Lavinia giggled as remember seeing Dumbledore's reaction when she did the whole time little thing when he was 11 years old. Now Lavinia walking down the streets of Diagon Alley with the leather or dragon skin and dyed a beautiful dark green-blue pouch that allows to pull out gold from directly from death vault. I walked to a shop called Ollivander's Fine Wands stepping inside the shop as I took a look around curiously it still hasn't changed. As the shop consisted of a waiting area and shelves upon shelves of black boxes stacked into the back of the shop. I turned to see a silver haired man, Ollivander, "Hello, Ollivander I'm here to get my wand." Lavinia said as she looked at wandmaker.

"Ahh yes, so it seems Ms. Gaunt I see, well then, let's see if I have a perfect match for you." The aged man spoke as he walked into the back of the shop and gathered boxes and placing them on the counter.

"Maple, unicorn hair, twelve inches. Give it a wave to try it out." Ollivander requested as he handed Lavinia the maple wood wand.

Lavinia gave the wand a half wave only for it to be snatched away by the old man "No, apparently not. Try this one. Ebony, dragon heartstring and eleven inches long." And so it went, Lavinia tried wand after wand as a pile began to stack up on the counter. Ollivander certainly didn't mind as he grew more and more excited as he handed Lavinia wand after wand to try.

Eventually, after what felt like Lavinia's thirtieth wand Ollivander frowned thoughtfully "hmm, it seems you require a more unusual wand, ." The wandmaker said as he went to the back of the shop and brought out an older looking box and handed it to Lavinia. As she opened the old box and picked up the wand. It was the length almost like a ruler and was a reddish black. Designs seemed to be etched into the wand to look like rose petals. Lavinia examination of the wand was cut short as blood rose petals began falling around her as warmth spread across her arm. It was like the time when Lavinia held onto her first wand.

" 15" black wood with the venom of a Basilisk. The ashes of a very rare Dark Phoenix… and the dead heartstrings of a Thestral." Ollivander revealed, nearly shocking Lavinia had she not been who she was. "My most beautiful and deadly creation." Ms. Gaunt. I expect great things from you. Whether they be good…or bad."

Lavinia nodded and paid twelve galleons for the wand before exiting the store. Stepping into Madam Malkin's, watching Lavinia's eyes roam around the shop, even trying to look in the back while Madam Malkin's attention was on her and asked. "Can I help you?" Madam Malkin asked, turning to Lavinia as she said "yes "I would like a full wardrobe, formal and informal, as well as my usual school uniform," Lavinia stated curtly, wasting no time. Madam Malkin 's eyes lit up. A magical tape measure began taking her measurements. The woman scribbled down the results.

"Colours?" Madam Malkin immediately asked, bringing out a notepad from her apron and gazing at her, all professional.

"Nothing gaudy, blues, greens, blacks; perhaps some blood red and neutral colors, also I would like few Acromantula silk robes in several colors that will complement my skin, hair, and eyes," Lavinia replied curtly. "How long will it take?"

"Five hours at least," Madam Malkin answered, already knowing the answer.

"Unacceptable; put it on rush order," Lavinia demanded, "I will add ten percent of the total price if you can have it done within two hours."

"Very well, consider it done," Malkin agreed immediately "Good, I would like the same charms on my clothes if there is enough time before I collect them, and do start with the school uniform first," Lavinia stated. Madam Malkin nodded, "Step up, Ms. Gaunt!" she said kindly, gesturing towards the little stool Lavinia did what she was told. "As well I would like winter set: cloak, hat, gloves, scarf; the whole shebang," "Right away," she said, "That's you done; would you like something to drink while you wait?"

"No thank you, madam, I'll be back in two hours," Lavinia informed her, as she left the shop just as quietly as she came, the door closing with a silent click. Crossing over the way and into a side alley, to her next destination.

'Bags and Trunks for all occasions' and went in. It had a counter in front of the door and the walls were covered in shelves that displayed a number of bags and trunks. Not knowing the difference between them Lavinia approaching the counter to see if she could call someone who could help her. Before she could call someone the door that was behind the counter opened and a man in his fifty's walked through it.

"I'm sorry; I was out back in the workshop working on a trunk. How can I help you?" the man asked in a friendly tone.

"It's no problem," replied Lavinia, maintaining a friendly and polite air but with an innocent smile on her face, she couldn't look too childish, but behaving like she had in the bank was not acceptable, "I'm sorry for disturbing you, but could you tell us what type of trunks you have? You see I haven't been in the magic world for some time now, as far as I know, one of those trunks could eat me." concluded Lavinia with a little laugh. The man laughed and said, "It's no trouble. That's why I'm here. Well, I suppose that you want a backpack for day to day use and a trunk for school, to put all your things correct?" Lavinia nodded and the man continued, "The backpacks have all the same enchantments, the only difference is how it looks. They are bigger on the inside than the outside and they have a feather-light charm on them; no matter how many books you put in it, it will always be feather-light. The trunks have more variety. We have the basic trunk, normally students buy this one, which has one compartment that is twice as big on the inside. Then we have one that has three compartments, where all the compartments are twice as big on the inside. Students that are better off sometimes buy one of these so that they can have their clothes, potions ingredients and school things in different compartments and explained all the safety features that were on them. How nobody would be able to get into her trunk unless it was her, that her unique magical signature would prevent anyone touching it.

"What happens if they did try to open it?" Lavinia asked curiously,

"It depends on what you want on it," The man informed her with a satisfied lilt to his voice.

"It could be a simple spell to zap them, like a little electric shock, or something that will make sure you know they've been trying to enter your trunk, like turning them blue or red ― even just their hands. There are a lot of protective measures out there. I have a magazine you can choose from the list of spells," The man explained, excited. This was the most expensive trunk in the shop ― if he sold it, his boss was going to be impressed; he had been trying to sell it for years. "But I must inform you since it's going to be in a school, the more… lethal charms cannot be used." It was a public setting, so it was illegal to put lethal works on a trunk.

"Do you like it?" The man asked, looking at Lavinia. Lavinia just smiled and said, "I'll take it." "I'll go and put the charms on it!" The man said quickly, levitating the trunk over to his workroom and began layering the spells.

"Go collect your initial plates Ms.," The man said, pointing towards the rack filled with gold plated metal alphabet letters.

Lavinia just nodded and made her way over to the rack and began to pull out the ones she needed, an L, A, and G.

"Place your wand here, run your magic into it," The man instructed, Lavinia removed her wand and did as she was told; the trunk glowed brightly and the wizard nodded, obviously satisfied that it had worked. Once they were done and paid for the trunk Lavinia went to buy the rest of her school supplies.

Time Skip

After a peaceful train ride, Lavinia walked a millimeter above the muddy ground; making it seem as though she was gliding rather than stomping through the muddy ground. She had learned this little trick whilst she was trying to cross a field full of mini-bombs in her old world. "Firs' years! Firs' years!" A familiar voice boomed and all the firsties turned towards the half-giant before they made their way to him.

"Four ta a boat!"

Whilst others wobbled onto their unsteady boats, the boat didn't move while Lavinia boarded it; much to her boat-mates' jealousy. They could suck on boogers for all she cared. They weren't the one whom almost lost a leg due to some bombs. Not that it would be permanent, but the pain wasn't worth it.

Lavinia placed her fore and middle finger on the lake's surface, not minding when the giant squid started to play with her –wrapping a tentacle around her wrist. The other first-year mudbloods and half-bloods stared in horror whilst the purebloods hid it partially well.

Soon enough, they all arrived without a problem –except for one student falling into the lake– and Hagrid introduced Dumb-as-a-door. The old man smiled happily at the number of mudbloods attending the school.

Don't get her wrong, she had no problems with mudbloods –except for their parents being Parasites– but in the olden days, the word Mudblood was not used as an insult. Bumblybare continued to babble the usual speech of sorting and etcetera. Lavinia kind of tuned him out after seeing his wrinkly face. As she tones out the sorting hat song too as it began to sing.

A thousand years or more ago

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They share a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the one, they had to teach.

By Griffindor, the bravest was

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When were they dead and gone?

Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!

Lavinia snapped out of her daze when she heard the end of the sorting hat singing, and clapped along with the other students.

"Now when I call out your name, please come forward and sit on this stool." Dumberdoor cheerfully stated as he began to call out the names in alphabetical order.

The scarlet eyed girl tuned out Doublebone's voice yet again. She couldn't help it. She loathes that man enough to freak a said man out by imitating Tom Riddle's posture, the tone of voice, questions, and reactions. Let's not forget the items she had stolen just a day before Bumblyburp came, and he made sure that all were frighteningly similar.

"Gaunt, Lavinia." Said student-focused back once her name was called and glided towards the stool. She noticed that there were … none of Voldemort's followers' children at the Slytherin table. How lucky!

Lavinia sat gracefully on the stool, straight back and waited for the old man to place the sorting hat on her head, which he did a second later.

'Oh my, I have never sorted out the Mistress of Death before.'

'Hm, I would think Death would be picky when choosing someone to bond to.'

'Indeed he must be, but you are quite interesting yourself, young world hopper.'

'My, you're making me blush.' Lavinia joked to the hat.

'Even atop your head, I could tell that your cheeks are not red.'

'I have good control over my body.' Lavinia answered truthfully.

'Indeed. Well, shall we begin the sorting?' the hat questioned

'Take your time. I rather enjoy seeing Dundledone sweat.' Lavinia said as she did enjoy seeing the old fool sweat.

'I imagine so. Hmmm, you used to be Griffindor… You are indeed brave, but you would rather push a person in front of you to save your own skin; too much self-preservation for being a noble martyr."

'Yess… I admit that I would rather sacrifice one to save the rest. Everyone betrays; its human nature.'

'Your quote of Knowledge is Power definitely fits Ravenclaw. If you were to become Ravenclaw, your housemates would constantly be jealous of your vast collection of unworldly knowledge.'

'Because I've lived long enough to surpass Doodiedums's age, I could say I have spells that are unknown or undiscovered to this world. Knowledge comes with experience. And with experience comes power.'

'You are indeed a hard worker… a very hard worker. Death has even threatened to lock you out of your office. Fearing that you're going to overwork yourself.'

I doubt that besides I have to update my grimoires so many spells I need to write down and potions so many and so little time, 'Lavinia explained.

'Your loyalty to yourself and death is remarkable… for someone who has been betrayed so many times, I can see why your loyalty is only limited to your servant and yourself '

"humans betray each other it's natural but for me, I've been betrayed so many times my trust is so little and hard to gain the only one who has ever gained is Death my loyal companion who has been with me through everything"

"You could build an army of loyal hardworking people who do not even know the word betrayal!'

'True.'

'Lastly… Slytherin. You are of course cunning and power-hungry, though you lack the ambition.'

'I do have an ambition that I work hard for!'

'Planning Muggle-genocide when you are bored isn't called ambitious.'

'Perhaps… By the way, did you know that Honey Badgers love to eat Snakes?'

'Ah? Oh! I see I see. Well, I don't want to be the one to ruin your master plan –and get shredded in the process– so… you will do well in…'

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

'Thank you. Perhaps we could converse some more in the future? With perhaps over tea I prefer Earl Grey tea with fresh macaroons!'

'Of course, young badger.'

Dumbiedoor looked at Lavinia with a shocked –and suspicious– expression as she freed her head from the hat. She estimated that she took quite some time but brushed it away and head towards the badgers that were cheering and clapping. The transfigure professor had assumed that she would be sorted into Slytherin –which was not exactly false– and be the exact copy of Tom Riddle. Lavinia knew that Dumpleboar was neither blind nor dumb, and no doubt thought her the second coming of a Dark Lord who came from the very same line as the Heir of Slytherin. She supposed she had played the Riddle role too flawlessly back in the orphanage.

Too bad for Bumbiepoo that Lavinia had other much more important matters to tend to. And that she is a magnificent actress. If she were to follow in Tom Riddle's footsteps –tempting but not worth it– just to see Dumbolduck try to dispose of a bud in the making... The goat could either get lucky and actually get rid of her or hinder her in staying at her dream home.

Her robes and tie changed their colors to match the house of badgers and she felt weird being made to wear them. She knew that green and silver matched her far better than yellow and black. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts of what she would look good in, buckled her mask in place; smiling at her new housemates. Time to begin her new life in the Magical World.

Finally, a fresh start!

The sorting continued in a similar fashion; calling of names, announcing of House, and of course the clapping. Oh, she was so going to look over her grimoires to see if she could find one spell that could reduce the volume to one's own ears if not she'll become def. In Lavinia's original dimension, most Lions (she's being hypocritical since she was a lion as well) and Badgers (now she's a hybrid lioger) would think that Slytherins are for evil Dark Wizard and Witches. They would lie, cheat and take advantage of you. Of course, that's somewhat true, but adults should not judge little eleven years old's.

Her eyes scanned the head table. She recognized Horace Slughorn right off the bat; he was much younger looking due to his strawberry blonde hair with a little on the grey side, but he had hair! and still plump in the belly. On first glance, he could pass as a pushover Slytherin, making people underestimate him whilst he analyzed them thoroughly. The glee on his face when he heard the name Gaunt didn't go unnoticed by Lavinia, and she would be looking forward to having a nice chat with the residence potions Master. Next was Armando Dippet. If he remembered correctly the Headmaster was three hundred and eighteen years old and would be dead next year. This would lead to Bumblebee being chosen as Headmaster.

Lastly was Filius Flitwick. The half-goblin looked to be in his early twenties, and probably new towards teaching. Even though still young, Flitwick's dueling skill was not one to be underestimated. Lavinia always wondered why Dumbshite never recruited Flitwick for his Order of Barbequed Turkeys. She made a mental note to gain Flitwick as an ally. As they say, one can never have too many allies.

Her eyes swept the table once again to double confirm that she had not missed anyone else –which she didn't. The other professors were unknown and she would bet a knut that Voldemort had already cursed the DADA position.

The sorting was finally finished –much to the starving students' happiness– and Dippet stood to give an opening and welcoming speech. It was so much better than Dumbafork's. At least he did not attempt to speak garbbish at the end of the said speech. The Headmaster clapped his wrinkled hands once and everyone cheered when the food appeared.

Tim skip

The entrance to the Hufflepuff Dormitory was located a floor below the Great Hall and very close to the kitchens. In fact, the closeness of the two was one of the reasons that every badger knew how to get into the kitchens if they so desired, and that little tidbit was revealed to the first years as they were led past this large painting of a bowl of fruit. For all that anyone had to do to gain admission was to tickle the pear, which would then giggle and laugh before turning into a green door handle.

Past the painting and to the right, there was a corridor that ended with a stone recess in which several rows of barrels were organized. The inside was very… cheerful, as the windows that framed the comfortable and well-worn looking furnishings showed fields of grass on a sunny countryside that were filled with bright, yellow flowers. Since Hufflepuff was the house most associated with the earth, she couldn't say that she was surprised with the choice of decorations but knew that magic had to be involved in some way, shape, or form. Because she was pretty sure that they were underground and she was one-hundred percent positive that it was dark outside.

Even though it wasn't exactly her taste in scenery, since she would have much rather preferred to looked upon a forest at twilight or the edge of a lake at the same time, she found that it went with the overall look of the room. Similarly, the yellow and black that trimmed all of the furniture and chairs were not her favorite colors, but it didn't really matter to her what things looked like.

"Hello, I'm Pomona Sprout. Hogwarts sure is beautiful, isn't it?" A slightly plump girl with brown hair and eyes, reddish cheeks, and bright smile introduced herself to the group of Hufflepuff first years.

Hogwarts truly is a wonderful place she agreed.

"Beautiful? It's amazing! And I'm Arnold Walker by the way. I never knew that magic existed until I've gotten my letter from Professor Dumbledore." His head was a mess of dirty blonde whilst his blue eyes sparkle with happiness. He somewhat reminded Lavinia of one of the Parasites she had played with. If she remembered correctly, it was a woman she nicknamed Mother, her name was lost to her after she left the castle.

"A muggle-born? I am as well! My family and I were pleasantly surprised when the Professor dropped by and announced that there was a world of Magic hidden just under our noses. Are you one as well, Sprout? Oh and I'm Connor Hill, but Conner's fine." A boy with neat dark hair and eyes spoke. And as expected, his face was full of smiles. Merlin, she had forgotten that the Badgers are usually filled with mudbloods. They were lucky she refuses to shed Magical blood like Voldie does. "Please, call me Pomona. And pureblood. My family has been in Hufflepuff for generations." Sprout replied. That explained why she became the Head when she's older… Or perhaps being a Herbology professor comes with being Head Puff. Like how all the Potion Master in Hogwarts became Head of Slytherin, or Transfiguration Professors become Head of Lions, she noted.

"I'm Christopher Davies, Muggle-born. Call me Chris." Another boy questioned. His chestnut brown hair parted sideways.

"I heard that Slytherin produces Dark Wizards and Witches. Is that true or are they just rumors? I'm Risa Edison, call me Risa. I'm a half-blood." A girl sitting next to Lavinia questioned curiously. She has dark brown hair that reached past her chin, and black sharp eyes that were shining.

'Yess Slytherin produces Dark witches and wizards but Magic is magic; Dark, Light or Neutral. The school should be teaching them about all three, not become bigoted and define them with colors. Dark does not mean Black or Evil. Light does not mean White or Good. Neutral does not mean Grey or borderline Evil.

Dark Wizards don't make them evil, just as Light Wizards don't make them good.

There is no Good or Evil, only Magic.' Lavinia thought as much as she wanted to correct them, she would not… Yet. She'll slowly break the children from the Ministry's influences and let them know the true history of Magic. Seeing everyone looking at her; waiting for her to introduce herself. Lavinia gave a breathtaking loving smile.

"Hello it's nice to meet you all, I'm Lavinia Gaunt. I'm sure we will get along nicely."

"Lavin-iavan?" Davies questioned, looking quite taken aback. She knew that Mudbloods would generally find these types of names odd.

"Lavinia." She corrected patiently. "I'm guessing my family has a tradition of naming their children with … unique names that begin with the letter M or L."

"What does your name mean, actually? Not to be rude or anything!" Walker asked.

"It's in Latin the meaning of the name Lavinia is: In classical mythology, Lavinia was the daughter of King Latinus and the wife of Trojan hero Aeneas, who named the city Lavinium in her honor," Lavinia answered. When she heard someone a clear of her throat.

"Wow… Is your family uhm… full of dark wizards and witches? I-I mean because only Dark families like the Blacks name their children with … star constellations."

"Indeed they are rather… Dark. Rest assured that I am unlike them. I don't even know about my family I was abandoned at an orphanage." Because her father had no idea of she existed whilst there is a high percentage that she was forgotten by her mother.

They relaxed and chattered, she included. She didn't want to be an outcast and forced herself into smiling for social niceties. "Umm did you notice that you have a few insects in your hair, Gaunt?" No, she has not noticed a few butterflies attached to her person all throughout her journey from the orphanage.

"I have. Butterflies have a tendency to flock towards me." She replied evenly.

"Really!? That's so cool! Did you put butterfly food all over your hair?" Why she was even bothering to give a reply, she would never know.

"Walker! Stop asking Gaunt such questions! She's embarrassed!" Sprout chided whilst Walker gave an apologetic look towards Lavinia.

She was not embarrassed! her hair is nectar-free as well, thank you very much!

"It's been in…" Mia started.

"…our mind since…" Ave continued.

"…the boat ride…" They both turned towards her.

"Why are you not wearing shoes?" They asked in unison. "Does Hogwarts even allow that? Won't the Headmaster scold you if you do not wear proper footwear?"

"There are no rules that specifically said that students are needed to wear covered shoes. Lavinia said as she and the rest of girls were called to be shown they're dorm rooms. The girls would be sharing a room –similar to the Gryffindor dorms–and Lavinia chose the furthest bed. Thank Merlin that the beds had curtains; the dorm was too sunny and bright for her taste only wishing she could go back to her dark castle in her old world.

Whilst her dorm mates were still chatting with one another, she went to unpack her trunk. Lavinia places her book bag that was already filled with all her required school items on her nightstand, her potion equipment and ingredients inside said nightstand after applying an expandable charm and warded it. After finishing her task, she discreetly armed her bed with weapons that she took out from her trunk. One can never know if their roommates were hidden killers.

After kicked her trunk underneath her bed and warded her whole bed, making it almost as safe as Hogwarts itself. Blame her paranoia and those damnable Parasites who have a habit of suicidal tendencies. Grabbing one of her grimoires that was charmed to look like a normal book Lavinia grabbed her nightgown walked to the restroom and locking the door. As she looked for that spell that will help her hide the scars that she asked Death to leave behind.

Smiling in seeing the spell she needed how ironic that the spell is called for a better complexion. Setting down a picture of Fleur Delacour, (or any woman, whose complexion you admire). Using Ocean salt drawing a circle around it as Lavinia recite the spell while gazing into Fleur's eyes.

"Clear away impurities, refined my skin. Let others see the light of beauty that is inside. From now forward I shall not be ashamed."

Once Lavinia finished the spell her complexion became a breathtakingly beautiful just like Fleur's, smiling Lavinia got dressed and left the restroom. Only to see her dorm mates soon followed her example with unpacking and went to sleep earlier than she expected them to. Well, it was a long and tiring journey to Hogwarts. Closing the curtains surrounding her bed. As she was lying down, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Lavinia began her nightly chore of storing her new memories into orbs and placing them on shelves inside her mindscape –eerily similar to the Hall of Prophecy. As she strengthens her occlumency defenses and finally succumbed to sleep; her shields preventing her from having fits of nightmares.