Chapter IV

What you say?!

It was late evening as Kingsley finally entered Gringotts bank, a signed document in his hand for the unsealing of the Potters will. He had just come from a meeting at Grunnings. With the man being arrested for attempted murder and child abuse, it seemed like the company's lawyers were able to find suitable cause to fire the man especially with all the reports of sexual assault, and his anger issues.

Tomorrow he would finally be speaking with the family who had abused Kinsley Black. The officers had already detained them and considering their abuse had been done upon a magical that meant they would be tried in a special courtroom. Now though he needed to speak with the goblins to have the will unsealed so that they could find out more important information about Kinsley and how she had come to be in the Potters home.

"Auror Shacklebolt," came a smooth voice that had him coming to a stop before a set of Goblin guards. "We've been informed of certain information pertaining one of our more – important clients," the voice continued before the goblin guards moved aside to reveal a rather aged goblin.

Now that his attention was on them, he swiftly noticed that the bank was empty. There were no tellers, no clients, and no goblins bar the three before him. What was happening, he didn't know but he was curious to learn, yet he was also worried. Somebody had leaked information to the Goblins pertaining their case, who had it been?

"Do not worry yourself, nobody has leaked information about your case Auror, simply let it be said that Gringotts takes a very keen interest in those who have a healthy hand in our bank and a good friendship with it. Now come, we have plenty to speak off." The goblin remarked, a grim look on his face. "I am Margtooth, Head Accountant of the Potter Family."

This made Kingsley's eyes widen. He had heard of Margtooth, the aged goblin was a fierce goblin, one nobody wished to mess with. The accounts under his hand were well handled and fiercely protected. Those who tried to cross him found themselves in big trouble with the bank and the goblin nation. To learn that this goblin was the Head Account Manager of the Potter Family was very intriguing.

Following the group, they entered the depths of the bank until finally, they entered an office, its walls being at least twenty feet high, with filling cabinets going up to the ceiling on one wall while the other held pictures and moments it seemed.

"Please Auror Shaklebolt sit, we will deal with the key item first, the Last Will and Testament of the Lord and Lady Potter," Margtooth announced while pulling a box from his large desk. "May I have the document?"

Handing over the signed document from the Ministry, he dutifully looked over it before placing it on top the box. The moment the parchment touched its surface, the box glowed before the seal broke and the lid was allowed to open. Gingerly the goblin placed the document aside before moving to extract a long, rolled up piece of parchment that was sealed with a think royal blue ribbon and a crest. The Potter Family Crest and colours.

"A will reading will have to be read in full as soon as the little miss is ready to attend," he murmured before reaching once more into the box and pulling an envelope out. The thick yellowed parchment looked as though it hadn't been touched in years and just like the will it to was sealed with the Potter Family Crest, a blue ribbon under it, "yet before their death, the Lord and Lady Potter instructed us to hand this document to Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so that things could be handled. Sadly it was placed with their will and as the will was sealed we were unable to access it."

Looking down at the document, Kingsley gazed at the crest with a critical eye. The Potter Family Crest hadn't been seen in a very long time, not since James Potter's father had held the Lordship seat in the Wizengamot. James had not had the time to take the seat what with working as an Auror, working for the Order and then taking care of a baby.

The crest was not overly grand, a single dragon was wrapped around an elegant P, and in its claws was a sword. Taking a deep breath, he broke the seal and pulled out the thick document. The first document he spotted was the formal adoption of a baby into the Potter Family, Kinsley Black.

"Those adoption papers were very unique," Margtooth remarked catching Kingsley's attention. "It held charms that allowed the name to change when the child's true identity was finally found."

"So it's still binding, she's still considered a Potter?" Kingsley questioned earning a grin from the Goblin.

"Very much so, Lord Potter made certain that the Potter family would fall in nobody else's hands. Its fortune, name and fame belong to the little miss. They also made certain to place testimonials in that document, a testimonial that was taken here in Gringotts and signed off on by two standing members of the wizarding world; Lord and Lady Longbottom. Sadly, both were unable to come forward, just as we were unable to do so either. The sealing of the will tied our hands greatly." Margtooth admitted looking displeased by this information.

"I see, thank you." Kingsley murmured before noticing one a document in the folder. Pulling it from the pile he was shocked to find a full document from a Healer on the child, a document that had been made the day the Potters had been killed. The document gave a full outline of every single charm, curse, enchantment and spell that had been cast upon the child, an even more thorough one than Chalisse had given Amelia, not to mention much more reliable considering the spells had not had time to degrade and be hidden by other spells over the years.

"The DMLE will be sent an invitation to the Will Reading as authorised in our list. Please inform us of an adequate time as soon as the little miss is able to attend," Margtooth announced.

"May I ask why you call her little miss?" He asked curiously earning a chuckle from the goblin.

"We once called him little lord, as Harry Potter has shown us kindness and acceptance unlike many his age or older than he. In addition, the Potter family have been firm friends of the Goblin nation for a very long time, furthering our connection. Last summer, he arrived at our bank and we were able to finally speak with him personally. He has been in communication with me since that time. When I learned of what he had accomplished at the end of his year, I began calling him little lord. He deserves the title but I cannot very well call the girl Little Lord, Little Miss seems appropriate for now." Margtooth answered before rising to his feet. "Know that we will help in any way we can with this investigation."

"Thank you, we appreciated all and any information you may be able to give us. Allow me to also thank you for looking after her, she was without parental aid for too long and to learn that Gringotts took her a little under their wing will be reassuring to Madam Bones." Kingsley remarked before bowing to the Goblin who gave a bow in return.

"May your wand bring you protection and allow you to flourish in battle." The Goblin spoke.

"May your blade protect you and slaw any who try harm to your kin and yourself." Kingsley returned before he was escorted from Gringotts, documents in hand.

...

Slowly waking, Harry Potter felt as though his entire body hurt. His limbs felt heavy, his chest felt constricted and his head hurt. Whatever had happened that had caused his pain was not something he remembered and really, right now didn't want to remember. All he wanted to do was go back into the blissful unconscious state, to talk with people. Wait – talk to people – "Bloody hell,"

The words were spoken in a soft moan as eyes opened to stare up at the hospital ceiling of the room he found himself in. A tide of memories rushed back in crashing to the front and he wanted to stop them yet he knew that would be impossible.

Slowly, considering the pain shooting from his skull, he turned his head and instantly spotted the figure curled on the cot covered in a thin blanket. The woman looked almost peaceful, yet the small frown showed she wasn't. She was a pretty woman, to what he saw, with thick red hair that was loose and pretty features. Frowning for a moment he tried to place her yet couldn't.

Slowly, against the protest of his own body, he struggled to push himself up. As he did, the changes in his physical body not to mention the wires and cords attached to him came to his attention. Looking down at the large lumps on his chest, he felt the colour in his face drain away. For some reason, he had wanted to believe that, everything that had happened to him had been nothing but a dream but the evidence was clear and nothing could stop it from crashing down upon him.

Shutting his eyes, he tried his best to take a deep breath, ignoring the pain that shot through him at the action, before fully sitting up. Raising his arms, he looked at all the wires that connected him to muggle machines each beeping softly. The longer slimmer fingers also filtered through his mind, an aspect he swiftly pushed away. Thankfully, the cords and wires were all connected to one arm and all on one rack that had wheels.

Making his choice, he slowly slid from the bed, feet touching the cold floor. With a deep breath he pushed himself up, hands gripping the bedding for support. Reaching up to a post, he grasped it before leaning heavily onto it. Vision blurring slightly he shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. After a few minutes, he felt comfortable enough to open his eyes again.

He needed to use the bathroom and there was no way he was waiting for somebody to come and help him. Already he wasn't feeling all that comfortable in his own body, he didn't want to feel any more uncomfortable.

The pain was slowly fading, perhaps because he was getting used to it or he simply had practice ignoring it yet as soon as he felt comfortable, he began to move.

He took one step at a time until he arrived at the door, making barely any noise. Looking back at the figure sleeping on the cot he made sure she was still asleep before opening the door and slipping through it.

With a soft click, the door shut behind him leaving him alone in a hospital hallway. He had never been in a muggle hospital before, even with all the injuries he had sustained. He suspected his magic was at fault for that, healing his injuries before he needed to go to the hospital. The only medical attention he had ever been given - to his knowledge - was Madam Pomfrey's at Hogwarts.

Still, the hallway was rather plain really, the walls painted a soft grey blue, the floors tiled in white, there were old looking prints framed on the wall that gave very little happiness to it all. Scrunching up his nose he shook his head before beginning the treck down the hallway in search for a washroom to use. He didn't know how long it took but at last, he did find a washroom yet the arrival brought his changes back to the for front.

He was a she and that meant that he had to use the girl's bathroom yet he had been a he for the last twelve years. It wouldn't be normal if he suddenly entered the men's washroom, especially with his physical appearance now but it did not change the fact that he felt extremely awkward entering the girl's washroom. Sure, for most of the year, he had been entering the girl's bathroom at Hogwarts but that was for a different reason.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed the girl's bathroom door open and was instantly met by the porcelain white tiled walls and floors of a public washroom, a very muggle public washroom with stalls against one side and sinks on the other.

Ten minutes later he exited, red-faced and a bit mortified. It would clearly take him some time to get used to going to the bathroom like a – well like a girl. The fact that that was only one of many things that he would have to get used to was something he dreaded thinking about.

Slowly walking down the hallways, he tried to calm down yet no sooner did her turn a corner did he run into something rather solid. In the state he was in, his balance was quickly thrown away and he would have tumbled backwards if not for a set of arms wrapping around him and steadying him.

"Oh I am terribly sorry dear, I didn't hear you," came a soft-spoken voice that had him blinking up at a tall, elderly woman who was still quite beautiful.

Instantly she took her in. she had black hair peppered with silver and pulled into a french twist. Her eyes were a greyish lavender colour and her skin was pale. She had a beauty about her that seemed - magical - for lack of better words.

"Are you alright?" The woman asked, concern lacing her voice. This pulled Harry from his thoughts and he swiftly returned a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, sorry I should be paying attention to my surroundings." He remarked earning an amused smile from the woman before he was gingerly pulled back into standing position.

No longer being supported by extra hands brought a wave of tiredness to his body and he unconsciously tightened his hold on the trolly he was attached to.

"Oh you're positively pale! Come, dear, into my room you can sit down." the woman ordered, before helping him into the room.

Slowly sinking into a chair, he felt himself relax and really he knew he shouldn't have overdone himself. He had been injured, the extent of which he wasn't overly certain about but he knew it had been bad if his uncle had almost - killed him.

"Thank you," he whispered, earning a reassuring smile from the woman who gingerly sat on her own bed.

"I'm Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia Black," the woman introduced surprising Harry who looked up at her in a bit of shock before smiling.

"Harry - Harry Potter, at least for now that's my name." he answered earning a raised eyebrow.

"For now?"

"Apparently I was adopted, I - I don't know what my real name is but that's nothing of a surprise, not with everything that has happened so far." he answered yet just then the door to the room was blasted open and two figures ran into the room, eyes wide, wands out and a look of panic on both their faces.

"Amelia!" Cassiopeia hissed, eyes narrowed as she glared at the woman.

"Cassiopeia," was the simple reply before the woman's eyes - Amelia's - landed on Harry who was seated on a chair. Her shoulders visibly relaxed and her wand lowered at the site. "Thank Merlin,"

"Wait - am I to understand that this - this is the Harry Potter?" Cassiopeia asked, eyes flashing to Harry who looked down.

"Technically yes, technically no," Amelia answered before moving to kneel by Harry's side. "Kin- Harry my name is Amelia Bones,"

"You were the woman who was asleep in my room," Harry whispered softly, unsure of what that meant, the warm smile he got in return had his curiosity peaked, though.

This woman she felt familiar, like he had seen her someplace yet that was impossible because he knew he hadn't. Yet her eyes - her eyes were just like - "Uncle Edgar," he whispered, eyes widening just as hers did.

"What -" "You're my - my mother," he breathed, shock filling him as he stared down at the woman.

Yet the realisation seemed a bit much for his already weakened state as he felt himself falling to the side. Thankfully he was stopped by firm yet gentle hands on his shoulders.

"Wow there Harry," came a soft voice that had him weakly looking up at the man who had also entered the room. "Let's get you back into your room, you need rest and the little trip you just took was perhaps a bit too much to start with."

With that the man gingerly picked him up and although Harry felt mortified by the fact he didn't protest. He didn't notice the worried looks from both women in the room as they watched the large, dark-skinned auror pick him up. He was still in shock at the fact that his mother - his birth mother was in front of him, had been in his room watching over him.

When he finally did come back to reality he was gingerly placed down on his own hospital bed and looked up to see the man smiling at him.

"Your mother loves you, kid, I know what you've been through hasn't been easy, it won't be easy for a bit but she'll stand by you and help you in any way you need." He remarked before pulling away and standing a bit back. "I'm Kingsley, Kingsley Shackelbolt an auror who works for your mother, I'm the one also in charge of your case."

"My - case" he was confused, what case could the Magical government involve themselves in, after all, his relatives were muggles, they didn't fall under the Ministry's control.

"It's a combined case investigation, a team of aurors, are working alongside a special muggle police force who know about magic. They will be in charge of prosecuting your - relatives - and we are in charge of finding any and all evidence about the person who took you from your mother." He remarked earning a nod of understanding from the young witch.

Just then the door to the room opened and the two woman walked in, both Amelia and Cassiopeia looked a bit hostile towards each other. The tension was not lost on Harry. He didn't want to mention it considering he wasn't all familiar with either woman and didn't truly know why Cassiopeia, somebody he had just meant, was so interested in him.

"Kin - Harry," Amelia began, catching Harry's attention more for the fact she was about to call him something other than Harry. "This woman is Cassiopeia Black, she is - related to you."

Eyes widening, Harry turned to look at Cassiopeia who gave him a gentle smile.

"I was your father's Great Aunt, making me you're Great-great Aunt but you can call me Aunt Cassie, it's easier that way and doesn't make me feal very old." the aged woman declared earning a side glare from Amelia who wasn't pleased about the mention of something.

"Uh - it's well it's nice to meet you." Harry greeted, somewhat unsure about the entire situation.

Already he found himself with relatives that actually didn't seem to hate him. His - mother - also seemed rather protective, to what he could see.

"I think, for now, we should let Amelia speak with Harry on her own," Kingsley suggested and although Cassiopeia wanted to protest she turned to Amelia and gave her a stern glare.

"You speak with my niece about the Blacks as well Amelia, not all of us - not all of us are like him," she growled earning a glare from Amelia. "Just like at one of your aurors, Andromeda's daughter. We'll speak later sweaty,"

Th last part was said with a light voice as the woman turned to smile at Harry who gave a weak smile back before the woman left the room with Kingsley behind her. This left both mother and daughter alone for the first time since Harry had woken from her coma.

The silence was thick yet finally Harry couldn't stand it. He was a Gryffindor right, he had faced worse things than meeting a parent for the first time - right?

"So - I'm - well - oh bollocks I don't know what to say!" He finally cried causing Amelia to laugh which causing his own cheeks to heat up in embarrassment.

"It is a rather - a different situation we find ourself in isn't it." she conceded before taking a seat on a chair. "I guess I should fully introduce myself, I'm Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and I'm your mother. I don't know how much you know, but you seemed to know a bit earlier,"

"I do -" Harry whispered, eyes moving down. "I - when I was well how do I put this. When I was in a - coma maybe - anyway in that state, I met a few people. I'm not to sure how it was possible but I met with my par - my adopted parents."

"What - how?" "I don't know!" Harry hurried to say, eyes shooting up to meet his birth mother's eyes. "I just - well they weren't the only ones I saw but they did explain things to me, it's why I'm not all that shocked about my - current state," he grumbled while looking down at his body.

"It's going to take time for me to get used to it - hell I'm still a guy in my brain."

"I think it's to be expected," Amelia whispered weakly earning a smile from her daughter.

"I - I met a few people, they just couldn't tell me, my parents, last names. When you said your name was Amelia and I then noticed how similar you were to Uncle Edgar I pieced it together." Harry whispered before looking back down at his hands. "I met Uncle Edgar and Aunt Mariam, they weren't the only ones, though. I met an uncle on my father's side, Regulus. He was nice, asked me to call him Uncle Reggie and I also met my grandfather Orion, Grandpa Fleamont and Grandma Euphemia."

"You - met a lot of people," Amelia whispered weakly causing Harry to smile up at her.

"Uncle Edgar wanted me to tell you, thank you," Harry remembered earning a confused look from the woman before her eyes grew wide in realisation. Susan, Edgar was thanking her for Susan.

"Harry - I don't know how you met all these people, there are plenty of things in our world that aren't known."

"Magic - there is a lot of things about magic that we don't know about," Harry answered before smiling. "If we knew everything it wouldn't be a surprise when we learned something knew."

This made Amelia chuckle and shake her head, amusement clear in her eyes as they sparkled.

"I have a question," Harry asked, voice hesitant yet Amelia gave her a reassuring smile. "What - what did you name me?"

The question was asked so softly that Amelia barely heard it yet she did and the sadness returned before she cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

"When you were born, I named you after somebody who saved our lives. Without him, we wouldn't have made it to the hospital. You see I went into labour when my home was under attack by Death Eaters in the first war. He defended us and thanks to him you were born safe and sound. I named you after Kingsley. Your name is Kinsley, Kinsley Amelia Bones."

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