Chapter 9 : Family
Kaisha arrived in a darkened room. She stood silently, the galleon clenched in her now sweaty palm.
"Hello?" she called into the darkness.
"Miss Kaisha," answered a voice in the darkness, "Welcome to Gringotts, I trust you are alone?"
"I am," the nervous teenager replied.
She heard something that sounded like a clicking of fingers before the room flooded with light. Looking around the room, Kaisha saw that it was wood panelled room with a stone floor. Along the wall sat torch brackets, each containing a bright flaming torch. In the middle of the room sat a large ornate desk. It was oak with encrusted gemstones and, on the matching seat behind it, sat a goblin.
The head of Gringotts stared at the Girl before him as she surveyed his office. Could she really be the oldest Potter child? 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'I'll find out in a few minutes.' The old goblin's eyes flickered to the watch on his wrist - 2 minutes to midnight.
The minutes ticked by in silence. He could feel the power building in the room. The steady climb was noticeable to those trained in such matters and - from what he could tell - this was going to involve a serious release of power.
The arrival of midnight was met with an explosion of power. A startling flash of green light filled the room and Kaisha's scream of shock echoed off the walls. When the light eventually faded the Head goblin looked over his desk to find the girl on the floor, out cold.
About an hour later Kaisha awoke. She was in the same room as before in the same position on the floor. She stood up quickly but, feeling dizzy, sat herself down on the floor.
"What happened?" she asked the Goblin that had remained throughout her ordeal.
"You became all that you where meant to be," seeing Kaisha's puzzled face he continued, "Magic has held your powers in check since you where taken from your parents. Though it had allowed larger parts of it to escape than Albus would like it has never allowed you to reach your full potential."
"What do you mean?" asked Kaisha, still very confused.
"You, my dear girl, are one of the three earth guardians of the age," explained the goblin, "Once every 100 years the three elements: earth, wind and fire, are installed within siblings of a generation. Their job is to protect the earth and rectify the wrong doings. "
"That sounds rather interesting," commented the seventeen -year-old, "But I don't have any siblings."
"Do you know who you are Kaisha?" Kaisha shook her head, "You are the oldest sister of the boy-who-lived. Your parents were Mr and Mrs James and Lily Potter. Albus Dumbledore is not your uncle but was considered a close friend of the family when you were young."
"I'm a Potter?" she asked, things in her brain - memories and pictures in her mind, starting to fit into place.
"Yes and your two siblings currently reside at the Weasley's household," the Goblin paused a moment in thought, "though I realise that you may be wanting to see them…My suggestion is to leave them alone. Keep to yourself and prepare their future accommodation. At the very least Harry will wish to live with you and I suggest you allow him to do so. Now you are of age you can take up position as his guardian."
It would be silly to tell you that Kaisha was accepting all this immediately and without question. Her mind was whirling. She knew this to be true - her dreams were not part of her imagination - but accommodation? Surely she couldn't stay with Dumbledore now that she knew about her siblings and that kindly looking old man had done this too her. They would not wish to grow up in a school.
"What do I do about Dumbledore?" she asked.
"Let him remain as your guardian until you decide to leave. You may do so tonight, however, I personally recommend remaining at the castle. This will leave you protected and Dumbledore will have no idea that you realise the truth. For, when you take up your position as your own self and head of a certain number of houses, you will revoke the magic placed on you and he will feel it," explained the Goblin, "When you decide to leave please tell me."
"Is their anyway of getting out of the castle if all the entrances are blocked?" asked Kaisha worriedly.
The goblin nodded, "with this portkey," he passed her over a silver necklace chain with a sapphire heart hanging off the end, "This will not be seen by anyone but yourself and all it takes is a hand around the heart and a wish to leave."
Kaisha nodded, "I shall wait a while I think. Until either he realises or the Christmas holidays. By then we will have learnt all of our syllabus and I can take the necessary exams at the ministry independently."
The goblin nodded, "a wise idea. I suggest you leave the valuables here and we shall store them in your vault. If you leave in a rush you will be upset if you forget them. Just touch the Galleon with a desire to return to Hogwarts and you will return. Though it will then lose the magic."
Kaisha pulled out a bag she had hidden in a bottomless pocket of her cloak and left it upon the goblins desk.
"Thank you," she said to the goblin before disappearing.
She reappeared in the forest. All was a quite as she had left it and it did not take her long to return to the greenhouse. Her eyes instantly fell upon the sleeping potion of her teacher. Seeing her snoozing comfortably in her seat she smiled. The trip had taken longer than she had expected and the worry that the potion would not last long enough had started to form in her brain.
After muttering the awakening spell under her breath she watched as the greenhouse awoke before her. The new growth of the tentacular plants parted as she stepped through to the teacher.
"Professor?" she whispered.
When, a few seconds later, the women awoke she was pleased.
"Everything went ok then?" she asked.
"Yes they were no trouble at all," promised Kaisha, "do you think they could be left now? I feel really tired and fancy a warm bed."
"Yes, of course," replied Sprout, "off you go."
Walking up to the castle Kaisha smiled. The stars above her seemed to be smiling with her as well. The moon her half full and gave the grounds a misty glow.
"Kaisha!" shouted a voice from behind her. Turning quickly she immediately found the source of the voice.
"Hello uncle," she said, faking a rather convincing yawn, "just off to bed. How did the meeting go?"
"Fine, Fine," he said, his eyes twinkling, "off you go then. I'll call you in the morning the teachers will want to see you to wish you happy returns. Good night and Happy birthday."