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That was a word that Griphook, could describe Lilith Potter as. The look of a caged animal just waiting, to sink it's claws into it's next meal.

It was a look that he hasn't seen it more than 100 years, since she disappeared from site. A shiver went down his spine. And it was not pleasant.

The other goblins took notice, of the tiny shiver. And soon located it's source. Many eyes widened. When to saw the hidden look, in the young witches eyes.

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Wild...

A simple word to describe the ride. To Harry it was a unbreathing death trap. The other two seemed not to mind, but McGonagall winced every time she heard giggle in joy.

Why? You may ask, well it seems the our every own Lilith Potter loved anything that was in every word dangerous.

And the every fact the mining cart, they were in didn't have anything to stop them from shooting out of the cart. She just got thrill out it. So watching her brother stop to keep what ever, he had in his stomach made her giggle in joy.

Along with the fact every time she did it, McGonagall would wince at the craziness weaved into it.

By the time they got to the trust fund vault, Lilith's hair was everywhere and Harry himself was dry heaving outside the cart.

The goblin. Who's name she found out was Griphook, gave her the key to open up the vault.

"There you go Ms. Potter, just insert the key and the vault will open up."

Well... That was fairly easy. The little eleven year old thought it would involve at least some type of blood. But to her disappointment, there was only a bloody golden key.

But looking closer at it, it seemed to have a fortune will, with curvy designs in grave in it.

Opening the vault, the rusting round door creaked. Then revealing massive piles a gold, silver and bronze coins. But what caught Lilith's eyes were, the books stacked up in rows along the high walls of the vault.

She wondered if she, could possibly take some of the books with her. After all they were hers by birth right. Right?

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When Harry finally decided to enter the vault. He went straight to his sister.

"So?" He said while, walking up to her.

His sister raised a slim eyebrow as her answer.

Harry just nodded, knowing his sister wanted time to herself to look in the vault.

That's when he noticed that both McGonagall and Snape didn't come in.

He was about to question it, when Griphook answered for him.

"Mister Potter, only those of the, Potter line. Or godparents can enter the vaults."

Both Harry and Lilith faced to goblin, with twined looks of curiosity.

The said goblin gave a small grin showing off his sharp teeth. "If you come back at a later, date then I could further explain. How each and every one of the Potter vaults work."

Lilith hummed her answer. While Harry still had one more question for the goblin.

" , possibly is there a test we could take. To see what other vaults and families we have claim over."

The two adults and one goblin, were to say shocked that the young boy would think. About something like that, this early in age.

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On their way out of Gringotts, Lilith and Harry stayed back a little to talk with, Griphook about the wizarding world.

"As you know from most muggle, stories there are different kinds of magicals. The most oldest race would have to be Cursed Bloods, who are said to have a whole kingdom the themselves. Vampires, as you probably all ready know are most famous for their ability to not hold in their hunger. Werewolf's, are not even close to what muggle paint them out to be. Most werewolf's can control when they change, while others... sadly can not, those few are the ones most magicals are afraid of. Dark elf's, are by far the most likely to kill a wizard then the rest. In the 1400's thousands of Dark elf's were, hunted down and killed by both wizards and muggles. Drägönals, as the name inputs are half dragon and half human. There aren't many of them in England, as most like to live in the Amazon's. Keep in mind these are only a few of the many, dangerous Dark creatures that live in Britain and are still alive to this day."

Harry was still taking in all the information that was just given, so Lilith asked the one question on her mind.

"Mr. Griphook. Could you tell me more about the Cursed Bloods."

Griphook was slightly a taken back, by the simple question. He knew one day the young female Potter would ask. One day about her creature side. But for her to ask without, even knowing she had the cursed blood running through her veins...was surprising to say the least.

"Ah, yes but maybe at a later date. I would want to hold you or your brother, from going around Diagon alley."

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"Now young man if you stay still for a least 10 minutes, I'll be done. And you can go on your merry way."

The twins were now in the shop, Lilith had sneered at. Harry and a phantom blonde haired boy. Were both getting a fitting for Hogwarts robes.

Harry, as usual didn't take well with the young adult touching him. It was quite an amusing site to see.

While Harry was doing that, his sister was trying everything in her power. To not choke the dirty blonde woman, where she stood. So instead the short red head was looking out the oval shaped window.

The young witch could seem a small group of adults, and a few children coming to the shop.

When the group came in, the light haired boy next to Harry spoke.

"What's your name."

Lilith nor Harry were sure,who the question was directed at. So it was harry who answered.

"Harry, Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you."

The lady and blonde boy, were shook out of there shock when, Lilith asked a question.

"Are you almost done yet, Miss? Me and my brother are on a tight timeline."

It was said in the most sweetest, voice the girl could conger up. Which if you thought about, was very hard for the girl.

The woman fitting Harry, seemed to fall for the act. And soon told the girl she would be done in a few more minutes.

So, Lilith turned her attention to the blonde boy.

"You never told us your name."

The looked her in the eyes, for a moment before answering. "Draco, Draco Malfoy."

The door of the wide shop opened, signaling that more people were coming in. It was the same group from earlier, that the red head had saw.

Looking closer, the girl could tell there were, about seven kids in the group. The first one she noticed had the same shade of hair has Draco, with light blue eyes instead of cool grey. The girl looked a little younger then Lilith, and had her hair in a french braid with a lacy hair tie at the end.

Lilith paid little attention to the group, as one women went to talk to Draco. The others talking in low voices near the door.

But she did notice when one of the other girls came up to her.

"Get up. Mudbloods like you don't deserve to sit near a Pureblood, like me."

Lilith raised a dark red eyebrow, at the rude girl. That stood before her, with her arms crossed and face screwed up in a sneer.

That's when the words hit Lilith in face.

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Hope you guys like this chapter. I'm putting up part 3 soon.

And what house do you think Lilith is going to be in I'm putting up a poll to see how many of you think she's going to, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. I don't want her to become a lion because it just doesn't fit her personality.