She's a Potter?

by Kaz-Winnec

Harry and his twin sister are separated after Voldemort's defeat. While Dumbledore believes they are both with the Dursleys, Petunia made the executive decision to get rid of the child that resembles Lilly, unknowingly placing them on the edge of a forest we all know (and Love) as 'Slender's Forest'. (Set in 5th year) Word Count - 1,742

2. Chapter 2

{This is going to be in Chrys' POV for the majority, I'll put the change in POV when it's not. And in answer to the Reviews saying LJ is OOC I know, I haven't been able to read his story for ages and the way a lot of other people portray him is as a bit of a hyper clown with psychotic tendencies? If you have any suggestions on how i can adjust him that'd help so much. speaking of which, there may be other characters that are OOC if you notice let me know so i can adjust it in latter chapters. I own nothing but the clothes on my back, a bus card and Chrysellia (Unbeta'd at this time, will be reposted when Beta'd)}

"He said the Leaky Cauldron didn't he? This place is a dump. I bet its full of rats & mould or some shit man- OW! What the hell was that for Chrys?"

"Ma- Tim you need to shut-up. Its rude to talk about a place you've never been before, and you've stayed in worse places than this, that school or fekkin hospital? Remember that?" I ask while walking ahead of him and straight to the bar. "Hi, my name is Chrysellia Pineshadow, I was wondering if you could open the entrance to Diagon for us?" I ask in a tone of polite curiosity, "I can't because I'm a muggle born and my brothers don't have magic." I explain to the questioning look the barkeep gives me.

"Sure I can do that for you, Actually, Harrys just coming down the stairs. Harry! Sorry to ask this of you, but could you let these three into Diagon?"

"Yeah I can do that Tom. I was on my way out there anyway. C'mon it's this way." A young man with black hair and vibrant Emerald eyes gestures to us to follow him to a back door.

I watch as he pulls out what I assume to be his wand and taps a few bricks.

"So you buying school equipment?"

"Yeah, sorry you had to do that, I only just found out I was a witch last week. What school are you going to if I may ask?" I inquire with honest curiosity.

"I'm in my 4th year of Hogwarts. Why do you ask?" He says in a slightly surprised tone.

"Oh, well, I'll be seeing you at school then, I'm attending Hogwarts this year, I might be in some of your classes too."

"Cool. Well sorry to cut this short but I'm meeting some friends at Florean Fortescue's, see you at school."

"Yeah see you there." The second he's out of earshot I turn to Masky and Hoodie.

"That is useful information."

"How? All he told us was what school he goes to and his year."

"This is why I'm the one who handles interrogations and gathering information, Timmy boy. He was surprised by something, something we should probably know about him, in other words, we now know he's well known in some way. I'll be asking about a mister Harry something or rather while we're here then. Actually no, I'm going to get as many books on history as I can. I may as well get stuff on additional powers as well. See if these Shapeshifting abilities are connected to being a witch or my place as a proxy." I say while tapping my chin. "Anyway, let's get that owl, send the reply and get my equipment. I'll get three of each just in case Jeff and Jack have to participate to stay with me. It says in the letter that my original last name was Potter. Let's go into this Gringotts and get some money shall we?" I begin walking know the other two would follow.

I stop to ask a woman in bright red robes where the post shop is, and where the bank is, she points me to the end near the leaky cauldron for the post shop, and to a large marble building for Gringotts. "Thank you."

I pass what I assume is an ice-cream parlour and wince at the large crowd of teens sitting outside making an unnecessary amount of noise, and continue on my way with Masky and Hoodie sneering at them.

"Play nice you two, can't have them thinking we're rude now can we?" I ask as I grab them by the ears.

"Sorry Chrys."

I continue dragging them along until we get to Gringotts. I see the sign and have a giggle.

"I didn't know that goblins would sink as low as to actually help a group of humans, especially since they have done nothing but disrespect the race as a whole, I wonder if they're even grumpier now, being forced into service."

"More than likely, and you know humans aren't that bad, Tim and I have been nothing but amicable toward goblins and the like."

"You more so than Tim. You know he still has trouble so he, sort of, has an excuse."

"Shut-up, it's just cause Jay keeps finding me."

"Then kill him. He's not even that useful to us. I mean he doesn't even know of myself and Kate does he? Now, we can discuss this later, shall we see how low the goblins have been pushed?"

"Yeah sure."

I push the doors open and note the presence of guards immediately. Still have pride in their war forces then, that's a relief, I was hoping to get Jeff a few blades. Hmm, that's a thought, he might respect a goblin blade more than his current one and stop breaking the damned thing. I smile respectfully at the guards and incline my head in a parody of a bow. I continue through to the actual bank knowing that area was just to intimidate people. The inside near takes my breath away, it may look plain to anybody else, but to those who have had dealings with goblins know to look for the small, intimate details that, while simplistic are still gorgeous, in the way only goblins can be. I smile knowing that while they may work for the wizards, they still have their pride.

I wait for an open teller who isn't sorting some coin. A goblin looks up soon after and pauses his movements when he notices me standing near the door looking around, "How may I help you?" He asks with a slight sneer.

"Oh," I walk to his 'booth' "I was wondering if you could spare a moment to help me out sir. I have only just found out I am a witch and apparently I'm from an old wizarding family? Is there any way to know if this is true?"

"There are a few things we can do, but before we settle on one I need to ask if you want to know your entire heritage?"

"No, it's irrelevant who I'm related to. I have a family and I'm happy where I am. I just want to know what my last name is. Thank you for the offer though."

A look of shock crosses his face at the word of appreciation, "If you could follow me I'll take you to our ritual room."

I follow and note the amount of sneers I get from the goblins situated in the back. My smile gets bigger with each; glad they haven't lost the innate pride of their ancestors.

The architecture is even more true to the goblin nature, I'll bet they have an entire city below this, more than likely under the majority of London as well. Gotta love goblins for the way they build. I still need to ask about those blades. "Excuse me but I was just wondering if I could commission a goblin blade? If not that's fine."

The goblin looks back at me after stopping and just stares for a couple of seconds, "How do you know that we make weapons and why are you being polite?"

"Well, I know about goblins because I've had dealings with your kind before, and I'm being polite because you are a superior race to humans. The Fae as a whole are superior to my friends here, and I'm sure they are of my own kind."

"What do you mean your own kind."

"Witches and Wizards." I smile lightly.

"You are the oddest Witch I have had the pleasure to meet. I'll get you a few Goblin blades."

"Thank you, sir."

When he turns around I give pride filled smirk. Happy birthday Jeff.

"Here we are. Before you enter what house are you allegedly apart of? And your friends aren't allowed to go in with you as they may interfere with the magical currents. Unintentionally of course, it's just a precaution."

"I'm apparently a Black and that's fine, they probably wouldn't have come in anyway."

"Are you sure you don't want to know your family line? It would be beneficial to you I'm sure." The Goblin told me in a serious tone.

"As I said before, it doesn't concern me whether or not I have biological family, they aren't the ones who helped me through the hard times in life, therefore they have nothing to do with myself." I state while throwing my arms over Masky and Hoodies shoulders and smiling.

"Very well then. Please step into the room Miss…?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you my name didn't I? It's Chrysellia Pineshadow." I step into the room and wait for the door to close behind me. I note the presence of a few goblins in the room. I take a small look around to try to make an assumption on what exactly they are going to do.

"Alright Ms. Pineshadow how are you today? My name is Goonu. I will be over seeing your Ritual today. Stand in the middle of the room and wait for further instruction." She tells me in a gruff voice.

"Yes ma'am." I say and step into the middle. "Do you mind if I take my jacket off? It's a bit hot in here."

"If you do it may not be able to handle the runic magic we use for this." A goblin behind me says.

"So the magiks you use are highly volatile are they? Good to know I guess. I'll just tie it around my waist then. That should help." I think aloud to myself as I do it.

"Yes they are highly volatile and yes doing that should help you to keep your jacket. Now we just need seven drops of your blood in this bowl from your right hand," Goonu shows me a white bowl, "and three from your left in this one." She points a black bowl out. "The black bowl is to prevent you from seeing the entire family tree, well you will be able to see your parents but no-one else. If you have a sibling close to your age you will see them also."

I do as she says and crack my neck while I'm at it. I roll my shoulders as they start the ritual and a warm encases me. It feels like home, like I'm supposed to be at peace. I don't like it, it's uncomfortable and not right, a Creepypasta prides themselves in never finding peace. Unless they have their mate/s, they aren't here so why do I feel like I'm in their arms, I tense and growl low in my throat.

"Relax, it's just the ritual 'measuring' your soul. Seeing if it is that of a Black. It will be going on to your mind next. Do not fight it we won't see anything of your mind. The magik just looks through the memories you don't know of, of your birth parents. Do not answer just do as you were told and you will be fine."

I stay as still as I can and ignore the warmth as much as possible. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to relax as was instructed.

"And we are done. Thank-you for your cooperation, take a look miss Black." Goonu says with a slight amount of shock in her voice.

I look to see two names with a line going to myself and another name. I don't bother looking at the name of my sibling; they aren't what's important. "I just have to ask, and I mean no disrespect, but does this mean I get a small amount of money to pay for school things? I just need to know if I need to get some Money converted."

"We can take you to your trust vault; you have a different one to your-"

"I don't want to know what my sibling is, I have nothing to do with them and they have nothing to do with me. All I wanted to know was if I had access to money from the people that left me to my own devices at the edge of a forest. Sorry for the interruption but I do not care for any connection to my 'family'. Do you know how much the school equipment will cost so I can take that amount only and be done with it?" I sneer at the word family, leaving a foul taste in my mouth.

"Alright, Griphook will take you to your trust vault, you can take more than necessary, there may be other things that interest you." Goonu says as she leads me out the door.

I square my shoulders back and thank Goonu for her services, "I am truly grateful for your help with my predicament. I apologise for any misgivings of Mage kind, I know the regret of one will not account for the arrogance of the many, but it is a start."

Hoody comes and puts his arm over my shoulder, comforting me in place of a Mate. I shake my head lightly and smile at him wondering how he always knows when I need a brotherly connection instead of the one that a Mate gives.

"You are the closest thing I have to a little sister Chrys; I will always know when you need it. So do we convert some money or do we go ask to be taken to a vault."

I stay silent and walk through to the lobby. I see Harry in a large group and note they were the ones making a ruckus in the Alley earlier. I walk up to a teller that doesn't have anyone at it, "Excuse me? But could I ask you to get a goblin named Griphook? I was told he would take me to my trust vault. If you are too busy then would you mind asking someone who isn't?"

"Why Griphook? He is the Potter and Black account's manager and recently he only deals with them."

"I did an inheritance test today and found out I am a Black. Don't make a big deal of it just ask Griphook if he could take me to my trust vault. If you do not believe me then ask Goonu for conformation. She presided over the ritual." I explain in hushed tones so as to avoid any attention.

The goblins eyes widen slightly and he steps down from his teller. I wait until he returns with a goblin I assume is Griphook.

"Miss B-"

"Pineshadow, I was adopted and wish to use that name in place of my birth name please?" I say quickly, "Sorry for interrupting you, but I wish for no connection to the people that abandoned me and apparently kept my sibling. It may seem as though I only want their money but I'm actually loathe to take any of their things as that connects me to them and possibly indebts me to them. But if it will make getting the school equipment easier- Christ almighty. I forgot to ask that goblins name so I could thank him for his services. Ah, I'm an idiot. And now I'm rambling. Sorry. Again." I rub the back of my head and give an awkward little laugh. "Basically, I don't really want anything to do with my past family and I wish to have no debts to them. If I could transfer the money and have enough I honestly would, but I've only got thirty pounds, and I don't know the currency witches and wizards use. I've only just come into this side of 'normies think we don't exist but in reality we do' side of the world so, yeah, this is all new to me, even Goblins being bankers is new." I explain while fiddling with the switchblade in my pocket. I'll need a job soon. Getting fidgety.

"Well, I'll have to ask you to wait as I need to take your sibling to their vault, if you don't wish to have a large connection then I won't force you to, I'll take a larger group of them so you don't know who is a 'Black' and who is not. Wait here or go have a seat. I shall be back in a moment." Griphook says and before the other goblin can get a word in edge wise he walks to the group Harry is in and takes him, a few red heads and a girl with bushy hair with him. I roll my eyes and lightly glare at the rest of their group when they sit down on the chairs Griphook gestured to. I stay standing and quietly converse with Masky and Hoody asking what exactly we should get. And if we should ask the group Harry was with where the best places for school equipment would be. I see the goblin that served us first walk out with a substantial box and approach us.

"Miss Pineshadow, here are those Blades you asked for, we had some spare ones that would be considered Daggers for a human. Now while they are not freshly made they are still in good condition. The payment will be taken directly out of your vault so don't worry about that. There are instructions on how to take care of a Goblin blade included in the box, it's a set of Six. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go deal with some customers." He began walking away to the teller he served me at.

"Wait? What was your name? You never did tell me?" I ask as politely as possible, "and thank-you for getting these to me today. I may not have been able to come get them and you wouldn't have been able to send it by post because we don't actually have an address in this country." I explain to him in a slightly meek voice.

"I keep my statement; you are the oddest witch I have ever met Miss Pineshadow. My name is Taktion. I'll leave you to your business now." Taktion says while turning and continuing to his teller.

"Feel better now Chrys? You thanked a Goblin. Well done. And you learnt his name. This is an accomplishment for you." Masky says jokingly and I punch his arm before opening the box to look at the gorgeous little babies.

"Oh my god, they're so beautiful. Ok, Jeff gets four and I'm taking two of these. They're just so pretty. I'm probably not even gonna use them, just put them up on the wall for decorative purposes." I take one out and hand the box to Hoody so I can take a closer look. The knifes are the things I love most about goblin culture. Just the fact that they don't follow normal Goblin design procedure and are actually intricately designed, with runes of strength, precision and durability. "Now I want an Elven blade just so I can put them in a cross. Oh wait, it's dwarves and elves, not goblin and elves, still, that'd be awesome. Hmm, might have to go ask around, find some elves get a favour owed. That should work right? Yeah…"

"You do realize-"

"That I'm sort of babbling? Yeah I'm figuring it out, and talking aloud, sorry. Oh, should go get a get a Dwarven favour as well. But anyway. I'm going to go ask them where the best place for school equipment is." I put the knife back in the box and waving at them to wait there while I walk to the group of kids sitting on the chairs. "Hi, I'm Chrysellia Pineshadow. I'm going to be starting my 4th year at Hogwarts, I was just wondering where the best place to get school equipment would be? I'm new to Britain and this is my first time in Diagon alley." I ask with a sweet tone to hide the slight disgust at their boisterous attitude. I may be hypo around Jeff and Jack but they're my mates. They deserve to see the real me.

"Flourish and blots for books, Madame Malkins for robes, Wiseacres should have everything else. Seamus by the way, Seamus Finnigan, Half-blood. What're you?" a guy with a thick Irish accent replies sticking his hand out for a shake.

"I'm human, for one, and what does blood have to do with anything?" I ask honestly confused while taking his hand.

"What did you live under a rock or something? Half-blood's are half wizard half Muggle, Muggleborns have no magical heritage, and Purebloods are full wizarding bloodline." Another kid with slightly bucked teeth and floppy hair responds.

"Oh, well, I was adopted by muggles at a very young age, so I don't really know. But I think I might be a Half-blood. I can change my entire appearance, and make myself look male. But I can't actually grow the parts necessary to be male." I change my hair to black with white ombre and make myself porcelain pale, I change my right eye to entirely black and the left to entirely white. "Could any of you tell me if this is from some kind of wizarding ability please?"

"You're a Metamorphmagus you're probably distantly related to the Blacks, they're the only line with Metamorphs left. Oh, I'm Neville by the way. Neville Longbottom. I'm a Pure-blood."

"I still don't quite get the significance of the blood-type. I should probably go back to my brothers, thank-you for your help though; I'll see you at Hogwarts." I say and turn without waiting for an answer.

"So, where we going? And change your appearance back. You're not in the 19th century." Masky rolls his eyes while rubbing his forehead.

"Aww, but Tim! I wanna be like L.J! You let him be monochromatic!"

"You aren't an imaginary Clown that got drained of his colour though. So suck it up. Now change and tell us where we go when we have the money."

"Oh all right." I change back to my default appearance but make both my eyes completely black instead. "Better?" I as with an eye roll, "after this we go to Flourish and blots for books, Madame Malkins for robes, Wiseacres should have everything else, we may need to ask about wands as I don't have one. Jeff and Jack'll probably go off and do their own thing while I'm in class, so we don't need to worry about getting them wands for the time being. If at all. And, I'd like to get some other stuff as well, hmm, we'll have a look around see if anything looks interesting. Anything you guys' wanna look at while we're in London? Might as well be tourists while we're here."

"I'd like to sit on Big Ben. Maybe graffiti a picture of BEN on it as well, we could always infiltrate the palace, scare the queen or one of the princes? That'd be fun." Masky says putting his hands behind his head, "Or we could walk around the magic part of London, find a darker more sinister part, see if we can scrounge up any good bits of information? Or find some dark artefacts to study. Who knows, might find some way to kill Zalgo without enacting Slendy's rule of 'no pasta shall harm another'. Might even find another safe house. That'd be great."

"Mmh, all I want to go see is Tower Bridge, maybe cause a crash or some other catastrophe, really I just want to kill a bunch of brits. Even if they don't exactly deserve it. I just don't like Brits." Hoody shrugs after having a think during Masky's spiel about what he wants to do.

"Hey! If what that Snape guy said is true I'm a brit! So you hate me now!? I thought we were siblings in all but blood man! What happened to Proxy's till Slender orders us to kill each other? I am so offended right now Hoods! You can wait outside; Tim go with him to make sure he doesn't kill any of my Kin." I cry in the most overdramatised voice, adding the pose just because I can.

"You don't count, and I have actually revised that to say that even if he orders you dead, I take your side, no matter what. No one gets between my sister and I. Not even Jay, Alex, Jess or Tim, the drugged out version." Hoody pulls me into a hug and I can't help but burst out laughing and bury my face in his neck taking comfort in my adoptive big brother.

"Oh, well fine, I'll just sit here and sulk while you two have a family meeting then. All we need now is you two exchanging friendship bracelets. Alright, that's what I'm doing in London, I'm gonna get you two an accessory that matches."

"Alright, as long as I can go with you and get two more for you and Toby, might buy one for Kate too. Not sure yet, she hasn't been home in a while. I'll figure it out later. But for now get your ass in this sibling hug." I pull Masky over and into the hug. He has a laugh and wraps his arms around both me and Hoody.

"Face is a bit close there Tim. We're brothers here, not Mates." As soon as I hear that I pull out of the hug and stand to the side.

"Alright, when the hell is this Goblin gonna get back, I'm itching to go see what this alley holds. And see if there are any darker sides to it. I wanna get a souvenir for the boss."

Hoody and Masky hug for a little longer, and I can't help but smile. My thoughts turn to Jeff and Jack and wonder how they're doing with me so far away. We've hardly been apart since we realised. I'm glad they're allowed to come with me, probably would have refused if they weren't. Masky and Hoods let go of one another and talk quietly between themselves.

"Miss Pineshadow, if you could follow me, I'll be taking you to your vaults." Griphook walks past us and to a door, "Need to fetch you a key first though. I'll be right back."

"Harry I thought Griphook only dealt with the Potter Vaults."

"Does it matter? Maybe the person that deals with her vaults is busy and asked Griphook to take her to them."

"He's the black family vault manager as well. But, yes, he's doing a favour for the Goblin that normally deals with Muggle raised people." I step in and smile at the red head and Harry, "You may want to refrain from calling Goblins people, most take offence to it."

"I thought you were adopted?" Neville asks with a tilt

"Yeah, by a guy that had connections with 'fantasy/supernatural' beings. That being said we didn't think I was a witch until the headmaster and a guy named Snape came and delivered my letter personally."

"Why was yours delivered by hand? Normally they send owls." A girl with bushy brown hair comments.

"Delai (Dumbass). My adoptive father called in a few favours and got his house warded. Anything that either wasn't invited or had no place being near his property is either harmed, or if it's a harmful being, killed. Dumbledore said something about a few owls not coming back. Look all I wanted to point out was that some goblins view being called 'people' offensive, and ask you to respect them."

"We do respect them. We've integrated them into our society and supplied them jobs. What more could they ask for?"

"Not being suppressed and being recognised as a sentient race for one, not being used for manual labour for another. And honestly, you lot probably would have started a war because they wouldn't conform to wizarding views. Now I may not know much about your culture but I do know Goblin culture. I'm not going to claim expertise, but I more than likely know more than you do." I glare not realizing Griphook had come back and was looking at me with a little bit of shock.

"I'm the smartest witch of my age. And I've been at Hogwarts for the last three years. I really don't think you can tell me that you know more than me when you've only had muggle education, and maybe a small look into our world. When you've read half as many books as any of us have then I'll listen to you." She flips her hair over one shoulder adopting an air of superiority.

"Well, when you've met half as many 'creatures' as I have and stayed within their homes then I'll consider listening to you. Books don't hold all the answer and can quite easily be faked. Anyone can write a story. And anyone can lie." I raise one eyebrow and note Masky and Hoody coming to stand on either side of me. "You may be the smartest witch of your age but could you hold a conversation with a creature that can't and or won't speak English? Can any of your knowledge be put toward contacting one of these 'creatures' without offending and or harming them? I'll admit, I only know one language other than English, but that language is a fairly universal one, quite a few races use it. Don't assume your smarter than me when you have no clue the life I've led. You'll be more than surprised at the fact that I lived with a werewolf at one point, and they told me more about their culture than books ever could. Because you can be the most unprejudiced person alive, but you will always hold your own race above someone else's. It's a fact of being human." I hold her stare and calmly state my point and the facts that support it. If she is too blinded by her own arrogance to see reason, then she isn't worth my time.

"As fun as this is, your all more than likely on tight schedules. Go get your school supplies and leave Miss Pineshadow be. Now here's, the key to your vault, bring this with you when you need to get some money out."

"Alright. I look forward to seeing some of you at school. And thank-you for the debate, I don't know your name, but I hope you allow me another discussion soon, ciao." I turn and follow Griphook to an inlet where a small cart lay.

"Alright hop in, don't worry about the size, that's the one good thing about magic, you can fit anyone in these things."

"Thanks for the save back there Griphook, really needed it." I say as I slowly get in. Masky holds my hand to make sure I keep my balance.

Hoody, gets in after me and stays standing to help Masky in. I sit on the bench and wait for those two idiots to sit down. Griphook starts the car and we shoot off like a rocket. I can't help the surprised shriek that tears from my throat. And scrabble for something solid to hold onto. I glare as Masky bursts out laughing and Hoody chuckles.

"A warning would have been much appreciated Griphook." I call over the roaring winds caused by the speed.

"It's not funny if you expect it is it?"

"Touché."

The rest of the ride is spent trying to look around, but due to the speed I couldn't focus on anything. I swear to god I saw a burst of flame a while back but I can't be too sure.

The car finally slows down and Griphook gets out. And asks for the key. I give it back to him and note that the number is 394. I'll have to remember that for future reference. I look inside as I get out of the car and gape at the shear amount in there. Slender isn't poor by any means, but this is over kill. Who the hell needs this much money? There's probably enough to fill a few kiddie pools in here.

"This bag has a bottomless charm on it. Take a few handfuls of each coin, the Bronze ones are Knut's, Silver are Sickles and The gold ones are Galleons. Galleons are worth the most and used more than the other two, I'll give you the pamphlet we give to muggle born children to explain the system."

"Alright," I step in and look behind the door out of habit and see an envelope. I ignore it while I do as Griphook said and grab three or four handfuls of each coin, I look at the envelope before I step out and grab it, there's a bracelet sat underneath that I grab as well. Tucking both into my back pocket I exit and get back in the car.

"All done?"

"Yep. Do you know where I could get a wand? My old one broke and I need to replace it before school, I would have asked the students up there but I was a little bit embarrassed and I don't know how the gossip system at Hogwarts works."

"Olivander. He's got the best wands, and if you want he can replicate or find a new wand that'll suit you better than your last wand. He's quite good at that."

"Thanks, I'll be sure to go to him first then."

Griphook starts the car again and I continue my attempt of trying to get a clear look at something. This time I'm positive I saw flames and I was tempted to turn around to see what they were but I don't trust my balance with how fast the cart was going. The cart comes to a stop once again and I get out first, holding a hand out for Masky and hoody to help them get out. As they do a blonde walks in and waits as a goblin talks to Griphook in gobbledegook.

"Who do you think our defence teacher will be this year? A vampire? I wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to let a creature teach us."

I narrow my eyes and look over to the girl who spoke. She's got the face of a pug. And while it looks cute on the dog, it's unbecoming on her.

"Jelia hyte Wizerdas maki Gotudera Creturas?" 'What is it with wizards and disrespecting creatures?' I ask Masky and supress a grin as the blonde looks over a little suspiciously.

"Riatsky rai. Kerli, git, naida." 'I don't know. But it's really fun messing with him.'

"I'd appreciate it if you both spoke English. It's highly disrespectful to those of us who do not know the language."

"That's the point. Chrys hates when humans are disrespectful to creatures. If you want her to be respectful, take a leaf out of your own book."

The blonde has a slightly blank look on his face then he looks at the pug faced girl and they both give a surprised laugh.

"Oh good, so you were only trying to make a point, continue with your odd language then."

"No. But seriously show some respect; they may not be human but they are most definitely a superior race to our own. You could learn some interesting life lessons from them. Take it from someone who got her ass handed to her when she disrespected a fae. They might be pretty but goddamn do they pack a punch." I pat his shoulder as I walk out to the entrance hall.

"What do we do now Chrys? You have your money, do we go get the stuff or do you wanna come back another day with Jeff and Jack?"

"Nah, I just want to get it done. I'll have to ask if Jeff and Jack need the uniform or not. We weren't told so; we might need to come back at a later date any way for their uniforms."

"Alright, you gonna thank Griphook for taking you to the vault or are we just gonna go?"

"I'll leave a note with Taktion. Maybe, I don't know… Nah, let's just go. I'll thank him on our way out."

"So time to go explore the alley?"

"Yes time to go explore the alley."

I walk out the doors and take a deep breath.

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