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Learning, Conquering, and Pain

Pacing around the room, oblivious to the two goblins amused glances, she finally sat back down in her chair with her head bowed to her knees cursing her luck. Or lack of luck that is. Gwen knew that Lady Luck was never really on her side truthfully speaking, but it certainly did suck when bad things began happening.

She thought back to that one time where she almost burned down the house. Keyword being almost, the house wasn't completely burned down since the kitchen was still standing. Much to her dismay, as she was the one that had to shop around for new furniture with her crazed shopping fanatic of an aunt. Even though Gwen was the cause of it she couldn't help but snort at the injustice of it all. But this made the burning of the house an extremely small and not crucial point of her life.

Groaning in disbelief she shook her head and let out a moan of despair. This always has to happen to me she thought tiredly, I didn't even think it was even possible for this to happen. I doubt they thought that this can happen. Gwen wanted to hit her head on the wall beside her and see if she was still dreaming.

Maybe I'm still at home and this is all a dream. Gwen started hopefully in her mind. Yes! I'm probably still at home waiting for an owl to come and wake me up to bring me here. She smiled triumphantly as she brought her head back up. Only for it to come crashing down at Ragnuk's words.

"I'm sorry," Ragnuk said, "But you are here and this is happening." Gwen wondered if he was able to read minds, or if she was just easy to read.

"Really?" She started off tiredly, "Why is the magical world so full of…." Gwen trailed off before angrily adding in, "I don't know what it's full of but it sucks! I still don't understand what exactly a hor-crutch," ignoring the amused look on Griphook's face she continued on, "is. And does."

Her drained voice was unable for the goblins to hide their amused snorts. Yes, they did pity the poor future Lady Potter. And they certainly liked her as much as a goblin would ever like witches and wizards, but her reaction was entertaining. They both shared a grin as they thought the wizarding world won't know what hit them.

"We'll get rid of the fully blocked abilities first before we discuss anything else." Ragnuk stated imperiously. "I might take it upon myself to tell you though, that it'll be a completely different experience." He looked over in concern, that would make any other normal witch and wizard watching the exchange look on in shock. "Normally unblocking these types will knock a person out for days due to the amount of pain it causes. We are going to give you another pain potion and put you on this bed. But the effects of this antidote will cancel out some of the pain potion. You'll feel some pain but it won't be as excruciating as it would be without the potion."

As he motioned to where Griphook was standing she noticed that there were characters carved onto the wooden frame of the bed. Pointing she asked, "What are those?"

"Runes." They both said simultaneously. Griphook continued on as Ragnuk went to get the potions in place. "Since fully blocked powers are a pain to get rid of, this bed that we made is for high paying customers to sleep here. Once you're on this bed, an hour outside of the bed is a day when you're inside the bed." Relishing at the awe the gaping girl was showing he chuckled before he continued. "We figured this would be better since you don't want to spend three days or more unconscious now do you?"

Smirking at her shaking head he continued on, "You'll most likely be tired when you wake up, and it is important that you move around after your powers come back." Gwen listened as she was being ushered into the bed and having a numbing potion forced into her hand. "So we figured that I will accompany you around Diagon Alley and take you places you wish to go to so your magic will stabilize by the time we come back."

"That sounds great Griphook!" Gwen beamed at him happily before she uncapped the potion and drank from it. "Ugh, I'm never going to get used to that." Grimacing she handed the empty bottle back and took a pure red bottle from Ragnuk's hands.

Before she uncapped it, Griphook muttered a good-luck before she downed the mesmerizing red potion. The moment she swallowed she could feel the pain began. Gwen didn't know how to describe it. It felt as if more than a thousand needles were prickling at her throat. She threw herself back onto the bed as she felt the needles move throughout her body at a fast pace. Completely taking over her bodily functions.

Painfully curling into a ball she whimpered as she felt the liquid rush back to where her chest was. Gwen let out an unearthly scream as she felt attack her core. Bullocks, amazed at how she could still be able to think, and they said it wouldn't hurt tha —

Gwen blacked out before she could even finish her thoughts.

Emerald eyes opened to see a world blurred. Panicking, Gwen tried sitting up but was stopped when her body burst in pain. Groaning she barely heard two sets of feet making way to where she was laying. A rough voice, which Gwen was assuming to be Ragnuk, hushed her and told her to take her time while sitting up.

Barely registering what was happening, she forced her arms to rub her eyes. Mentally worrying about losing her eyesight. She rubbed as hard as she could with the little strength she had. Taking deep breaths she forced herself onto her elbows and soon found herself in a sitting position. Stretching she faced Griphook only to find him muffling his laughter.

"What's so funny?"

Instead of an answer she was handed a mirror, in which she promptly dropped in shock. "M…My hair! It's orange!" She grasped at loose strands framing her face, staring in awe.

"Heh, that seems to be your metamorphmagus abilities at work." Ragnuk said toothily.

"How do I change it back?"

"Will it."

Screwing her eyes in concentration, Gwen thought back to how her black hair looked like before it turned orange. And slowly she felt a cool sensation move through her scalp. Opening her eyes she knew she had succeeded at the appraising faces of Ragnuk and Griphook.

Looking between the two goblins she decided to ask, "Are we going around Diagon Alley or what?"

"I don't really understand the necessity for glamours to be put on." Grumbled Gwen as she took in her new appearance in windows reflection.

Griphook, who had cleverly cast a spell to make him invisible, currently sat on her shoulders. Like a child on their parents back, leaned down to whisper, "You don't want the press to have a field day do you?"

Shivering a bit, she shook her sleek blond hair and continued on her way. Listening to Griphook's directions as she made two lefts, then taking a right where she was forcibly stuck in a crowd of people until Gwen let out a roar and mandhandled those in her way, then shoved her way to move left to arrive at a bookstore.

Entering, her newly given ocean blue eyes wandered the store. The store was modest. There weren't any flashy books of popular reading choice, no stupid novels talking about romance between wizards and witches. These books as Gwen, no Angela she snorted derisively my name is Angela as of now if anyone asks, were insightful and full of learning.

Unlike the schoolbooks shaking her head in disgust she could feel that Griphook understood what she was thinking as he patted her head. She quickly moved to the back of the room, blue eyes narrowing as she scanned the names of each book.

She hissed, "Griphook, perhaps you could search for books to help me on my ability while I search for others that interest me." Gwen paused as she felt the weight lifted upon her shoulders. "And if you find anything else worth reading, please give it to me."

As the two parted ways she moved briskly around until her eyes stopped onto a book. She took it off its shelf and read the title, Elementals. Scoffing at the title she held onto the book as she moved along quickly.

She saw a bundle of books moving towards her and smiled as she read the titles. Magic, Necromancy: Dark and Light, Multi Animagi and Metamorpmagus, Lost Languages, Healing, The Mind she gleefully stated, "Thanks Griphook! You just saved me a ton of time here."

Putting her book on top of the six other books Griphook had found, they quickly found their way to the counter.

Irked at how no one was there, Gwen coughed loudly as she slammed the books onto the counter. As the banging noise rang through the shop a man with lopsided glasses rushed to the counter.

Not bothering to fix his glasses he gave her a smirk, "Hey cutie, names John." Pushing back his brown hair he continued with a wink, "What's your name?"

Blue eyes pierced through his soul. "Angela." Eyes narrowing and her sharp features turning savage she snarled out, "Is this a bookstore or a place to hook up. I don't have time for people trying to get fresh with me."

"S..Sorry about that." Voice shaking. "I w…was just a little b…bit hung up back there."

Face wincing at Gwen's indifferent expression turned her lips into a dainty scowl as she stated a little bit too roughly, "The cost."

"T..that will be," gulping for air he continued, "100 galleons." Face full of sweat as he squeaked out the number.

Handing over her card, Gwen watched in satisfaction as he fumbled over it before swiping it. As the transaction finished he magically wrapped the books up in brown paper and laced it with string to hold it by. Nodding her thanks she left to head back to Gringotts.

Ragnuk's Office

"And.. and then she made him all jumpy and cowardly!" Griphook howled with laughter as he told Ragnuk.

The goblins had fell to the ground howling with laughter.

Gwen sat there with a slight blush on her face as she also remembered how she had scared the owner. "You can't blame me." She whined over the noise they were making. "He should've been at the counter and taken his job seriously! Merlin, what's wrong with these people" Exasperated she threw her arms into the air. Did I just use 'Merlin'? she smiled looks like the wizarding world is brushing off on me.

Frustrated she yelled out, "Oi! Don't we have work to discuss now?"

Picking up two pieces of paper Ragnuk started off. "First order of business, shall we discuss the horcrux or you godparents?"

"Er, whatever you think should go first?"

"Alright then, we'll start with horcruxes. A horcrux is a dark object in where you witch or a wizard hides a piece of their soul. Hiding a fragment of their soul in an object allows them to get closer to immortality." Face turning into disgust. "But, only splitting a soul once does not gain immortality. You have to split it more. And there's only one type of person that would be so desperate to gain immortality."

"You don't mean… Voldemort do you?" Face whitening she stuttered out, "S…so I'm one of m..many?"

She took a look at their dark looks and figured she was correct.

"I've also felt another horcrux in the Lestrange vault," Griphook added in. "I've never done anything about it because they're high paying and very valuable to the business. We didn't see a need to do so, afterall we thought it was only one. But after seeing you the moment you stepped into Gringotts I felt the same presence as the other container in you." Taking a look at her face he moved forward. "We wanted to discuss this with you because having a piece of another persons soul in a living body is highly dangerous. If not banished it could have taken over you."

Taking over the speech Ragnuk spoke out in a sympathetic voice, "It hasn't taken over you because your mind has managed to seal it off. It's the only plausible explanation as of now. Seeing as how you're not another Dark Lord in the making it's safe to assume so. It makes it easier for us to handle." He hesitated a bit. "But not that much easier. Living objects were never supposed to be used as a horcruxes because a horcrux itself is already vile and dangerous. There has been no living container in history until now. It's not impossible to get rid of a horcrux, but it's extremely difficult."

Gwen sensed his unwillingness to continue. She quietly urged him to keep speaking. "How does one get rid of it?" His black, tired eyes bore into her green hopeful ones. "It must be damaged beyond physical and magical repair. Essentially you kill a dark object with another."

"There's no other way to get it out?!" Voice going hysterical as she no longer cared about putting up a brave front. She looked between Ragnuk and Griphook as they shared a look.

"Well.." Ragnuk drifted off.

"There is another way,"

"But it's never been used before because,"

"No one has been a living container."

"It's painful."

"Very painful." Griphook confirmed with a nod of his head.

"We can't do it now, perhaps —"

"After your first year?" Adding in hastily, "You won't die from this, it'll just be painful."

Gwen let out a breath of relief she didn't know she held. "As long as I don't die." Looking a bit more cheerful as the goblins looked surprised at how she shifted back into a more comfortable mood. "Now about my godparents…"

"Okay, okay wait back up." Hands lifted in a stop manner. "Let me get this straight. Sirius and Bellatrix were sent to Azkaban, which is basically a nightmare to be in with those flying dementors, without a trial all because Dumbledore said they were Death Eaters? When confirming the results just could have been used with a simple potion of veritaserum?" Taking a deep breath she continued on. "And Frank and Alice were tortured to insanity, supposedly by Bellatrix, and live in a hospital as of.. forever. And Minerva was told by Dumbledore that in my parents will, which was never opened, that I was to be sent to my aunt?"

Two shrunken heads bobbed up and down in confirmation as they added in, "Sirius and Bellatrix were notorious for their fight against Death Eaters. They were ruthless and took as many down as possible. Even though Bellatrix is married to a Death Eater she never took the Dark Mark. She was also smart enough to spend her time with Sirius in his house to stay safe. Rumors have it that not even Voldemort could get in."

"What in Merlin's name is wrong with these people?" Gwen couldn't help a feeling of elation move through her as she realized that they did want her, but under these circumstances they couldn't take her. "Isn't it said that people are innocent until proven guilty? Isn't this like a witch hunt where the non magical people went after whoever they thought were witches?" It's incredibly stupid she wanted to scream out in frustration. How could they just believe a person's word without having any proof her face turned sharp as she got angrier.

With her sharp face the frown that was making its way to her lips made her seem like a very unpleased pureblood. Which delighted Ragnuk and Griphook. They both knew that with her ancestory relating back to the Black bloodline she was more of a Black than a Potter. Despite popular belief since the general population has never seen her.

As they plotted the downfall of Dumbledore and the minister, Gwen began wondering why she was to be sent to her aunts, Gwen didn't mind living there since they loved her, but the way Dumbledore handled things made it seem too suspicious. "There must be a motive to put me with my aunty, right?"

"Nothing can get past you now can they," Ragnuk said as she beamed under the praise of the powerful goblin. "Dumbledore was possibly trying to make you ignorant to the wizarding world, and of your position."

Gwen's ears perked up, "Position?"

"You are the last Potter in the world." Pausing for a dramatic effect Griphook continued. "You're also heiress to the Black name, though I doubt Dumbledore knows that. He will though once you start your first year, you resemble a Black more than a Potter anyways. And if he does know he will try to make you even more clueless about how much power and influence you hold. With the power you hold, you can buy anyone you want. Have anyone in your pocket, because those names are prestigious and powerful. No one will dare come between you and anything you want."

Ragnuk decided to add in, "With the way you look, no one will care that you're a half blood."

"Wow." Came Gwen's intelligent reply. Suddenly remembering her godparents again, "Can I request that Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange be given a trial? Preferably where they just give them veritaserum and ask if they committed the crimes they are accused of. Is it possible to do it soon too? I'd like it a lot if we can get them out soon."

Ragnuk took their attention as he already wrote a formal inquiry — more like a demand in this case — for a speedy trial. Laughing gleefully at the well put threat she nodded for Ragnuk to send it to the ministry via a fearsome hunting hawk. Watching as the two goblins laughed maniacally with each other she couldn't hide a shudder. Gwen considered herself to be real lucky that she was friends with goblins. She didn't want to be on their bad sides. Oh no, looks like Lady Luck is finally on my side with a gleeful smile she accepted their portkey and made them promise to bring her to the courtroom for the trials.

Needless to say the moment she stepped back into her home she skipped and cackled around the house causing her cousin to shut himself tight in his own room.

A/N: Fast update yes? Also yes I know the story is going slow, and I'm sorry for that! You're all probably thinking why did you make the goblins like Gwen in the first place and all that other jazz. One it's because she showed them respect, and two it's because it's my story. So that's how I thought it out. I also hope that I'm not that bad at writing, I feel like I'm getting better :). I'm trying my best to do better, but please remember this is my first story!

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