"Lady Peverell, we have long awaited your arrival at Gringotts."
"Lady?" Zinnia turned toward the goblin at the center of the room.
The goblin's eyes were shining brightly, "The goblin nation has been allied with the Peverell line since the day Death blessed it. Once you reclaim your ring we will requisition the heirloom that is rightfully yours. Once you have it you'll be one step closer to not having to fear Death by the hand of any mortal again."
Zinnia felt Voldemort lean forward, "This heirloom does it happen to be one of Deathly Hallows?"
The goblin did not answer Voldemort right away instead they scrutinized him before glancing down at his ring hand, "You also have one of the items that will help your soulmate in this endeavor."
Zinnia blushed, "Oh we aren't soulmates, we are soulbonded but…"
The goblin let loose a dry crackle and gave them a sheet of paper, "You already have her health and magical maladies page, this is her inheritance."
Zinnia Lily Lupin (Born: Zinnia Lily Potter)
Parents by Birth:
Father: James Potter
Mother: Lily J Potter nee Evans (Born: Plor na mBan)
After reading who her mother once was, Zinnia looked at Voldemort in fear, "You are not going to be punished for her death will you? I know it was wrong and horrible but I don't want you to die!"
Zinnia hugged Voldemort this time, it was her holding him tightly, her magic rising.
Luna's airy voice rose, "Voldemort made a promise not to kill your mother, little flower."
Zinnia raised her head looking into Voldemort's unblinking gaze, "Is that true?"
His hand rose and touched her scar, "I was completely mad then but still I always held to my word. There's magic in promises. Your mother jumped in the way of the spell meant for you."
Zinnia looked down at her lap and felt something wet roll down her cheek, she touched it. "I'm crying, why am I crying?"
"She remembered her inheritance that night. She knew you were the only one that could hold it true, so she broke her bonds and stepped into the green light." The moon seer's voice was closer now, and Zinnia felt as a hand started to run fingers through her hair.
"She loved me?"
The hand paused only for a moment before it started again, "She had blinders on. She was shown to see only one child. Then that night she saw you, she saw you and the blinders came off. She loved you."
"So she did just what Dumbledore expected her to do. Sacrifice herself out of guilt for the child she forgot." Zinnia's throat was sore but her words still lacked the venom she felt they deserved. "How many more will die for his every whim?"
"Lady Peverell, once you've received your inheritances, power and connected with your alliances you will be able to to remove the stain."
Zinnia's wry smile at the goblin's way of describing Dumbledore made both her companions relax slightly as her magic settled and she rose her chin and began reading from the parchment regarding her inheritances once more.
Parents by Magic:
Father: Remus Lupin (aka Moony)
Grandfather: Lyall Lupin
Grandmother: Queen Niamh of Tír na nÓg
Zinnia looked up in surprise once more, "I know the legends but this would mean somehow actively she's taking a role in my life right now, wouldn't it?"
Voldemort turned her chin toward him, and she could see the possessive, greedy gleam in his eye that should scare her but didn't.
"She's most likely part of the magic of this universe trying to balance out the wrongs that were committed against Magic itself."
"She comes in my dreams often, she's very pretty like the stories say. She's wanted to see you for a very long time but until you receive your magical inheritance she's unable to contact you. She's only able to help through me and the magic." Luna spoke up.
Zinnia looked back to the parchment.
Heiress to Lupin's Apothecary and all within.
Heiress to the rights of Wolf-peace potion.
Heiress to the Honorable Venerable House of Lupin.
Lady Slytherin (shared with soulbond/soulmate)
Lady Peverell (by magic/paternal)
Lady of Tír na nÓg (will gain title of 'Princess' at time of magical inheritance)
Current Magical Abilities: Beast-Flora Speech, Parseltongue, Parselscript
Future Magical Inheritances: Fae or Elven coming of age, Natural animagus
Soulbond: Tom Marvolo Riddle
Soulmate: Tom Marvolo Riddle
Despite everything that had already happened just in the last day it was at that moment when Zinnia really wished she could curse. Could Dumbledore suspected all along?
There were a couple of pretty bad ones she heard Papa say a couple times when he didn't know she could hear him and he'd just read some article about another one of the scandalous escapades of either her birth 'father' or his best friend.
However it was the horcrux in her head that finally blurted out the 'f' word quite loudly in her head.
Zinnia winced and tapped her scar lightly, "I agree, however not so loud you'll give me a headache."
"Lady Peverell, would you like to claim your rings?"
Zinnia nodded and left Voldemort's lap, but not before blushing slightly realizing she'd been sitting on him this whole time.
She was grateful to the goblins for their efficiency. The Peverell ring soon sat on her middle finger.
The goblin spoke up, " When Lord Slytherin decides to give you the Ressurection stone ring it will merge automatically with your Peverell lordship ring." The goblin's eyes seemed bore themselves into Voldemort over Zinnia's shoulder, "If you're worried for the soul shard hidden in it, we have a mostly painless ritual you can do today that will allow you to reabsorb the shard with no harm to the ring." The goblin's grin was almost bloodthirsty, "It is merely a question of what you value most."
Zinnia could feel Voldemort's gaze upon her back but she would not look at him. She would not regret later thinking he made a choice due to her attention upon him.
"The last item is the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's possession."
The Dark Lord's voice rumbled in the way it did when he was devising some grand scheme.
The goblin's grin widened, "Indeed it is."
"It will take too much time before I can face Dumbledore."
Zinnia turned as she heard Voldemort stride forward, her eyes widening as he slid his family ring from his finger before taking up her hand and slipping the ring on her middle finger beside the Peverell crest.
The ring resized and sent a surge of warmth through her as the familiar feeling of a horcrux upon her skin did. With eyes wide she watched as the two rings merged, the Peverell ring 'hiding' the other while still giving her the warmth and energy of the horcrux.
"This way you'll be protected."
Zinnia looked up at him with misty eyes, "Thank you."
"Lord Lady Slytherin would you like to claim your rings?"
Zinnia watched as Voldemort slipped the Slytherin lordship ring where his other ring had vacated and watched with a small smile as a tension left him that probably only she'd be able to notice.
Zinnia slipped her Slytherin ring on her ring finger before turning back to the goblin only to blink in surprise.
"There's more?"
The goblin opened each box and Luna gasped in awe beside Zinnia.
"Beautiful!"
"Gifted to you by your grandmother, fitting a lady of Tír na nÓg. Each jewelry piece has protections embued in them, they may not solve your health issues Lady Peverell however they will keep you otherwise safe and unharmed. They are only visible to the eye to those who first saw them gifted."
Zinnia looked at the jewelry pieces and felt overwhelmed. The metal looked like what she imagined mithril would look like and the gems glittered like stars that fell from the skies. She knew too well that in her sickness she was not very pretty, the jewelry before her would shine more brightly upon someone like Luna than her.
Zinnia glanced over at Luna to find her glaring at her, she'd never imagined to see such a look in the moon's eyes especially directed towards herself.
"Zinnia Lily Lupin!" Luna was tiny yet fierce with her hands upon her hips she pointedly stared Zinnia down. "You will not think such thoughts. We are all just reflections of our own thoughts. If you think you are ugly, then that's what you will start to seem...and I won't have it!"
Voldemort chuckled from behind, he actually chuckled. It was such a rare thing Zinnia turned with wide eyes to view it.
His crimson gaze was still intense like it had been from the results of her inheritance test and yet there at the corners of his eyes were the littlest dips of amusement.
Zinnia turned back around, "Um, I'm sorry Luna. I'll try not to think so negatively."
The goblin spoke up once more just in time, "To the vaults then."