Euphemia blinked. Her first impression of Magical Britain's main shopping street was, well, that it was strange. It was a cobbled street, almost medieval in style. Everyone was wearing old-fashioned robes, which Euphemia would need to buy, in order not to stand out. She slowly made her way down the street, drinking in the sights. It was certainly different to normal London. As to whether or not it was better remained to be seen.

She meandered down the street towards a beautiful white marble building that she knew from her aunt's description to be Gringotts. She read the rhyme engraved on the doors, and her lips curved up in a smile. These seemed like a good race to be guarding money.

Nothing could have prepared Euphemia for her first sighting of a Goblin. It was her first time to see a magical being. Euphemia made her way to one of the tellers, as far from other people as possible.

'Excuse me sir, I have some questions about the status of the vaults I possess, and other matters I would like to discuss on private.'

The Goblin stared at her impassively

'Name and vault key.'

Euphemia gulped nervously. 'Euphemia Potter. I don't have a key. I was never given a key.'

'Lost keys incur a charge of ten galleons, and you will be required to take a test to prove your identity.', the Goblin replied. He showed little reaction to her name, his eyes only flicked towards her forehead towards where her scar would be.

'Right', Euphemia replied. 'And is ten 'galleons' a lot of money? I don't really know the currency. I live with my aunt who isn't a witch.'

A slight smirk appeared on the Goblin's face. 'If you truly are Euphemia Potter, ten galleons is only a drop in the ocean of gold contained in the Potter Vault. If you are not..' Here he paused and his grin grew more pronounced, 'you will have committed identity fraud, a crime against the Goblin Nation, and ten galleons will truly be the least of your worries. Follow me.'

Euphemia Potter followed him through one of the doors leading out of the hall, down a corridor, and into an office. Sitting in the office behind a large desk was a goblin. They spoke to each other in language Euphemia could not identify, and then the teller left. The goblin behind the desk spoke to her, this time in English.

'You claim to be Euphemia Potter.'

Euphemia bit her tongue, holding back an angry retort. 'I am Euphemia Potter', she said, as politely as possible. 'I am willing to prove my identity to you, if possible. However I was raised by my non-magical relatives, and I am afraid I don't know how.'

The Goblin scowled. 'Very well,' he said. He rummaged in a box labelled Identification and Inheritances. He removed a large, ornate dagger. 'Cut your palm and let the blood flow into this ink-bottle.'

Euphemia was astounded. She certainly hadn't expected this. Reluctantly, she took the dagger and followed the Goblin's orders. She tried not to wince as the blood oozed from the wound.

The Goblin then produced a quill, and set it in the ink (or maybe blood) bottle. Euphemia nearly jumped when she saw the quill began writing of its own accord. She would have to get used to this.

Eventually the quill stopped writing, and the Goblin picked up the parchment. From Euphemia's observations of the two Goblin's they had met, she had thought them reserved and lacking in facial expressions. She was therefore startled and worried as his eyes bulged with shock.

'Is there something wrong sir?', she asked timidly. The Goblin glanced up from the parchment

'No, no Miss Potter,' he answered. 'Just some, unexpected results.' He handed the parchment to Euphemia. Euphemia had thought her day couldn't possibly have gotten any stranger. However when she looked down at the parchment, she found information that was possibly more shocking than discovering she was a witch.

Name: Euphemia Rose Potter

Parents: 1. ? GGGGGGGGGG

2. Lily Margaret Evans

3. James Charlus Potter

It then went on to detail her assets contained in the bank. She had a trust vault which refilled to 5000 galleons annually. She would gain access to her family vault at seventeen, which contained an obscene amount of money. She was rich. And yet that barely mattered to her at that moment.

'Why does it say I have three parents, and why is one of them hidden?'

The Goblin looked nervous. 'This is something we haven't seen in many centuries', he said. 'What do you know of Greek Mythology, Miss Potter?'

'We learned about it in school', Euphemia said slowly. 'The ancient Greeks worshipped different Gods.'

'Yes Miss Potter. Many ancient families such as the Potters also believed in and worshipped the Greek Gods.'

Euphemia tried to comprehend what this Goblin was saying. Surely he wasn't implying what she thought he was. But then again, why not? It wasn't much stranger than believing in magic. 'You're saying that they are real,' she stated. When the Goblin nodded in affirmation she continued. 'alright, but what does that have to do with me?'

'Although nowadays it is common, there remain some traditions used by ancient wizarding families when they are struggling to conceive a child'. He paused and smirked as Euphemia flushed bright red. 'It would be my guess that someone hit one of your parents with a powerful sterility curse during the last war. As the last member of an Ancient and Noble House, your father would've been expected to produce an heir. He would've discovered this ritual deep in his family archives. Essentially it calls upon a God to assist in the conception. They would not have been involved in any of the physical aspects. Whichever God answered this prayer is one of your parents. You are, essentially, a demigod.

Euphemia was stunned. This was just ridiculous. She knew she was different, but this was beyond anything she ever expected. She knew a lot about the Greek Gods from school, and was well aware of how many there were.

'How will I know which one is my parent?' she asked hopefully.

The Goblin looked at her sympathetically.

'The only way for you to know for certain is if they send some type of sign or claim you which doesn't always happen. As a demigod, you will likely have been diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia. This means your brain and body is naturally wired for battle, and Ancient Greek is much easier for you to read and understand than English.'

He then told her about a camp in New York for demigods, and the basics of life as a typical half-blood.

Suddenly a memory struck Euphemia. This language thing, her ability to read and speak Ancient Greek. She had another skill with languages.

'Is speaking to snakes a skill related to a particular God?'

The Goblin looked interested.

'No, Miss Potter. That is a rare skill unique to wizards and witches called Parseltongue. The last known speaker was the Dark Lord Voldemort himself. Although we Goblins acknowledge it as a useful and intriguing talent, many believe it to be a trait only possessed by Dark Wizards. I suggest you keep that to yourself from now on.'

'It's just a language' Euphemia said irritably. 'How can a language be evil?'

'Wizards do often lack common sense, Miss Potter,' the Goblin replied with a smirk.

They then continued to discuss Euphemia's assets and options until they made their way down to her trust vault. Euphemia decided to take out 2000 galleons and exchanged 1000 into pounds. She knew she certainly didn't need 5000 pounds, but Euphemia intended to go on a shopping spree at the next opportunity. She bought a bag with an undetectable expansion charm on it from Gringotts to store all her money discreetly.

She thanked the Goblin for all his help and departed Gringotts. She headed straight to Madam Malkins. Euphemia had never been given fashionable clothes as a child, and this had actually caused her to become more and more interested in fashion. She had noticed how people were treated differently based on their looks. She was looked down on and seen as a troublemaker because she was forced to wear ragged, second-hand clothes. Fashionable people were admired and liked. People judged you by the clothes you wore. Euphemia did not like it, nor did she think it was fair, but it was a fact. She was attracting attention due to her non-magical clothing and so bought a pair of simple, everyday robes, some prettier purple ones, and her school uniform. She put on her plain robe before she left the shop, earning a look of approval from Madam Malkin.

She then bought a magical trunk that was much larger on the inside than physically possible. It was also shrinkable and the weight could be reduced so you could put it in your pocket. It could only be opened by the owner. She then continued to the bookshop Flourish and Blotts where she bought all her necessary coursebooks and a few magical history books to find out more about what the people of the wizarding world thought of her. She bought some potions ingredients, a cauldron and a telescope. She marvelled at the broomsticks that first years were regrettably not allowed tp bring. She looked at the owls in Eeylop's Owl Emporium, fascinated and now understanding what it meant to reply by Owl. She decided against buying one. That might be too much for Aunt Petunia. After all, who did she have to send letters to? She did make a trip to the post office and sent a letter confirming her attendance in Hogwarts.

The strangest and most magical shop had undoubtedly been Ollivander's. Here Euphemia had bought her very own wand, a beautiful eleven inch creation made from holly and phoenix feather. Euphemia had been disturbed to discover that that her wand was considered a brother to Voldemort's. Was there any significance to that or was it simply a horrible coincidence? She didn't love her wand any less due to this however. She of all people knew not to judge people based on their family.

It was late evening when Euphemia was finished all her shopping. She met her aunt and they travelled back to Surrey in silence. Euphemia was more excited than she had been about anything else in her life.

She went to bed that night with a smile on her face. It had been a strange day, but undoubtedly the best of her life so far.

A.N. Sorry for the long wait, I just started university and it's incredible! Please review. Also go to my profile and vote in the poll. Please and Thanks. x