Disclamer: I just would like to thank the persons who are following my story and put it as a favorite with just the prologue. So yeah, thanks ^^

I would also like to say that I might not uptade regularly, it will depend on my classes and how much homeworks I have to do, but normally I should be able to put a new chapter every week-end, but I don't want to make a commitment if I can't. That's all :)

CHAPTER ONE

During a school outing for the end of her third year of primary school in London, Lyra had taken notice of something truly strange, or really, strange for her since she seemed to be the only to notice something out of the ordinary in Charing Cross Road. Indeed, set between a bookshop and a record-shop, the young girl saw an old inn, but no one noticed it, or more exactly, the only persons who noticed it were wearing strange outfits, but there again no one were looking at them, it was as if they couldn't see them! Surely, if they could see them they would look at them funny with the clothes they were wearing, usually that's how people tended to react. No that's absolutely not something she already lived through with the clothes her aunt gave her, no no.

But this was beside the point. Being the curious young girl that she was, Lyra decided she was going to investigate this mysterious inn who was strangely named the "Leaky Cauldron", but not immediately, she could be spotted trying to get away from her class.

So Lyra waited until the end of school and that the holidays had already begun for some time to satisfy her curiosity. At that moment, her uncle and aunt had taken Dudley to travel and leaved her with Miss Figg, like they always did. This woman who liked the company of cat better than the one of another human had been truly easy to manipulate. Since far before she could remember, the child always had been able to make her do and believe everything she told her. And once again Lyra used that asset by making her believe that she had noticed a new shop specialized in cat during her visit of London (which wasn't really a lie) and that she wanted to go there to buy some toys for her "fabulous" cats. Miss Figg gave her some money to go there and make some purchases.

Without waiting, the young girl went to the object of her curiosity. This inn-pub was a shabby and dark place, she barely entered and she already wanted to leave, she wondered why she wanted to go in a place like that. Half disgusted, she was going to exit without really looking around when something caught her attention, this man sitting in the back reading a newspaper had a mug in front of him, nothing really abnormal with that, no the problem was: his spoon was mixing his beverage WITHOUT ANYTHING MAKING IT MOVE, and the images on his newspaper were MOVING. She stayed there, stunned, fixing these improbable things.

After that, everything went more rapidly, she met the owner of the place, Tom, who asked her if she was lost or if she was going to join her parents in Diagon Alley. To not attract too much attention, Lyra decided to not give her exact name and to act like a young girl who had lost sight of her parents when they were getting to this mysterious Alley (she was a truly curious young girl with a good memory, which means that she knew about every road and alley in London, but she had never heard of this one). And it was like this that, for the first time, she put a foot in Wizarding World of Britain.

She made a quick tour of Diagon Alley without going to far away of the Leaky Cauldron and making sure to blend in the populace. However, she passed a considerable time in the bookshop "Flourish and Blotts", she wanted to know everything, absolutely everything about this world that she never knew about. She read a lot of books, leafed through some other and that how she discovered something. They knew about her, they all knew about her, well they didn't truly know her since the majority of what she read about her were lies, but what intriguing her was the start of her history. Apparently she was famous, she had made a good choice by not giving her true name to Tom it seems, they named her the "Girl-Who-Lived" because she had apparently vanquished a powerful and dangerous Dark Lord and she had survived a curse no one ever survived, not even her parents.

During her excursion, Lyra learned more about herself, what she was, her history and her parents, for sure they were good for nothing unemployed peoples without money who had died in a car crash while being overly drunk. After that, she left and went to the cat shop to buy some useless things for the cats and went back to Little Whinging, she had a lot of things to think about.

Today, nearly a year after her discovery of this magical place, Lyra was going back to the Leaky Cauldron. In all of the information she had kept in mind during her visit, was that her parents were apparently loaded, and, her being their sole and unique daughter, there should be something for her in the magical bank, Gringotts if she didn't got it wrong, and she may find a place to stay or a family to which she was related trough blood or marriage who could take her in.

Greeting Tom, Lyra went to the entrance of Diagon Alley with him so he could open the passage for her which, curiously, was a wall in the courtyard. Diagon Alley hadn't changed one bit since the last time she came, it was still full of life and it was making a childish side of her appear that she thought long gone. The young retake control of herself quickly and admonished herself, she had a lot of things to do and standing there with stars in her eyes wasn't going to help, she would have the time to visit it in depth if everything went according to the plan.

With a decided step, she went to the impressive building in marble located between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. Stopping at the entrance, she noticed something graved in it:

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.

With a smile at the thinly veiled threat, the Potter heiress entered the hall. She took notice of the strange little being with pointed teeth that she had quickly saw by the doors, she guessed that they were the infamous goblins who were took care of the wizard bank. Getting near an empty parlor, she patiently waited for the goblin there to finish what he was doing and acknowledge her. The child knew that it was their way to tell the wizards that they were the one in charge here and that they will never hurry to make everything the wizards wanted them to do.

Nearly 5 minutes later, the goblin finally looked up from his pile of papers and looked at her.

- What can we do for you? He abruptly asked.

- I would like to know if I own an account in here? She answered with a smile, absolutely not perturbed by the apparent disdain the goblin was showing her.

- If you do not have a key, you do not have an account here.

- That is the problem, Mister, I've got from reliable sources that my parents owned at least one account here, so I would like to know what happened to it since their deaths. I know that you have means to verify someone's identity and what they own, so I would like to subject myself to this "ritual", if that is not too much of a problem, she continued calmly when she saw him opening his mouth to cut her.

With a last stare and a sight, he ordered her to follow him. The two of them left the hall and entered a hallway located at the back of the entrance hall leading to different offices with closed doors. They stopped in front of one of them were it was written "inheritance office". The goblin knocked at the door and waited for an "enter" to resonate behind the door before making a sign to get in there and left.

Lyra opened the door and entered in the office. In it, there were bookcases installed against the walls with different files and, in the middle, there was a desk with 3 piles of papers on his left where an other goblin were seated. He made sign for her to take place in the seat in front of him. When she did it, he began talking.

- What is the reason of your presence here?

- I would like to know if I own anything in your bank. My name is Lyra Potter, nice to meet you Mister.

The goblin seemed to be taken aback before he looked up to her forehead where the hideous lightning bolt scar that she always made sure to hide behind her fringe was.

- Pleased to meet you Miss Potter, if you really are Miss Potter, my name is Gornuk. We will proceed to the ritual to make sure that you are truly the person you say you are, and, if that is the case, we will know whatever is yours.

Gornuk took a parchment out of a drawer of his desk and, from another one, a thin dagger richly decorated and them in front of her.

- To do that, you need to cut your hand with this dagger and drop 3 drops of blood on this parchment. Please proceed.

Lyra took the dagger and with a hesitant hand cut her left hand, just enough to bleed, but not enough to make a too deep cut. With a slight grimace caused by the burn, she put the dagger down on the desk, squeezed her hand on top of the parchment and waited for 3 drops to fall on it. As soon as it was made, Gornuk seized it while handing her a bandage.

While the young girl bandaged her still slightly bleeding hand, the goblin who take care of the inheritances inspected the result. After some minutes, Lyra began to lose patience, she might be less childish than the other of her age, but she never had the patience to wait for any type of information.

The goblin looked up and quietly observed her, increasing her impatience. Then he finally opened his mouth to speak

- You are, without a doubt, Miss Lyra Edonna Cassiopea Lilith Potter, and you are inheriting far more than what we thought you would, Miss Potter. Your mother, known for being a muggleborn, wasn't one in reality it seems. Welcome to Gringotts Miss Potter, heiress apparent of the Most Ancients and Nobles Houses of Potter, Black, Peverell, Gryffindor, Grindelwald and second heiress beside the heir apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin.