AN: Helloooo! This had gone on long enough! That is, hoarding my stories afraid to let others read them as i have updated my other main story i came across this one again and thought...well why not?

I know this is a trope used too often but its a good trope! I was inspired by StarlightMassacre's story but mine is completely different! For one thing my Harry is a girl. For another, well you'll see as i keep on updating!

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Azalea snapped her eyes open with a gasp of agony, reaching out a hand that still did not reach its target.

Sitting up she couldn't help the sob that broke out of her dry lips, trying to muffle the following sounds out of her mouth.

It wouldn't do to wake her relatives.

Rubbing her eyes, she tried to calm herself down even if she felt as if she was drowning.

It was useless to even try to get to sleep, she wouldn't be able to close her eyes for long. She'd just see Sirius again. With that same surprised shock unknowing that he was falling through to his death.

There hadn't been anything Azalea could do. She couldn't even avenge her own godfather then.

She tried to stand up, but she stumbled. Losing her balance and feeling as if she wasn't just wet with sweat anymore. Her back felt uncomfortable, groaning she tried to stretch but a searing pain made her gasp in wordless shock especially when she felt as if she couldn't stretch herself out properly.

Azalea fell down kneeling on the floor trying to catch her breath and she heard Hedwig bark in concern.

"I-I'm fine, g-girl. Just a b-bit of pain."

And it was true, the pain was nothing to the welts her uncle did when she was younger. The suddenness of it shocked her more than the actual pain itself.

Looking back over her shoulder her eyes widened at the color of gold, it seemed burnished yet bright. Groaning she rubbed her eyes again and felt a strange sensation.

Her hands didn't feel like skin.

Blinking she stared at her hands.

Or rather, her claws.

Azalea stiffened. Her mind felt blank, but it was also racing at the same time. She couldn't catch up to her thoughts and carefully she raised a hand to run through her hair but she stiffened again.

She felt a spike on her head.

Horns?

Abruptly she stood up and almost fell losing her balance again. But she was determined this time. Carefully she walked steadily to the bathroom. With a deep breath she glanced up at the mirror above the sink and just stared.

She looked like a gold statue.

With literal emerald gems for eyes.

And…there were seven horns protruding from her face.

Diagonally from the ends of her eyes a slight bump continued to burst out from her skin but it looked like a smooth transition. Above the two were three more. The two nearest shorter but the middle one longer. Two smaller ones at the edges of her jaw. Her face actually looked more sculpted with harsher angles. And as she looked closer, she saw her ears partially covered by her now much longer hair to be pointed. With two pointed ends at the top to be exact.

Her skin on closer inspection was actually not skin anymore but tiny almost unnoticeable scales. It all wasn't a solid gold color some were bigger and darker or colored lighter but all in the shades of gold.

Azalea saw all of this clearly for once without her glasses because her eyes were actual emerald faceted gemstones. And she knew that for sure when she didn't feel any pain when she had hesitantly poked it. Thankfully, she still actually had eyelids, but it was entirely unnerving to not see her iris moving when she looked in another direction.

Her longer hair was weird and it still looked impossible to tame but at least it was still the deep black almost blue that it was and it actually looked like it was styled with the way it curled and not like a tangle of mess because she gave up using anything on it.

Observing the rest of her body she saw that all of her skin were replaced by tiny scales that were luckily still was like her skin even if it was a different texture. She found spikes yet again on her elbows.

She snorted. That definitely put new meaning to her pointed elbows.

Of course, she couldn't ignore the claws now on her hands and feet instead of nails. Inspecting it she concluded that it could definitely rake even through metal if how she clawed easily through the sink was any indication. She couldn't even be bothered with worrying about her relatives reaction to that.

Sighing she finally looked at the most eye-catching change.

Azalea's giant wings.

And look she even had a matching tail.

Of course the two were golden but much like her head it had a generous amount of spikes and looking at the bumps in the remains of her torn shirt her spine also had it.

On her bat like wings the top had spikes along with the tips. Her tail was also had spikes along its spine and to complete it the tip of it could be extended much like having a club with nails.

All in all she looked like a dragonoid human.

And as all the spikes seemed familiar, a Hungarian horntail at that.

What the bloody hell happened to her?

At least she could probably fly now.

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After an hour of internally freaking out as she cleaned herself as quietly as possible, she was back at her room sitting in front of Hedwig and staring at her numbly.

"What am I supposed to do Hedwig?" Azalea miserably said.

Hedwig just stared at her concernedly hooting now and then and clawing her cage doors insistently.

She started, "Shit sorry Hedwig, its been two days since we came back and I haven't even broke you free from that cage."

Hurriedly she used the lock picking set the twins gave her to open the cage and her snowy owl was quick to perch on her shoulder to carefully groom her. Being careful of her horns but curiously tapping at it anyway.

Azalea's lips quirked up the slightest bit, "It's fine girl, it doesn't hurt anymore."

She sighed turning morose again looking out at the window to see the lightening sky. Her first thought had been to call Sirius but then she was hit all over again that the man was dead. She wanted to contact Remus but she wasn't sure if the man would want to talk to her again after basically killing his remaining best friend.

Speaking of she would've contacted Ron or Hermione but she wasn't sure she wanted to do that after basically putting them in the hospital because of her stupidity. Same with her hesitance to contact Neville, Luna and Ginny. She didn't know how to face them after putting them in danger like that.

She sighed shakily barely holding back the panic that was creeping on her. She had read about creature inheritance or magic inheritance on a magical person's sixteenth birthday but even if that was what happened to her it was too early. It wasn't even July yet! And besides, she had never heard of dragon people before.

Groaning she grabbed at her hair again but only got pecked by Hedwig for ruining her work. She sighed, "Sorry girl but I'm out of options here I don't know—"

Abruptly she stopped at noticing a pile of money on her desk.

The Bank!

"Hedwig, I want you to stay here while I go out for a while I'm taking my invisibility cloak and heading to Gringotts. Surely the Potter accounts have records or something about this! I keep forgetting to inquire about the account but now is a good time as any!"

Hedwig only hooted indignantly at her and she placated the snowy owl, "Hedwig if I take you with me someone might know you. You're rather famous for being my beautiful owl, girl. I'd get caught."

Hedwig puffed up in pride before hooting imperiously in agreement.

Azalea chuckled, "Why thank you for your kind approval, Madam"

Sighing she got up to prepare what she'd need for a trip to Diagon Ally. It definitely wasn't going to be easy.

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Or not.

She tried to focus feeling rather off balanced at her additions and the fact that things seemed to be going her way for once.

After she hailed the knight bus, she quickly slipped in. She was just wondering on how to inform them of her destination when just his luck the next stop was Diagon Ally. She slipped out with the other passengers but not without dropping two galleons at Stan's pockets. From there it was easy enough to get to the bank.

The ally was mostly empty and she attributed that to the blaring headlines of Voldemort's return. It didn't stop her from being careful as she headed to the bank as sneakily as she could manage it. Stopping just as she was in range with the goblins outside the door.

She was tempted to just wait to come through with an entering customer but the rhyme keeps getting stuck on her head.

She had to inform them first, before she was labeled a thief and probably killed in broad daylight.

Taking a deep breath, she came within what she supposed was the goblin's hearing range before clearing her throat softly.

The two guards stiffened, and she hurriedly stated, "Mister Goblin, I'm not here to do any harm. I'm only in my invisibility cloak because I went through my creature inheritance with…eye catching differences."

The goblin nearest her sneered, "Why should we believe you human?"

Azalea gulped, "Please I only need the records from my family's vault, I don't know what I turned into and I can't find a way to a least hide it."

The goblin now looked considering, "Show me your face creature."

She hesitantly adjusted the cloak until she could finally show her face. The goblin blinked at her, raising an eyebrow, "Come, I'll escort you to a teller. Remember creature, we don't do charity."

Azalea sighed in relief nodding, "I understand, may I know your name then mister goblin."

"Snapjaw"

She followed the goblin to a teller now completely invisible once again. Hopefully, she'd actually have a lead this time.

For a moment, the two talked in their own language before Snapjaw snapped, "Creature tell the Teller your name."

"Azalea Potter, sir." She said in a low voice making sure they wouldn't be overheard by the few customers the bank had this early in the morning.

The two goblins stared at where they guessed she was in shock before turning almost hostile and the teller snapped out, "Be very sure of your claims creature, we will conduct a test and if you are not who you are be assured you would definitely not like the consequences."

Azalea was confused before rationalizing that someone had probably pretended to be her to get to her vaults, "Yes sir, I'd be willing to take an oath if that's what it takes."

The Teller stared longer before nodding, "Very well, come I'll take you to your account manager."

Before following the teller who she still did not know the name of she turned back to the guard, "Thank you Snapjaw, I'll ask my account manager to transfer the payment to you."

Snapjaw stared at where the voice had come from surprised before nodding and silently going back to his station.

She hurriedly followed the teller who though fast walking thankfully still had shorter strides as they went through several corridors. She was sure she'd be completely lost navigating through it before coming upon a door that had strange markings in the front. The teller knocked in what she was hesitant to think was a pattern before a gruff voice from the inside barked, "Come in!"

Another goblin was seated in a sturdy but ornate looking desk. In front of it were two rather ordinary chairs compared to the throne like one the goblin was sitting in. "Well teller RIpjaw? Our client?"

Azalea almost flinched at the derisive tone but steeled herself. She didn't know what she did wrong but she was here for something and she would get it.

She slipped off the Invisibility Cloak and folded it, placing it inside the book bag she brought, staring straight into the eyes of the clearly disdainful goblin even as she saw the shock at her appearance.

"Back to your station teller. I shall deal with our client."

Teller Ripjaw bowed slightly before leaving and she was left with the disdainful goblin who looked her over before indicating at the chair in front of him. "Let us confirm your identity before anything else creature. I'd recommend options but considering who you claim to be and your creature inheritance your best course of action would be to take our most comprehensive inheritance test. This is my only warning to you creature. It's our most expensive inheritance test and any families you might be the heir to have responsibilities you will be held accountable for."

The goading visage of the goblin made it impossible to stop the snarl that escaped her lips.

He only raised a disdainful eyebrow at her.

Gritting her teeth she practically hissed yes.

The goblin scoffed but obligingly brought out flat box. Inside was a potion, a crystal bowl that actually seemed to be made of just one giant diamond, a knife and a parchment. Each one was unique even the parchment and she had the strangest urge to take all of them with her.

"Drink that. Once you feel as if you are burning make a cut and pour your blood into the bowl until its full."

Glaring, she didn't think twice before doing as told. Which made her regret not thinking it through right after at the burning content of the potion. It was like she drank liquid fire! Her jaw clenched as she felt as if she really was burning from the inside out before jerkily taking the knife before making a cut at her palm stopping short of completely stabbing through it. The pain didn't even register.

Slowly the bowl filled completely and she barely noticed her cut healing as she watched the goblin take out thongs made especially for the bowl before tipping the contents over to the parchment. It unraveled by itself and she watched as the blood came alive to write itself in the parchment glowing gold.

She was barely able to even glimpse at the writing before the goblin snatched it as soon as it stopped glowing. Examining its contents the goblin looked stiffer and stiffer as he read.

"What? What is it?" She asked unable to hold back her curiosity.

The goblin stiffly handed her the parchment, "It seems we have a lot to talk about Ms. Potter."

Confused she started reading the parchment and abruptly paled.

Hoc Unum In Hæreditatem

Possidentem

Azalea Phoebe Potter

Pater -Mater

James Fleamont Potter-Lily Anne Potter nee Evans

Patrimonium-Primogenita

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter - The Ancient House of Evans

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell -The Royal House of Pendragon

The Most Ancient House of Gryffindor -The Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw

Victorum

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Syltherin

The Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt

Patrinus

Sirius Orion Black -Alicia Grace Longbottom nee Smith

Legatum

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black

The Ancient and Noble House of Crelli

The Ancient House of Steborne

The Noble House of Petwell

The Ancient House of Shanherd

The Ancient House of Cliffgard

The Noble House of Wildell

The Noble House of Hollostar

The Noble House of Chalton

The Ancient House of Rothhall

The Ancient House of Bonnestel

The Ancient House of Thornrow

The Ancient House Hartmere

The Noble House of Claymond

Fiducia

Vault 837

"I-I don't understand? What does all of this mean? Why are there even so many?! I don't get the different titles, why are they different!? I only did this to confirm my identity and maybe find out why I look like this! Not-not find out about all this names!" Azalea was panting by the end of it looking to be on the verge of fainting.

The goblin harrumphed, "Are you telling me Ms. Potter that you don't even know about ancestry in the Wizarding World?"

"How!? I only found out about magic six years ago! I don't know anything about this!" Azalea snapped back.

The goblin narrowed his eyes, "Did you receive your Account Statements Ms. Potter?"

She couldn't help but scoff, "I barely receive any mail at all!"

Now the goblin definitely looked surprised, before he cursed in his language.

Azalea let him finish feeling tempted to join in with a full curse load but refrained, clenching her fists.

Looking highly uncomfortable the goblin started speaking, "I apologize Ms. Potter. I was not aware of your lack of knowledge in this area. Gringotts have done you a great disservice. We did not realize that you were not answering our mails because you were not in fact receiving them. As far as we were concerned, you couldn't be bothered to check on your accounts yourself."

She blinked, so that was probably why the goblin was so disdainful of her earlier, "Do you mean I'm missing some mail because what? Someone stole them?"

The goblin nodded seriously, "That is correct Ms. Potter. By all accounts you should be swimming in mail with how many people would have tried to send you letters after your defeat of the Dark Lord. The Vault 837 is actually the culmination of all the gifts people had sent you through the bank for defeating him. Most of those Houses you are now the Heiress of are actually currently extinct lines who have bequeathed it to the defeater of the Dark Lord or the result of those families specifically naming you as Heiress in their wills."

Azalea nodded in understanding, still pale and now more queasy at the thought of people's gratitude when she was sure it was more the doing of her mother that had defeated Voldemort the first time more than anything she did at that time.

"How about the titles then? O-one of them is a Royal House." A very familiar family name at that.

The goblin smirked though it was tinged with a bit of awe, "That Ms. Potter is better research through a book. But in answer for your Royal House their status is pretty obvious I should think."

"No, no, no, no, no! There are no Royal Houses here! I'm pretty sure the only Royal Family here is the Queen's family! You know? Long live the Queen and all that!"

The infernal smirk only grew wider, "Oh no Ms. Potter the Magical World has its own Royal Family. I suggest you read up on it."

Azalea grimaced, "Fine! Then how about what I am now?"

The goblin grunted rolling his eyes, "Of course you also haven't read that. What you are Miss Potter is a Drakon. A fairly unusually colored one at that. If you are wondering why it came so early well Creature Inheritance have a tendency to appear after extremely traumatizing experiences. To the point that no matter what age you might be you would have inherited the creature. Do add that to your reading materials."

Azalea couldn't help it she groaned out loud holding on to her sanity by a thread. "What am I supposed to do with all these houses then? And where exactly would I be able to find books on this? I doubt Flourish and Blotts is gonna cut it."

Looking disgusted the goblin answered, "Of course not! No, you may take books from your Main Family Vaults, for a fee of course. As for the houses well, that's what I am for I will first consolidate all your properties. I will have the other goblins managing your other accounts help. A week from now we should be able to send you a complete inventory of your properties. Then you can decide what to do with them."

Sighing she replied, "Okay I understand that what are the Main Family Vaults? Are you telling me I have more than one per House?"

The goblin looked flabbergasted, "Right, read on all this subjects Ms. Potter then we can discuss again after a week or so. For now, I shall hand you your Heiress rings. Just place your parchment in this box and close it."

Azalea nodded watching as when the goblin opened it again the parchment was now on top of the aforementioned rings.

Dragging the box closer to her, she looked at the number of rings, "There's only nine of them?"

"Only the twice-blessed have Head of House rings."

She nodded before first inspecting the Potter ring, it had a burnished gold body that was shaped as if it had rocks melted together. It had two small rubies at the sides because his house crest took up the middle. It was a wand and sword overlapping with the words Mors Novissima Inimica.

"Death, the Last enemy…" she put it on and felt a gentle warmth suffuse her.

Her eyes widened before she looked over the other rings. She would've inspected each one if not for the goblin clearing his throat. She glared at him before one by one wearing the rest of the rings. They all felt somehow different from each other though luckily not one seemed hostile. However when she wore the Pendragon ring she felt as if she was carrying a heavy weight she could not shrug off.

"Now Heiress Pendragon, I have called—"

Azalea couldn't help but interrupt, "Wait, what? Have I changed my name with this?!"

The goblin looked irritated, "The Royal House of Pendragon will of course take precedence within your many, many surnames. Now as I was saying before being rudely interrupted—"

She scoffed, "I am rude? You haven't even introduced yourself dear goblin!"

He stopped blinking his eyes wide before clearing his throat, "Right, you haven't read even a single missive from Gringotts. I am Snarlclaw, your Potter Account manager. Now, may I return to what I was saying?"

Azalea nodded looking sheepish.

"I have called a colleague to check on your magic, any ward you have would not have been affected by the cleansing potion and your inheritance so this way we might be able to track down where your mail have gone to."

Azalea nodded. This was going to be a long day. She knew it already.

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Azalea petted Hedwig on her lap trying to put her mind in order before studying the books.

It was almost evening already by the time she returned but thankfully her relatives just thought she was locking herself up in her room yet again.

So many things happened today, she didn't have the time to process at the bank as she was plied with new information continuously.

So first things first.

She was actual royalty.

She didn't know yet what that would entail but she made sure to get the books from her vaults itching to learn more about her discoveries today.

She did have a mail redirection ward on and they had tracked it to Hogwarts. She wanted to question the headmaster but that might mean spilling everything that happened today and she really would rather not.

Once she was back at Hogwarts, she'd find it herself and depending on how big it was then she'd ask for dobby's help.

She had health problems but the Drakon inheritance took care of it already so on that front at least she wouldn't have to worry about it. However the scars would all stay. Apparently it even transferred over to her other body in the form of different colored scales. She would need a proper appointment with a personal healer who she could trust with both her forms but she didn't know where exactly to start with that. The only one she knew was Madam Pomfrey but apparently there was a difference between a mediwitch and a healer.

She had to study intensely about all her inherited houses especially the main nine because she only had a year before she had to take up the Head of House rings.

If any of those houses still had a Head of House she could've waited to take those up, until the Head decreed her eligible actually, but unfortunately they were all dead. Except for Voldemort.

But then again he had been cast out from the family magic after she had won his house thru Right of Conquest. She was nervous about Voldemort knowing about that but at the same time utterly vindicated.

That was another thing she learned. Family Magic.

Apparently the Purebloods had some sense to what they were saying. All blessed titles of Families had their own particular branch of magic the excelled at above others. It was a culmination of excelling at a branch of magic for decades until the talent itself stuck with the magic of the family. That was the reason she had to study extensively actually. She had to at least be able to do her House's magic to be accepted by the Head of House ring. If not…well, she might actually succeed in something Voldemort could not against her.

She couldn't escape it either since the Head of House ring will call to its wearer until it was put on. Ignoring it will only lead to insanity, as evidenced by the stories Snarlclaw had loved to share with her.

Honestly even if that Inheritance Ritual didn't kill through bankruptcy everything that followed definitely will.

If on her 17th birthday she succeeded on actually becoming the Head of the House then she'd be able to present herself to the Wizengamot then the ICW. It only reached the ICW because apparently she was the Royal among Royals.

Of course she could also refrain from doing that, even declining rulership, if and only if Magic herself let her.

Yes, magic was a she.

The entity that she had always felt was apparently very much real and had a whole religion dedicated to her. A religion only the purebloods practiced now due to the prejudice of society. She needed to learn more about her magics before she could properly essentially 'speak' with her. Something no one knew to do today.

More homework.

Then there was the actual creature inheritance.

She had been able to retract her changes. Looking human now but healthier and with a longer hair. It was a mind over matter thing how to remain in her human form. If she didn't manage to control her responses or her emotions it was likely to emerge again. So she might actually have to get back at learning Occlumency again.

She was going to need some help, she just knew it.

After she found more footing here though. She wasn't sure how she'd even ask or help if she didn't know what she was doing.

Sighing she finished petting Hedwig and turned to her newly dubbed library trunk. It was actually her mother's trunk and she couldn't wait to explore their things. She had stuffed her father's things in it too along with the multitude of books she had grabbed from her vaults. She didn't have time to truly explore it since they were about to do an inventory of it so she made quick work of just glancing at titles and grabbing anything of interest.

Which, was a lot.

Cracking her neck she went right through it.

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Days passed and July started, Azalea studied by day and meditated by night. Thankfully, her relatives ignored her for the most part only making her cook as part of her chores before she was left on her own.

She had found another more comprehensive book on Occlumency and after reading it instantly transformed and gave great heaving sobs.

It wasn't her fault.

Snape just didn't know how to teach for shit.

That 'clear your mind' nonsense? That only worked on some people, there were at least three other methods in this book and several more in other countries' practices.

It lessened the guilt she felt at Sirius' death but it wasn't gone completely. It was still her fault they were in that kind if situation in the first place. If she just tried to think before taking action maybe none of them would've gotten hurt at all.

She took particularly well to focusing on one thing until everything else fell away. She focused on flying until one night she opened her eyes to a blue sky.

That was her mindscape, a blue sky filled with endless clouds.

The irony of being 'empty-headed' made her snort.

In here, every time she appeared, she was already riding a broom but she doubted anyone else entering would be prepared for it. She had tried flying down but there didn't seem to be any ground here. That is until she thought hard on it.

The ground only appeared when she was hurtling down on a wronski feint. Typical, even the ground only came when she was doing a maneuver that did it.

There were no trees just plains where further searching she found Hogwarts. In all her splendor, in how she exactly remembered it though it was surrounded by the black lake. The only way to get to the castle was either to swim through it or with her broom.

Exploring the castle led her to the discovery that it had the memories she wanted to bury deep in her. Reliving it was painful but relaxing, as if she was finally getting to know herself better with each organizing. Every other memory or knowledge she had though, well those were apparently all the clouds.

No wonder it would've been easy to read her mind. Every though she wad was practically floating around her head.

She found the most important memories and went about securing it. Everything else she would've to go through one by one.

The only thing she had managed to completely secure was the castle. Which on inspection had a room she could not access through. The Chamber of Secrets.

This all took a week and a half of meditation, the rest of her memories she'd have to go through for the rest of her life as she made new memories.

In that time, her statement of accounts arrived.

Stacked on top of each other it was almost taller than her. And yet, the books were going to be self-updating. She didn't know how many pages each one even had!

Skimming through it saw a lot of properties, a lot of contracts and a lot of shares.

Investment stuff she didn't have a clue how to do.

Right now she had the goblins handling it so she looked for a property she could stay in but was drawn instead to Grimauld place still.

The place Sirius had lived in.

While managing at the Dursleys, she knew she needed to practice magic and she wouldn't be able to practice that with all the guards outside.

Sirius' Will though, had reverted the house back to her and she was the Secret Keeper of the property now. There won't be another place more secure for her right now.

What's more she wanted to…she wasn't sure but she just wanted to be there. Find out more about that house.

Fix it up maybe. She wasn't sure about living there full time but the months before going back to Hogwarts? That, she could do.

Planning out her escape wasn't all that hard. His heiress ring gave her access to the house via Portkey.

So on a quiet day, right after her usual time to sulk in her room she portkeyed back to Sirius house with all her belongings. And if she had her way she was never going back here again.

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...and that's a wrap! So there's our intro, see you guys next chapter!