Freya was shocked. "And the Black Family Charter demands that the holder of the Head of House be able to carry on the title – be able to produce an heir. I cannot – so I have five years to find a Black Family member to carry it on. You are the only one, save Draco Malfoy who already thinks he will be the Lord Black, adopting you will stop my Family, title, magic and money from falling into their hands. But mainly, I love you like you're already my daughter."

Freya smiled and hugged Sirius again, sitting back, smiling and wiping away the tears. Nodding. "yes." Sirius smiled, he too with tears before turning and nodding to the Goblins.

"This is a private ritual – not to be mentioned out of the Bank." Both Freya and Sirius nodded. "Then let us begin."

-/ time skip. \\-

Freya Potter-Black walked out of Gringotts bank, some three hours later having visited all the Family Vaults – that on her order as the new Lady of the Houses – the Goblins would move the contents of all the vaults to their own level deep within the pits of Gringotts. Stationed behind a protective beast; dragon to be more specific, Ukrainian Iron Belly. All the Family Magicks had accepted her – the totems of them all appearing as Magicks wove them into her own blood and magic. She now had the powers, responsibilities and ambient magicks that came with the Ladyship of several power Houses. Not to mention the Grimoires of those Houses – Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin and Peverell – of which she had also taken a fair few journals that detailed each families history; personal history of the previous Lords including her own family and their war with Voldemort that seemed to stretch on far back into the past. They had also owled a copy of the Potter will – curiously sealed under the order of the Chief Warlock, Dumbledore – to Madam Bones, along with a copy of Freya's memories of the last year and a short written statement about the truth of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Hopefully it would start the ball rolling for finally freeing her... Father. Sirius Black was now Freya's father; not that he would ever replace James or Lily as her Father or Mother but he was – and he was there as the one person she could now count on to always be looking out for her best interests. He wasn't shackled by Dumbledore's views, the Ministry's or the public's – no, Sirius Black's only purpose was to ensure that Freya Potter-Black lived a full, happy life without the manipulations or dark bastards vying for her blood. Now though it was close to 9pm – and they had a quick stop at Twilfitt and Tatting's – placing an order with the seamstress for two brand new witches wardrobe including everything with the Potter crest on one and then both on the others. Between Freya and Sirius – in disguise, they took an oath of silence from the woman not to reveal the secret. She readily agreed knowing that she was dealing with a very, very powerful person that could ruin her. Now they where inside the Master Study of the Black Lord – or in Freya's case, Lady Black. The magic had already accepted Freya as the new Lady Black – Head of the House Black; her promise to bring it back to the Ancient, Noble and glories status it was in the past – and combined with the Potter Ladyship all that threatened her families or members of it, her loved ones will fall to her wand.

"Sirius?" Freya was slightly confused as she watched him feel around the wall above the fire place. "What are you doing?"

"Just... looking... for..." his hands grasped a small lever. "Bugger!" the flames licking the back of his hands, yet he pulled the lever and Freya watched the back of the fire place vanish, revealing a space big enough for the pair to step through – Freya hesitating at the sight of the hot flames licking up and vanishing into the air. A deep breath and she walked through into a small room – it was bare, cold and stone.

"It's cold."

"That's the magic of the House – it flows through this room and into the lay lines of the world that run through Britain. Its why the Black originally built the Town House here after selling the Estate off." Sirius told her. "ambient magic flows through the room – passing through it – but also staying in this stone' stone was the wrong word, it was a huge diamond, '-the pillar and moving throughout the House powering and charging the wards that have been extensively layered."

"That's a Diamond." Freya pointed out.

Sirius nodded. "Diamond have and conduct the most natural magic without offering much resistance. The bigger, wealthier of the family – the bigger the stone, quality and type – it also in turn is how powerful and extensive the wards are." Freya nodded. "Right, basically what's gonna happen is a reset. The House will accept you as the new Lady of the House – and will draw on your magic to make you master of the wards and part of the House. You'll be able to tell who, how many, and where in the House people are as well as which parts you can restrict them from, who to restrict from the House and even expelling people whom are in the House."

"expel them?" Freya asked.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, from as little as to the front of the House to using the full power and throwing them..." Sirius looked thoughtful. "I think my Grandfather told me that it was somewhere in a lake in the middle of a German Forest in the middle of nowhere." Freya laughed aloud at the thought. "It will take some blood – the wards are based in Blood magic and intent base. By the end they will only work for you and me – but for me with only your permission."

Freya smiled. "Well you're going to be the regent of all the Houses – when you're free."

"If." Sirius said.

"No, when." Freya said forcefully. "Even if I have to burn the whole world to keep you safe – I won't allow anyone to take my only family from me." Freya vowed.

Sirius smiled and nodded. "When your read."

Freya reached up and placed her hand atop the large diamond instantly feeling a large gash open on her palm – the blood seeping from her and covering the diamond, flashes of bright white light flashing around the room as runes flashed all around them carved into the wall and then live magical veins coursing through the bricks and into the diamond. Freya could feel the raw magic flowing both through her and through diamond into the House before with a final – a humongous flow of magical energy surged from within the diamond before releasing itself into Freya. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Hand still atop – the energy surging through her body Freya felt the Black Magicks resonate throughout, crashing back and forward like the tides of the ocean and with that; came the massive influx of knowledge about the wards all over, around and through the Black Family Town House, along with is secrets, roots and the ambient magic.
Finally with a almighty surge, Freya screamed.

- /

Unbeknown to the pair in the Ward room – a group had just apparated into the park just outside the House.
"The Black Town House – not much to look at -" Albus Dumbledore stopped as he felt the surge of magic from in-front of him at said Town House. Then he, the Weasley clan and Hermione Granger watched as the Black Magicks did their work. The House seemed to come alive as they watched in a mixture of shock, surprise and horror as the Town House renovated itself – planks of wood breaking and then fixing themselves back into proper place with the grim and dirt peeling away. The walls and pillars shook, they too breaking and rearranging – and the House reshaped itself into a stone fortress of formidable prowess. The front door, a faded worn flaky black creaked and cracked before shifting and enlarging itself along with the gate to the garden – which had elongated themselves and sprung alive and now surround the single – three story Black Town House that was the envy to all and the sign of the Resurgence of the House Black.

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