I'll be honest, I've had this ready since the last chapter, but I just got severely sidetracked, like. I have been writing a RWBY fic which i am currently at 133,167 words today. That's a goddamn book and I have yet to go back to edit shit besides the mechanic that I keep evolving in the story. anyways, here's chapter nine and why i have the icon i do on the fic's picture. Some of you called it on chapter one, so thumbs up! Enjoy and I am SO sorry about the wait.

Chapter 9 - Shit, I'm home

One weekend on a fall day, a month after I got back from Utah, I go in for my weekly status report. It took a while to get the report after my six month absence, but there was luckily little activity in this time other than reinforcements for the Legion from the East. Other than that, not much has happened in my little slice of power.

As Yes Man was listing off everything new that has happened from the wastes for the week until he stalls for a second for some reason. "It's time my intruder friend! The battle for the dam has begun and I've sent out a robot for the Boomers!" The bot still calls me intruder, but it more of an affectionate nickname than a title anymore.

I tiredly nod at the smiling face on the screen. Finally I can just get this over with. "Let's do this then." This day has been coming for a while and the upside is that I was able to be informed the moment the fight began.

"Wonderful! Here is an override chip I created when you were out helping people! The terminal to put it in is under the Dam's office! Now let's go intruder!" The robots all stream out of the room and I follow them.

I walk out and get on the bike I drove into the Freeside and hid. I gun the engine and head to the dam for my final fight. The Followers already knows that I will probably not come back from this fight, so I packed all my sentimental things and gave away a few gifts. Arcade gets a few of my books I've bought over my time there and Julie gets some too along with the recipes for tribal medicine practices. I hope they make good use out of them.

A security bot squad joins me and matches my speed as I drive to the dam. They have to protect the main element of the attack after all.

-_- Back to the gods!

Fate screamed in frustration, "Where the hell is my chosen one?! DEATH!" Death could only cower in the corner of the void. The god tried to make himself small as a peanut, but due to his being a fact of nature, the creature did not succeed too well. "Death, where are you?!" Death tried to hide further into the darkness, but a deceitfully strong hand clamped down on his head. "Where is Harry Potter, dear brother? Didn't you learn not to take my chosen ones early?" Fate asked in a terrifyingly sweet and innocent voice.

Death could only shiver under the gaze of his sister. When the hand squeezed, he eeped and spilled what he did in an instant. "I saved him from his uncle! Sure, I may have lost him in a different dimension, but I saved him! I did GOOD, I'm not Chaos! It was for a good cause! You told me to never take your champions before their time and I didn't! I just lost him, he's alive somewhere!" The god defended himself with wide eyes, staring at his sister, hoping for a shed of mercy.

Fate removed her hand with a nod of her head along with a smile. Death thought he was in the clear when he saw the smile. The goddess turned and shouted out, "Chaos, Life! Help me find Harry Potter of Wizarding Earth number A46!" She got back two ayes from the smart gods, they stayed well clear of her war path. She turned to find Death trying to crawl away. "Oh no, you have to be punished!" The god was not cleared.

The void was filled with the screams of an angry goddess accompanied by terrified and pained ones of a pitiful god as the two other siblings ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, looking for the lost boy in the near infinite number of universes, ruling out all the new ones that appeared.

I arrive at the dam to see the fight in full swing. The remaining Legion that were not at camp or killed in ambushes are attacking the dam with full force, but it seems the battle has really only just begun. What impeccable timing! I join the NCR in the fight, so I don't have to take on two enemy fronts alone and we slowly advance forward until I can slip off and make it to the office where Yes man has told me to put the chip in. I enter the lobby as the men fought up, not paying much attention to me. I see the elevator that the helpful bot told me about, which will lead me to the controls.

I go down a level and find myself in the main generator room. After what seems like an hour of looking around, I find a room with two NCR soldiers guarding. They confront me as I enter the room, rather viciously too. "Leave at once or we will open fire!" One of the calls out, priming his weapon, causing the other to do the same.

"The general told me to retrieve all able personnel! It is a mess up there and we need back up!" I lie to them, trying to get them to leave. They pair has a confused look on their faces, but it morphs slowly into disbelief.

The soldiers start to raise their rifles at me, but I am quicker on the draw and send two piercing spells at them using my hands as guides. They fall without a sound and I go to the computer, uploading the link to the Lucky 38's mainframe using the little computer skills I have. Smiling at the completed task, I leave the room and go back up to join the fight. In the time I was gone, the Legion's heavy hitters arrived and we begin to take anti-material fire. Why do the legions have anti-material weapons when they still use machetes?!

I am quick to take them out but not before all the men next to me die. At least that will save me from having to kill them myself. The Boomers also begin to join the battle as mortars and bombers destroy everything around me. NCR, Legion, my bots, they just destroy everything without a lick of aiming. 'Never working with them again,' I think to myself as I watch a mortal blow up a squad of NCR. This is just too damn sloppy.

I somehow find myself at the Legion forward base where there are only a few men left around. Who knew they had one so close to the dam? The men inside do not last long once I arrive. I make my way up the hill to the leader's tent when a man wearing a golden helmet walks out. I put a clip of carbine into the man before he can even speak. I saw what was on his back and did NOT want to fight him! He had a hammer bigger than he was tall and if he could swing that, I would be done. That kind of muscle would make a super mutant impressed!

The sounds of battle slowly dwindles as I make my way back to the dam. I won. With all the hype, I though that would have been harder. Taking the bridge may have had some danger involved, but to win the battle so easily baffles me. 'Those robots must have been some of the biggest badasses if they fought so well,' I mentally say to myself.

I see quite the sight that makes me rethink my comment about my robots once I make it out of the forward camp. The bridge to the tunnel is covered by NCR soldiers and what looks like a high-ranking officer at their head. The look on his face tells me he is not happy, "Mr. Fox! I am-" I raise my hand to stop him. I don't need to hear his spiel.

"The battle is over sir. I have an army and there has been enough bloodshed. Let's just… make a deal," I say before the man can make a threat. He grudgingly nods, the frown deepening on his face. "I have an army of robots somewhere around here." Wind sweeps through the valley and as the dust settles, I see the army all behind the NCR. "Behind you. Now, I want Vegas and this dam. That is why I fought here after all. I am will to give up part of the Colorado river, the fortification hill specifically, to the NCR so they have a foothold against the Legion to the east. Please take the offer sir, I really have had enough killing these last few years. I can even give you my word that the Legion will all die if they set foot in Vegas again."

The man suddenly sneers at me. "You think you can just piss on the bear and get away with it?!" The man steps close to my face, but I don't back down in the face of the angry man. "I would sooner spit of the grave of my dead mother then let some Courier, "Walk-the-wasteland" fuck talk to me like that! Think your some hot shit just because you raised a little fucking army?! The NCR has four times the number of soldiers you have!"

In a flash, I have Maria pressed against the man's skull. All the NCR troops raise their firearms, but the officer shouts without losing eye contact with me, "Stand down men. Enough men have shed their blood today. This is between me and him!" Man, this guy even cares about his men! I can't kill him! "My name is General Lee Oliver, the commanding officer of the New California Republic Army! I will not live to see some little shit errand boy beat me in battle. So do it, kill me! DO IT!" He roars in my face.

I draw my other hand back and sucker punch him in the jaw as he roars. The general drops like a ton of bricks, missing a few teeth. I point at the nearest soldier as the man hits the dusty ground. "You. Take the general and go back to your base. Vegas is mine, Fort hill is yours. Please tell him that when he wakes." The soldier glares, but does as I tell him. I holster my weapon when I see my army roll up behind the soldiers.

Rubbing my eyes, I take a step to my army with my eyes close and… trip on something. Snapping my eyes open, I see I am falling onto a carpeted floor at a rather fast rate. 'Huh?' I think to myself in confusion. 'The ground is dirt here, isn't it?' In front of me are a few people and more importantly, a wooden table "Fuck!" I bark as I slam into the table at a speed I know I wasn't going when I tripped.

"I found him! Muhahaha!" Chaos maniacally laughed as he threw Harry back into his home realm. 'Wait until Sis sees what I did to her chosen one, it will be AWESOME!' The goddess snickered into her hands which turned into a full-blown laughter of a lunatic as he stopped trying to hide the laugh behind his hands.

From the void, Chaos heard Fate scream, "Stop laughing you lunatic and look for my chosen one! If you slack off again, I'll punch you so hard in the tit that you'll think straight for a century!" Chaos screamed in horror and fled the area to act like she was looking for the chosen one before his sister could follow through with the threat like last time.

The table gives under my weight and it falls around me with a splinting crash. I stand up quickly, flinging the wooden furniture off my body. The turn of events surprise me, but I am now ready and draw my gun along with pulling my knife out. I raise the weapons to ready as I sweep the room, only to nearly drop the tools when I see who are around me.

I see that there are two overly fat people around me with a thin woman with a long neck. The smaller fat person cowers as the bigger one lunges at me. I drop the blade, catching the fat man's incoming fist and flip him over my shoulder using the fighting style that Arcade imparted onto me as his apprentice. His large body slams into the table's wreckage with a dull thud and he starts crying out in pain. He stops his wimpering when I press Maria against his temple.

The room is silent as I look around. I see the smaller fat person is Dudley and the thin woman, my aunt Petunia who looks terrified, but I see a flash in her eyes. Is that glee? Exhaling loudly through my nose, I put my knife away as the only threat would be the whale I have pinned under me.

"Hello relatives and aunt. It would seem I'm ba… FUCK!" I suddenly cry out as what I'm doing crashes down on me. I am holding my UNCLE down with a gun to his head. My uncle, who was back in England last I remembered. The family all jumps at my loud curse. "FUCK! I just won too!" I get off the fat man and clutch my head with my hands. "Will they live?!" I cry the question aloud. "... Probably not. The White Gloves won't try anything, but there is no way the NCR would not notice the disappearance of me!" I muttered to myself as I pace. "My Vegas is dead. What a waste of years." I come to the conclusion of what will happen to my city quickly. The other casinos will prey on the opening in the power void with me gone.

I hear the cracking of wood and a bellowing yell, "You're one of those freaks, aren't you?!" Vernon's voice brings me out of my thoughts. The thought of scaring the man one more time put a smile on my face. A vicious smile, showing my upper canines at the floor. This will be fun.

I turn to the family and they flinch at the smile. Coupled with the pints of blood on my torso and I must make a terrifying image. "You mean you don't recognize the little kit you use to beat everyday, uncle? I'm hurt! Absolutely hurt by your thoughtlessness! I mean, It's only been a few years!" I say in a fake sugary voice.

Vernon gives a roar and charges once more. I lash out and Maria's handle cracks him in the forehead, dropping him even faster than the general. A small voice breaks the afterward silence. "H-Harry? Is that you?"

Looking over at my aunt, I see tears in her eyes. My smile turns to one of the few kindhearted ones I've smiled in the past three years. My aunt slowly approaches me, but when I slip my blood drenched coat off with my four packs, she lunges and engulfs me in a hug. "I thought Vernon killed you!"

I rub the woman's back soothingly, telling her "No. I just got transported to someplace for a while. What have I missed?"

The woman calms down and takes a step back. I chuckle when I see her sneakily trying to keep in a cringe at all the blood on her. My aunt has many faults and near OCD with her property is one of them. She smiles when she hear my laugh. "You've been gone for a year… I see the time has been good for you. It's July 1st, so you've been gone almost a full year."

Wow, only a year passed here. I just shake the feeling off as I pull off my vest, after putting my guns in my waist. I drop it on my coat with a thud. I look at Dudley who is still staring at me and his father. "Dudley!" I bark out in my doctor's voice. "Take your father out of the room, me and your mother need to talk!"

The boy doesn't even hesitate to get to work. As he grunts and groans moving his father, I sit down on the couch with a moan of pleasure. I haven't just sat down truly since I killed Benny. Sleeping on a crap bed when there is people dying near my tent is not very relaxing. The only thing that came close to this was my time in Zion, but sleeping on leaves in the middle of a desert canyon in the middle of spring sucked. "H-Harry… Why do you have breasts?" I snap my eyes open and look at my aunt. The woman who was the only kindness in my childhood.

Her words register and I look down. I see I indeed do have breasts. Rather good size ones too. At least a small D-cup to my shame. "Oh this is fucking great! First a fox person and now a woman!" I take a deep breath and punch myself in the groin with as much of my power I can put behind it which is quite a bit. I wince from the shooting pain, but only wince at the large amount of pain. I should be on the ground crying from the pain instead of just a step from having misty eyes, something bullets have trouble causing. "Okay Potter. You weren't using them too much. Get the hell over it," I rationalize with myself as I take deep breaths. 'It's like with my discovery all those years ago. I was in a futuristic hell for five going six years, I have a tail now, I started a war out of greed, I killed hundreds if not thousands due to my direct action, thousands more from indirect actions, I lost my dick and have the female equivalent. I'm the gods play thing. Get over it and move on!'

I hear my aunt shakily say my name, so I look at her. "L-look on the bright side… You're b-beautiful and your h-hair fits your gender now… That is... if you had it like that before..." She tries to give a smile, but it is more of a grimace. Sighing, I pull out my mirror that I have to check my face after a fight to see if I took any hits to it or when I have to brush my teeth. I don't brush my teeth nearly as many times as I have taken hits to the head. I love making sure my teeth are clean.

I see my face has definitely gained a feminine look to it, making me look less like James, but a cross between Mom and Dad. At least I have something of my mother in my looks besides the eyes. My eyes are slightly more gold now through, still a bright emerald green, but the yellow tint makes them shine a bit more. After checking what I look like, I toss my mirror in my bag and run my hands through my hair, taking my bandana off.

I wring it out of all the blood and sweat that has stained it in the past few days. Petunia gasps at my fox ears which is understandable, they are freaky. "Yeah. Had a little accident when I got to the wastes. Let's say science there is literally centuries ahead of us and I found a canister of something while I was starving."

"Didn't I tell you not to eat food you find on the ground?" Petunia scolds me gently, still looking at my ears. The way she use to when Vernon wasn't around to have to make a show for. I rub my head, embarrassed, but nod. The woman sighs and sits down next to me, emotionally spent. "Your stuff is gone, except for your father's cloak. No matter what Vernon did, it was never destroyed and kept returning to this spot in the basement. It's now buried under a mound of junk."

I nod at the information. "You know I will not be living here anymore." She nods her answer with her gaze at her clenched hands. "I'll go grab the cloak and be on my way before Vernon comes to."

As I pull on my stuff, Petunia calls over, "Feel free to visit whenever you want." After a pause, she said in a small voice, "And, if I had a girl, I would have named her Violet to keep with the Evan's family tradition." I wave my hand over my shoulder as I go down the stairs and find a haphazard heap of junk that I toss to the side to find my dad's cloak. On the cloak was a little note. "Have fun being a girl. Look out for me during the ball. I'll approach you." Staring at the note, I give a hard growl which hurts my throat from the anger behind it. Steaming, I pull the fluid-like fabric over my shoulders and my body is invisible.

I leave the house to see Petunia doting over the knocked out whale while Dudley munches on a candy bar, just watching. I slap him on the head as I pass. He screams and faints on the spot. Fool. Once outside the house, I realize I have no idea how to get to Diagon alley to get to the bank. I do need funds after all. Though I remember reading something about the Wizarding bus in a book I checked out about wizard transportation, looking for something better than the floo to use. It says flare your magic out from your wand and the bus will pick you up. So I wonder if it works here?

I reach up and flare magic in my hand. This seems to work as the bus pulls to a stop in front of me. I get on silently when the guy opens to door, looking for the caller and sit on one of the empty beds. Who sleeps on the bus anyways? I grasp one of the poles tightly as the man shrugs, muttering about damn kids.

The ride was bumpy and chaotic. Just as I like my rides... Man. I'm going to miss that motorbike, sure I can buy one here if not make one similar, but she was my first. I sit on the bus for two hours before we get to Diagon alley when another person needed to go there. I pad off after the man and into the bar without bothering anyone. I really need to get some boots or something now that I'm nearly done growing. I make it to the magical alley easily and see it is nearly empty due to it being almost night. I pull my cloak off, the people around me jumping from the appearance of a bloody and heavily armed doctor. I was almost tempted to let my bandana stay off, but that would have been stupid, so I already put it back on in the bus. I easily make it into the bank as I stuff my cloak into my cargo pocket. The damn thing is like a napkin and folds so easily.

I enter the bank and the goblins tense at the sight of me. I silently pad across the marble floor to one of the tellers to get to my vault. "Hello. I need to access my trust and I do not have my key, nor did I ever have it." I always wondered about that. I always put it down to me being an orphan, but I really should have been in charge of carrying my key.

The goblin is noticeably tense as he answers, "Name and put some of your blood into this dish ma'am." The ma'am part pisses me off, but I concede as I pull out my knife and prick my finger with it. I sheath the blade as I drip my blood into the dish.

I remember the name part as I wipe my finger on my sleeve. "Harold Potter. I know I'm a girl, I noticed already," I tell the goblin, still irritated about the sex change. "I don't know how to fix it."

The goblin's eyes widen and he barks out something to a goblin behind him. "Griphook will take you to see your account manager Lady Black." I scrunch up my brows as I look at him. I told him Potter, where is this Black coming from.

Shaking my head, I follow the little goblin that took me to my fault the first time through the winding corridors of the bank until we come to an office with "Teethripper" on it. A pleasant name, I wonder how he got renown for something like that? Dentist, torture expert with a niche in his style?

Griphook knocks on the door and we hear a voice telling us to enter. The little goblin opens the door and I follow him in. Behind a desk, I see a large goblin doing paperwork. All around the room are what looks to be torture instruments that revolve around the facial region of a victim. "Lady Black here to speak with you sir," Griphook announces, then walks out. The door slamming shut behind him.

The goblin gestures at the seat in front of his desk. I flop down into it and say, "Let's cut to the chase. What is with the whole Black thing and when can I go get my money from my trust vault? Also, do you know any way for wizards to have sex changes?"

The goblin grins with a mouth full of teeth. Most of them look human. Ah, now I see. "The 'Black thing' is because you are the head of the most ancient and noble house of Black through your godfather and grandmother. As the head, that name takes precedence over a nearly dead house. You may get to your vault when the meeting is over. Your godfather, Sirius Black, was a convicted criminal for betraying your parents to Voldemort and killing a dozen muggles and one Peter Pettigrew. He was later found innocent when Peter Pettigrew was found alive and with a dark mark. Pettigrew sadly escaped and dementors killed your godfather a few days later due to orders by your government being put into mindless demons that would not take no for an answer, making you the one of the last of the main house of Black and head by succession. As for the wizard thing, no. There was at one time, but it was destroyed by nobles who kept having their daughters using it and stealing the title from the son."

I nod my head in understanding, disappointed about the lack of a way back to being a guy. "What are my duties as the head of the Black house?" I ask the goblin quietly. I also wonder what is with having a godfather I was not aware of, but that is a personal matter that I'll take care of later.

"You are the leader of the house and in control of who gets what and so forth. There are only three living members of the Black house remaining and two ex-members. Narcissa Malfoy, her son Draco Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange. The ex-members are Andromeda Tonks and her daughter Nymphadora Tonks. Other than that, unless you go into politics, your solicitor will vote in favor of issues that you tell him to unless one of the members of your house wants to represent your interests. Here is the name and address of the Black family's current solicitor. Anything left that needs clarifying?" The goblin asks with a smug grin as he gives me a piece of paper with a name. The goblin also tosses a ring at me.

It is simple in design, only with a void black stone on top of the silver band. It had a Latin motto I translate to "Always pure." I guess this is the Black headship ring.

I nod as I slide it on. The ring conforms to my finger as I ask, "If I am going to be a girl, I will need a new name than Harold. I will get absolutely no respect with that name with my gender now. What is the process?" It hurts, but I need to think of the future now and the future is that I will not be a man again. It doesn't hurt too bad as I don't think the fact I'm a woman now has sunk fully in.

The goblin rummage in his desk and pulls out a paper. "Fill this out. Blood print on bottom to seal it with magic." He hands me a paper and a quill. I take it and think of a name… I guess I'll go with what Petunia said she would name her daughter. Violet. Violet Lillian Black. Sounds alright and isn't a mouth full. I stab my thumb on my sharp canine and swipe the bloody digit onto the paper and hand it back to the goblin. The creature nodded before bellowing out, "GRIPHOOK!"

The little goblin comes in and stands at attention. "Take Lady Black to her Potter trust vault. Here are your new bank keys milady. They're labeled." He tosses a ring of keys at me which I deftly catch. I nod at the goblin as I leave the room. As we march through the bank, I check my keys. One is Black, other is Potter and last is Potter trust. Each has a number on the other side.

The silence as we walked got boring, so I try to make some conversation with the goblin next to me, "So, Griphook. Nice to see you again. How has the last… year treated you?"

The goblin grunts, "Well. How is it you look fifteen if not older, Lady Black, when you are fourteen?" Fifteen? I'm eighteen dammit! I look down and I have indeed lost three years of my life with the change of gender. Or gained them. I look fifteen instead of eighteen and some is what it means! I don't feel different, so I hope my reserves and strength stayed with me.

"Have no idea. Got stuck in some post-apocalyptic desert for the past five years and just got back a few hours ago. Hence the blood all over me. I got turned into a woman on the way back, so gaining back three years doesn't seem too bad in compassion. Man. I was going to be king of an entire city and next thing I know, I'm back in the living room of my relatives." I playfully whine with a little smile. I didn't care too much to be king, but it would have been nice for a while. "My city is probably burning now. Full of dumbasses all wanting to fill the power gap. I think the runners will be the ones who fill the gap though with them being the supplier of guns. At least before the NCR comes in and wrecks everyone's shit with their dick measuring contests," I mutter the end more to myself.

The goblin snickers at the last part he heard as we get to the carts. Heard it with those long ears probably. I hop in and Griphook releases the cart. We speed down the tunnels at a good thirty mph, so I am not bothered at all by it. We screech to a halt right outside my Potter trust. I go in and fill up my money pocket full of gold coins while transferring my sack of caps to the bottom of my supply bag. I'll never know if I go back and I don't want to be broke if I do.

We go back to the surface and Griphook escorts me to the surface. I pass the short one a gallon as I leave. "Thanks for the assistance," I thank him as I walk out of the bank. If I remember right, a gallon is ten pounds, so that seems like a fair tip to give the greedy race for escorting me to my vault.

I leave the bank with my hood up, bound hair waving in front of me down to my groin and move around the alley. I need to go rent a place to stay for a bit.

The dried blood must still intimidate and worry the people to the point where a witch hesitantly comes forward. "Miss… Um, do you need medical help?"

The woman, a late twenties looking person with deep black hair has her wand in her hand and looks nervous. I smile gently at her and shake my head, trying not to frighten the poor lady. "I could use one of those cleaning spells. My wand was broken a while ago and I have no idea how to work wandless magic." LIE! -ish. My wand was broken by Vernon in my absence.

She smiles at me. "Wandless magic is beyond most people dear, myself included." With a flick, all but the years old stains remain on my coat. People relax around me when they see I am in a doctor's coat before they tense back up because I AM in a doctor's coat with blood all over it. "There you go miss. Are you a doctor?"

I nod absently and answer the kind woman, "Field medicine is my specialty, you know, combat wounds and most things not disease related. Magical mishap brought me here after I finished up a day in my hospital." The woman nods in understanding.

"You are rather young, shame you have to see so much violence at your age." I smile at her care. "Where are my manners, my name is Andromeda Tonks." My eyes widen at her name as she reaches out to shake my hand.

I hesitantly take the hand and give it three shakes. "Umm. My name is… heh this is awkward. Violet Black." What are the odds?

"Muhehehehehe!" Chaos cackled as he ate a wheel of cheese.

"CHAOS!" Fate screamed once again as she charged across the void and slammed her fist into the entity's chest, fracturing the god's ribs in a resounding crack. The cheese flew out of the hand of the pained goddess, right into Nirn three, Sub-world Shivering Isles. "What did I tell you?!"

The god could only whimper as he saw mortals devour his cheese, the pain slowly unclouding his mind. "My food..." Chaos whined weakly as Fate huffed and left her sister to mourn as well as start looking again.

The woman stares at me and flinches when she sees the headship ring on the hand she shook. "Yeah… This is awkward."

I wave my hand in front of me, as if waving the issue away. "Let's forget about the whole lordship or ladyship... whatever it is thing. Thanks for the help cousin." I move us to the side not to get in the way of people as we continue to talk. "So, I would like to get to know some of my blood family, care to assist this teen in their quest?"

The young woman smiles and nods as I lean against the wall. "I'll start. I am married with one child. She is in the Auror force right now." I am shocked to hear this. "I am a nurse at Saint Mungo's hospital and I am thirty-nine."

I have to comment. "Wow. You don't look a day over twenty-seven!" The woman smiles at me with a sense of pride in her body. "Well. I have no partner, never have had one. I will be in third year of Hogwarts if I go back. Let me see… I was a combat medic for a militia force for half a year and a medic for a trashed city for the rest of that year and two more years, taking a break due to being stuck between warring tribes for a while. I would like to say I am a pretty good medic. Oh and I'm… Eighteen? I kinda had an incident when I was thirteen that cost me five years of my life in some distant place, so I would be fourteen in reality, but I got deaged to fifteen with this new incident… Whatever. It's far too confusing to think about with any logic. I just chalk it up to magic and bored gods, ya know?"

"Oh, that is terrible!" She looks like she wants to believe me, but doesn't fully. Understandable. "Did you learn medicine in that time?" I nod. "Did… you have to fight in that war or any battles? I mean, you're carrying around all those guns! You don't have to answer!" She quickly added to the end of the question in a panic.

I smile at her trying to do damage control on the question. "Yeah. I actually started a major war and was the third side to it. The independent force in the battle. I won too! I also won the tribe war with their leader backing me up. That man was a monster on the battlefield." I snicker at the shocked look on the woman's face. "I had some help with some allies I gathered though for the big war too. It was for a good cause and one side was slaver scum that were quite dangerous. Not nice people to anyone. Like, stereotypical bad guys in children books, evil."

The woman and I chat well into the night. Sitting down at the ice cream parlor for a treat while we spoke. She has to go at around twelve as she needs to work at ten. She gives me her floo number in case I want to call her. I pocket the number and wander the alley, to find myself in Knockturn, looking for something to do.

I remember to the time I accidentally came in here and everything was so terrifying. I miss those days. Now this place is nothing, but a dark alley like the kind I use to go through all the time back in Freeside on my off time. They weren't so bad after I helped the Kings clean house on the thugs around. Great bunch of guys to hang out with, those kings were. When I sang them a few Elvis songs they didn't know and put a name to their idol, they adored me like one of their own, the king even made me an honorary member. Got a King's jacket and everything.

I somehow find my way into a store near the end of the alley where there are really only shady as hell bars and brothels. It started to remind me of Nipton, so when I see the first store without a naked woman plastered on the side, I enter.

Inside is walls lined with dusty books and an old man behind the counter with a long beard. I nod at him and he nods back, going back to whatever he is reading before I entered. I browses his collection to find a lot of illegal magic. I mean, there are blood rituals, human sacrifices and all kinds of books just sitting out in the open.

I grab one on mind magick, one on animagus, remembering McGonagall becoming a cat in the middle of class. I already know I will be a fox, but that will still be fun to run around as a full fox. The last books I pick up are on wandless magic and the theory behind magic. I don't want to be constricted to a wand again, but I would like to advance my abilities without having to figure it all out by trial and error.

As I bring the books over to the counter, a human diagram catches my attention. I move over to the shelf and find a plethora of medical texts for magicians. Why would these be in a place like this? Must be due to needing a license to buy them or something equally stupid. Actually... that doesn't sound too stupid to restrict advance healing arts. People are bound to fuck up and kill their patients without training.

I snatch up one of everything useful and bring them to the counter. The man looks at the pile and then at my coat. "I don't see many doctors come this way. Your total is nine hundred gallons." A steep price, but I once paid ten thousand caps for a book on nerve manipulation from an NCR doctor within Freeside, so this is not too bad.

I hand over the coins. "You have any enchanted bags in here?" I ask as I look at the pile. This will not be good to carry out in the open.

The man looks at me and nods. "A bottomless bag will be a three hundred gallons. The enchantment will never wear out, you have my word. Highly illegal, so do not advertise you have something more than an expanded space bag. Those don't even hold a candle to the stuff that can fit into my bags! I have fit an entire bus in one! Had to cut it apart, destroyed mostly everything that made it a bus... but I could carry a bus around like nothing!" The old man smirks at his wares as he brags about what he has accomplished.

I place the gallons on the desk and the old man gives me a satchel that looks similar to my own book one. "Has a disguise function for muggle use. The main pocket has an illusion that makes it seem like there are some boring books and enchanted with a slight muggle repellent so they don't touch anything."

I place my purchases inside it and transfer all my books from the waste into the bag before I place the actual satchel into the new bag. "Thank you sir. I'm sure I'll find myself back in here at one point later in life. Good luck with business." We nod at each other once more and I leave with my new purchases. What a good day, well... Would have been a good day if something didn't turn me into a fucking girl and just left a fucking note behind!