"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Morgana looked to the goblin, his family has been watching over her vault since they opened Gringotts.

"Yes, if I hope to make any sort of change I need my real family name." That piped his interest, after all one of the original humans with magic is going to make a change,

"What type of change, if I may ask?"

"Oh you know, back to the old ways." Silverclaw looked at her, she was going to drag these people back to their roots.

"Ahh I see...and how did you plan on making these changes?" Her vicious smirk was enough for the goblin.

"You have the support of the goblin nation." Morgana's eyes up in surprise, all the years she has been alive never had goblin given support openly.

"Not to seem ungrateful but why are you...willing to show your support for me?" Goblins have always hate humans, even in her time: they were just better at hiding it.

"The old ways was one of the best time for us. The wizard may not see it but they are killing magic." The young redhead lips pulled into a frown.

"Killing? I am sorry I have not felt what you are talking about..." Morgana reached out her magic and felt for what he was talking about.

"I am not surprised you cannot feel it, you spend most of your time either time at Hogwarts and your home in the Void both places are filled with magic." That explains why she never noticed.

"I can feel Mother weakened, but nothing bad... but this place was built upon magic so it would be strong here. When I get home I will do the ritual if what you say is true..." She did not want to think of the consequences, Silverclaw bent his head in acknowledgement.

"Now on to matters at hand, please sign here...Perfect now we need to go to the Ritual Vault." The ritual will allow her magic to change her blood to match her first body, but would not change her looks. It would be obvious is the once sixteen year old came back looking like she was in her thirty.

"Wonderful!"

Tom didn't know whether or not to like this woman, so far she has paid for everything that he has even looked at twice. When they were getting robes, he tried his hardest to get her to reconsider, she got him some made of the best material he has ever seen.

" you do not need to do this. I can pay-"

"Oh hush! Between my husband and my daughter I never get to spoil anyone, I am the one getting spoiled." Tom still didn't the name of the young redhead whom he went to school with, it was driving him mad. Between the wife and the husband just calling the child 'their daughter' he would never get her name.

"May I be so bold as to as ask what your daughter's appointment for?" He was very curious.

"Ahh she was just going to claim some houses." Aidan spoke while looking over the list for their books they would need.

"To claim?"

"Yes, you are a halfblood right?" Tom tensed, "No need to be tense! It is a good thing."

"Could you explain?"

"You see families sometimes take another name when running from the government or even blood feuds. With that sometimes long forgotten lines can come to light when you look up with the goblins. We did this when she was born, she is now of age and therefore can take responsibility for it." Aidan had to be careful with information he was giving up, after all they did not know what Morgana need him for.

"Really?"

"Yes, I forget the British government does not want everyone to know their power." This time the mother answered. "You see vaults, after a certain amount of money, keep gaining money. Not only that but families with keep important books and artifacts inside their vaults."

This information was quickly filed away, Tom was going to have a talk with goblins. Before he could get anymore questions out, a large black bird flew from the sky and onto the arm Aidan was holding. On it's leg was was a roll of paper, Caitlyn pulled it off and the bird flew off with a flap of its wings.

"Hmm...My love it seems our daughter will be meeting us at home."

"I was right, she will thank me later once we get home. With that being said, I will for once ask you whether or not you would like to spend the next few days with us before you go back to school?" Tom, for once, really didn't even need to think of his answer.

"If you would not mind?"

"Of course not! Husband of mine go and key Tom here into our home." The look older womans gave her husband behind Tom's back sent the older man running.

"Tom we will pay for these, get everything else you two need, and then head home, hopefully our daughter will be make it home before dinner." Tom walked with the older woman to the counter. Once outside Aidan was once again descended upon by the black bird and, once again, the large man held out his arm for the bird to land on. Before he said anything he slipped into a near by alley way before he turned to the bird.

"Mens can you please take me home. I do not think I can make it through this crowd in one piece." The bird, a very large raven, gave a caw before they both bursted into ebony feathers that disappeared once they touched the ground.

"Tisky" Aidan called the moment his foot touched the black and gold marbled floor.

"How cans Tisky helps the master?" The house elf was small and young, her voice was very squeaky.

"Yes. My wife has invited a young man over for the next four days. Can you can you and Jobby please get a room ready? I need to key him into the floo." The tall male walked into the parlor where the large fire pace resided in. Beside the red bricked hearth was a red leather-bound book and a hawk feather sitting in ink. Aidan opened the book and pulled out the feather and wrote down Tom's name, the booked glowed a bright red before closing in its own.

"Brilant! Now Zodky," A old male house elf wearing the Le Fay's house crest upon the suit he was wearing. "Could you please go to see the goblin's to see how long it is going to take Morgana to get home, and please inform them that we will be having a guest. I do not want her to be surprised." With a pop the elf was gone, Aidan then seated himself down on the black leather sofa, and waited for his beautiful wife and his daughters intest.

Morgana could not believe that she willing went through this damn ritual, she felt as if her very blood was boiling and knowing the ritual it probably was at that stage now. By the gods what she would for the magical world, her eyes sight slowly darkened before she lost consciousness.

Tom walked once again to the pub, he walked up to the bar to talk with Tom, god how he hated his name. He could not wait until he changed it. He told Tom that he would not be staying the next few nights, and got some of his money back.

"Now lead me to your room, we will pack your stuff up, and then go to our wonderful home." Caitlyn said as she pulled the young man up he stares, she hated this plane.

"Ma'am you do not have to do this." Tom hated charity.

"Tom, after my daughter I was told that I could no longer have any children, and by the gods I want children. So that being said, if even one person is willing to let me dote on them I shall do so, let me have this please. Now show me to your room." Tom could not help the warm feeling that rose-up in his chest.

Morgana looked around, a forest laid around her, she also could not hear a single thing. Leisurely she began walking with set path in front of her, slowly the forest around her darken. Then she heard it, like a whisper through the trees, she turned to her left.

"Here my child, come to me." The closer she walked the clearer it became. Morgana walked into a large clearing, in that clear on who calling her. A woman stood in the middle of the circle of trees, while there was nothing really look worthy of her yet there was something about her that just pulled you in.

"May I ask who you are my My Lady?" Morgana made sure to keep a distance from the woman, she could not see her face, only that she was wearing a very fine white robe.

"There you are young one, I have been meaning to talk with you." It was her voice that let the Morgana know exactly whom she talking to, and with that thought she fell into a bow. Her voice seemed everywhere at once and ranged from low, high, male, female it was beautiful and scary at the same time.

"Ah you remember me, wonderful."

"May I ask why you are speaking to me, Lady Magik?" Morgana had yet to look up from the ground.

"You are not in trouble my little one, I merely have a favor to ask of you. What Silverclaw has told you is true, I am dieing. People are forgetting that the reason for the old ways was to show appreciation for the gift I have given to them but, with everyone trying to make, I believe they are called muggleborns, feel at home they are taking in their traditions." The woman began circling the bowing Morgana.

"With those rituals, human gave me a bit of magic. With that magic I am able to give others the same life. A life filled with wonder..."

"And without those rituals then we will never get any new blood...But what are the muggleborns then?" The redhead asked, without looking up.

"Muggleborns are nothing more than old lines finally coming back. You see every few muggleborns are new bloodlines, they are finally clean enough that the magic I gave came through." Lady Magik explained still mad over the fact she was loosing power. "I gave humans a chance at a life with magic and what do they do! THROW IT BACK AT MY FACE!" With the last word she unleashed her power destroying everything around them, passing over Morgana not hurting her. She also kept up her yelling about how rude humans were.

"My Lady what is the favor you need." Once Morgana spoke the forest returned as if nothing had happen.

"I have bestowed the last of the power I can to a young man, I believe you know him."

"Riddle."

"Yes, but because of a meddling old wizard he has grown up...well not the way I have hoped. I chose him because of his line. He is the last descendent of a very ancient line..."

"I am going to say Slytherin."

"You would be right, you see I have had a glimpse of what is to come and I do not like the outcome... I have done so much already trying to do what is right by you all but I have no more to give. I am so very tired my little one." The woman collapsed in front of Morgana, whom quickly reached out to keep her from hitting the ground.

"What is you ask of me my Lady, I would do anything you ask. I would level cities, destroy nations, kill millions, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. You merel need to say the words." Morgana could now see the woman's face, her face kept morphing from young to old, blonde to black hair, wide blue to faded grey and yet she still held a certain beauty to her face.

"All I ask is that you lead him on the right path, the one you yourself walked all those years ago." Lady Magik felt the young woman's hands tighten on her body she knew she would do what she has asked. "Thank you my little one, you were always my favorite." With her last words the woman turned to silver sand that floated up toward the moon.

"Do not fear, I shall always be with you." A voice whispered in her ear as the forest began to flicker, before once again everything became dark.

Tom was surprised by the home he was currently in, and the people whom resided in it's walls. The home was nothing short of a castle, it was made of dark stone but decorated with a crest he had never seen before. a large yellow shield lined in reds and silvers with two flying black birds. All the furniture he has seen was nothing short of beauty and comfort and all leather. The couple that owned the home, Aidan and Caitlyn, were nothing but wonderful host, yet they did not allow him to walk the grounds outside nor did any of the elves allow him to go out. He was a little curious but, many old families held dangerous plants and animals, that must have been it, it was also dark.

"Tom did you enjoy dinner?" Caitlyn Blackthorn, she was in her mid thirties with long blonde hair that was pulled into a beautiful braid. Her skin was pale with no marks upon her skin, dark-green eyes lined in coal that brought them out. Neatly chocen black robes that held a different crest than the ones along the halls and elves. It was a dark red shield with a black tree in the middle.

"Wonderful, ."

"Please call us Aidan and Caitlyn in our home please." Aidan Blackthorn, tall tanned male. His black hair was carefully brushed out of his face and tied at the nap of his neck, there was a slight scar that went through the left side of his lip. Again nice black robes and crest.

"As you wish." He did not miss the home part. They were sitting in the room that he first entered, before he could ask a question the woman that had been on his mind entered with a flash of green fire.

"Stupid sons of-"

"Don't you dare finish that in front of our guest." The blonde hair mother spoke before she could finish her curse.

"Sorry Mother, but I will never understand British wizards and their need to talk." Tom looked at the young redhead, her hair was long and also pulled up into a braid like her mothers'. She was short again like her mother, but her skin held a tone of color much like her father's. And on her robes held the same crest as the house did, fascinating.

"What is it this time?" Her father asked as she brushed of the soot.

"Nothing that bar man would not let me use the blasted floo. He wanted me to have a parent with me, old fool." Tom could hear the underlying anger. "I told him where he could shove his concern and while he was trying to figure out what I said I made a break for it."

"Really dear?" Her mother did not know what do with her, but she also like her husband saw the change of her crest.

"Do you need anything to eat?"

"No the goblins allowed me to eat while we worked out the paperwork, by gods the paperwork..." Morgana hurt everywhere, all she wanted to do was sleep for the next year.

"Tom I know my parents have been keeping you busy. I hope Mother has not been to forward." Tom smiled his most charming smile and shook his head. "Wonderful, not to seem rude but I am very tired, by your leave I shall retire for the night." Tom watched as the witch bowed to everyone in the room and left out the large oak doors.

"With that I believe that we should retire for the night." Aidan stood. "Tom Tisky here will show you to your room and will be your personal elf while you are here." Once he spoke the name a small elf popped up next to him.

"Thank you once again. Shall I see you in the morning?"

"Only my daughter and I. Aidan here has to go to work in the morning." With that he bowed out of the room, more than happy to go lay in a bed that she could only image was as soft as the chair he was seated in.