I woke up to a tickling sensation in my ear. I groggily swatted at the air next to my ear and closed my eyes, intent on falling back asleep, when the sensation came again. When I went to bat at the air again this time I actually hit something. I opened my eyes to see Basil looking back at me. Leisurely flicking her tongue.

"Sorry Basil." I yawned widely before looking back at her. "I kinda forgot about you yesterday." I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Weren't you with me yesterday?" She flicked out her tongue once. I had always figured that meant yes. "Why didn't they notice you? Were you hiding under my shirt or something?" another flick.

I nodded my head, "Probably for the best. I don't know what they would have done of they knew about you." Standing from the bed I stretched. Once I heard a satisfying crack from my spine I relaxed and looked to find a pair of clothes folded at the end of the bed.

I picked them up and found them to be some kind of robes. These must be those wizarding robes they're always wearing. I looked at the pants to find they weren't pants at all, but a skirt. Yea, that's not gonna happen.

I looked around the room, hoping to find at least my pants from yesterday, but they were nowhere to be found. I swear I put them right there when I changed last night where…? My thought trailed off as an idea to where my clothes might be came to mind. "Elf?"

After a few moments nothing happened, but a sudden pop to my left had me jumping and spinning to see one of the strangest creatures I have ever seen. It was short, with large bat like ears, and bulbous green eyes staring right at me. "What can Hatty bes doing for Hogwarts guest?"

Snapping my gaping mouth shut I cleared my throat, "Hello, Hatty. Um, do you know where the clothes I was wearing yesterday have gone off to?"

"Oh! Yes guest mistress, they be taken for cleaning." Hatty responded eagerly.

"I see. Then do you think," I held up the skirt, "you could bring me a pair of pants?"

Hatty seemed shocked that I wouldn't want to wear the skirt. "Does guest mistress not like the skirt?"

I shook my head, "It's not the skirt itself. I just don't like to wear skirts at all."

"Then Hatty shall get some pants! Yes she will!" And with that she popped out. Only to pop right back with a pair of black pants.

I took them from her with a smile, "Thank you Hatty." I soon felt guilt when I saw her eyes start welling up with tears. I dropped the pants and kneeled down in front of her. I took her hands in mine and looked at her, "Hatty what's wrong?! Is it something I said?"

The fact that I was on the floor and holding her hands seemed to horrify her into bursting into loud wails. I dropped her hands in shock and started to shake my hands out in front of me. "No, no Hatty, stop crying!"

Thankfully she stopped wailing but her eyes were still glassy, "Nobody has ever thanked Hatty before!" When I saw her about to start crying again I quickly stopped her. "None of that crying now Hatty." My voice was stern and it made her look up at me. "You mustn't cry. Don't ever cry for something as small as that. It will make you look weak. You have to be the strong house-elf I know you are!"

My words registered with Hatty because she stood straighter and her tears disappeared. "Thank yous guest mistress! If you be needing anything, I be willing to help!" And with that she popped away, this time she didn't come back.

I stood up from the ground and happily changed out of the pj's and into the robes. I allowed Basil to hide up my sleeve and wrap around my arm, hidden and out of sight. I left the dormitories and left the common room to find Dumbledore waiting behind the portrait.

I stumbled up to Dumbledore. "Sorry Mr. Dumbledore. I hope you weren't waiting too long."

Dumbledore just smiled jovially, "Not at all! I just came up here to come and bring you up to the headmasters office. We have much more to discuss."

I followed him back up to the office. Dippet was sitting behind the desk, just like yesterday. I sat in the chair across from him and Dumbledore stood next to the desk. Once we were situated in the office Dippet clapped his hands together. "As we found out yesterday, you are a witch. But it seems that because you never knew you never went to school so you don't know how to control, or use it." I nodded my head. I still couldn't believe they thought I was a witch. I wasn't a witch before so why would I be one now?

Dippet continued speaking, "If you would like, you could go to school here at Hogwarts." A large, excited smile broke out on my face, "Really? You mean it?!"

Dippet nodded and returned the smile, "I meant every word miss Abby!" Dumbledore took over from here, "What you should know, my dear, is that here at Hogwarts the students are put into four houses. The Hufflepuff house is the house of the hard-working, loyal, and friendly. The Gryffindor house is the house of the courageous and chivalrous. The Ravenclaw house is the house known for its wisdom, wit, and their creativity. The Slytherin house is known for its cunning and ambition."

I nodded as though the information was new to me. "So how are the students put into the houses?"

"I'm glad you asked my dear." Walking up to the shelves on the other side of the desk, Dumbledore reached up and took down a dusty looking hat. He stood in front of me and held up the hat. "This is the Sorting Hat. He will be put onto your head and…well, you'll see." and with that he dropped the hat onto my head. The hat sunk over my eyes, blocking out the rest of the office.

Well, well what have we here? I jumped at the sudden voice echoing throughout my head.

I'm exactly who I said I was, Danielle Abby. My voice was calm as I spoke with the hat.

The hat chuckled That was not quite what I meant, traveler. You lied to both the headmaster and Dumbledore. Very cunning of you, very Slytherin.

No! Not Slytherin!

And why not? You would do pretty well in Slytherin.

I can't be in Slytherin! If I am Dumbledore would watch me like a hawk and I don't want that! Can't you put me in, like, Hufflepuff?

Hufflepuff? Nonsense, you would stick out like a sore thumb in Hufflepuff. Mmm… Hufflepuff is out…Ravenclaw would fit you perfectly, but you don't seem to have the same drive for wisdom and school-work. You have the cunning and ambition of a Slytherin. But your courage and bravery outweigh the ambition… the hat then made a thoughtful noise.

Please choose Hufflepuff…Please choose Hufflepuff. I mumbled in my head. I wondered if this was what Harry felt like when he was sorted.

Ah yes, Harry Potter. It would seem you know a lot about future events, hmm?

You mustn't tell anyone! I was worried he might tell someone what he had seen in mind.

Everything will be strictly between me and you. Now! I know exactly where to put you. I heard an audible tearing noise and the voice from inside of my head shout aloud to the room, "GRYFFINDOR!"

That's not Hufflepuff! I heard him chuckle as he was taken off of my head. The office came into view once again and I saw Dumbledore smiling down at me. "Wonderful! A good house, Gryffindor. I'm the Gryffindor head of house, if you need anything just come to me."

I nodded at him and smiled, making sure I looked to the left of his head instead of directly into his eyes.

I turned to look at Dippet, "So what will I do now?"

"Well we should probably see what year you will be in. How old are you?"

"I'm fifteen." I nodded with finality.

"I see." Dippet rubbed his chin. "You cannot be put with the fifth years until you know the first through fourth year material."

I raised my hand, "I could study the material? I could go to the library or something and look through the course books. I wouldn't be able to actually practice the spells without a wand though." At the last sentence I sheepishly scratched the back of my head.

Dippets expression lit up, "Indeed you could! For this summer, and this summer only," he looked at me sternly, "You can study here at Hogwarts, and when the students come back you can join them." He became thoughtful, "About the wand however…it would seem a trip to Diagon Alley is in order."

I adopted a confused expression. I technically wasn't supposed to know what Diagon Alley was anyway. "Where?"

Dippet looked at me strangely until he realized that I wouldn't know what Diagon Alley was. "Ah! Well, Dumbledore here can show you around." He then changed the subject, "As for your studies here, you can study with the teachers that are here during the week, and the class electives you can be helped with on weekends, maybe some evenings as well."

I couldn't contain my excitement that I was actually going to be learning magic, "Thank you so much! I'm grateful, really! But if the teachers don't want to teach me then they don't have to."

Dippet waved my last sentence off, "Nonsense, they will teach you what you need to know. And it will help you get to know them." He clapped and gestured to Dumbledore. "Albus, if you would do the honors of bringing miss Abby to Diagon I will be grateful."

"It would be a pleasure." Dumbledores eyes continued their merry twinkling. "And I shall bring her once she gets properly dressed."

I blinked and looked down at my pants before looking back up at Dumbledore, "But sir! Even when I was little I never really wore skirts. Back in America it was acceptable." I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, "Can I not wear them, please?"

I'm pretty sure I saw Dumbledore caving from the look. It always worked, it was how I got money and other necessities after all. "I don't see why not. It is the umber after all."

I stood from my chair with a thank you and followed him from the office. Winding through the corridors I paid as much attention as possible to where we were walking. It wasn't hard because everything absolutely fascinated me. And I knew that because of that I would remember it much easier. I have something similar to an eidetic memory, but I will only remember the information if I find it interesting or fascinating. Tell me to memorize every corner of Hogwarts and I can do it, no problem. Tell me to remember Pythagorean theorem? Pfft, unlikely. (AN: for all I know that really is an eidetic memory, but idk.)

We made it to Hogwarts gates and Dumbledore produced a bright yellow sock with blue stars from inside of his robes. He held it out to and I looked at it with trepidation before looking up at Dumbledore. He noticed my reaction and wiggled the sock, "Nothing to worry about my dear! Just grab on tight and don't let go."

I pinched the sock between my fingers. As soon as I did I felt a hook like sensation tugging at my nasal. The world around me became a blur of colors until it all suddenly stopped and I landed on the ground in a heap. I stood up from the ground, rolling my shoulders to rid the pain. When I was fully up I forgot all of my pain in an instant once I took in my surroundings.

It was magical, for lack of a better word. The cobblestone streets were lined with colorful shops of various names. Various objects were flying about. Children were running about as their parent tried to keep up. My mouth had dropped open as I tried to take everything in all at once.

One particular building caught my eye however. It was very large and white. The only building I knew with that description was Gringotts. I was proved right when Dumbledore started leading me over towards it. "Our first stop is Gringotts bank." We walked up the steps and two goblins, one stationed on either side of the doors, bowed to us. I gave a small bow back. The action seemed to surprise them, along with Dumbledore.

I looked up at the doors and saw words engraved there:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

I smiled at their witty threat, but I couldn't appreciate it for much longer as Dumbledore led me further into the bank. We were walking passed the long line of goblins when Dumbledore leaned further towards me, "The creatures your seeing are called goblins. They can be very nasty creatures, and it would be wise not to anger them." He murmured to me. I nodded back.

We made it to the banks goblin teller. He seemed pretty old with long, spindly fingers and pointy teeth. He was writing something on the paper in front of him, paying no attention to either of them. Dumbledore politely cleared his throat but the goblin either didn't hear him or ignored him. Most likely the latter.

I rolled my eyes at Dumbledores politeness and stepped forward, "Excuse me, sir. But I would really appreciate it if you could pause with what you were doing and help us." my voice was sickly sweet, and full of fake politeness. Dumbledore grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back to his side.

I didn't care because the goblin did look up from his desk and started staring me down. Unfazed I returned the stare. As time went on the noises around me seemed to stop and it was just me and the goblin. My eyes were starting to feel dry and irritated but I wouldn't give up. The goblins stare seemed to suddenly lessen and he looked at me appraisingly, before looking at Dumbledore with an irritated expression.

The noise of the bank returned to me and I tuned out Dumbledores conversation with the goblin. I saw some of the other goblins looking at me but they looked away when I saw the stares.

I heard Dumbledore say my name and I turned back to look at him. There was a goblin standing in front of us, a key in hand. "Miss Abby if you would please follow."

"Oh! Oh no thank you Mr. Dumbledore. I would much rather stay out here. You won't be long right?" I gave him an expression to express how much I wanted to stay. It's not like I'll need to come back anytime soon.

Dumbledore once again relented under my stare. "Alright, my dear. I'll be back in a moment." He left with the goblin. He only trusts me because I'm a Gryffindor.

I went up to the teller. "Excuse me again sir." This time I was actually polite, "but is there a way to check bloodlines?" I've always wanted to see my ancestry. The teller didn't answer but he called over another goblin and started whispering into his ear. The goblin ran off and I stood there patiently waiting.

Another goblin soon came up and bowed to me, concealing his surprise when I bowed back. "Hookfang will see you." The goblin started walking off and I followed him until we reached a door with a plaque clearly labelled Hookfang. And underneath that plaque was another that read Blood lines & heritage.

The goblin knocked on the door before leaving. I shrugged and opened the door. "Hello?" I called.

"Enter Miss…?"

"Abby. Danielle Abby." Bond. James Bond.

"And you have come because you wish to learn your lineage? Does your family not have the information you wanted?" The goblin sneered at me.

Unfazed I sat in the chair across Hookfang's desk. "Actually my family is dead." I wanted to say something about me being from another universe, but I wasn't sure if he would believe me. "I would like this to be quick please, because I don't know how long Dumbledore will be."

Hookfang nodded and pulled out a sheet of parchment and what looked like a letter opener. He laid the letter opener on the parchment and pushed the objects towards me. I stood up in front of his desk and took the letter opener. I looked at him for instruction. "Three drops of your blood will suffice."

I pressed the letter opener to my finger and cut it. Used to pain worse than that I didn't even flinch and I allowed three drops to fall onto the paper. Right after the cut healed itself and looked as though it was never there. The blood soaked into the paper. It was blank at first until words slowly started webbing over the page. My eyebrows rose higher as I read further.

Danielle Rose Abby-Morrickson:

Parents: Unknown

Heiress to the Ancient and noble house of Morrickson

Magical heiress to the ancient and noble house of Slytherin.

Magical heiress to the ancient and noble house of Ravenclaw.

Vaults:

Morrickson:

315: trust vault

3,492,109 galleons; 4,627 knuts; 687 sickles

482: family vault

8,213,056 galleons; 8,263 knuts; 444 sickles

611: heirloom vault.

Slytherin:

Vault 108:

15,863,193 galleons; 9,163 knuts; 930 sickles

Vault 109: heirloom vault (inaccessible)

Ravenclaw:

Vault 110:

13,618,495 galleons; 1973 knuts; 5,381 sickles

Vault 111: heirloom vault (inaccessible)

Abilities:

Animagus

Eidetic memory

Natural Occlumens

Parseltongue

I was looking at the paper as if everything on there was a lie. I looked up from the paper to the goblin. Then to the paper. Then back to the goblin and shook my head. I started jabbing my finger at the paper. "What is this? What is this?! Magical heir! Slytherin? Ravenclaw?! And who are the Morrickons?!" I started to slightly hyperventilate and collapsed into the chair behind me.

The goblin reached forward and drew the paper towards him. He read the paper silently and nodded. His calm demeanor relaxed me enough to make me stop hyperventilating.

"The Ancient and noble house of Morrickson was a pure-blooded house much like the Malfoys. The line disappeared some decades ago and nobody knows what happened to them."

"Being a magical heiress means you were chosen by magic to become the heir of the houses Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Because you are not the blood heir you are unable to enter the heirloom cults, but you can go into the main vaults."

I nodded my head and took a deep breath. I couldn't believe that I was an heiress. Not just to an old pure-blood line, but to Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Magical or not it doesn't matter. I cleared my throat, "Will I need to know anything else about being the heiress to these lines?"

"The Slytherin and Ravenclaw lines information will be kept for their heirs. But for the Morrickson line you will need to know about the properties, and your investments. You will get the lordship ring when you come of age, but for now you can have the heir ring. It will allow you to enter the trust vault."

I nodded again, "So how can I get the ring?"

Opening a drawer in his desk, Hookfang took out a long black box and set it at the edge of the desk. He took out a dagger this time and handed it to me. "Make a slash across your palm and lay it onto the box."

Accepting the dagger I cut my palm and set it on the box as Hookfang instructed. I felt a sting on my cut, but when I tried to pull away my hand was stuck to the box. I waited for the stinging to go away before I was able to take away my hand. I saw my cut had been healed, and when I looked up Hookfang had opened the box to reveal three different rings.

The ring on the left was a bronze ring with an eagle in mid flight, with the background of a blue shield. That must be Ravenclaws. On the right was a ring with a silver band and a snake wrapped around a green shield. Slytherins. The ring in the middle was a white band engraved with a snarling black wolf. Morrickson.

Hookfang pointed to Ravenclaws ring. "that shall go onto your pointer finger on your right hand." I picked up the ring and placed it on my finger. The ring shrunk until it fit snugly around my finger. "The Slytherin ring shall go on the middle finger of your left hand." Slytherins ring adjusted to my fingers size, the same as Ravenclaws. "The Morrickson ring shall go on your ring finger of your right hand." I picked up the ring and carefully slid it onto the designated finger. It fit like a glove.

"Now that you have accepted the rings your abilities should start to show themselves. When or how quickly I'm not sure." Hookfang said.

Hookfang put the box away and then took out a small stack of papers. "These are the papers that list everything you will need to know when dealing with the Morrickson vaults. Anything else you will need to know will be found in either the family vault or the trust vault."

I accepted the paper and shoved it into a convenient pocket in my robe. "Is there any way for me to take money out of the trust fund without actually going down there? Like maybe a bag, or a card that can draw the money directly from the vault?"

Hookfang nodded, "There are bags designed for that purpose. But it will cost about fifty galleons. Should you want to put protections on it it will cost an extra one hundred galleons." I looked at the sheet of paper that listed the amount of galleons I had access to and nodded firmly. "I'll take one of the bags, along with the protections."

Hookfang took note of my urgency, and and five minutes later a bag connected to the Morrickson trust vault was in my hands. It was protected from theft, and anyone not of Morrickson blood would be unable to take anything from the bag.

When I left the room I made sure the rings were concealed exactly as Hookfang instructed. My bag was hidden up my sleeve along with Basil and I quickly walked back to the main room of tellers. I saw Dumbledore looking around and cursed before shouting out his name.

He turned around and finally spotted me. A look of relief seemed to come over his features, but it was replaced with a stern one. "Miss Abby I have been looking for you for a good ten minutes. Where have you been?"

I was running up to Dumbledore and started to explain, "Sorry Mr. Dumbledore, but I saw something and–" I was cut off by another body slamming into mine. The collision caused us both to fall to the ground exclamations of surprise.

We were on the ground in a tangle of limbs before I finally unhooked myself from them and scrambled to my feet. The person who I ran into got up as well. He–for it was a he–had long white blonde hair that reached his shoulders, and when he finished brushing off his fancy robes he looked up at me with his bluish-grey eyes and went to sneer, but once he made eye contact all traces of the sneer faded.

I started apologizing at first, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been running like that. But in all fairness you should have noticed me." My words snapped him out of his daze and he sneered at me; although it lacked any bite. "Watch where you're going, mudblood." and with that he turned on his heel and continued what he was doing.

I shook my head If only he knew who he just called a mudblood.

I made it to Dumbledore and I saw him looking after the boy I ran into. He looked down at me and smiled, "That was one of the Slytherin students from Hogwarts. His name is Abraxas Malfoy."

He started walking out of the bank and I trailed behind him. "Sir, what's a mudblood?"

Dumbledore looked at me, the twinkle was missing from his eyes, "That is a derogatory statement used towards muggle-borns."

I nodded and made an noise of understanding before asking another question one would have to if they were clueless. I really hated acting this way. "What's a muggle-born?" The twinkle seemed to return to Dumbledores eyes as he explained to me what a muggle was. And the difference between a muggle-born, a half-blood, and a pure-blood.

When he finally stopped talking we were standing in front of an old shop. Looking up at the sign I saw the word "Ollivanders". It didn't take a genius to realize I was about to get my wand, and I couldn't wait.

Opening the door we were greeted by the many thin, dusty boxes crammed onto shelves. The air I the room however seemed very warm and inviting. I was looking around when a voice, seemingly from nowhere, spoke, "Good afternoon."

I jumped and spun to see an old man looking at me with foggy eyes. He inspected me for awhile until his brows furrowed ever so slightly. At that moment he turned to Dumbledore. "Albus Dumbledore," his voice was airy as he spoke, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Albus smiled back at the man, "Well Ollivander. I have come here with miss Danielle Abby so she might find her first wand."

Ollivander looked back to me. "First wand?"

I smiled back, "My reasons are my own. If you don't mind."

Ollivander nodded his head slowly and seemed to be looking through me. He asked me, "Which is your wand arm?"

"Er, I'm right handed?"

"Yes good, good. Now hold out your arm."

I stuck my right arm out and a tape measure suddenly started measuring every inch of my body. Literally every inch. Even my nose! "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, miss Abby. We use unicorn hairs, Phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, or dragons, or phoenixs are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizards wand." (AN: Taken from Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone.)

As he was saying this he was flitting through the shelves until he seemed to come to a decision. "Ah, holly wood and unicorn hair, good with charms." I took the wand and gave it a casual flick. One of the chairs in the shop suddenly burst into flame. Fortunately Dumbledore was quick to put it out.

Next I tried a birch wood wand with a dragon heartstrings core, but that too was quickly replaced. Followed by another wand after that, and another after that. After about ten minutes of this Dumbledore had finally sat down and Ollivander came back with another wand.

He opened the box and handed the beautifully designed wand towards me. "Ash wood, 14 inches. The core is most unusual however. It's the feather of a shadow Phoenix that was gifted to my many-greats-grandfather." I took the wand by the handle and it seemed as though I found something I never knew I was missing. I flicked the wand and flames burst from the wand. It took the form of a Phoenix and flew around the room once before exploding out, much like a firework.

I looked at Ollivander, "This one."

Dumbledore paid Ollivander nine galleons before we left the store. I would have to come back another time to get one of those wand holsters.

I looked up from my examination of the wand and thanked Dumbledore. "Thank you for buying this for me sir."

"Oh don't mention it my dear. Besides the money is part of the school funds." Dumbledore produced a pouch from the folds of his robes. "This will be the money you use for when you go to school. Now," Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "we should probably get you a new outfit. You only game with the one and I think it would be best to at least get you another." I relented, as long as I chose the outfit.

When we left the clothing store I had gained another set of casual dark blue robes and a silk red nightgown. Dumbledore said we could worry about getting more clothes as the school year got closer.

When I saw the yellow sock I bit back a groan. The sensation of traveling was just as horrible, but this I at least landed on my feet before toppling over onto the ground again.

I lost Dumbledore halfway up to the Gryffindor rooms, but I didn't mind. I entered the portrait hole and went up to the dormitories. I sat at the same bed as the other night and set my money pouch onto the bed, along with the papers from Gringotts, and Basil slithered out and curled up onto one of the pillows.

I changed into the nightgown and sat cross-legged on the bed. I began sifting through the papers. I had finished reading about the four different properties I now own, and I was about to move on to my investment when Hatty popped into the room.

Her sudden appearance made me jump. I quickly put a hand to my chest to try and slow my rapidly beating heart. "Oh Hatty, it's just you. You startled me." I shook my head, "What was it you needed?" I saw her holding a plate of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and carrots. The food smelled absolutely heavenly, and when I told her that she looked about ready to cry again, but she seemed to remember my words from earlier and all she did was sniff as she quickly bowed before popping back out.

Once I finished the food the plate it had been on disappeared. I set the papers on the desk. Deciding they can wait for tomorrow. I called Hatty back in and told her, "Hatty these papers," I pointed to the papers from the bank, "are very important. I'm trusting you to make sure nobody takes them alright?"

Hatty happily nodded her head, "Of course guest mistress! Hatty be watching the important papers for you, she will!"

I smiled, "Thanks Hatty." I closed the bed curtains and laid my head on the pillow next to Basil's. The tell tail pop signaling Hattys exit. "~Goodnight Basil~" I drifted off to sleep. Unknown to me that I had just spoken parseltongue.