Summary/Author's Notes:
What will happen when a vivid Harry Potter Fanfiction reader who also happens to be a potterhead (of course, duh!) enters the world of Harry Potter, the year of 1994 to be exact?
What changes will she do?
Will she be able to save even a few of those who died?
Read this to know the answers to the above questions.
I was inspired to write this after reading 'A Curse of Truth' by 'butalerner'. I just wish it comes out to be at least a bit good as its spiritual parent.
It's not me, who's in the story BTW, but I imagined what it would've been like and this was produced. I'm also not a girl so spare me if I write something that's not "girly". But you can imagine it's you even if you are a boy or not, and enjoy the story. J
Warnings:
This is a story where you will read pre-mature sex and child abuse. Harry will be nobility, the thing that he knows about it or not is a question for later. The main character is also going to be a royalty. So, that means that this is an AU story. Not everything is similar to that of the canon.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything here and I just write to make my imagination to be known to the world. That's what 'fan-fiction' means, I guess. Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rowling and those other companies that she allowed to. Though I wish I did own it. J
"Normal Talking"
"Thoughts"
"Different Language"
$Parsletounge$
GGobbledegookG
G = Galleon
Chapter 1: Impossible!
She was reading 'Harry Potter and the Soulmate Bond' by 'Keira Marcos', 5th time, on her new EBook and waiting for the new update on the story.
It was her friend's birthday tomorrow who lived in Aberdeen and she was just waiting for her train to take her there. She had a bag which contained some clothes, US dollars and her IPhone.
She was currently leaning on a pillar, reading and waiting for the train to come and get her.
'Hermione's Vow' was one of her most favorite chapters of the story and she was currently reading ""I, Hermione Isobel of the House of Ross, do solemnly swear on my magic the following: I will never under any circumstances perform necromancy…""
She was unable to read anymore because all of a sudden she found herself falling down. Her hand which was resting on the pillar for support was suddenly in contact of nothing, just nothing.
She fell; face down, on the street. "Wait! Street?" She thought to herself and tried to see where she was. What she saw was something she would never believe. There was a huge building, made completely out of white marble like the Taj Mahal from India, just with no domes or pillars. It was triangular in shape with 'Gringotts Bank' written above its door.
Then realization did hit her. She was in Diagon Alley! But how could that be possible as last time she checked, Harry Potter was just a fictional book. It was just impossible, IMPOSSIBLE!
Then all the (fake?) rumors started to pop in her mind that Rowling must be a witch and the Wizarding World must be real and all that stuff.
Then 'The Curse of Truth' also came to her mind. All of the Self Inserts that she had read started to pop in her mind. "What if..."
But she was interrupted in her thinking by a "Hello there, young miss, do you need any help?" she heard a man say to her.
Then she realized that she was still sitting on the street. She got up and smiled at the man who nodded and went to his work after saying, "Take care of self, young one."
She nodded at the back of the leaving man and went to clean her jeans but there was something hard in her pocket, like a pen, no, it was bigger, she took it out and just stared at it.
A wand!
It was the exact copy of her Pottermore wand too! 16 inches in height and probably the same core!
Then she smiled to herself, an evil one, thinking, "Imagine Ollivander and Dumbledore's face when they realize that she had a wand with Alder wood and Thestral Tail Hair! But will it work? As, in 'A Curse of Truth' William was not technically a wizard. I guess I should go in the bank first. I have a feeling that I should." She shrugged her shoulders and went inside the bank after pocketing her wand and picking up her bag.
She was surprised to see that everything was similar to that from the movies, or that's what it must be as it had been a year or so since she last saw/read the real HP movie/book. Then she realized that the alley outside was also similar to the one from the movies.
She realized that she was realizing many things in a short period of time.
She noticed the little Griphook, who did adopt Harry in some of her favorite fics, sitting on the exact same place as in the movies. She thought if the goblins were similar to the ones from 'Harry Crow' or really some nasty creatures. She did not remember how Rowling portrayed them.
She went to Griphook and said, laughing hysterically in her mind, "Hello O' Mighty Goblin. May your vaults flow with gold and your enemies die, kissing your feet."
The aforementioned goblin looked up with an expression of utter shock on his face. It was very less people who showed respect to the goblins and those who showed it were just some muggle-borns or half-bloods; none who knew the proper old way to greet a goblin. But the girl in front of him in muggle clothes, who seemed to be in her early late-teen, did just say that!
"May your vaults flow with gold and your enemies die at the end of your wand." Said the goblin and gave the girl a smile. "But you must be, miss?"
Then she realized that she had not introduced herself yet, and that she didn't have a name to do so, well, a name for this world.
Remembering something from a fic, she searched her purse to see if she had a letter addressed to 'her'.
There it was, in the inner pocket of her purse, but she could swear to anyone and say that it wasn't there a few hours ago, The Hogwarts Letter addressed to "Miss 'Isabella Mary Peverell'" wait! PEVERELL! She smiled and started to reply the goblin, but it wasn't her who was speaking, "I'm Isabella Mary Peverell, daughter of Rafael and Annabeth Peverell and I wanted to see if I have any vaults here. You see, I recently did come to know that I am not a muggle-born and am actually from Britain. I used to live in an orphanage in America and used to go to an American Magical School there."
She was shocked but didn't say anything.
The goblin wore an expression of shock too, second time now in just half an hour, which was really unusual for a goblin.
"Miss Peverell you said?" asked the goblin and started to lead her out of the Hall to the corridors when she nodded.
"Barchoke had been waiting and searching for you for quite a long time. He's the accounts manager of the Peverell Family.", explained Griphook.
They reached a double-door on which Griphook knocked twice and motioned for her to follow him when an 'Enter' was said from inside.
The 'office' was a huge, round shaped room with luxurious attire to it. There was a huge –reaching to her shoulder length- goblin in a tux sitting behind an oak table, on a wooden throne-like chair.
"What is it Griphook? And you do know that an appointment has to be made first to have a meeting with me or did you forget it?" barked the huge goblin angrily.
But before she could say anything, Griphook said "Lord Barchoke, this is Miss Isabella Mary Peverell, daughter of Rafael and Annabeth Peverell."
"WHAT!" shouted the goblin called Barchoke. "B... But… How?" he stuttered.
"Or that's what she claims. I'll leave you two to each other." Griphook smiled an evil smile and left them alone. Isabella (she thought it was a nice name, as she liked twilight too) just had the feeling that Griphook really was a bastard.
"Hello O' Great Goblin. May your wife's purse and vaults overflow with gold and gems and your enemies die a deadly death." Said Isabella and smiled when she saw the already present expression of shock on the goblin's face, become more, shocking.
"Well met miss. May you never run out of gold and your enemies kiss your feet in defeat." said the goblin after composing himself. "Please have a seat."
She sat.
"I am Lord Barchoke, Head of Account Managers of Gringotts.
BTW I must say that you are a different witch, someone I rarely see like, with so good manners, nowadays."
She smiled.
"But I must say that I can't just hand over the Peverell Vaults' keys to you. It's been 2 decades since one claimed 'em. And as you are the only Peverell… Though you can claim them and all the other properties and the title if you give a simple test and pass it" explained the goblin to her.
"Wait! What Title? Vaults? How many I do have? And what properties?" she asked the goblin, now her chance at being shocked.
"You didn't know?" asked the goblin.
"No. I didn't even know that I wasn't a muggleborn but a halfblood (or a witch or that the magical world existed or even if this all is real (she didn't say that part loud though)). You see, I used to live in an orphanage in USA and used to go to an American Magical School. I read in some history books that Peverells originated from Britain so came here as soon as I could. I knew Gringotts will be able to help me, so this was my first stop after the International Portkey Station in Britain." It was her mouth and her voice but still it wasn't her who was saying it all. "I just wanted to see if I had any family and you tell me that I'm the only Peverell…" tears started to come in her eyes, just the idea of having parents coming to her mind made her want to cry. Her mother, her only parent, had died 3 years ago in a plane crash, in the 'real' world.
The goblin smiled sadly and gave her a bunch of tissues which she gladly took and wiped her tears.
After composing herself, she said, "I'm sorry. I get emotional sometimes."
"It's okay." said the goblin, still smiling sadly. "May I ask how your parents died?"
The words left her mouth before she could do anything; she knew it wasn't she who said it though.
"Death Eaters"
"Ah! Those blasted creatures. I apologize and give you my heartfelt condolences for your loss. Your parents were really very nice people, but, so were all the Peverells I met" said the goblin.
"It's okay; it's been a long time." She said hurriedly. "So, the test…?" She prompted, reminding the goblin of what he was telling her earlier.
"Ah! Ya! The Blood Test!" said the goblin and waved his hands, summoning a few parchments and a simple looking gold dagger.
She watched, fascinated to see magic for the first time but she did not show it on her face, proof of being a genuine winner of 'Best Actor Award' in her 'real' school.
"What is this test, sir?" she asked Barchoke sincerely.
"This is a test that requires your blood" the goblin said and waited to see if she'd get worried or not. Seeing no response but an attentive face, he continued. He didn't know that she had read many 'Inheritance-type' fanfics. But she didn't know that this Blood Test is just going to change her magical life, forever. J
"Few drops of your blood will be taken and poured over this Main Parchment" he stopped to show her a full-white-parchment, "Then it will reveal all the houses that you are head/member of, all your vaults and the liquid value of its contents, your properties and titles and if you have any living blood relatives."
"Okay, but what is the fees for it?" she asked, being cautious as she knew that the goblins made money out of everything they can.
"It's free if you really are revealed to be who you claim, but if not, then 6 sickles" Barchoke told her, understanding that this girl was intelligent.
"I see. But I don't have any Wizarding money with me at the moment." Isabella told him the truth. "I spent them all trying to get here." She lied. "I just have some US dollars, 50 to be exact." She told the truth.
"The current system states: 10$ = 1G. So I guess that you will be able to pay the fees even if you don't pass" explained the goblin, chuckling to himself in goblin humor. "So, let's start"
With that he gave her the dagger and placed the parchment in front of her on the table.
She took the dagger, went to cut her hand, but stopped. "Who will heal my hand?"
"Pardon?" said the goblin, not knowing what the girl said, well, not understanding it.
"I mean, I'll cut my hand, then who'll heal it?" she explained her worry to Brachoke.
"Oh!" Realization hitting him, Barchoke did laugh now but stopped after seeing the angry-nervous-embarrassed face of the girl in front of him. "It will heal itself, even if you pass or not."
Feeling embarrassed, she nodded and did what she was told.
The blood on the parchment got soaked into it and slowly words started to form. When all the 3 parchments, that the goblin had summoned, were full and no words were forming anymore, the goblin took the parchments, eyed them all immediately and smiled.
Saying nothing, he passed 'em to her.
Isabella took the parchments and started to read…
"
Results of Blood Test
Name of Participant before Test (with titles) –
Miss Isabella Mary Peverell
Houses:
(All are from father's side as mother was a muggle-born witch)
1)Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell – Head of House
2)Most Ancient House of Eaglebeak – Head of House
3)Most Ancient And Royal House of Hufflepuff-Bourbon - Head of House
4)Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter – Member of House
Titles:
1)Peverell House:
·Duchess of Hogsmeade
2)Hufflepuff-Bourbon House:
·Queen of the Kingdom of Navarre
·Countess of Hufflepuff
Vaults:
1)Peverell Family Vault – 80,960,000,000 G
2)Peverell Trust Vault – 65,000,000 G
3)Anne Peverell Trust Vault – 9,000,000 G
4)Eaglebeak Family Vault – 300,000,000 G
5)Elizabeth Eaglebeak Vault – 1,360,000 G
6)Eaglebeak Vault #2 – 690,000,780 G
7)Hufflepuff-Bourbon Family Vault – 197,800,100,000 G
8)Camellia Hufflepuff-Bourbon Trust Vault – 910,000,000 G
Total Liquid Value = 280,735,460,780 G
Properties:
v Peverell Family-
a)Peverell Ancestral Fort, near Hogsmeade – Under Fidelius
b)Peverell Chateau, France
c)Peverell Mansion, Germany
d)Peverell Castle, near Inverness - Under Fidelius
e)Peverell Island, near Maldives - Under Fidelius
v Eaglebeak Family-
a) Eaglebeak Ancestral Home, Godric's Hollow – Under Fidelius
b) Eaglebeak Hogwarts Home, Hogsmeade
c) Eaglebeak Mansion, Caer Azkaban - Under Fidelius
d) Eaglebeak Holiday Home, Portugal
v Hufflepuff-Bourbon Family-
a)Hufflepuff-Bourbon Ancestral Palace, North Navarre - Under Fidelius
b)Hufflepuff Ancestral Castle, Helga's Den - Under Fidelius
c)25% of Hogwarts Castle, Hogsmeade [which is – Hufflepuff Rooms (Hufflepuff dorms and common room, Chambers/Rooms of Helga Hufflepuff and her office), The Room of Requirements, The Greenhouses and the ½ of Astronomy Tower]
d)Bourbon Chateau, west coast of Navarre
e)Celeste Castle, east coast of Navarre
f)Clebourne Castle, South Navarre
g)Hufflepuff Haveli, India
h)Hufflepuff-Bourbon Mansion, New Orleans - Under Fidelius
Living Blood Relatives:
(In ascending order of closeness of relation)
1)Harry James Potter, Heir to the Dukedom of Potter, Gryffindor and the Headship/Title of Prince of the Principality of Azkaban – Cousin – Grandson of Paternal Great-Aunt
2)Amelia Annabeth Bones, Regent to the Marquise of Boneshire – Paternal Great Grandmother's Sister's Granddaughter
3)Susan Amelia Bones, Heir to the Marquise of Boneshire – Paternal Great Grandmother's Sister's Great Granddaughter
Name of Participant after Test (with Titles) –
Her Majesty
Queen Isabella I
Queen of the Kingdom of Navarre, Protector of the Realm
Duchess of Hogsmeade
Countess of Hufflepuff
Head of the Houses of Peverell, Eaglebeak and Hufflepuff-Bourbon
"
And she fainted.
End of Chapter
AN2: So what do you think? Was it good or bad or something else? Let me know by reviewing.
I don't mind flamers, I like to know what "EXACTLY" you think about this story so, please be honest when you review. Which I know you will be, won't you?
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And ya, if you find anything similar from other fics, do tell me. I'll mention 'em here.
I got the idea of "Countess of Hufflepuff" from Keira Marcos' "Earl of Gryffindor". I JUST LOVE HER SOULMATE BOND STORY!
BTW Thanks for reading and reviewing!