The entire building itself was made out of what looked to be white marble, with white marble columns standing tall on either side of a weighty bronze door. The doors themselves were guarded by two creatures, goblins, wearing scarlet and gold uniforms. The building was massive and magnificent.

The interior matched the theme. A long row of marble countertop lined the side to the right. Massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, framed by tall gothic windows, allowing natural light to waft into the building.

"What are those creatures, Lady Black?" Azalea asked fearfully.

They were short, standing to be just a bit taller than Azalea. They had long sharp pointed faces and pointed ears with jagged yellow teeth and black eyes. Their skin was a sallow gray, and they had long spindly fingers and sparse spiky hair.

"Those, dear child, are goblins. They respect money and gold over everything else. It's why we trust them, it's against the Goblin Code to betray gold."

"They're scary Lady Black."

"It's okay, while I'm here, you have nothing to worry about."

Cassiopeia walked up to the nearest goblin and waited for him to give her his full attention.

"I, Lady Cassiopeia Black, requests to talk to Heartpiercer. I am requesting an ancestry test to be performed on my charge, so she might take her proper future places in the Wizengamot, and take her rightful places as an heiress. Is he available?

The goblin peered down at her from over his half moon glasses. This one looked particularly fierce, with his beady black eyes and white needlelike hair.

"A meeting with Heartpiercer will cost you. Twenty Galleons an hour, plus fifteen to make use of the room. Standard rates apply, you will not get a discount just for waving your arrogant family name around." He sneered at her.

"Fifteen galleons. Total" Cassiopeia drove a hard bargain.

"Thirty five." The goblin continued to sneer, raising up the price for her to dare ask for discounted rate.

"Twelve." She demanded, now asking for an even lower price. Azalea hoped that her great grand aunt knew what she was doing.

"Twenty galleons. Take it or leave." The goblin gave in, waving his hand up in a dismissive manner.

"Deal. When will he be available." Cassiopeia ruled in her small victory. Goblins drove a hard bargain that even the strongest of wills would bend to it eventually, but today she was not one of them.

"He will be available in fifteen minutes. Bloodfang will lead you to a private room." The goblin in question looked to be quite done with the conversation they were having, but he had to follow the proper rules and regulations of how Gringotts Bank was run. Another indecipherable goblin came up and snapped his fingers. Azalea flinched in fear, the goblins appearances really were starting to scare her. She was just a little girl, after all. Cassiopeia noticed and gently took her by the hand as a gesture of comfort. The room was small but warm. There was a large mahogany, three padded chairs, and a stone hearth. Cassiopeia led her to sit down on one of the chairs in front of the desk, and then sat down in the other.

"Do not fret, dear child. As I said before, the goblins are not going to hurt you. Would you feel better if you knew what was going to happen?" She asked the girl before her. If it was her, she would want to know what exactly was going to happen and when, so she offered the same to her new charge.

"Yes, please, Lady Black." Azalea said quietly, as to not draw more attention to herself. She wasn't used to having much of any attention at all, except for when she inevitably made a mistake at the Dursley's and was punished for it.

"Well, that is simple enough to do. The goblin, Heartpiercer, will cut your finger with a special dagger, where he will extract exactly seven drops of blood, and then the wound will heal itself up instantly. The blood goes onto a special parchment where the blood melts into the paper and reveals the information on which family houses you belong to, your blood status, parental status, and your financial worth and properties. It's usually used when a muggle born, someone who doesn't have magical parents, comes to the wizarding world for the first time. It will only feel like a paper cut, nothing more than that."

"It won't hurt?" Azalea asked warily.

"Not a bit." Cassiopeia gave a gentle smile to the cautious child that was beside her. By the time she had calmed down the child and explained the process, a new goblin had entered the room.

"Good morning, Lady Black." he nodded to her, and turned to Azalea.

"Little one, come to my desk and stand in the circle on the floor."

Azalea turned to Cassiopeia and silently asked her if it was okay. She nodded to her. She pushed herself up and out of the chair, and padded over to the desk standing directly in the center of the office next to the desk.

"May I see your left hand? I presume your magical guardian has already explained the ritual? Do you have any questions?"

"No sir." Azalea raised her left hand up to present it to the goblin.

"Then we shall begin." He said briskly to the two witches.

He pulled out a blank parchment and summoned a ceremonial dagger with sapphires and gold encrusting the hilt. "This will only be a minute."

He took her index finger and picked up the ornate silver dagger and sliced her finger. Heartpiercer then squeezed her finger and exactly seven drops of blood came out. He waved his hand over the paper in a show of goblin magic and words began to form on the paper, as it grew in length.

At the top of the page, words were forming.

Azalea Dorea Potter-Black

Heiress to The Most Ancient And Noble House Of Black

Heiress to The Most Ancient And Righteous House of Potter

Heiress to The Noble and Cunning House of Rosier

Heiress to The Ancient And Revered House of Peverell

Holdings

Black Estate- 2 Billion Galleons; 525 Million Sickles; 800,000 Knuts; Black Manor (Scottish Highlands); Black Cottage (Irish Countryside); Black Château (Catania, Italy); Grimmauld Place (London)

Potter Estate- 700 Million Galleons; 209 Million Sickles; 705,000 knuts; Potter Mansion (Worcestershire); Potter Cottage (Godric's Hollow); Potter Lodge (Swiss Alps)

Rosier Estate- 25 Million Galleons; 15 Million Sickles; 507,000 Knuts; Rosier Mansion (Staffordshire); Rosier Château (French Riviera); Rosier Cottage (Illas Cies Ria De Vigo Galicia, Spain)

Peverell Estate- Peverell Mansion (Scottish Highlands); 4 Floor to Ceiling Bookcases Full of Books; Trunks Full Of Vials (Under Stasis Charm) of Rare Ingredients And Core Supplies; Peverell Grimoire

Magical Guardian: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Muggle Guardian: Petunia Dursley (Née Evans)

Blood Status: Pureblood

Parents: James Charlus Potter

Lillian Rhona Rosier-Evans (Evans by Adoption)

The list was extensive and a tad bit overwhelming to read. Azalea was confused. First off, what was a Galleon, a Sickle, and a Knut? And who were all these people it said she was related to? She had money? Then why did the Dursley's make her work so much for her keep? The room started to spin.

"Lady Black, I don't feel so good." Azalea said quietly, but the whole room heard it. The goblin was at her side at once, holding her steady as he helped her to sit down.

"We are prepared for these kinds of reactions. Here, take a calming drought." He said gently. She was just a child, after all.

She turned to Cassiopeia, "What? I thought my parents were poor? I thought my mom was part muggle, Aunt Petunia doesn't have magic. Who are the Rosiers?"

The goblin turned to the two of them, mainly Lady Black, and said,

"Considering who she is related to, and her reaction to the spell, plus who her current magical guardian is, may I recommend a magical core checking spell? To see if she has any blocks on her magical core." He informed them.

"Would you recommend it?" Lady Black inquired.

"Yes, I would do it right away."

"How much will it cost?" She asked the goblin, already running numbers in her head.

"Fifty Galleons for the test and any restoration or healing that will be done."

"Do it right away." She said firmly. Cassiopeia wouldn't let this child suffer anymore.

"First we will need to cast a spell to check on the stability of your core and to see if there are any blocks on it to begin with. We will call in our own Healer, Healer Bloodthorne, to do the scans. Please wait here while I call her in..." he said before leaving the office.

Fifteen minutes passed in almost complete silence, except for the sounds of Azalea shifting in her seat as the calming draught took effect. Just as she began to doze off, as her emotions had finally evened out, the door opened and two goblins walked though. Heartpiercer had returned and was followed by another goblin who must have had to be Healer Bloodthorne. She walked right up to Azalea and put her hand on her forehead. Green magic glowed from her hand as she chanted under her breath in gobbledygook.

"You have magical blocks, yes, put on you by Albus Dumbledore. Metamorphmagus ability is 95 % blocked, you are a parselmouth, your magical core itself is blocked approximately 47 %, and good lord..." She trailed off with a hand over her mouth. "You have a horcrux attached to your scar by Tom Riddle..." She said at last, horror thick in her voice.

Cassiopeia gasped quietly. No, it couldn't be.

"I can remove the blocks, but not the horcrux without causing harm." Healer Bloodthorne offered.

"Then yes, please proceed." Cassiopeia agreed.

"Okay, follow me then." She led the two across and down the hall to a large, white, empty room with indecipherable runes carved into the walls and floors. He handed her a set of white pants and a white linen shirt.

"Put these on, I will come back when you are done." Were the only instructions given to Azalea. Five minutes later, after she was changed, Heartpiercer and Healer Bloodthorne came back into the room. The Healer goblin was carrying a smooth round blue quartz focus stone.

"Hold onto this tightly, and close your eyes. You need to sit in the rune circle and sit cross-legged. Do not move and do not breathe. Do not open your eyes. I will tell you when you can breathe again. Don't worry, it shouldn't take more than a moment."

Azalea sat very still in the circle and complied with the goblins. She squeezed her eyes closed tight and held her breath for what felt like an eternity. There was a blinding blue light shining through her eyes even with them closed; it was almost like looking at a small blue sun. There was a sharp squeezing feeling in her chest that she had never felt before, almost like a tugging sensation at something she didn't know was there.

"Okay, Azalea, you can breathe again." Healer Bloodthorne instructed.

She started gasping for air. Her chest was on fire with pain; it felt like she ran a marathon or like Dudley was pounding on her rib cage again.

"Lady Black, it hurts..." Azalea panted out, struggling from the almost overwhelming pain she was now feeling.

Healer Bloodthorne snapped her fingers and a potions bag appeared. She pulled out multiple vials and passed them one by one to Azalea, explaining what they were as she took them. "This one will help with the pain, this one will stabilize your core fluctuations, and this one will help with sore muscles." Azalea gulped them down despite their foul tastes, like a man in the Sahara desert.

"Did it work?" Cassiopeia asked quietly, almost as if that if Cassiopeia spoke any louder the girl in front of her would collapse, which was a possibility, she had to admit. Healer Bloodthorne put her hand back on Azalea's forehead and concentrated.

"Yes, everything but the horcrux has been removed. She will feel fatigued for the next week or so. Supplement that with muscle relaxing potions and core stabilizing potions every six hours exactly for two weeks."

Cassiopeia took a mental note to contact her ingredient supplier for the rare ingredients she would need. In total, Azalea needed six different potions and two salves. She would be on a strict diet and potion's regimen of taking three level six nutrient restoration potions a day, with every meal for three months before she would be able to ease off of them and onto a level four nutrient restoration potion for another two months before she would be rechecked by a healer.

As she considered what still needed to be done, she thought to herself. She would also need her unhealed broken bones vanished, one at a time making for six different sessions, and then they would have to be regrown with skele-gro potion each time. Add in the core stabilization potions now needed from removing her magical blocks and the general level two or three muscle relaxing potions that would help ease her rickets symptom, and she was going to be on a lot of potions. She would be on quite a few potions for a young girl her age.

She would need two different salves too; she would need more bruise vanishing salve and a moderate scar healing salve. Those two would be put on every night after her evening bath. And then there was the hard one. She needed the Oculi Medicus potion. It was expensive and difficult to make and only a potion mistress like herself would be able to brew it, not that she would trust someone else with that arduous task.

As soon as Azalea seemed recovered, Cassiopeia called out to her.

"Are you able to stand without pain?" She asked, concern for her charge thick in her voice.

"Yes Ma'am." Azalea nodded after a moment, when the pain had fully ebbed away.

"Excellent, we shall proceed then." Cassiopeia turned back to Heartpiercer. "I would like to continue with my visit to Gringotts. May I speak with Poisonclaw? We will need to access the Potter trust vault."

"Do you have your key?" Heartpiercer asked.

"I am afraid her magical guardian at the time is currently holding her key hostage." Cassiopeia said with distaste clear in her voice.

"It will be 5 galleons to replace your key. The other one will disappear instantly, as always. Before you continue, she must claim her heiress rings to confirm her future Ladyship." He informed Lady Black.

"What does she have to do?" She inquired.

"All she has to do is put the rings on. If they glow, they will be hers. They will shrink to fit her and turn invisible to anyone who does not already know about her heiress status." Heartpiercer explained, mainly for Azalea's benefit.

"How many are there?" Cassiopeia asked curiously.

"There are 4 in total to claim at the moment." Heartpiercer then brought out the rings in a black box lined with red velvet. Inside were four different jeweled rings. Azalea gently slipped them on one at a time, each one glowing a blindingly bright white. She was able to claim all four in total.

"Each ring has its own magical property. All four are portkeys back to their respective Manor. The Black family ring protects against surface occlumency. That way no one can glimpse into your mind without you knowing it." Cassiopeia supplied, at Azalea's thoughtful expression.

"What? They can do that? B-but how?" she asked in shock.

"Magic, dear Azalea." Cassiopeia said with a rare smile. "The Potter ring works as a fully functional potion detector. It glows black if you're holding a poisoned food or drink, and white if it's safe to consume the item." Heartpiercer added in, explaining the rest of the four rings' properties. "The Rosier ring protects against lower level hexes, jinxes and curses. And the Peverell ring will ward off malevolent spirits."

"Thank you. We will continue on our way." Cassiopeia said firmly.

After a quick stop to the Potter heiress's trust fund vault to pick up a satchel of galleons sickles and knuts, they left Gringotts.

Cassiopeia looked at the large clock outside the bank, it was five minutes to noon exactly, they were right on time for her appointment at Twilfit and Tattings. It was a small boutique wedged between shops in the south side of Diagon Alley, with window displays of moving mannequins with fine silk robes and swatches of fabrics throughout the store to choose your custom order from.

Cassiopeia walked in, back ramrod straight, head held high like the proper pureblood badass she was. She went up to the counter of the store and spoke to the woman behind it.

"I, Lady Black, have a high noon appointment with Mr. Tattings personally. I requested a private booth for this occasion."

The woman looked up in shock to see a small girl just behind her, one with curly black hair, who looked like a miniature Lady Black. But as far as she knew, Lady Black was unmarried and without a child. Who was this girl? She shook herself out of her musings and scanned the schedule book resting on the counter.

"Ahh yes, your appointment was made, and you are correct. Mr. Tattings will see to your needs personally while you are here." The woman greeted them. She led the way to a private room, not too big, with just enough room for a rack to hang clothing on, a large three-way mirror, and a pedestal to stand on as well as a gilded red velvet throne like chair.

Mr. Tatting walked into the room and his presence was immediately known. He was a short balding man in a well fitting black robe with a gray two-piece suit underneath. He was dressed in the latest wizarding fashions. You couldn't miss him in a crowd if you wanted to.

"Hello Lady Black, to what do I owe this honor of seeing your beautiful face?" Mr. Tattings greeted Cassiopeia using her formal title, as he was not family or a close friend, and it was the custom thing to do in pureblood society.

"I am here to have my heiress fitted for a basic wardrobe fit for a young girl her age. I want two black outer robes, and one light gray outer robes, made from lighter cotton. I want 1 heavier robe in black for inclement weather too. She'll need three wrap-around belted tunics; one in deep plum with silver accents, one with blue with green accents, and one with black with gold accents. I want those made of acromantula silk, rip and dirt resistant charms weaved into them too. She'll need four pairs of black pants and two pairs of black shorts. I want her to have two custom designed dresses." Cassiopeia began.

Mr. Tattings nodded, as he took down her order with a never ending quill and parchment.

"The first dress will be made of light sky blue acromantula silk; it will have a high collar with teardrop opening by the collarbone. It will be held closed with a silver clasp, and a silver lining. It is to be adorned with white and silver cherry blossoms The second dress is to be made of the finest cotton in a forest green color, with a U shaped neckline and has long billowy sleeves. Furthermore, it will end at the mid-shin. It has black vines crawling up from the bottom of the hem. I also want a pair of dragon hide boots, and a pair of black leather cow slip-ons. She's going to need dragon hide gloves too. I will also need underclothing for her. Twelve pairs of white knee-length socks and three pairs of black dress socks should do." She paused for a minute, turning to Azalea and asking, "Do you prefer cotton or silk underwear?"

The six-year-old turned pink from embarrassment at the question and shrugged. She had just worn what she could find in the church donation box that she nicked when they weren't looking.

"Then she will go with cotton and microfiber blends." Cassiopeia finished.

"Certainly Madame Black. I will get her measurements and have my ladies working to create your splendid choices right away. You should receive them within the next day." He said with a false smile. He knew he couldn't get away with taking more than a day to make them, he wouldn't want to lose her patronage, and have her take her galleons elsewhere.

"Then I request one of the tunics and pants be done within the hour." Lady Black said firmly. It was not to do to have Azalea not possessing proper wizarding clothing, or proper fitting clothing in general.

"That's a fair request. I'll have Alecia on it right away. She's our fastest seamstress we have, and she does only the highest quality work." He said with an almost artificial smile. It was a lot of work to be done, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose Lady Black's patronage. If he did well enough to impress her with his seamstress's work, then maybe she might come back, or put in the gospel word of his quality business. He took out an enchanted tape measure and tapped it with his wand. It sprang to life, swirling and twirling around her, measuring her and reading out numbers as it went in red sparkling numbers in the air. He took note of them and taped it once again to furl it back up.

"That will be one hundred fifty galleons, fourteen sickles, and ten knuts. Will you be paying by wizarding check or in coin?"

"I'll pay in wizarding check."

She pulled out a checkbook and instructed Azalea to press her Potter heiress ring into the top right corner, before having her sign her name. As soon as she was finished, it burst into flames and disappeared without leaving soot or smoke behind. Money was immediately taken from her vault and transferred over. With that, they left the room and left the shop entirely. Azalea was worn out, and it was time to go back to her new home. The clothing ordered would be owled to her within the hour of them leaving.