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Before the Madness

It'd been ten years since the war with Voldemort, and though there were many losses, they had won. The Golden Trio had become very successful since then, Ron becoming a professional Quidditch player, a Keeper for the Chudley Cannons, and Hermione working the Ministry as the new representative of Magical Creatures. The argumentative couple had gotten married a year after the war and already had a child, a daughter with another on the way. They were both incredibly happy, their lives were perfect. The couple still went out with the last of their trio though, even though she'd become the very definition of a shut in.

Harry, also known as Hadria Maeve Potter-Black, was an official Duchess, though she still avoided going out since the media still wanted to sink its claws into her. Ever since she had done an inheritance test, they had found that she was actually the heir to many families, some of which because they died out in the war and left her as the heir to their families. Quite a few had left Hermione and Ron as their heirs as well, though most of them had left their worldly vaults to Harry. She had taken to moving around in her various properties all over Europe and studying all the various books from the various families that she had inherited.

She had become an official healer, studying all aspects, from flesh wounds, to missing limbs or organs and everywhere in between. She had also become a successful Potions Mistress and a Ward Breaker, though she had needed to get a tutor to learn everything she had missed due to many years of botched lessons (*cough cough* thanks a lot Snape *cough cough*). Currently she was studying Herbology and a bit of Arithmancy basically becoming a Jack of all trades with her talent in Charms, Transfiguration, and Defence Against the Dark Arts, getting the Masteries for all these subjects.

After the war, she had taken all of Moody's teachings to heart, keeping three thousand American dollars worth of every currency in the world, along with a few thousand Galleons in her trunk alone, all of her materials that she had ever seen anywhere, the Deathly Hallows, her clothes, armor, cloaks, everything, were all kept in her trunk. After the war, she had noticed that all of the Hallows would come back to her no matter what, even if she apparated and broke the wand and the stone, they would come back in pristine condition. She didn't want to do anything with her cloak though, it was a family heirloom, her only connection to her parents.

She had been drifting from the world recently, going into deep study of the Hallows and trying to find why she wasn't aging. She had told Hermione and Ron about her problem, explaining what she thought had happened. They looked at the story of the Three Brothers again, coming to the conclusion that they had failed to mention that there would only ever be one Master of Death. They had also come to the conclusion that Trelawney's prophecy had meant that there had only been two choices for the true Master of Death, Harry or Voldemort. In the end, they had agreed that it was best that it had been Harry who had ended up winning the title, even if she would never be able to see them after they passed. As they didn't know what would happen, they prepared for any circumstances, telling a few trusted others about what was happening.

Mrs. Weasley cried, understanding how much of a curse that would be, truly never being able to see Sirius, her parents, or even her boyfriend Fred again. Mr Weasley offered his condolences and promised that he would do his damn best to make sure that the Ministry never found out. The rest of the Weasleys all gave her heartfelt and tearful hugs, expressing their sorrow for her once they completely understood how much this would hurt her, how much pain she would have face because she would have to watch each and every one of them grow old and die while she would stay the same. Luna and Neville both hugged Harry when they found out, and Luna told her that the nargles would be trying to get to her soon, and that she should be careful. After that they said goodbye and Luna gave her a shiny silver choker and told her to never take it off. Of course, Harry agreed and soon saw that it had some small rings in the bottom to add charms or beads to it. She believed Luna really did see nargles, and that those creatures that she spoke of were real after all.

The night after she had finished speaking with everyone, she went to her bed. She was alone in her current home, number 12 Grimmauld Place. She drifted into the loving embrace of sleep, wearing a large t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, along with the silver choker with her trunk, an enchanted cage, and Sirius's motorcycle attached to it. She had prepared for every possibility she could think of, after all, it's not being paranoid if they are trying to get you. A voice in her head that sounded distinctly like Moody yelled, "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

She did a quick mental checklist of everything she had in her trunk, thinking of all the things she had in it. The trunk itself has seven compartments similar to Moody's, each having their own purpose. The first, the largest one held all of her clothes, shoes, cloaks and jewelry, of which she could probably make a small fortune of right there.

The second compartment held all of her potions and Herbology materials, with stations for growing any more herbs she may need and all the raw ingredients in stasis charms on the sides. Of course, all the compartments had enlarging charms which made every compartment about the size of a large room to fit everything in there.

The third compartment held weapons that she had collected, from every type of gun you could think, a few sets of the ammunition for each, swords, knives, ninja stars of all sizes, bo staves, axes, you name it, she likely has it or will have it soon.

The fourth compartment had all of her things from the war. Her holly wand, her tents, the one she used and the newer, larger one she bought once the war was over, her dragonhide armor, and her old glasses. She had found a spell that had corrected her vision while she had been studying the various books she inherited.

In the fifth compartment, she had lots of food, from livestock (though they were dead with stasis charms on them) to any vegetable and/or fruit that she could find, also with stasis charms on them.

The sixth compartment was for the things her dead relatives and friends possessions. She had many things in glass cases; their wands, their clothes, their Hogwarts textbooks, everything. She also had some clothes that her parents had bought for her when they thought that she was going to be a boy. Surprisingly, they had bought clothes for all the way until she would have been an adult.

The final and smallest compartment was for all the money she had stored. Something that should be said is that everything in her trunk was only a very small portion of her inheritance. She had barely made a dent in all of the money she had, having at least one thousand american dollars worth of every currency that was used around the world, as well as over four thousand galleons in there as well, about a thousand sickles and about twenty thousand knuts in there, all neatly organised.

She couldn't fall asleep, so she quickly went to her potions cabinet to take some dreamless sleep potion, not knowing that this was going to be the last time she would see Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and the wizarding world.

A few weeks later, Hermione and Ron visited, though they had seemed to be scared. "You have to run!" Hermione had yelled to her, pushing her towards the floo. "The ministry, they've noticed! They're going to take you in, they're going to lock you up!" She explained. "I was working in my office when I heard them, they noticed that you haven't physically aged in the last ten years! They're coming for you, you have to run!"

"But what about you, they might try to hurt you to get what they want!" Harry had argued, worrying about what would happen to her friends.

"They can't do anything, we are both too in the spotlight for them to put us away quietly, we have stayed in the public's view. You, however, have been hiding they won't think anything of not hearing anything of you." Ron told her. There was no condemnation, no judging in his voice, just a whole lot of regret.

"Fine." Harry had begrudgingly agreed. "But where would I go? They'll find me anywhere on this planet!" She exclaimed. She honestly wanted to plan this out before they did anything drastic. "I need to empty the Potter vaults, they will not be getting their ruddy hands on any of the Potter family heirlooms or gold. And I should grab some things from my other vaults… oh, and I should pick up the dragon hide armour too..." Harry thought aloud as she quickly put everything that she had taken out of her trunk back into the proper compartments. And turns back to Hermione and Ron. "Thank you for the warning. I guess this is… goodbye." She told them mournfully. She quickly pulled them into a fierce hug, hoping that it would convert everything she couldn't put into words. "I somehow doubt I'll ever be able to contact you guys ever again. Thank you, both of you, for everything." She told them sincerely before pushing them towards the floo. "Now hurry, try can't figure out that you told me yet. I'll… I'll figure these rest of this mess out. Go take care of your daughter." Harry shooed them to the fireplace.

She quickly apparated to Gringotts to take everything out of the Potter vaults. She quickly entered and went up to the teller. "What are you doing here, Thief." He sneered at her. She could see that he was a relatively new goblin and didn't know the entire story yet.

"You should already know why I had to steal the cup, it was a Horcrux." She told him patiently. "I must take everything out of the Potter vaults now. Please call Griphook." She asked of politely.

He grudgingly did as she asked, calling Griphook. "What can I do for you today, Duchess Potter-Black?" Griphook asked politely.

"I again apologize for my misdeeds, though I must ask of you a great deal to aid me, Griphook." She told him, suddenly looking much older than her 27 years. They took a cart to her vault to speak, not talking on the way there. "Oh Griphook, why are the Wizards so foolish?" Harry wailed as they safely entered the vault. Few knew, but she was on better terms with the goblins after stealing the cup. Griphook had helped get over the ordeal of killing and being killed, being steady and there. Hermione and Ron had had each other and their families, but Harry… Harry had had to wait until the war was over to mourn the loss of the very little innocence she had had in the past. Griphook patted her back, rubbing soothing circles as she explained everything that was going on. Even though the goblins would be sad for to the vaults being emptied, they understood and helped her pack it all into her trunk quickly, putting away all the heirlooms from the Black, Potter and Gryffindor vaults.

Once they were done, she said goodbye to all the goblins, giving each one a galleon and leaving 200 galleons each for Hermione, the Weasleys, Hagrid, Neville, and Luna, while she left two of the vaults dead families had left her to her godson Teddy, and Andromeda Tonks nee Black.

While she was leaving Gringotts, the aurors descended on her. All of them quickly shot off as many curses as they could, after all, this was the woman who'd ended the reign of greatest Dark Lord of the last few decades, if not centuries. However, her shield charms had held strong so they started to some of the borderline dark spells her. She never did return fire, merely prevented the spells they shot from hitting her or any of the other witches and wizards that were in Diagon Alley at the moment. She had seen that there were many Hogwarts students buying their materials out today, she did not want them to get hurt because the Ministry was made up of idiots.

It had taken a few hours before they finally got lucky. It was when about five different spells, two of which would've sworn were dark hit her at the same time that she was knocked down. In a bright flash of green light, the ground where she had stood blowing up is when the aurors finally stopped shooting curse after curse.

In the Weasley household, above the fireplace, one of the clocks stopped ticking.

When Mrs. Weasley saw this, she held a hand over her mouth as she began to cry.

George cried for the first time since Fred had died, knowing that the girl who wasn't supposed to be able to die was gone.

Hermione had cried into Ron's chest when she heard, for being unable to protect their best friend.

Ron had looked like he was about to kill someone, his face steadily turning a darker and darker red, angered beyond belief that the Ministry would do something this underhanded.

In Diagon Alley, all the witches and wizards there looked in shock as they registered that the aurors, the wizards and witches who worked for the Ministry, killed the Girl-Who-Lived, the Woman-Who-Conquered, the Saviour of the Wizarding World, out of nowhere, for absolutely nothing. Without even telling her why they were trying to apprehend her, without reading her rights, nothing. They just appeared and started firing, and every witch and wizard there would tell you the same story.

And all those who had been part of the DA had started a revolt. Magic had started dying in Britain after that, with many witches and wizards refusing to go to Britain and even more leaving it. After all, who would stay in a country that killed their saviour? Kill a young witch for simply being 'too powerful'? No one would step foot in wizarding Britain once Duchess Harris Maeve Potter-Black Gryffindor died.

And no one questioned why there hadn't been a body.