A/N: Next chapter! Woho! As always tell me about grammar/spelling mistakes and plotholes that are to noticeable. This chapter will contain a large timejump aswell on some Peverell info.

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Chapter 3; Finances, and the years in between.


"What now?" I said as I turned my eyes from the beautiful ring adorning my finger to Ironjaw.

Tapping his finger on a smal stone that was placed on the desk Ironjaw looked me in the eye and said. "Now you'll need to meet your account manager, who was instated the moment you accepted the Peverell house. His name is Goldpaw and he can tell you anything you'll need to know about your account."

I nodded and turned as the door opened to reveal Griphook. "Griphook! Take Lady Peverell here to Goldpaws office."

The goblin bowed and motioned me to follow him. A trip later we arrived at a door of black wood with a silver P attached to it. Knocking and opening the door Griphook walked away like before. Entering I looked upon the large office adorned with bookcases along the walls and a large desk made in the same black wood, behind the desk sat a goblin with silver hair and glases on his crooked nose, looking up the goblin stod and moved infront of me.

"I am Goldpaw, the new account manager of House Peverell." The goblin said streching his hand out to shake.

"Nice to meet you Goldpaw. I'm Lady Peverell but call me Holly." I answered taking the hand and shaking it.

"Take a seat." Goldpaw said while sitting down behind the desk. "So. Holly, what do you wish to know?" He asked as we sat on the opposite sides of the desk.

"I want to know about my status. Financial, political and so on." I answered.

Snaping his fingers a black leatherbound book appeared on the desk. On the cover of the book was a large detailed silver P. It was bound with a large silver padlock without a keyhole, keeping it shut. "This is the Peverell account book. It contains every scrap of information gringotts have on the Peverells. It requires your blood to be opened of course. Security and all."

Pricking my finger on a silver needle Goldpaw gave me I let a few drops splash upon the flat surface of the padlock, making it glow faintly white and then open with a click. Opening the book Goldpaw looked up at me. "Lets check the status of the finances?" Seeing me nod he snaped his fingers again and the book flipped until it reached a page with the headline Finances.

"Now then. The Peverell money vault, Nr.13, contains an amassed amount of 50.026 G (Galleons) 23.059 S (Sikles) and 2.993 K (Knuts). With todays exchange rate its around 500,000 - 600,000 muggle pounds. Give or take a couple of thousands. Last time opened by Pavarelus Peverell in 1306."

Giving him a nod he continued.

"The item vault contains a very long list of items. To many to list in one visit. It does however contain a large amount of gold and silver. Ancient furniture. Artifacts, foremost dark. And a lot of books, about 73,000."

That news made me blink out a little. I have always loved to read, and with this many books, ancient books, that contain most likely lost knowledge made my insides do a couple of backflips. After all, Knowledge is Power. Refocusing I said. "Continue."

"Let us continue on with properties. Most of the Peverell properties are unfortunately destroyed, the land however is still yours, a thousand years is a long time after all. Peverell manor still stands but were claimed by Parvus Potter in 1661. It's today named Potter manor. You could probably get it back but it would take both time and money, lots of money."

The idea was tempting. But I would probably try and set it on fire the moment I saw it.

"There's a house in Scotland that still stands. It is however not in the best shape. It would take a couple of months to restore it."

Thinking things over I decided that the reveal of someone having claimed the Peverell name would most likely come out soon, staying in the only property still standing would be to obvious. And for my plan of vengance to work I would have to remain incognito. My name would most likely be kept safe inside gringotts. Thank god they are separate from the ministry. I would have to remain Holly Preach until a later date.

With this in mind I said. "I would like if none of this where revealed to the public."

"There is no chance to keep safe that the Peverell name haven't been claimed from the public. But however. We don't have to reveal the name of the one claiming it."

Nodding I said. "I will remain Preach and stay at the orphanage..." 'Can't believe I said that!' "...until a later date when it fits with my plans."

Goldpaw gave me a look before nodding. "Very well miss Preach. Your true identity will not escape these walls, that I swear on my life. I presume that you will want to visit the vaults before you leave?"

"Yes."


Whistling dow deep into the earth I held down hard on my seat by fear of flying of, after about 15mins of stomach throttling highspeed traveling we came to stop before a large black metal door. Griphook who was with me aswell as my account manager and another gobling named Mudeye walked of the cart and stod before the door. In sync they each took out a silver knife from their clothing and cut their plam open. Pressing the wounded hand against the door at the same time the door clicked open. Seeing my look Goldpaw said.

"The highest security vaults are in this tunnel. These sort of security can't be bought by money but given to certain families. Not even the Gryffindor vault have this high security."

Goldpaw handled me an necklace and motioned me to put it on as the goblins did the same with theirs. Nodding quickly I put it over my head and followed the three goblins into the dark, small tunnel behind the 3feet broad door. Griphook lit a torch but you could still hardly see anything because the black stone that made up the walls, roof and floor.

Coming into a large chamber that was lit by a dull blue shine that didn't seem to have any visible source I suddenly felt dread settle over me. I felt myself pale and my legs starting to shake a little. Goldpaw pointed towards the roof where I felt myself take a step back out of fear. A large blue shield that was the source of the rooms light covered the roof and beyond was the very thing that made the air tence and my heart beat faster. Cloaked in black the hundred of cloaked creatures flew around bashing against the shield, bidding their time.

Once again Goldpaw turned to me. He was a little paler than usual I noticed. "Dementors. If anyone tried to break the first door or didn't carry one of these amulets the shield would have dropped, the doors would seal and the chamber would extinguish all light within it."

Swallowing I and my companions headed out the opening at the other end and into another dark tunnel. After a while we came upon an empty chamber that was light in the same blue light but this originated from round stones set into the walls. Inside the chamber was two massive black doors with silver carvings depicting skeletal horses with wings and the same large detailed P in the middle.

"To the right is the money-vault and to the left is the item-vault. To open you must coat the door with your blood. We cannot follow you into the vaults." Goldpaw said as he handed me the now clean silver knife. Nodding I went first to my right and cut my palm with the knife and smeared it on the door.

The door faded to reveal a colossal room with mountains of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. Griphook handed me a bag before I went in and scoped up a large amount of coins. Handing the bag to Griphook I said. "Exchange this to Pounds for me." Nodding he scurried of back into the tunnel.

The door fade into existance again and I turned towards the second door. Slicing my palm I opened it.

Inside was a mess. Mountains of furniture and diverse other things. Walking future into the vault I came upon a part that looked like a gigantic library. Almost running I headed to the closest bookshelf. On a bronze sign it stood, Transfiguration.


*Timeskip. 1.5 hours.*


Putting the last book I needed into the extension charmed trunk I headed towards the exit where now only Goldpaw waited. Almost at the vaultdoor I noticed something. It was a row of glass cases along the right wall that seemed to tug at me, barely noticesing I turned towards them and started walking, in my daze I dropped the trunk and walked over. Looking into the cases I saw wands. Reading the lable attached to the first it stood.

Argav Peverell. 1032-1092. Ash. Phoenix Feather. 12".

Continued through I looked at the lables.

Prima Peverell. 911-1001. Oak. Unicorn Hair. 9".

Aula Potter (neƩ Peverell). 1199-1282. Ash. Unicorn Hair. 10".

Pevaltarius Peverell. 701-902. Whispering Willow (extinct). Thestral Tail Hair. 15".

I stopped. The wand in the case was the one that pulled on me. Urging me to pick it up. It was long and pale white, smal black runes etched into the handle. Not that I could read them.

As I touched the case it clicked and I lifted the lid. Stretching out I closed my hand around my handle and felt a strong rush from the wand that echoed through my body. A breeze came from nowhere and ruffled my hair and clothes, black and silver sparks poured out from the wand swirling like a whirlwind around me before taking the form of the winged skeletal horse I'd seen on the vault doors. The horse trotted around me three times before nodding and fading out of existance.

Sticking the wand in my wasteline because it didn't fit in my pocket I headed back to the trunk and exited the vault, we found Griphook waiting at the cart. Heading up to the lobby I exited diagon alley and went back to the orphanage.


*Timeskip. 3 years. Age 9.*


I have grown these last years. Standing at 5.1feet I'm not the smallest in the orphanage anymore. These last three years had been... interesting. Everyone looked upon me with fear now. I still had my own room but it was in better condition thanks to the funds from the Peverell vaults. A new bed and desk, new window too. The only thing left was the old wardrobe, it felt special somehow. Plus it wasn't as run-down as the rest of the things.

I had trained alot through the years. Everything from Transfiguration till Dark arts. Oh yes, the Peverell had alot of books on the Dark arts. Last year I perfected my Occlumency and Legilimency after two years of almost constant practise, in this place I sure need it. The other orphanages find my emotionless face... disturbing.

My lips curved slightly as I sat on my bed reading a book on the unforgivables. I had already tried the first two, the Cruciatus and Imperius. I've not yet tried the Killing curse, it leaves to much of a trace.

Three years. Time surely went fast. Putting the book back into my trunk which was hidden by a muggle-notice-me-not charm and a few wards. I walked out my door and into the hall towards the bathroom. The orphans hurried out of my way when I came close eyes wide and faces pale.

Closing and locking the door with a flick of my hand I turned towards the mirror. Wandless magic came before even my wand magic, it was very useful when I could not use my wand. In two years I will enter Hogwarts as a muggleborn. I had no perticular hate towards muggleborns, they where magical and that was enough. Muggles however, those I hate.

Staring at my dull eyes and snow white face I felt only pride. The dull eyes was sign that my occlumency was working and my pale skin a sign of my many hours inside reading. Last time I was out was about a couple of months ago. I was so pale I could, if I looked close, see my scar, that scar.

It had somehow mysteriously spread and now covered almost the whole right side of my face. It wasn't like a ordinary scar, it was soft and felt like ordinary skin. The most staggering thing was my right eye. When the spread had reached my eye it turned white, completely white. It was kinda creepy. You would think I was blind but I could see perfectly, more than perfectly. I could see the magic in the air. When I went to Diagon alley I was almost overwhelmed by the colors that danced through the air. If Diagon alley was that overwhelming I would become blind at Hogwarts so, when I went to any magical place I would cover my eye with a piece of cloth. I could still see but not as sharply.

Washing myself I went down and grabbed some food from the dining room and went back to my room.
I don't like to eat around people, muggles foremost. I do not generally like to be around people at all. Offering a piece of the cooked meat to Ghost I picked up a book on Warding and started reading.


*Timeskip 2 years. age 11. August the 1st.*


Looking up at the dark building Albus Dumbledore felt the hair on his neck rise. Standing in the exact same spot as he had many years before, infront of Wool's Orphanage. In his hand was a Hogwarts letter addressed to one Holly Preach. The reason he was there. Swallowing his dread he knocked on the front door of the orphanage.

A girl around nineteen opened after a few seconds and stared at his purple early 20th century costume. "I'm here to see the manager of this orphanage. My name is Albus Dumbledore." He said while putitng forth one of his friendly smiles. "MRS COLE!" The girls shout made his smile slip and he almost choked on his lemondrop. When the woman approached he almost fainted. Mrs Cole looked exactly like her mother.

"Thank you, Jane." She said and turned his eyes upon Albus. She looked like she would faint too.

"Good day Mrs Cole. My name is Albus Dumbledore."

Mrs Cole beaconed him into the same office he'd been before. Turning and closing the door she hissed at him. "You're here for the Freak! Aint you! I remember my mother telling me about a man with long beard in a purple costume. I know who you are and what you are after!"

Taken aback he quickly collected himself and said. "I'm here to meet one Holly Preach who resides in this orphanage. Perhaps you could tell me something about her?"

Shaking her head before before taking a seat behind the dingy desk she looked at him. " She's been here since she five, she looked like a three year old. Thin and so smal. Parents left her on the streets when she was smal, brought here by the police.

Soon those freakish things started to happen that my mum had told me about. I figuered out it was her and put her in another room. Away from the normal children. Soon her strangeness and small form attracted bullies. Alice was one of the most prominent, nice girl if a bit arrogant, blond and blue eyes, been here since she was about two. Parents abandoned her at our feet."

"One day around four or five years ago an accident happened." Cole said while looking out the window, lost in memory. When she did not continue talking Albus said with dawning apprehension.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked, dread filling his stomach.

Cole turned and looked him in the eye and said. "She fell. Top floor, six levels down to the ground. I remember it so well. We could never prove anything but somehow I knew. It was a sunny afternoon, most children where in the backyard. I was in the kitchens helping the caretakers when we heard it. A loud crash of glass shattering and a scream. The most horrible scream I'll most likely ever hear, filled with terror. Then it stopped, just like that." She said with a snap of her fingers.

Turning to look out the window again she continued. "She was a mess as she hit the road in the backyard, landed in a shower of glass. They had to almost scrape her of it.

Sensing the similarities Albus said a little hesitant. "Has there been any more accidents?"

"Just a few, but only one so prominent. Campbell his name was. Big boy. Suspect he stole from the kitchens and the other orphans. He basicly took over after Alice. A boy named Anderson found him in a cupboard on the fifth floor, suspect he lay there about a week. Bitten by a snake. Once in the ankle and once in the neck artery."

Looking into space for a moment Albus said. "How did she become suspected?"

"The damn snakes. Since she came here they have flocked the place. Did so before to."
Cole gave him a pointed look. "We could of course not prove anything, but I knew it was her."

"Can you tell me more about Holly in Person?"

"She's quite bright I must say. Top of the class in school. In the last year she have stopped going at all we're not going to try and force her there, her glare must be the most scary thing I have ever seen."

"Was? She doesn't do it anymore?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"No. A couple of years ago she had these beautiful green eyes. Largest I have ever seen and when she looked at you. Well, it was hard to be captivated by those eyes. After a while they became creepy. Empty sorta, just nothing. No hint of anger or disgust. Just nothing. Then around three years ago she went suddenly blind on her right eye, over a night. Completely white. That made her stare even more creepy. Around two years ago her right eye turned white over a night, like if she was suddenly blind. Soon enough the other eye followed. I first tought she was truely blind but I found her reading a book so I credited it to her... strangeness.

"And the rest of her appearance?" Albus inquired.

"Why don't you see for yourself." Cole said and moved to the door.

Walking through the orphanage he remember the shaby but clean halls. It was different now. Renovated in the last 20 years atleast. Walking up the stairs to the third floor he found himself standing infront of the very same door as he had stod so long ago, but newer. Knocking Mrs Cole opened the door and walked away faster than she had on the way there.

Steping in he saw the room. Most of it looked almost brand new. Except the wardrobe that stood to the left, it was the same as last time he was here. Turning his eyes on the girl who sat on the bed with a book in her lap, her black long hair covering her face.

"Good day, miss Preach. My name is Albus Dumbledore."

The girl turned her face up and he found himself staring into the two completely white orbs that seemed to glow in the gloom created by the setting sun. She was wearing the orphanage uniform, shoes, white stockings, gray skirt, and a longsleeved shirt. Putting down the book the girl took a black piece of cloth from the bedside table and tied it over her eyes, hiding them from view.

"Good evening, Albus Dumbledore. Why are you here?" She said. Her voice smooth and calm. Leaning her head a little to the left in an inquiring way.

Gaining a small smile he answered. "I am the headmaster of a very prestigious school called Hogwarts, which you have been accepted."

"Hogwarts? I've never heard of that school, Headmaster Dumbledore, and I have definitely never applied for a scholarship." She said with an guarded look.

Smiling a little he said. "May I take a seat?" Looking pointely at the bed.

"Of course, let me just..." She said while reaching under the sheats. "... take this little guy out of the way." Pulling back her arm she revealed the large pale snake winded around her arm. Putting itd own on the bed beside her she said while rubbing the head. "Don't worry, he is perfectly safe. He won't try anything. Isn't that right Ghost?"

His smile fading for a second before he took a seat at the end of the bed.

His smile back again he said. " Have you ever been able to do somethings that others can not? Something strange that you can not explain?"

The girl looked at him for a long time, hard to tell because her covered eyes. Suddenly she raised her hand and the book lying at her side floated to its place in the bookshelf. Giving him a small smile she said. "By the look on your face, I can tell that you know the answer." While saying this she thought. 'He took it hook, line and sinker.'

Quickly recovering from his shocked expression he turned back towards her and said in a excited voice. "That was an extraordinary display of wandless magic! How long have you been able to do it?" He was truly stunned by the performance. Not even he himself had been able to do that at that age.

"Is it magic? I would have thought so. I have been able to manipulate different things since I was six." She said with a fake proud smile.

"Yes, well. I look forward to see you at Hogwarts. Would you require an escort to Diagon alley or shall I tell you how to get there by yourself?" Albus asked.

"Tell me how to get there and I'll find it myself. I know London quite well. She answered in a dull voice.

"Very well. I expect great things from you, Holly Preach." He said as he gave her the letter and turned to leave.

"Oh. By the way Headmaster."

"Yes?"

"Why would a Headmaster invite a student to the school? Is that normal i the magical world." She asked.

"Yes." He said simply as he bid his farewell and exited the orphanage.


3916 words. I think i'm gonna keep around this length on the chapters, if I can. Next time it's to Diagon alley and the Hogwarts express! Hopefully I'll update soon.