Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or Heroes of Olympus. As far as reviewers of the original version of mine have told me, though, I apparently do own the idea of Harry being transformed into a girl for such a reason, which is nice.

Hayden walked into the renowned bank with Poppy by her side the next morning. She was a bit nervous about this trip, considering she had robbed Gringotts a few months prior, but she had later been assured that due to her 'service' getting rid of the Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault she was excused.

"Are you sure about this, Hayden?" Poppy asked, using her chosen name. It wasn't official yet, but the sooner she got used to it the better.

"Not really." Hayden admitted, before entering the bank. "Let's go." Poppy sighed, shaking her head before following her young friend.

Ten minutes later, after a whispered conversation with one of the bank tellers, Hayden and Poppy were led to an ornate office.

"Madam. Potter." A goblin greeted as he looked up at them. He narrowed his eyes at Hayden's new appearance, but couldn't detect any glamour spells or smell any hint of Polyjuice potion. "How may I help you today?"

"As you can tell, I am now in a new situation." Hayden started. "There is nothing I can do about it, so I decided to take advantage. As such, my first order of business is to change my name. Would I still hold my position as the head of my family?"

"Yes, I don't see why not." The goblin answered. "Your family has never cared about gender. Were you planning to keep your surname?"

"No, Potter is too well-known in our world, and considering I'm the last of my family, that wouldn't work." Hayden explained.

"You plan to disappear." The goblin stated, looking at her in contemplation.

"Yes." Hayden stated confidently. "As long as I'm known as…whatever the wizarding world is calling me these days, there's no way that I'll be left alone to live my life as I see fit. I've already had requests to join the Ministry, as the head of the DMLE no less, considering Madame Bones was killed. They don't seem to care that I am neither qualified nor interested, and aren't taking no for an answer."

"We fear that they will try and find a way to enslave her to do their bidding." Poppy spoke up. "The Ministry has already demonstrated their willingness to stomp all over his-now her, rights. What other minor has ever been tried as an adult for something as simple as under-aged magic?"

"I wouldn't put it past them." The goblin (whose nameplate said Ragnarok) agreed, before pulling out a few files from his desk. "I assume you wish to have a blood test done?"

"Yes, thank you." Hayden agreed with a gentle smile.

"Of course." Ragnarok took a moment to gather the supplies, and Hayden followed through the process that Poppy had explained to her.

With that done, she glanced at the enchanted parchment, where the words appeared to be written in her blood.

Birth Name: Harry James Potter

(Note: name change eminent)

Biological Parents:

James C. Potter, previous Lord of House Potter, deceased

Lily Potter nee Evans, previous Heiress to House Venturi (unclaimed), deceased

"My mother wasn't a muggleborn?" Hayden asked in surprise.

"It would seem that she wasn't." Poppy agreed, glancing at the sheet herself. "My guess is that there was a squib born into the Venturi family, and your mother was one of his or her descendants."

"That is indeed the case; unfortunately, Lady Potter never got the chance to claim her birthright." Ragnarok said. Hayden nodded before continuing to read.

Godparent(s):

Sirius O. Black, previous Heir to House Black (unclaimed), deceased

'Strange, Sirius was disowned, so how could he have been the heir?' Hayden wondered, trying her best to ignore the pang in her heart at the thought of her godfather.

Inherited Vault(s):

Potter Trust Vault-80,000 Galleons, 25,000 Sickles, and 5,000 Knuts (refills annually)

Potter Family Vault-359,000 Galleons, 256,810 Sickles, and 2,396 Knuts

*Also includes Potter family deeds, contracts, jewelry, unpublished manuscripts, and journals.

Venturi Family Vault-349,259,826 Galleons, 29,632 Sickles, 41,063 Knuts; 916 drachmas, 207 denarii

'Drachmas and denarii?' Hayden wondered, before deciding that she could find out what those were when she visited the Venturi vault.

*Also includes Venturi family deeds, contracts, journals, books, special weapons, and armor.

Black Family Vault-32,593 Galleons, 927 Sickles

*Also includes Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Kreacher the House Elf, and Witherwings the Hippogriff

"I would have thought that an Ancient and Noble House like the Blacks would be…well…" Poppy said in surprise, having expected more from the supposedly wealthy family.

"Many dark families had their fortunes 'lessened' during the wars." Ragnarok offered in explanation. In other words, Voldemort used up most of their finances. "Many assets were also sold. Regardless, Miss, you are quite well-off."

"It would seem so." Hayden agreed, surprised. "What does it mean by 'contracts'?"

Poppy's eyes widened and she spoke up in alarm. "Those aren't…marriage contracts, are they?"

"No, Madame, they are not." Ragnarok assured the old healer. "They are normal business contracts. The Potters haven't signed marriage contracts in centuries, and though the Blacks would have, they never had the opportunity and Sirius would never have done that. " Poppy nearly slumped in her seat in relief.

"What kind of contracts?" Hayden asked, hoping that they weren't like the one for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. That was one contract that she hadn't wanted to be a part of.

"Well, let's see…" Ragnarok pulled out yet another file, this one titled 'Potter-Venturi-Black holdings', since the files automatically updated. He handed the documents to Hayden, who glanced through them curiously.

Flourish and Blott's bookstore: share-holder, 3%, profits directed to the Potter Family Vault

Hershey's Chocolate Company: share-holder, 11%, profits directed to the Potter Family Vault

Grunning's Drill Manufacturing Company: share-holder, 42%, profits directed to Potter Trust Vault

Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes: Co-Founder, owns 33% of everything due to initial start-up loan

W.W.W. Vault #3: 952,063 Galleons, 259,628 Sickles, 206,828 Knuts

*Includes journals and notes about their products and ideas, and samples of every finished product

"Well, that's a good indication that Fred and George weren't in on the scam." Hayden said, pleased. She had always liked the twins, they never treated her/him differently, even when it seemed like everybody else was against her.

Though she was a bit irritated that the twins hadn't thought to tell her that they'd been transferring 'her share' of their profits to a vault they set up for her. She would have to find a way to get revenge.

"Merlin!" Poppy shouted as she saw the numbers. "Their shop hasn't even been open for two years!"

"Yes, they've turned an astounding profit in a very short time." Ragnarok agreed, looking almost proud. Most humans didn't know business, but the two devious redheads excelled at it. "It generally takes much longer for a business to make a substantial profit at all, but their sales quickly exceeded the cost of opening their store, and their business only grew from there."

"Maybe I should try my hand at business myself." Hayden joked with a smile. Ragnarok tried to hide his sudden grin. Potters tended to come up with interesting and profitable ideas…

"Now what name do you wish to be known by?" Ragnarok asked.

"I'll use the Venturi name." Hayden decided.

"As you wish." Ragnarok said with a nod, pulling out another file. "Merely sign this with your current name, and then your chosen name, injecting a bit of magic into the quill."

Hayden did so, before they continued to put together what she needed to live. Documents updated with her new name, doctored school and medical records, a credit card, identification card, passport, permit allowing her to apparate until she could take the actual exam (which she had never had the opportunity to do during the war), and whatever else they could think of.

She also signed up for the Gringotts banking card, which acted as a debit card in the muggle world. There was also an option for a credit card, but Hayden didn't really see the need. She also received a special wallet that would automatically bring her the amount of money that she needed when she was making a purchase.

"And what should I put for family history?" Ragnarok asked, finally. Poppy looked at Hayden for her answer, considering they hadn't thought about that.

"I've decided to masquerade as my own 'daughter'." Hayden said with a smirk. Ragnarok and Poppy looked at her like she was insane.

"Excuse me?" Ragnarok ventured.

"I intend to take a de-aging potion soon, making me about thirteen years old. Once that's done, I'm going to apply to Hecate Academy. By the time I'm eventually 'discovered' by the wizarding world, I'll claim that I'm the daughter of my aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley, and that they hid me from the public because I showed signs of being 'freakish' like my older cousin, Harry. I'll spin a story about Harry more or less raising me by himself after the Dursleys started abusing me along with him, keeping me a secret from even his best friends because he trusted no one with my safety. Then I'll say that my cousin Harry, who I saw as my own Papa, died soon after the war in a car crash, leaving me as the heir to the Venturi house as an Evans, and the Potter house as Harry's closest magic-using blood relative."

Poppy raised her eyebrows at the intricate plan, with Ragnarok smirked, appreciating the girl's cunning.

"It's poetic, really." Hayden mused. "When I lived with my guardians, before I got my Hogwarts letter they had told me that my parents had died in a car crash."

The other two had nothing to say to that, and so Ragnarok merely wrote down her 'history' to her specifications.

An hour later, the two of them left the bank, wincing at the bright sunlight. Poppy turned to Hayden with a smile, before gesturing towards the alley.

"After you, Miss Hayden Venturi." Hayden rolled her eyes, but complied.

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