I'm back. In payment for waiting a few day, I know how hard it is, enjoy this super long chapter that I wrote at 12 in the morning.

The door creaked as I pushed it aside and my footsteps echoed throughout the stone chamber

"I need a few things from Gringotts Bank." My eyes drifted across her old features. By the looks of it, she might have raised a pack of wolves or a few boys not too long ago. "I have an account there that no one can touch."

"Well my dear," Her voice tender and warm. "I believe we haven't formally introduced ourselves yet. I'm the headmaster McGonagall." Her hand out stretched in front of me.

"Black, Nadia Clemet-Black. Just a quick question," anxiety coursed through me. "I may have mentioned that I'm originally a muggle born and um, just how exactly are they seen in this society?" My hands fiddling away under my dusty cape.

"Oh, not to worry," She continued as she started down the hall. "You will find that there is little prejudice against you here. The Slytherin's may still be with the old ways but that's simply because they are still taught that way by their parents."

Relife flooded me as I ran after the new headmaster

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After a quick catch up on what's new around Hogwarts we had soon arrived in Hogsmeade which was buried in snow. We then apparated to Diagon Alley and were standing in front of Gringotts Bank before I truly realized that maybe there would be nothing here for me.

"Maybe I should see if I can find my old home. Maybe someone lives there and will let me look around for old times' sake." My head dropped in disappointment.

"Well we're already here so why not try. Do you have a key?" Her eyes glared at me from atop the marble steps.

"I guess." Wondering if it was a trick question. "I mean, there's a reason nobody can access my vault."

She lead the way up the steps to a goblin at the far end of the large room. His beading eyes paid no attention to me as he rushed through the papers in front of him.

"Ahem." McGonagall's voice strict and concise. "There is someone that would like to open their vault."

"Name and vault." The goblin said, still paying no attention to us in front of him.

"Nadia Clemet-Black, vault 17 please." I said trying to force confidence into my voice.

The goblins brows shot up and his dark piercing eyes barred their way through whatever confidence I had gathered. "I believe you are mistaken, did I hear Nadia?" Without looking away he perched over the side of his desk and stared down at me, making me want to shrivel away.

"Yes, you heard me right, Nadia Clemet-Black." My voice on the edge of cracking. "Do I have to repeat myself? Because then you're just wasting my time and I don't have a lot." Anger boiling up inside of me as I think about the fact that this may be all that's left of me and who I was.

"Key." It came out as a sneer from behind his barred teeth.

I pulled out my wand and silently cast my patronus in the shape of a small dragon that I willed to dance up and down the length of my wand. The goblin, looking taken aback, then considered this for a moment. Just when I thought he may refuse, he popped down from his desk and lead us through a set of doors to the vaults. Although she said nothing, McGonagall seemed almost intrigued by my little dragon and the show it put on.

"Keep your hands inside the cart at all times." The goblin joked while hopping into the cart that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

We zipped along the tracks and through a waterfall till we reached the large metal door that held all my secrets, belongings, and even what's left of my family and all the memories of them. I hesitated for a bit then decided it's worth knowing how much my family left behind for someone that fell off the face of the earth with no trace. I forced back my tears and held my palm against the cool metal. Wheels turned and there was a series of clicks before the door gave away to reveal a vault, my vault, stuffed to the roof with old furniture, pictures, trunks with clothes spilling out, and gold. Piles and piles of gold surrounded everything that was left behind for me. One thing stood out, a small, polished oak table with a moving picture of the family tree up until the date, December 17, 2017. Today's date.

"Who? What? How?" The words tumbling out before I can get my thoughts together.

My ideas lost by the way that McGonagall was looking at one of the portraits. A man with wild black hair and glasses too big for his face stood staring back. I could've sworn a tear slipped from the old lady's face before she looked to me with a puzzling glance.

"My dear, it appears you're related to some very important people." Her eye glimmered as she continued. "Do you remember what I was saying about the dark lord and the boy who lived?"

I nodded in response.

"Your sister must have gone on to start a family and well, somewhere down the line your family merged with the Potter's."

The names seemed meaning less, but I smiled happily as it seemed to mean a lot to her. The mention of my sister brought painful memories to mind. I may not have shown that I needed her but now I will never get that chance to make it up to her.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to load up a trunk of things I may need for the next little while." With that, I started to cast a series of enchantments on a nearby trunk so that it would be able to hold everything I needed. Once I swept through the vault a few times I decided that I had all I needed.

"You might want to save room for the books that you will study at Hogwarts." Came McGonagall from behind the little table now standing alone by the wall with the picture still on top of it.

The thought never occurred to me that I would be able to re-attend Hogwarts. "I can go back?" Each word carful, as to not ruin my chances and make McGonagall want to change her mind.

"Why of course." Laughter filled her now melodious voice. "It doesn't seem like you have anywhere else to go and besides, you haven't finished your education."

I considered telling her the truth but thought about how she may have a point with not having anywhere to go. "If you insist."

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Shopping was quick work since all the other students where back at Hogwarts and not overcrowding the street. I ended up with a few stacks of books to help catch me up on the changed curriculum, a new set of potion ingredients, new robes, and a super small striped owl which I named after my sister Elouise, Louie for short.

"Are you ready?" Stated McGonagall.

It seemed like a simple question but was I ready? Sure, I had everything for school but what about school itself? The people? The questions? "All set." Whatever I had to face would be better than sitting round on my arse all day mourning the person I used to be. I need to start over and this may be my only chance. Time to start over, once and for all.