Regina had a surprise for Mordred, one that she couldn't wait to share. It had been a pain to borrow some of his hair to get the perfect shade.

"I'm back~!" said Regina grinning.

"How was your girl's day off?" asked Mordred, drinking a beer.

"Why don't you turn around and see?" she asked impishly.

Alerted by her tone, Mordred prepared himself for 'something'.

He still nearly choked on his beer when he realized Regina's hair was now the exact same shade as his own and was even braided roughly the same way.

"What...how?"

"Hair dye potion. If I want to keep it this shade, I just have to go in for the permanent one," said Regina cheerfully.

Mordred had a rather interesting look on his face. It was like he didn't know how to properly react to this development, because with her hair blond, Regina could have easily passed for his younger, green eyed sister. Even the shape of their face was more or less the same...which made him wonder if it was a coincidence or not.

"Would you mind getting an inheritance test?" he asked.

"Why?"

"Because the resemblance between us is a bit too strong for me to take as a coincidence."

Regina was rather curious about her family, so she had no issue with going to Gringotts to get a test done.

A few hours later...

Regina stared at the blood test.

"Is this accurate?" she asked.

"We pride ourselves in our ability to track bloodlines. Why else would the wizards tolerate us more than the elves or the dwarves?" sneered the goblin.

"...So I really am related to Arthur and Mordred Pendragon?" she asked slowly.

Seeing the goblin's eyes widen, it shouted something in goblin tongue.

Within an hour, they ran the test again. And then four more times just to be sure.

"It would seem, Lady Potter, that you are the heir apparent to magical England. However in order to solidify your claim you will need something to prove your lineage to all who would oppose you," said Ragnok.

"...Would the sword that Arthur removed from the stone suffice?" she asked carefully.

"That sword has been missing for several centuries. It would take more than a carefully crafted replica to fool the older families."

Regina put her hand on the 'cross' pendant and channeled her magic into it.

Where the pendant had been was now a sword that radiated magic well beyond what any modern mortal could forge.

The goblins in the room had a sharp inhalation of breath in shock at the sight of the legendary blade.

Ragnok cautiously touched it, and his eyes flew open wide.

"This... this is true faerie magic. Where did you find it?!"

"I drew it from the Sorting Hat. Dumbledore seems to be working under the belief that I drew the Sword of Gryffindor and that it's still in the chamber of secrets," she said flatly.

"Have you actually seen the Sword of Gryffindor?" asked Ragnok intently.

"I wouldn't know what it looks like. Caliburn appeared in my hand and has apparently decided that I'm it's new owner," she replied. "Though if he honestly believes the sword came from the hat, there's a high chance it actually is in there."

Either way, the news she was apparently the heir of magical England was a bit of a shock. The fact she was also Mordred's niece through a sister that he never knew he had was an even bigger one.

When she told him the news, Mordred threw a massive fit.

"That... that bitch!"

"Who?"

"My mother. I knew I wasn't the first attempt she made to get her hands on the throne, but I never knew that one of the previous ones servived!"

"So you did have a sister then?"

"It's possible one of them managed to escape and live their lives outside the court. Arturia was shocked enough when I came forward as their son with that woman, and it took Merlin to convince them I wasn't joking," said Mordred.

"You know what this means, right?" said Regina.

"What?"

"It means I finally have a family I can actually call my own!" said Regina happily.

Mordred blinked, before gently ruffling her hair.

"Yeah, you're still my little sister after all," said Mordred gently.

He had seen what her life was like before he showed up. It wasn't what he would call pleasant, and the fact she could legitimately claim he was her 'cousin' meant the world to her.

Now they just had to do something about his name, because there was no way he could walk around calling himself Mordred and not be busted for it.

It was on a trip to get new food for her and Mordred to try that she ran into him. She knew right away he wasn't human, but she didn't particularly care about that.

"That's an interesting pendant you have there, miss. May I ask where you got it?" he asked.

"Are you a vampire or some other in-human creature?" she asked bluntly. "Because if you are, I feel obligated to warn you I have extremely deadly snake venom in my bloodstream and I don't think drinking it would do anything good for your health considering it was a magical one."

The man stared at her for a second or two before laughing outright.

"Actually I was going to offer you a chance to get a real magical education and some proper armor to go with the sword around your neck. Though you would have to put up with my little habits. I'm known as quite the prankster."

"Do I have to actually care about the victims, or be lenient to people who believe their bloodline makes them demi-gods despite the fact they don't even bother to work for it properly or show basic human decency?" Regina asked.

The man's grin was not for the faint of heart.

"Not really. If nothing else you can claim I put you up to it, and my reputation would be enough to keep the worst of them off your case about it. Besides, this means I get to enjoy the chaos of poaching the living heir of the Pendragon line from that fifth rate school."

"So...basically I get real magical training and full permission to troll those nancy boys who think their pedigree is all that's needed to treat people like crap. Can my big brother come?"

"Absolutely. Having him would make things even more entertaining, especially later," said the vampire with an evil grin.

With Mordred with her, Regina had nothing to really fear from this vampire.

The look on Mordred's face upon meeting said vampire? Hilarious.

Learning that Regina had an almost free pass into Clock Tower, thus allowing her to withdraw from Hogwarts legally and being given close to blanket permission to put the idiot nobility in their place?

It didn't take much to convince them.

Inside Clock Tower...

Regina was almost impressed...except she had chosen to attend Clock Tower over Hogwarts for another year. From what she could tell, Clock Tower was more like a college or university level school compared to the barely-acceptable high school equivalent known as Hogwarts.

She didn't have the first clue what any of the books said, because it was all above her level. Fortunately Zelretch had plans on how to correct that.

The plan involved forcing another student to teach her all the general basics of magecraft that anyone would know.

That student was a rather weak-willed and slightly adorable boy named Waver Velvet.

Regina had the distinct impression Zelretch had picked him specifically just to be an asshole.

She would be correct in that regard. She just wouldn't realize it until later...much, much later.

(On an unrelated note, she and Mordred happily gathered free blackmail for down the road to prove Lord El Mellio wasn't always a hard ass. He used to be a total wimp before he grew a pair, though his students would always look completely shocked when presented irrefutable evidence.)

Waver, when confronted with a cute girl roughly his own age that didn't look down on him for having a relatively new bloodline, had the most adorable habit of blushing whenever Regina honestly praised him for helping her learn magecraft as opposed to 'wizardry', which was mostly looked down upon by Clock Tower because it wasn't "exclusive enough".

That, and for all the pure bloods spoke about how 'great' their family lineage was, most of them didn't even bother to practice their family magics or even try to further what had already been discovered by their ancestors centuries ago. They just coasted on the accomplishments of people long dead without adding to it.

And that, to Magus-born, was an unacceptable.

Waver blushed as he looked at Regina. It was hard to believe she was only two years younger than he was.

She had almost caught up to the same level he was at, though her brother scared the hell out of him.

"Are you okay Waver? You look like you're getting a fever," said Regina 'innocently'.

Over to the side, Mordred was trying very hard not to laugh his ass off at Waver's face.

He wasn't the only one. Zelretch was gleefully taking photos every time Regina teased Waver.

"I... I'm fine," he said, barely able to look her in the eye.

With a proper meal plan, actual exercise and the fact she had started puberty sometime in the last year, Regina was already developing into quite a beauty. It did not help that Waver was already noticing girls in a different light since his voice started breaking last year, and he could tell that the thirteen-year-old girl was going to become a beautiful woman that would draw the eye of every guy around in a few years.

A two year age difference wasn't that big in the long term.

Regina made a show of checking his temperature by putting her forehead against his. Mordred choked back another loud laugh at the way Waver's face turned into a tomato as he tried not to faint from the blood rush.

He didn't mind the idea of Waver courting his sister...the kid was too spineless to do anything without her consent. Besides, he already showed great promise as a notable scholar who could at least keep up with her intellectually.

"Well if you're not feeling okay we can take a break for today," said Regina innocently.

Mordred about died from holding back his laughter at the look on Waver's face.

Regina had way too much fun teasing the kid.

On the plus side, Mordred at least had proof that she wasn't completely stunted in social development. She still had some ability to act like a normal girl.

Regina put aside her light teasing of Waver long enough to complete the assignment. Her way of using unconventional thinking to deal with problems was fascinating for him, as she was able to put to use the most basic of skills to overcome challenges that most Magus-born would develop overly complicated spells for, wasting time, energy and available resources.

It was a real eye opener for someone who didn't come from an affluent background like a lot of the older Magi, like his teacher Lord Archibald.

That guy was an arrogant asshole and total bastard.

"Hey Waver, do you want to see a movie with me and big brother?" asked Regina.

"A...movie?"

"You know, a film. There's one playing nearby and I could easily get an extra ticket. Onii-chan is really interested in seeing it because it has dragons and dwarves."

She heard good things about the Hobbit, and Zelretch was nice enough to introduce them to the original Lord of the Rings series. Once she got used to wielding Caliburn, he was also going to dump them right in the middle of the first book and let them fight it out until the ending of it.

After seeing the general time period and the movies, Mordred was really, really looking forward to it. He had also switched from boring drills to 'active' combat.

In other words, Mordred went after Regina with swords roughly the same size and weight of their own, wearing full armor. He didn't know where Zelretch found the set he gave Regina, but it definitely suited her perfectly. Though he found it somewhat disconcerting that Zelretch called it "Saber Lily" for some reason.

He was rather happy that Regina had taken to putting her hair up in a bow, rather than try to copy him too much. She at least, embraced the fact she was a girl.

Waver took one look at Smaug and was hooked on modern entertainment. It didn't take much to convert him to games, and that was only after Regina soundly beat him at Risk and Battleship.

(Zelretch laughed for hours when he caught Waver on the tactical online MMORPG cursing out kids younger than him.)

August came, and with it came the Hogwarts letter. She felt zero pity for the poor owl she basically handed over to one of the younger Magi to use in their experiments. Knowing the stupidity of the 'wizards', they wouldn't hesitate to send more anyway to try and drag her back.

So long as everyone knew Hedwig was off-limits...which was a given considering Zelretch had somehow given her beloved owl the ability to shoot lasers with her eyes and upgraded her claws with metal talons...she could care less what happened to the other owls.

For some reason an unholy gleam of chaos came into her eyes the first time she saw Hedwig vaporize some poor bat familiar that came to close with her new eyes.

If she was ever forced to go back to Hogwarts, she would have far too much glee sending Hedwig after them.