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Oblivious - Rewritten Version

Summary: Harriet finds a huge magical library in her home and finds out some things she should've known all her life. How does this influence her life? Dumbledore Bashing, Selective Weasley Bashing, Time Travel Fix It.

Chapter 1

A little more than a week went by until Harriet finally got the opportunity to go to Gringotts. She had spent much of the free time she got in the library, and since Ron was always at work, and dinner was on the table when he came home, he noticed nothing unusual going on.

Today was Ron's 30th birthday and, as usual, he went out for the day with Seamus and Dean, leaving Harriet alone with Lily, since the older two were at nursery school. Fortunately though, Percy's little daughters Molly and Lucy got along perfectly with baby Lily, so him and his wife Audrey were happy to take Lily for the day, knowing how exhausting parenthood can be and that people needed a day or two to relax as well.

Unbeknownst to them, Harriet wasn't planning on any relaxation and rest in the next few hours.

After having breakfast with the kids at around 7:30am, and bringing the boys to nursery school and Lily to Percy and Audrey's house, she was finally ready to go to Gringotts. She wanted answers about why she had never gotten fanpost or etiquette lessons in her life before.

She quickly went home to put on something a bit more formal, before appariting to Diagon Alley.

Even just going to Diagon Alley was difficult, because wherever she went, people recognised her. Whether is be just friends or classmates she went to school with, or random people and children seeing her and wanting an autograph or to just shake her hand or say hello, what took five minutes for others was a half hour journey for Harriet Potter-Weasley.

And even though it annoyed the shit out of her, she was just one of those people that couldn't say no, because that's what was expected of her. Whenever she said something that people didn't expect her to, they turned on her. In second year, when it was found out that she was a parselmouth, people hated her or were just plain terrified. In fourth year, people turned on her because they thought she put her name into the Goblet of Fire, and in fifth year, nobody believed her about Voldemort.

And she couldn't even blame them for that. They'd all thought that Voldemort died in 1981 when her parents died, and Dumbledore had always said that he wasn't dead, but too wounded and weak to ever be able to come back. So in general, Harriet could understand why people didn't believe her.

She entered Gringotts like she always did, bowing slightly towards the goblin guards, who nodded back in respect. They were all thankful that she had defeated Voldemort for once and all.

Inside Gringotts, she walked to the desk at the far end of the hall, ignoring the warning plaque in the entrance hall. Standing in front of the desk that had a name plaque with the name "Griphook" on it, she waited for the old goblin to finish what he was doing.

Griphook looked up after a while and stared at Harriet. He was still sour about the Gringotts break-in almost 12 years ago. "Yes, Mrs. Potter-Weasley?" He sneered, but she didn't back down.

"Hello, Griphook. I would like to speak to Swordsaw", she said. Swordsaw had managed the Potter Family Vault since her grandfather was in his nappies, so Trust was spelled with a capital 'T' here. However, they had only ever talked about how her finances were going every three months.

Griphook didn't look surprised, as she always came around March, June, September and December, and called Swordsaw in the native Gobbledegook.

No five minutes later, Harriet was seated in a huge office, opposite of a goblin, Account Manager Swordsaw. They had gone through her finances as usual, and Harriet saw nothing wrong with it, which satisfied Swordsaw. But then they came to the serious business.

"Now, Swordsaw, I recently realised that due to my…unusual status in the Wizarding World, I should have gotten fanpost since I was 15 months old. But I have gotten nothing. It is not like I am asking for fanpost, but it is highly unusual that a person as famous as me doesn't get any fanpost whatsoever. Is there perhaps a way to find out if there is a Mail Redirection Ward on myself?"

Swordsaw looked up sharply. He had known about the Ward, but he had thought that the 29-year-old woman knew about it as well. He sneered as he thought about Albus Dumbledore telling him that it was done with the complete knowledge of Harriet Potter and her relatives.

"There is indeed such a Ward, Mrs. Potter-Weasley, but I was told that you and your relatives knew and approved of it. But it seems like this is not the case."

Harriet sighed. "I had thought as much." And she had. With what she'd read in the last week that nobody had ever told her, she couldn't help but expect such things to come to light. "Er…the redirected mail, where did it go? Dumbledore's office?"

Swordsaw shook his head. "No. People would have seen. The mail you should have received but didn't was redirected to a vault here at Gringotts. As it is your mail, and Dumbledore never blocked your access to it, you can go and look through it whenever you'd like."

"Thank you, but I will do that on another day. Today I have a few more matters to discuss. I have recently become aware of my status as the Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter and that many muggle-born witches and wizards are actually descended from squib lines, so I would like to know if it is possible to have me undergo an Inheritance Test to see what and how many Ladyships or Heirships I could take on."

Swordsaw looked thoughtful. An Inheritance Test would certainly be useful, especially since most Pureblood Heirs had theirs done at the age of 13. But if Harriet Potter-Weasley hadn't gotten her Inheritance Test, then there was a great chance that she didn't get to see certain other things. He nodded. "Certainly, Mrs. Potter-Weasley. One question, though. Have you ever listen to the wills of Lily and James Potter as well as Sirius Black and Remus and Nymphadora Lupin?"

Harriet blinked at these words before scowling. "No, Swordsaw. I was told by Dumbledore himself that my parents and the Lupins didn't have a will because they thought they would make it out alive, and that Sirius didn't get the opportunity since he was always cooped up at Grimmauld Place. But if it is possible, I would like to listen to them now, even before we do the Inheritance Test."

Swordsaw nodded, more angry with Albus Dumbledore than he had ever been. And he had been angry with Dumbledore on a lot of occasions. Scowling, he excused himself to Harriet, told her that he would be back in a few minutes and left, thinking about how appealing it would be to revive Dumbledore to see him die again by choking on one of his stupid lemon drops.

Harriet, while in the absence of her Family Account Manager, was more angry at the former Headmaster than even Swordsaw. After all, it was her parents and their best friends' as well as Tonks' wills they were talking about. Harriet certainly hoped that there wasn't more hidden knowledge that she should have known of since childhood.

And she had never expected this. She had always trusted Dumbledore. She had forgiven him when he hadn't told her about the prophecy about her. She had practically forgiven Albus Dumbledore for getting her godfather killed. She just did what everyone would've done if it was their godfather, and Sirius had just done what every decent godfather would have done. But Dumbledore…why did he do it? Because of the prophecy. She had to die in the end, and if she had Sirius, Remus and everyone else, then how could she ever sacrifice herself? But with her own relatives never having cared about her, her parents and everyone who was her parent figure dead and the man she thought of as a grandfather dead, she was ready to die.

For the Greater Good.

She snorted at that. While reading through the hidden library in Godric's Hollow, she had found something very interesting in a book that most likely wasn't being printed any longer. It was the fact that Gellert Grindelwald's motto has always been "For the Greater Good". And when Rita Skeeter had written a book about the late Headmaster's life, it had somehow had fallen together. Albus Dumbledore, Leader of the Light, had been friends, maybe even lovers, with a Dark Lord that he defeated in the 1945.

As she thought, she didn't notice Swordsaw coming back in until he sat right across from her again, putting down a stack of parchments, three files and a bowl with a to her foreign substance. She looked up when she did and Swordsaw cleared his throat.

"Now, we might want to start with a blood test to see your entire family tree, rooting back all the way to the time of the Hogwarts Four. And if there are any potions in your system or if anyone put any blocks on you, they would have to be removed first. If they are not, an undiscovered block might tamper with the results of the Inheritance Test."

Harriet nodded. "Yes, I see why a blood test would be beneficial. So what do I do?"

Swordsaw pushed the bowl towards her. "You have to let seven drops of your blood drop into this bowl, you are given permission to use your wand for this, and then we put the parchment in and wait for about half an hour. In that half hour, we can move on to your godfather's will. Does that seem doable for you, Mrs. Potter-Weasley?"

"Yes, that sounds good." She slowly took out her wand, looked Swordsaw in the eye to signal that she meant them no harm, and made a cut in her palm, letting exactly seven drops of her blood drop and swirl around in the bowl on the table.

She sat still, watching the red blood mix with the clear substance, before she heard the movement of Swordsaw opening the file to Sirius Black's will.