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It was a nice Sunday morning. Normal and dare she say it? Peaceful. Almost. The fact that there was a big ruckus in the other kids' room didn't help. These were the times she missed the solidarity of her dorm room back in Hogwarts.
Ah well. It was time for breakfast anyway. Seventeen year old Violet 'Vi' Potter got dressed and was getting ready for another boring day at the orphanage. That is until the black owl tapping on her window came.
No one bothered to send letters. Her brother, Charles Potter was adopted by the newly freed Sirius Black during last year. And he never bothered to owl and she was an outcast in Slytherin anyway for being the sister of the Boy- Who- Unfortunately- Lived.
She was tired, damn it. Couldn't that annoying owl go somewhere else and die?
She reluctantly opened the window and let the owl in. Oh, the Hogwarts letter. How could she have forgotten?
She read through the customary introduction and was reading through her list. Thankfully she was older and was the heiress to the Potter Fortune. Charles would have probably banned her from going near that money if he was the heir.
Just like she did. But he had the Black fortune to go back to. While she would have been flat broke.
She decided now that she was a legal adult that meant she could go lie in one of the Potter properties and she would have to move quick. The Order members will try to get their hands on the Potter fortune by inducting her in. Forcefully, if they had to. But today they would be celebrating the fake Boy- Who- Lived- To- Make- Her- Life- Miserable.
She packed everything and ran to the nearest bus station. She didn't bother saying farewells. They won't have cared anyways. She got off at the Leaky Cauldron and slipped in. Wouldn't do to get mobbed. She quickly got her supplies and went to Gringotts to straighten some stuff out.
She made sure that there was no way that the Order or god forbid her brother ever touching a Knut of her money. And since the public gave the money and gift to Charles Potter and Charles never bothered to move it to a Black Vault she using her powers took away his trust vault when he was thirteen and sealed the 'Gifts' vault from various fans and old dead people who wanted to leave everything to the Boy- Who- Lived from Charles.
It was truly a piece of art. There were thousands of valuable things there.
She chose Potter Manor in Scotland and portkeyed away. It was the end of a decade but a start of an age.
