The Lady Hermione.
As Hermione sat remembering the day that her world was literally turned upside down, she reflected how normal it felt. She had none of the tell tale weird vibes or gut feelings that the protagonists in the many, many books she had read throughout her childhood had felt. She would take it as an insult to her inate intelligence if it wasn't such a lovely day. So as though to sooth her own misgivings on the situation she liked to think that maybe it was because of the many things that happened that day. A deep look of melancholy crossed her beautiful visage as she looked off staring into the distance.
"HERMIONE!" a voice bellowed through the house. She obviously recognised the voice, it could only belong to her blood brother Harrison. He sounded excited yet with a smidgen of nervousness hinting through which was not a new sound as of late. There was something on his mind, it had been there for a couple of weeks now. Ever since the visit to the Potter family vault when the portraits directed him to the mystery trunk. What was most confusing about the whole situation was how he wouldn't tell her what was in the trunk. He kept citing that it was Potter family secrets. She would have been offended about the situation as she was meant to be a Potter herself now thanks to the blood adoption that her and Harrison went through the summer of fifth year, but their extensive research into pure blood etiquette and rules reassured her that some things were exclusively for male heirs and heads of house. She herself had inherited the moment the adoption was through a hand written diary from Harrisons', well she supposed hers as well now, grandmother Dorea Black Potter. It was a thoroughly interesting and informative read. It was a complete and comprehensive guide to the "unwritten" rules of pureblood society. It was a very strange book and throughout the vault there were many others written by various other Potter wives and daughters. Almost as they knew that one day there would be a daughter of house Potter that would know absolutely nothing about society or the pureblood way of life. She shook her head to shake of these ramblings and called back to Harrison " I'm in the sitting room" with this announcement Kreacher popped in to bring some fresh tea and some delightful biscuits. She still felt very odd about the fact they owned a servant but she had learnt a lot about the bond between magical and elf and understood that the bond was in fact mutually benifical so aslong as Kreacher was treated with respect she kept her opinions to herself. As she started pouring Harrison came through the door. He was a very good looking man now he had reached his magical maturity and the effects of the love the Dursleys had bestowed upon him (insert ironic eyeroll here) were erased. He was finally the man that every witch and wizard imagined he would grow to be, he stood proudly at 6ft 2 his raven black hair secured in a leather throng. His chiselled jaw making more that one woman slightly weak at the knees, as he stood in fine robes he looked like what he was expected to be. In short he was in every sense of the word a hero.
The effect of this however was lost on Hermione, to her he would always be her brother. The one who was so destroyed after Sirius died that he turned up on her door step the second day back from school looking half dead. She couldn't really talk as she wasn't much better of herself, she had got back to her house in Oxford to find it devoid of people and she dared think at the time life. She ran outside to find her neighbours giving her pitying looks as if they knew something that would shake her world and she, simple Hermione didn't. That was exactly the situation as it turned out. Old Mrs McGee from over the road invited her in for a cup of tea. She explained how 3 weeks ago her parents had been in a car crash but with no family that the hospital could tell bar her they had a simple funeral with only the neighbors and a couple of their patients in attendance. As she screamed in heartbreak and aguish "How?! Why did nobody contact me!?" The kindly old lady explained that since nobody knew where her school was and the name of the school her parents had provided them was saying that they had no such student now or ever the police just believed that she was a run away who's parents would rather lie about the situation than tell anybody that there were problems in the family. So that's how Hermione found herself orphaned aged 15 with nowhere to live and nobody to turn too. Harrison turned up and she broke down. He found with something to focus his energy on rather than wallowing in self pity and grief over Sirius, day by day he got better he pushed these emotions to the back of his mind ruthlessly and without hesitation, she needed him and he needed this. After a couple of weeks the duo made their way to Gringotts with only Harrison's vague mention of a blood sibling to go on. They both needed each other , they needed family.
She looked at Harrison and asked what he had done so early in the morning as it was only 10.15 in the morning. She knew he was an early riser, he always had been. Personally she hated this trate, it was one of the only characteristics he had kept from his childhood with them. He gave her a secretive smirk that usually would make her extremely nervous but today she knew he wouldn't do anything to upset her, today was her 20th birthday and one thing that Harrison loved was to celebrate birthdays. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and wished her a happy birthday. "You will get your gift from me tonight My Own." She frowned daintily at the nickname but said nothing, secretly she found it endearing but she couldn't let him know this or it might pave the way for other more revolting ones from others. The man next to her deeply chuckled as if he knew her exact thought pattern. "Come now Hermione, you need to go upstairs and get ready for your party later." She spluttered for a moment before calming herself enough to get her words out coherently. "Ready?! The party doesn't start until 5.30! Why do I need to get ready?!" Sneering out the last word. "Well I do have a surprise for you before the party but if you would rather not then, I suppose we could leave it?" As he left the question hanging in the air, never really expecting an answer, the girl in question had dashed across the room shouting for Kreacher as she went.
Four hours later she sat admiring herself in the vanity mirror, she was shocked at the final result. The image staring back at her made the yule ball pale in comparison. She looked like a Queen, her chestnut brown hair smoothed into an elaborate bun on the top of her head. Her makeup looking so polished that she was sure that Kreacher was makeup artist in his past life. Burgundy lipstick painted her plump lips. Since the adoption her cheekbones had become more defined and her entire face more aristocratic. She stood to admire the full length gown in the floor length mirror that was on the wall. She wore a regal purple gown with sleeves that sat just off the shoulders with a deep v neck that showed just enough cleavage. Something else she seemed to have inherited from the Potters. She was never lacking in this department before but now she was a lot more bustier. Underneath the dress she had a nude corset and stockings she felt a million galleons in that alone. She felt incredibly awkward having had Kreacher choose this but apparently "mistress must be dressed to impress from tip to toe, master Harrison insisted." She was a bit peeved that her brother would even think about what she wore under her robes, let alone discuss them with a house elf, but she decided to forget about it because she looked and felt amazing. To finish it off she had a fur shawl to cover her arms and shoulders. She was pleasantly surprised it had been built with a temperature adjustment charm built it. As she stepped into her black stilettos she heard a man clearing his throat behind her. She gave him a beautiful smile and a spin "How do I look?" She asked. "Like a goddess My Own, but I feel like we are missing something" he shook his head at her questioning glance. "Just wait and see."
He escorted her to the front door, she gripped a little tighter as he made to apperate. The world distorted as they both felt like they were being sucked through a very small tunnel. They stepped out of the apperation with practiced ease, never faultering in their steps, she blinked a couple of times to ajust to the sun and looked ahead. They were on the steps of Gringotts, she looked at Harrison with a bemused expression. "Come along now my lady." He replied with a wicked smirk. She shook her head and followed him up the white marble steps of the bank. Harrison nodded his head at several people goblins and humans alike on his way to the tellers desk. He cleared his throat and announced himself "Lord Harrison James Alexander Potter" he had actually inherited a couple more lordships when he turned 15 but they had made the decision to only use Potter unless in the wizengamot, as it turned out several Potters had done the same so it wasn't all that surprising. Unlike the middle name Alexander, apparently every pureblood had a second or third middle name that was a family secret, only shared with the bank. It would have a spell not unlike the fidelius charm that prevents anybody sharing the name outside the direct family or the selected banker. It was a very complex spell but one that every family learned. Harrison was very lucky in the fact that Sirius had been told being his godfather, or he wouldn't have any access to his heritage. There were some that knew themselves to be the heir of a family yet couldn't inherit because they hadn't been told there other middle name. Lord Voldemort was one of these people. Harrison believed this may have been what pushed him over ahead into the path of revenge. Revenge against his dead mother and revenge against the wizarding world that denied him what was rightfully his.
The banker looked up at Harrison and grunted, some goblins still held a grudge over what they had done to the bank to end the war. Neither of them felt much remorse over what they did, in their eyes they did what they had to do. They both followed along behind the goblin into the carts that would take them down to the vault. Hermione gave Harrison a filthy look whist muttering about how her hair was perfect and now it was going to be a birds nest because of this crazy cart ride. He laughed at her words and waved his wand in a pattern over her head and every strand went motionless. Single wispy strands stood stock still even as the wind tried to ruffle them along. "Remind me to remove the spell as we leave. It will stay exactly as it was." She nodded sharply and decreased the intensity of her glare to extremely mild. Then the were off down as deep as they went before for Bellatrix's vault but luckily no dragon for the Potters. Both of them marched up to the door and placed a hand on the podium next to it. They felt a sharp pinprick and the door seemed to melt before their eyes. It still got her everytime how wonderous magic could be, she had been down there maybe 6 times before this and she didn't think she would adjust and think this to be normal even after 20 more trips. It was very fascinating magic, she had already started researching into it.
Once in the vault Harrison directed her around the many mounds of gold and jewels. He seemed to have a specific location in mine, Hermione was getting more and more confused the further into the seemingly endless room. Suddenly they came to a stop, the raven haired man lent down to open a trunk and reached his arm in to the shoulder, he seemed to have found was he was searching for and pulled out a rather ornate box. The box seemed to be a jewelry box. It was rectangular in shape and was rather large. She wondered what it held, the box was silver and was rather elegantly designed. Inlayed in gold and silver was gold and red lions. Some wearing what seemed to be a crown. There were also white roses made of diamonds. She was suitably impressed by what laid within the box if it needed a jewelry box this obviously expensive to hold it.
Hermione carried on staring at the design on the box as in a trance, something niggled in the back of her mind. She recognized the coat of arms for that is what she realised it was. She knew she had seen it before but for the life of her she couldn't work out where. Harrison cleared his throat, "this has been in our family since our family was founded. Its one of the most important parts of our history." She was clearly shocked as soon as she realised that this was obviously meant for her to wear whatever it was in the box. She opened her mouth to say how she couldn't wear something that was so expensive and important to the family but before she even started to get the words out Harrison leveled her with an unimpressed stare. "This is our family history My Own and if I choose for you to wear it then as Head of house that my decision. Besides" he chuckled "you don't know what it is yet. It might be absolutely ugly and you might not want to wear it" Hermione snorted, she absolutely adored history and the older and artifact the better in her opinion.
Harrison just rolled her eyes at her. He flicked the latch open and lifted the lid with more dramatic flare that one would expect. The brunettes breathe caught in her throat, inside was a necklace but so much more that any necklace she had ever seen. It looked like it should sit in the Tower of London with the crown jewels. There nestled on a faded crimson velvet cushion was a necklace. Well she said a necklace it was more of a collar if she was honest. It was made of royal purple amethysts and hundreds of the clearest diamonds she had ever seen in her life. Some of the purple stones were literally the size of galleons. They were set on a thick silver chain. Harrison motioned for her to turn as he reverently lifted it from its resting place. She leaned her neck forwards as she felt the cold metal touch her chest and Harrison fastened it up with little difficulties. She lay a hand on the jewels and could literally feel the magic radiating underneath her palm. She gasped and her head shot up to her brother with confusion in her eyes, "what is this magic?"
"That is the magic that will keep you safe wherever you are. No apperation wards will keep you contained. It will always allow you to travel wherever you need to. You need to be careful obviously if anybody ever found out what this did they could kill you for it. Only those of our blood may remove it once it is clasped and as you know we are the only Potters left." She nodded dazed, the level of trust he was showing her was astronomical. She could apperate into any vault at Gringotts or Hogwarts or even the queens bedroom if she fancied but no she knew she would only use it sparingly because she knew if this fell into the wrong hands, she shuddered at the thought of it, somebody would be able to enter Grimauld Place without their permission. It didn't even bear thinking about.