AN: So I originally had this as two chapters. However, I didn't really want to spend two chapters on the same Gringotts visit. So I decided to merge them into one very long chapter. Also didn't want the chapter to just be Gringotts...so a couple characters decided to swing by.

Chapter 7: A Multitude of Reconfigurations

Eleanor let out a sigh as her roommate accidentally summoned the Crimson Fucker by naming him with his True Name. The Count was, of course, amused by the entire situation. Because why wouldn't he be?

"How the fuck did you just show up," exclaimed Penny, who seemed to be ignoring the fact that Dracula could just kill her like a bug.

"Wolf Girl, you take this question."

"Penny, names have power. Once an entity has a certain level of power, saying the entity's True Name functions as a way to get their attention whether you want it or not. Most entities who are that powerful just ignore those pings, not really wanting to reveal the full extent of their powers. However, if they're feeling particularly vindictive or bored…"

She trailed off as she suddenly figured out who her new blood parents were. Dracula (or Alucard as he preferred to be called these days) laughed.

"I see the penny dropped, Wolf Girl."

"Yeah…that's…a new one," Eleanor admitted, "So what does that make me other than not human?"

"Complicated," drawled Alucard with a smirk, "But I'm sticking with Wolf Girl. Just like Slayer Girl here will be Slayer Girl even after you give her a love bite."

"Slayer Girl," asked Penny, "But the Slayer in the family is Buffy."

"True, Slayer Girl. Though that's mainly because someone managed to revive her after her colossal fuck up. Do you people not read the tale of the original Mother Fucker anymore?"

"I think they do in secondary school," offered Eleanor, "So never for most magicals."

"Pity, they might be able to learn a few things from it," remarked Alucard, "To answer the question, your cousin tried to stop a prophecy and wound up fulfilling it. Much like the late unlamented Voldemort in many respects except she's also a Vampire Layer. Why she chose a Vampire as disgusting as Angelus, I'll never know though."

He shook his head at that last bit.

"Since she technically died, the powers that govern Slayers activated to choose a new Slayer. Of course, as most things involving Wolf Girl even tangentially on Halloween, it didn't quite go to the Magic's plan. You are a Slayer but not the Slayer, Slayer Girl. Your proximity to Wolf Girl will keep the meddlers from trying to push you along the normal path. So the odds of you dying young are much lower. More importantly, Wolf Girl, what are you going to do about those relatives of yours now that you can't technically be accused of kinslaying?"

"Who said anything about killing them," asked Eleanor in a harsher voice that drew curious looks from both Alucard and Penny, "Death's easy. I want them to look forward to it as a relief from their problems and then be horribly disappointed when Father continues where I left off."

"Eleanor, Honey, not that I don't approve of you getting revenge on the miserable bastards who made your life hell before you came here, 'cause I do, but are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Penelope."

"Are you sure," asked Penny, "Your features look sharper than they did a few seconds ago."

"I was wondering when that would kick in," mused Alucard, "Seems as though Wolf Girl's psyche has finished establishing Roman and Grecian personalities. It's the most interesting result of plagiarism that I've seen. Though it is the first time I've seen it develop. I take it we're talking to Wolf Girl's Roman aspect?"

"Anora," came the sharp reply, "You're talking to Anora, Count. As for your previous question, I will destroy those bastards through economic warfare. Without their precious money, their 'normality' will fall to pieces in front of their very eyes and while the 'Freak' will be responsible, they won't be able to blame Magic for their problems. As for the other mortals, no sense in only keeping the economic warfare to the Dursleys now is there?"

"Anora, Honey, are you truly alright?"

"Yes, Penelope," she replied with a smile, "I'm much better now. It feels like my mind has finally figured out a way to avoid all those migraines I've been getting. Speaking of which, yes, I am interested. Eleanor is too but you'll have to go slower with her."

"What?"

"What Roman Wolf Girl means is she's seen those delightful little fantasies you have of her in your mind and is interested in turning those into realities," interjected an amused Alucard.

Penny felt her mouth dry as she saw Eleanor…no Anora's slight nod and teasing smile.

"How?"

"Vampires are mind readers," replied Anora blandly, "There's naturally a more technically correct explanation but that's the gist. I couldn't control that ability for most of the past week and a half, so I got way, way too much information about everyone's preferences. I also learned Hindi, Yiddish, Tamil, Punjabi, Sanskrit and all the theoretical physics I can stand to know."

"So, the fantasy about the caramel sauce…"

"I'm very interested. Though it will have to wait until Winky's had a chance to clean the apartment. Also, we're replacing both the sofa and your bed. No amount of 'clean' will remove the knowledge associated with them."

"Honey, we can't afford that."

"Don't worry about it Penelope. I'm going to make the rabid fucker pay for our new furniture and for what we would have paid a professional cleaning service. It's about time the guys learned that actions have consequences including that miserable little hypocrite. That fucker should be on his knees thanking the Gods that he hasn't blown himself up yet. Who the fuck brings uncovered liquids into a lab with a running laser? Spilling his damned coffee on the laser could have had much more serious consequences than just shorting the laser. By Tartarus, it should already have those consequences. I'm convinced that Caltech doesn't really watch what its employees do or check for wrongdoing. Lastly, his obsession with you is frankly disturbing, especially his belief that the babies would be 'smart and beautiful.' Babies aren't supposed to be thought of until well into a relationship, not before the start of it."

Penny decided not to let Anora or Eleanor know about the conversation she had had with Winky.

"Well Wolf Girl, Slayer Girl, as touching as this is, I need to pop off. Don't want Boss Girl to throw a hissy fit. Oh, and remember, my stake is always available if you're craving the joys of impalement. Ciao."

He vanished leaving Penny with a dumbfounded expression on her face.

"Did he just compare his dick to a stake and refer to sex as impalement," she asked.

Anora giggled, "He's not wrong. But I'm not interested in his stake yet."

"You're interested in it?"

"Well, it is flattering to have The Vampire express interest, especially after so many pathetic boys just wanted to get into my knickers for my fame or my money or other bragging rights. He's also handsome in that dangerous kind of way. Plus, they call him the Crimson Fucker, part of me really wants to find out if he lives up to the billing. But that's later. I want you first."

"Really," she asked hopefully.

"Yes. But…let's take things slowly please. I might be more confident and forthright as Anora but, I've been burned a lot. Not that I think you'll burn me but…"

"It'll take time to get over that worry," finished Penny sadly.

"Yeah…so fancy a trip across the pond?

"You mean a trip to England?"

"Yep. It's super easy, barely an inconvenience for me to get over there now. Plus, I think we'd both be more comfortable on a bed without a sex smell seeping under the door and without Hofstadter having easy access."

"True," replied Penny with a grimace, "But won't they be suspicious if we don't sleep on their couch."

Anora waved a hand, and Penny was suddenly able to see a set of 6 hourglass earrings adorning Anora's ears.

"A few hours back in time and they won't even realize it," Anora replied dismissively, "As long as you're hugging me when I activate the turners, you should be safe."

"Honey, did you just ask me for a hug in the same way Sheldon would?"

"If he had time travel earrings, probably," Anora admitted with a shrug, "The teleport will also likely work better if you hug me."

"Isn't it a bit late for England?"

"I know a few places that are always open…or should always be open. If not, I know a place where we can do a quick jump back in time."

"Well as long as you have a plan."

Penny walked over and hugged Anora. Anora's eyes widened for a moment before returning to normal. Then she wrapped her own arms around Penny and teleported them away.


[Scene Change]

Penny opened her eyes and looked around. They were in some dirty street alley behind a pair of dumpsters.

"Really Anora?"

"No Wix use this alley as a teleport point because it's too far away. The non-magicals don't monitor it because there aren't any important shops nearby. Also ,the fact it's an alley that goes through both sides means that anyone watching will assume that we just walked from the other street."

"That's…a lot more thought out than I was expecting," Penny admitted.

"Well, any idiot can use Magic. It takes actual brains to use Magic in a way that doesn't risk the secret being blown wide open. Let's get going. We've got more interesting places to be."

They walked until they came across a store called the Leaky Cauldron. Anora gestured to Penny that the store was their destination. They went into the store and Anora pulled her over to one side. Anora pulled out her wand and cast a couple spells and they were both dressed in bulky, not at all flattering, black robes.

"There we go, darling," said Anora, loud enough for the eavesdropping drunks to overhear, "Now we can dress like proper witches since we're no longer in Muggle London. I swear if the Apparition points in Diagon proper weren't hit or miss with incoming Wix, I wouldn't even bother with the alley we used."

That apparently satisfied everyone's curiosity enough to get them to go back to their drinks.

"Can I get you ladies anything," asked a blonde-haired woman from behind the bar.

"You hungry Penelope or should we go on to Gringotts?"

"Let's handle Gringotts first, Anora, assuming the kitchen will be open later?"

"It usually is," admitted the woman, "Old Tom has me working nights anyway so whipping up a quick meal is a welcome change."

"Then we'll see you later."

Anora guided Penny out the backdoor and into another alley. She tapped a sequence of bricks with her wand and stepped back. Penny watched awestruck as the bricks folded in on themselves and slowly disappeared into the side walls.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," proclaimed Anora, as she led Penny through into the alley proper.

They quickly made their way to the marble building at the end. The goblins standing guard gave them sharp nods of acknowledgment which they returned before entering the bank. Before Anora could approach one of the tellers, she was gestured to by a goblin near the back. They wound up following him through the labyrinth of passageways to an ornate office door. Once inside the office, Anora went to one knee like the knights in those King Arthur movies. Penny quickly followed Anora's lead.

"Rise," came a gravelly voice that was pleased, "First formalities will be observed."

Two daggers and parchments were presented to them. Anora took the dagger and cut her hand, allowing the blood to fall on the parchment before healing the wound, cleaning the blade and handing the blade back to the goblin, hilt first. Penny followed Anora's lead. She was surprised that her hand healed quickly and saw Anora clean the blade for her. The goblin took both pieces of parchment and looked over them.

"Eleanor or Anora this time, Warrior," he asked.

"Anora, King Ragnar. It also appears that our previous bet is a wash."

The goblin's lips twitched into a smile, "Indeed. Though you did keep House Black and gained three more houses on top of it. Let's deal with Slayer Summers first as her situation is much simpler."

"Considering I'm a walking complication," retorted Anora amused.

"You said it, Warrior not me. Now Slayer Summers, because you've chosen a vampire who wasn't created by demons as your primary boon companion, you are eligible for the Lady Summers title. Would you like to assume the title?"

"Anora, should I?"

"I think it would be beneficial for you to do so, but the decision must be yours and yours alone."

Penny nodded, "So…what happens if I do accept?"

"You accept responsibility for growing the family's fortunes," replied Ragnar, "You must also make sure it survives to the next generation. You are the one who must honor alliances made and any debts."

"Are there any debts? I have enough trouble with my credit cards as it is without another debt."

"You would be surprised how few people ask that question, Slayer Summers. No, the Summers family has no outstanding debts in the magical world. There are also no outstanding marriage contracts that need fulfilling. Your ancestor Boudicca despised the practice, so the family has never adopted it."

Penny let out a sigh of relief, "Then I accept the Summers Ladyship."

Ragnar pulled out a ring box and slid it across his desk toward Penny. She opened it and spotted a beautiful gold ring with a blue sapphire as its gemstone. There was an engraving that Penny couldn't read on it.

"Celtic," replied Ragnar, "Suffer No Traitors. Considering the Romans betrayed her following her husband's death, it is fitting. She asked the Goblin King at the time to sequester the children that she and her daughters were forced to bear by the back-stabbing Romans. She knew that she and her public heirs would likely die against Rome but did not want the Romans to get everything. We were saddened to see her fall but honored that she would choose us to protect her legacy even after our failure with her husband's will."

Penny carefully picked up the ring and slipped it onto her finger. She felt a wave of magic encompass her. She felt that the ring approved of her. Why she had no idea. She wasn't much of a warrior from what little she knew of her ancestor.

"Your family has no enemies left. The Roman families that specifically wronged your clan have been exterminated over the years. We've refrained from investing in Rome and quite a few Italian businesses to honor your ancestor's wishes. Likewise, we've invested heavily in England's Norfolk region where Boudicca's kingdom was before Rome destroyed it. The Summers family vaults are very well off on account of you being the first to access it in generations.

"Your allies are a bit of a contradiction. Both the Crimson Fucker and his enemies the Belmonts are your allies. The Summers have maintained neutrality in their conflict but have helped both against the Catholic Church. Through the Belmonts, you are also allied with the Graves family. Like the Belmonts, your family has helped the Graves with every enemy except the Crimson Fucker. It was only in more modern times that your family stopped assisting the Crimson Fucker as much as it did the monster hunters. We suspect interference by the Council of Watchers. Thankfully, by accidentally falling under the protection of Warrior Anora, you can avoid their manipulations."

Ragnar paused and waited for Penny to nod before continuing.

"As for assets, there are a multitude of melee weapons in the Summers vault along with books detailing everything your line knows about various monsters. There are also a couple discreet magical foci and charms. Monetarily, you are one of our most well-off clients. Even if you outdo the Weasleys your family will live comfortably. Though I would advise not to emulate their spending habits."

"What about non-magical money," asked Penny.

Ragnar gestured to Anora.

"I take it that transferring funds to the States' branch and converting it there is still the smart play," asked Anora.

"Yes," replied Ragnar, "The British Incompetency hasn't closed that loophole yet."

"Then you should do that Penny. Even with the fees of opening the new vault and transferring the money, it'll come out cheaper. Plus, it won't subsidize a corrupt and incompetent government."

"How much would you recommend I transfer?"

"15,000 Galleons. After fees that should convert to 105,000 American dollars," replied Ragnar.

"Um…taxes," asked Penny.

"Provided you give us authorization, we at Gringotts would be more than happy to make sure you never have to worry about taxes beyond the sales tax on your purchases."

"Do it," advised Anora, "Especially if you plan to have them actively investing the vault's money, you don't want to have to deal with the taxes. I saw the forms once out of curiosity," she shuddered.

"What do I need to do to give you authorization," Penny asked, not wanting to deal with anything that caused Anora to shudder in horror.

Ragnar chuckled and pushed forward a piece of parchment. Anora held her hand until Penny had fully read it then released it so that she could sign it.

"How do I use the currency in the vault," Penny asked after signing the contract.

"Gringotts will provide you with a debit card that is specifically tied to that vault. Any other questions, Slayer Summers?"

"If Gringotts deals with non-magical currency, does that mean the various family vaults in Gringotts have non-magical currency in them?"

"It does."

"Is the currency automatically kept up to date?"

"It is not."

Penny's eyes got a wicked gleam to them, "I'd like to establish a business selling that currency in the non-magical world. I would want to purchase the old non-magical currency for its face value from the various Gringotts vaults and then sell it for its true value to the collectors. I'd like the old currency that we're using as stock for this to be put into a separate vault exclusively for the business that cannot be spent. The contents can only be taken out after they are sold to a collector."

Ragnar laughed with glee, "You've chosen well, Warrior Anora. Slayer Summers will make a good partner for you. Gringotts would be interested in such a business. It would be a good project for our 'Muggleborn' employees to do that would be overlooked by the British Incompetency. Now how do you propose we split the profits?"

"Well, I want most of the profits reinvested in the business. I know there are pawn shops that sell coins and if we're going to last in the market, we need to start acquiring their stock. It would also be good to have people visiting estate sales to buy any currency collections that pop up there. So 50% back into the business, 25% to Gringotts and 25% back to me."

"Hmmm. Gringotts is doing most of the work here."

"True but without the idea the old currency is just sitting in the vault. Plus, Gringotts will be making money off the money that I'm going to allow you to invest from the Summers family at…Anora what's a good rate?"

"I typically give Gringotts 35% of the profits off investments."

"That rate on the investments."

Ragnar rubbed his chin for a moment, "Very well, provided you allow us to gain 35% profit off of investments made with the Summers vault, I can agree to the proposed profit split for the currency business."

"I'd check with the ICW and the various ministries after you've acquired all the non-magical currency in the vaults. You might be able to get reimbursed for preventing a multitude of Statute of Secrecy breaches by idiot Wixen trying to spend outdated money," offered Anora.

"Split that profit in fourths, with a fourth being reinvested into the business and the other fourth going to Anora for the idea."

Ragnar nodded, "I doubt the reimbursements will be a consistent source of profit but perhaps our lawyers can figure out a way to keep the governments paying to keep our business afloat. Anything else, Slayer Summers?"

"Not now. I've got to think about what I want to do now that I have a way to pay my bills that isn't reliant on the Cheesecake Factory."

"Alright. So, Warrior Anora, as I mentioned earlier, you have the Black family now. It's time for you to don the ring,"

He slid the ring box over and Anora took the ring out of the box. She focused her magic and transmuted the metal into platinum. Then she slipped it onto her finger.

"After that, we've got the Crimson Fucker's title, Count Tepes. He has never been one to deal with finances so congratulations, you're head of the family as far as Gringotts is concerned. Here's the ring."

Anora slipped a gold ring with a blood red ruby onto her finger.

"We're up to what 7 titles," she asked.

"Yep. You can thank those bored French bastards for this next one," replied Ragnar with a sigh, "You apparently qualify for the Dantes line. The Flamels created the magical line as a joke just to see if they could. You must have lived a life very close to that of the novel's protagonist. Since you successfully faked your death after your imprisonment by the Bearded Meddler for most of your childhood, you now fully qualify. There's enough money in that vault for you to buy a tropical island should your revenge plots not work."

"Well, I guess I know which vault is funding the economic warfare I plan to wage on my enemies."

She opened the box. It was a gold ring with a set of three gems melded together, a sapphire, a white diamond and a ruby in that order from left to right. The crest was a pair of broken shackles on top of a chest of gold coins. The motto was in French and translated to Misfortune to Fortune; No treachery left unpaid. She slipped the ring onto her finger and got a small headache as her knowledge of French was fully updated and the knowledge of sword dueling was thrust into her head. A headache potion appeared.

"Thank you Kreacher," she replied as she downed the potion.

"You might need another one of those in a moment, Warrior Anora. This next title is a headache even for me," he slid a new box across the desk.

She opened it up and saw a ring entirely made of black onyx with a red ruby as its gem. There was a Greek inscription.

"In Death, Just Rewards," translated Ragnar, "I'd advise putting that ring on now before we continue."

She did so and got a headache as Latin and Greek were hammered into her head. Kreacher supplied another headache potion which she quaffed quickly.

"So now we get to the part of the discussion that we're both going to hate," began Ragnar, "You're not human anymore. What you are though, even our tests are at a loss to explain. The Gods have never blood adopted anyone before now. This is compounded by the fact that you were not completely human to begin with. At the moment, we should proceed as if you would eventually become an Olympian."

"I'm assuming the part that I'm going to hate is once I'm fully established as one of them, I become subjected to their rules."

"Yes. The Thunderer does like to bury his kin and those that fall under his dominion in rules," replied Ragnar unhappily, "One of these rules normally forbids the Olympians from living among mortals. This rule is frequently ignored. Most Olympians have more transitory lifestyles than you're establishing with one or two exceptions. However, you'd also be unable to establish a home on Olympus, currently located in New York City atop the Empire State Building. There are three main reasons for this. One: you haven't been properly recognized as being part of the pantheons except by your new parents. Two: Olympus is the Thunderer's home first and foremost so unless you have his blessing you cannot live there. Three: you do not have a 'divine' form yet. I suspect you won't develop that form for some time as unlike most of the other Olympians you are slowly coming into your non-Wixen powers rather than being born into them."

He took a breath and then continued.

"That ring will hide you from the Thunderer until such time as you are ready to deal with him. Luckily, neither Lord nor Lady Pluton are in a rush for you to join the Olympians properly. They believe it would be best for your powers to develop over time. In the meantime, we need to prepare for situations that will likely happen, perhaps much sooner than expected."

Anora had a bad feeling about this, "What are you trying to slowly break to me King Ragnar?"

"Olympians are not allowed to personally raise their own mortal children. By edict of the Thunderer, they must leave the demigod child with the mortal parent or another caretaker. Failing that, they are required to drop the child off at Camp Half Blood or the Roman camp depending on which of your aspects conceived and carried the child."

Anora saw red and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

"Why do I have a feeling Demigod children have Slayer lifespans," remarked Penny.

"Because they usually do," admitted Ragnar, "Which is why I am not amused by this situation as it jeopardizes several family lines as well as the fortunes associated with them. It would be a poor end to those families for their assets to pass to the unworthy cretins that have spent their lives working against the last holder of the titles."

"I assuming that edict," Anora spat the word, "applies to me even though I do not yet fully qualify as an 'Olympian.'"

"That is what we suspect. It is, unfortunately, better to abide by the shortsighted command than it would be to ignore it. With your luck the edict will already apply and ignoring it might very well break the Pluton ring's enchantment and expose you to some of the worst of the Thunderer's attentions."

"So, what can I do," asked Anora, "Is there a way to work…"

Penny's eyes lit up as she remembered something Ragnar had mentioned while discussing her ancestors.

"Honey, do you trust me," she asked, interrupting Anora.

"Yes. Both Eleanor and I trust you, Penelope."

"Could you go pick up food? With how many families you're in control of, I think we'll be here a while discussing things. I'll stay here with King Ragnar and discuss a few minor details."

Anora gave Penny a look but nodded, before turning to Ragnar, "Would you like anything, King Ragnar?"

"Fish and chips if you do not mind, Warrior Anora. It is one of those rare human meals I find myself craving every so often."

"Very well. I'll be back."


[Perspective Shift]

"Is there a way to hide knowledge so that Anora can't accidentally find it when she looks me in the eyes?"

Ragnar scratched his chin for a moment.

"I believe a version of the Fidelius charm would work. While I cannot modify or cast the spell myself, I know someone who can, that I trust to be discreet."

"Is it possible for Gringotts to 'protect' Anora's legacy much like it did for my ancestor Boudicca?"

Ragnar paused, "I believe we could. However, Gringotts cannot foot the bill for such an enterprise. I may be King, but I still must justify my actions to my advisors."

"Gringotts won't have to. This falls under the Summers family alliance with the Tepes line. I'll put up the money needed to establish the houses, pay for supplies and the salaries of the people taking care of Anora and Eleanor's legacy."

"That is quite a commitment, Slayer Summers."

"I would rather not have to leave Anora if one of us falls pregnant," replied Penny, "Which is an absolutely stupid rule. Not raising a kid on Olympus, sure that makes sense. Not raising the kid at all is just stupid."

"You will hear no arguments from me on that front," replied Ragnar, agreeing with her, "It will be a significant portion of your fortune though, especially since Olympian females do not have the same experience that humans do with pregnancy."

Penny gave him a questioning look.

"There are multiple children with different fathers in the Love Goddess's cabin who are nonetheless the same age."

"Oh…" replied Penny as she connected the dots, "Well perhaps we can establish a town around the houses that would bring in the money that we'd use for the protection detail. It'd be a long-term investment, and I probably need Anora's help to figure out how to justify the town but…"

"That should work. Let me summon Filius so that we can get this spell taken care of before Warrior Anora gets back."


[Perspective Shift]

Anora came back with the food, and they took a few minutes to eat. Then business resumed.

"Slayer Summers tells me you wish to gain economic revenge on those that have wronged you?"

"Yes. They've had their victory for long enough. Now it's time for them to start paying for it."

"Let's confirm the enemy list. Albus Dumbledore, the Potters, the Dursleys, the Weasleys, the Ministry, the Malfoys and any other followers of the Dark Lord, is that correct?"

"Correct, King Ragnar."

"The Ministry is the government, right," asked Penny.

"Yes, Penelope."

"How do you plan to avenge yourself on a government?"

"By aiding those they despise, specifically werewolves and vampires, both of whom the Ministry views as sub-human. So, let's establish areas for them that the Ministry doesn't know about. I think I read about some towns that have been abandoned since World War II. If we can clean up the issues with them, they would make good locations to relocate the vampires and werewolves."

"We'll need to negotiate with Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II," remarked Ragnar, "Provided you also allow Muggleborn to relocate there or establish a separate town for them then I believe we should have no issues."

"Why," asked Penny.

Ragnar and Anora exchanged a look.

"The Ministry's official stance is that any worthy Wixen can find gainful employment in the Wizarding World," began Ragnar, "Unfortunately 'worthy' to the Ministry means Pureblood, Wixen with all Wixen in their families and select Halfbloods. Muggleborn, those with two non-magical parents, need not apply for anything beyond delivery boy or secretary."

"Add to that the Muggleborn don't even have the equivalent of a high school education, and you've got a bunch of people who are unemployed with superpowers. Werewolves and vampires have similar employment issues. So, giving those three groups somewhere else to find employment, hell just making sure they have housing while they find a job, will both cut down the homeless problem and make it less likely you've got superpowered people going around and committing crimes."

"So, the towns are potentially solving a problem in non-magical Britain if she lets you use them but do nothing for her if she keeps them as is," summarized Penny.

"Correct, Slayer Summers. Going to Her Majesty also shows respect for her as the primary sovereign over these lands both magical and non-magical. It allows us to dot the i's and cross the t's as you humans say and cuts off the one legal avenue that the Ministry could use to complain about our 'usurpation of their power.'"

"Secrecy contracts are going to be a requirement," continued Anora, "We cannot risk this being found out by the likes of Dumbledore, Lupin and whoever replaced Umbridge."

Ragnar nodded, "We'll draw up a strict contract that prevents them from discussing it with anyone not already in the know."

"We're also banning the Floo Network from the town. The Ministry watches that. The Knight Bus should only be summoned in the closest town that's not under the secrecy contract. I'd also like to establish Apparition points for both departing and arriving back to town. Those should act as security checkpoints, checking the residents for Polyjuice, glamor charms, and tracking charms.

"Anyone who doesn't agree to the security precautions is cut loose with their memories of the town and procedures removed. I expect the Ministry, the Death Eaters and potentially Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix to attack the towns should they find out about them. So, we need to take proper precautions to avoid that."

"Sensible Warrior Anora," replied Ragnar jotting down some notes, "Now what should be the town's primary occupation for those that cannot find gainful employment otherwise?"

"An idea that I've been toying with is reclaiming all the metal that the mundanes just throw into the trash and either bury or dump in the sea. If we can get that metal and melt it down into ingots, we can resell it or use it for our own crafting projects. Same with glass, particularly in the mundane towns that double as 'college towns.' We can save money by transfiguring the rest of the waste into fuel for the forges."

"We'll need a lot of house elves," observed Ragnar, "They're best suited for collection and cleaning the metal before it goes to the smiths for reforging. They might also be the ones best suited to transfiguring the rest into fuel. However, it has potential. I see us easily getting Her Majesty's blessing for that project as she is concerned about the environmental impact her citizens have on the country."

"Are there enough house elves," wondered Penny.

There was a soft pop as Kreacher popped in, "House elves need work to avoid boredom. Greatest Mistress Black and her mate have created greatest amount of work for house elves. House elves will be excited to work even part time on this. House elves will make sure there are enough house elves for work. Kreacher suggests that Greatest Mistress Black bind these elves to her so they not rat out her secrets."

Then he popped out.

"Was he listening the entire time," asked Penny.

"You don't want to know," replied Ragnar with a shake of his head, "For the devoted elves, like the ones associated with Warrior Anora, assume that they listen and leave it at that."

"Moving on," began Anora, "For the werewolf residents, I want each of them to be given an expandable trunk that's capable of hosting a small parcel of woods. On the full moon, I want them ported into the trunk and shut inside along with prey to hunt and other things for them to play with. The trunks will only open the next morning. This should remove the need for Wolfsbane since the ingredients for it are artificially expensive. For vampires, underground dwellings. Ideally under the existing houses but honestly, I have no idea if werewolves and vampires can co-exist or if there's some truth to the trope of them fighting. Separate towns if they really can't stand each other.

"With regard to blood, mundane hospitals and blood banks have a lot of blood that they must get rid of due to diseases, contaminants or because it's at the end of its shelf life. If we can discreetly acquire that blood, that should solve a lot of the food problem. That said, we might have to mix the blood with wine to make it drinkable. Make it a brand like Du Sang (AN at end) and any excess could be sold to vampires who aren't in the town to make some of our money back. If blood is needed beyond that…well it might be possible to create living blood banks through blood replenishment potions. Either just have volunteers donate some blood or find people like confirmed guilty death row inmates that we can replace with golems and then use for blood. The main thing is to prevent the vampires from going on a killing spree in the town or leading trouble back to the town."

Ragnar nodded, "I'll run the ideas by some of my advisors and come up with a workable plan. What vault do you want to fund these towns and the industries within till they begin to return a profit?"

"Dantes. This is part of the revenge plot after all.

"What next, Warrior Anora?"

"Let's continue with my former Muggle relatives as they're the easiest to deal with. I want to purchase Grunnings Drills and have Gringotts audit it. Considering how many new cars and expensive gifts I saw, Vernon had to be getting extra money from somewhere. Then I want every house in the neighborhood except my relative's house purchased. I want to remove the Dursleys' allies from the neighborhood and do a bad turn to all the people who ignored the clearly abused child. Then rent the houses to either immigrants or discreet Muggleborns.

"Now the reason I want to rent rather than sell is because I want control of the Homeowners' Association or HOA. Once we have control of the HOA, I want to use it to force certain upgrades to the houses. Solar panels, recycling bins, energy efficient HVAC units and other improvements that will upgrade the value of the houses. This will force the Dursleys who own their own home to either pay for their refusal to change thanks to HOA fees or pay for changes they can't stand. We're taking their precious pathetically bland version of 'normal' from them and making them pay for the privilege.

"Next on the list, my birth parents. They're harder to plan for as I don't know them as well. I want to start purchasing their investments out from under them. From the stories I heard at Hogwarts, Potter seems like the type who values short-term cash over long-term gains. I want to use that to our advantage. Then I want to employ the best lawyers to figure out the legality of all their dealings, political and otherwise. I want all of the Potter dealings since 1981 put under scrutiny."

Ragnar's eyes lit up with evil glee, "That could cause all sorts of problems for the Incompetency. If the Potter Wizengamot vote was mishandled, they'll have to redo all the laws passed with the fraudulent vote as well as all the laws that only failed thanks to the same fraudulent vote. Even better once the votes are questioned, it'll force all the politicians into taking the magical oath of office. Since most of them haven't been serving the 'good of the realm' that'll create more problems for the Wizarding 'Elite.'"

"More importantly it causes a mess that Dumbledore has no choice but to pay attention to. That will distract him from things happening closer to his precious kingdom's borders, specifically Hogsmeade. For one of the few Wizarding Villages in Magical Britain, it's rather small. I think it's time for some new shops. Penelope, darling, any ideas for what shops to make available to a bunch of repressed, easily bored teenagers and young adults?"

"Considering how bad wizarding clothes seem to be, perhaps a non-magical style clothing store. If the clothes must be magical in some way perhaps you can use those rune thingies to imbue the clothing with benefits like things that'll keep the shorts from tearing or the skirt from flipping up in a strong breeze."

"That's a good start," admitted Anora, "I want to start adding in stores that will appeal to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang during the next Triwizard Tournament hosted at Hogwarts. I'm picturing eateries with cuisine from the schools' home countries. Those have the best chance of existing outside of the tournament without being a consistent drain on our own finances especially if they also sell alcohol from those countries.

"I'd also like to establish a bookstore that caters to both groups by having books in their languages, specifically books they would need at their schools as well as translations of books that are common to Wizarding Britain. Ideally, I'd like the shop to offer translation services so that the non-Hogwarts students could bring in the English book they want translated and we provide it."

"Honey, don't you have time travel powers and the ability to learn languages through mind reading?"

"That's brilliant Penelope. Since I'm quitting the Cheesecake Factory, I need something else to do. I can easily do the translation work once I learn the Durmstrang languages. I'll need the proper non-magical certifications so that the guys don't question it."

"That will be easy to arrange," replied Ragnar, "Which languages do you need the certification for?"

"Hindi, Yiddish, Tamil, Sanskrit, Punjabi, French, and Greek for now. I'll make a trip to Russia soon and pick up the former Eastern Bloc languages there. I've been meaning to go Giant hunting."

Ragnar nodded, "Well if you can provide the translations, Gringotts can arrange for our Muggleborn employees to polish the manuscripts into actual books. We need projects for them to do so every one of these ideas helps."

"Is it me or do you have a lot of Muggleborn employees," asked Penny.

"We do. While we did touch on the subject earlier, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth asked us as one royal to another to attempt to solve the unemployment crisis that the Magical Ministry's bigoted practices were creating. She asked Gringotts to provide employment for any that fell through the cracks in exchange for certain concessions. The concessions are important enough that we accepted the deal, but we have been losing money on this. Putting the Wix to work will help stymie that. I know several who have business ideas but lack a sponsor that's well regarded by the government. Warrior Anora's status is sufficient that even without claiming her government positions or revealing herself fully to the 'high society' she could serve as a patron."

"If those businesses make sense, I'll agree to use the Pluton vault to fund them though for simplicity's sake say that Lady Black is the sponsor. The Wix seem to get twitchy when the Founder lines are mentioned, and I don't even want to know what their reaction would be to the 'foreign' titles being the sponsor."

"I'll put together a list for you to look over. We will likely need another meeting to work out the exact details for financing and the profit split. With 9 titles, things got much more complicated."

"So, the book store's taken care of," observed Penny, "What else do you want to put in Hogsmeade?"

"We're not quite done with the bookstore. To make money in the short term, I want the store to stock Muggle books. I want both an extensive fiction section and an academic section, specifically including the books that the Muggleborns would need to pass their A Levels. To make it less objectionable to the Incompetency, I want the books repackaged so they look like magical books. So hard back covers made of leather and parchment for the pages. I think that will keep your employees busy while allowing me to take my time with the translations."

"That will do nicely," replied Ragnar smiling.

"So can we now move on to other stores," asked Penny with an excited gleam in her eyes, "I've got a bunch of ideas."

"Certainly," agreed Anora.

"You said that the teenagers were repressed right," asked Penny.

"Yes,"

"Hear me out. Adult entertainment, both a toy store and a 'gentleman's' club, shooting gallery, dance club and a casino and is sports betting a thing?"

"It is," replied Ragnar with a frown, "It would be good to get an established center for it without another Bagman trying to default on his bets."

"I'll have to put together a fuller list of ideas, but I can't think of anything that would annoy an old moralizing geezer more than that collection of stores."

"You are certainly correct, Slayer Summers. I would suggest adding in a wizard dueling center."

"Agreed," replied Anora, "Honestly, we could probably add a gladiatorial style arena and have melee contests."

"You may need to make your identity as Lady Black public to win support for this," cautioned Ragnar.

"That will wait until we're closer to ready. I want most of these buildings to be completed quickly if we must get some sort of political approval. Less chance for the politicians to change their minds."

"Very well, we'll begin discreetly acquiring materials that we'll need to build the buildings that have been mentioned so far and building plans. It may take some time as I understand many of these things are more common in Muggle towns."

"We've got time. This is just the first wave. Ideally, we should time the mess with the Potter vote, so it triggers right when we're about ready to build in Hogsmeade. That will keep Dumbledore fully distracted while we make the changes to the village and by the time he notices it'll be too late."

Ragnar nodded, "I'll send you a list of the businesses that the Muggleborn want to start, and we can go over that in more detail on your next visit."

"A couple last items to discuss. I'd like you to begin acquiring the factories that produce lemon drops and the Chudley Cannons Quidditch Team. The next phase of my plan involves both. Also, Remus Lupin is not to find out about the werewolf or vampire towns. That wolf is Dumbledore's bitch, and I don't trust him."

"Understood. We will make sure that he does not find out."


[Scene Change]

"Why are you trying to catch that building on fire with your eyes, Anora," asked Penny as they were eating ice cream at Fortescue's (They'd apparently been in Gringotts for hours dealing with the initial plans for Hogsmeade and fixing the various family finances).

"Because if it just vanished things would be simpler," admitted Anora, "That was the first business I invested in. By Tartarus, had things turned out differently I'd probably be working for them as a Runes Mistress. Maybe more…I thought about going to them when I fled but I couldn't trust them not to fall prey to the Weasley family magics. I couldn't trust that the bearded goat wouldn't find me there. So, I cut them out and haven't looked back. Now that I'm going to be going after my enemies, that includes their family. I have to deal with them one way or another."

"You're scared that they actually betrayed you and you're scared that they didn't and that you cut them out for nothing more than paranoia."

"Yeah," admitted Anora pensively, "I also don't want to open back up old feelings."

"Anora, as weird as it is for me to say this, I won't mind if you want to bring in more people. True, I want you for myself for a bit, but I don't mind sharing."

Anora turned and looked at Penny with a confused look, "I…I'm not sure this is how the conversation's supposed to go."

"Winky might have told me about certain inclinations. In any case, you don't have to deal with them now. Hell, you've had enough 'interesting' information dropped on you today. Let's just eat our ice cream, pick up some to go, get some food from that tavern to go and head back. We can have a picnic on the roof. Then tomorrow, we kick Christy and Howard out of the apartment, Winky cleans it and we move the TV into your room and we cuddle on your bed. If more things happen, great. If they don't, that's fine too. Honestly, I've sped into so many horrible relationships that it'd be good to take one slow. I want this one to last, Anora."

"That's a good idea. Let's finish this and head out. Kreacher can get the takeout for later."

They finished their ice cream and vanished. A few minutes later, a tall man in a black cloak came through the alley, cloak billowing behind him. He scowled realizing that he just missed what he was after. Deciding to make the most of the trip now that his primary objective was foiled, he headed toward Knockturn Alley. Perhaps he'd find something interesting there.


[Perspective Shift]

"Gred," began Forge (still) Weasley, "Do we know an Anora Hydra Black?"

"No, Forge. What does she look like?"

"Well, I'm not sure if I got the runes right for Mellony's prototype for the 'camera' actual cool name still pending but a bit short for a woman, maybe five feet tall, athletic build even under those horrible black robes Britain makes witches wear, shoulder length black hair with crimson highlights, sharp regal features and bloodstone-colored eyes. The right eyebrow has some sort of faint scar cutting through it."

"Was it connected to a larger scar?"

"Nope. Or at least not to a visible scar. Makeup is a thing Gred, especially for women."

"True Forge. So why do you mention her?"

"Well, you know those looks that Mellony used to send our way when we really fucked up or you know the others?"

"Yeah…"

"Well…picture that and add a layer of spontaneous combustion to it."

"Did we do anything to Anora Hydra Black?"

"That's the thing, I don't think we did. I don't think we know Anora Hydra Black. Think that would have made news back when Padfoot was trying to break into Hogwarts."

"Pity the Grim Old Place is closed up. We could check the tapestry."

"True, Gred. Anything else?"

"Well, the blonde she was with was called Penny Summers and it looked like they were on a date or at least sharing ice cream together. They talked and left at the same time."

"Gred, why is my Twin sense telling me you're avoiding the important part?"

"Bruce showed up mere minutes after they left."

"Bruce? I thought he was holed up in his own apothecary after getting the boot?"

"Well apparently today was an exception and he was definitely looking for Anora."

"That's odd. If we don't know Anora, how does he know Anora well enough to look for her?"

"What if her name isn't actually Anora but something else?"

"But Bruce doesn't like people?"

"So who does he not like the least?"

"Or who does he need to seek out despite not liking them?"

There was a pause.

"You don't think…"

"Perhaps, brother of mine."

"Should we send an owl?"

"But with what generic message?"

"We can figure that out later. So, Marauders' Password or our actual password?"

"Actual."

There was another long pause.

"Brother of mine, there's a slight problem."

"What's that Forge?"

"I haven't the foggiest idea what to say in the actual message either."

"Well Fuck!"


[Scene Change]

While resting on Sheldon's couch, with Penny sleepily cuddling against her, Anora had shifted back to Eleanor. Eleanor went over the memories of her time as Anora. She was fine with everything that had happened with Anora piloting her. She was interested in Penny but had been too cautious to admit it. She hadn't wanted to ruin her first genuine friendship with a woman by involving romance and sex of all things.

She knew how both those things worked in theory. In practice, it was very much how Anora described. She knew too many people were interested in her for the wrong reasons. Too many of those same people had betrayed her in one way or another. There had been people she had been interested in (she hadn't been naive enough to pretend that the Wizarding World would let her stay unmarried long). Neville had been sweet. Blaise Zabini had been interesting and an amusing wit when the two of them had been able to meet up to talk runes (for some reason Dumbledore hadn't allowed her to take the class instead she had been stuck in Divination, ugh). The twins were fun, but she wasn't going to wreck what they had with Angelina and Alicia (even if those two were bitchy at times). Plus, she had decided early on that she didn't want to give Molly the Banshee Weasley any legitimate source of power over her.

Girls hadn't really caught her fancy at Hogwarts…well except Luna. But Luna was Luna. Luna was a fellow outcast and a good friend. So, the fact that she had begun to like Penny was unexpected. Or was it? She hadn't gone to Hogwarts for long after getting bit by Greyback at the Ministry fight. The Potters had unintentionally done her a favor by revealing themselves once Voldemort had been grievously wounded. So maybe she would have been more open to women once the wolf integrated with her. Or maybe she'd always been interested in women but had suppressed that because she knew it wouldn't be accepted before she fled Britain.

She supposed it didn't really matter. Luna had mentioned that there were potions and spells that could make same sex relationships work the few times it had come up in their talks. Eleanor had taken Luna's word for it. After all, her last name was Lovegood. If anyone in Wizarding Britain knew about love and sex, then it was the Lovegoods. In any case, all aspects of her liked Penny (even the vampire part of her found Penny delightfully amusing) and she was glad that Penny was willing to take this slow.

She was excited that Penny was helping her get revenge on the Wizarding World. The ideas she had would make Dumbledore choke on his damned lemon drops. True she'd have to deal with whoever the Minister was to get everything truly ready, but it would be a small price to pay. Her eyes went wide as she suddenly had an evil idea. Make a copy of Hogwarts and have each floor be a specific type of shop. The dungeons would consist of two sections: a front and the back. The front would be various food places since that's where the kitchens were in the real Hogwarts. The back, hidden behind a secret door with an age line, would be the adult entertainment stores. She also had the perfect name for the adult toy store: Gelling Together.

She had to restrain herself from cackling and waking up Penny and Sheldon (and Leonard though she didn't really care if she inconvenienced him). The name was innocent. However, all that Dumbledore would see is the beginning of the name Gellert Grindelwald. She idly wondered if there were any relatives of Grindelwald left. If there were and she could get them to manage the shop that would just be deliciously evil.

The Gentleman's club would be The Polished Wand. She would make sure it had both a male and female section. Girls deserved their fun too. Contraceptives would be supplied to each woman that visited or was employed as an entertainer. She wasn't going to let a bunch of pureblood brats knock up her employees. She also wasn't going anywhere near the realm of line theft (the goblins took that seriously though there were exceptions for demigod children usually because the godly parent surrendered parental rights to the mortal parent).

That thought gave her an idea. Perhaps, she should add some subtle references to the pantheon in the mercantile 'Hogwarts'; she really needed to come up with a good name for that. The alcohol glasses could have a discreet reference to Dionysus like dolphins or panthers etched into them. Instead of small pips, the dice could have miniature wheels of fortune to symbolize Tyche. Bows and arrows would be present in the shooting range, some with a moon and some with a sun. Doves and roses would be present in both Gelling Together and The Polished Wand for Aphrodite.

The cash registers at each store would have a small pair of winged sandals etched onto them. She supposed that the bookstore could have owls for Athena. Just like the racetrack for broom races, abraxan, hippogryph and thestral would have lightning bolts for Zeus. That said the bridles for the two horses would have Poseidon and Hades's symbols on them respectively as Poseidon was associated with horses and thestrals were Hades' horse. Demeter would be honored on the dishes as without a good harvest many items on the restaurants' menus wouldn't be offered. Ares would naturally have his symbol on the weapons and near the dueling/melee areas. The entire complex would be dedicated in a way to Nemesis as revenge was the primary motivator so having her symbol scattered around would be redundant. Likewise, it was kind of silly to put symbols to Hecate everywhere as the entire thing was magical and thus would honor her.

The last few were the trickiest to include. She would make sure that there were pomegranate trees planted near the new castle and that there were beverages and foods made from the fruit available at the restaurants. That should provide a reference to her new mother, Persephone. Hestia, the goddess of hearth and home, was tricky. The best idea she had was to have her symbol carved near the hearths that would be used for Floo points. Hephaestus would likely have a store to himself once the werewolf/vampire smithies/glassworks got up and running.

Then there was Hera, Queen of the Gods. Eleanor wanted to include something to tie the place to Hera. In Eleanor's opinion, Hera was one of the 5 Olympians who truly did not get the respect they deserved (Hestia, Hades, Persephone and Hephaestus were the others). But how to include her? Her domains: women, marriage, childbirth and family weren't exactly easy to include in a place like the one Eleanor was designing. Maybe that clothing store of Penny's could be a way to do it. Instead of just having clothing designed to make women feel sexy, have clothing that would make them powerful and imposing. That might work.

Her thoughts were interrupted by movement coming from the hallway. Sheldon emerged in a robe over a set of pajama pants. He turned on the kitchen light and began pouring himself a bowl of cereal. Eleanor carefully scooted herself and Penny over on the couch so that Sheldon could have his normal seat.

"Good morning. Sheldon," she greeted him quietly.

"Good morning, Eleanor," he replied, looking pleased to be able to sit in his spot.

"She's just using me as a pillow and teddy bear. We didn't pull a Wolowitz."

"Of course you didn't. You have manners. Are the both of you feeling better?"

"We're both better than last night. Though speaking of Wolowitz, I could use your help dealing with him."

Sheldon raised an eyebrow.

"I'm planning on billing him to replace every single item he and the skank befouled yesterday and for a professional cleaning service. Unfortunately, I'm not good with computers so I need help looking up the items for the invoice I plan to give Wolowitz. I already know most of the items' names, it's just finding them."

"I believe that I have time to assist after Doctor Who," Sheldon replied after looking pointedly at the TV.

"If you don't mind using subtitles with no volume for now? I'd rather not see what happens if you wake Penny up suddenly."

As if jinxing herself, the door to the loft banged open and Howard Wolowitz appeared wearing Penny's lavender bathrobe.

"Hola Nerdmigos!"

Penny jolted awake, somehow tightening her grip on Eleanor whose immediate thought (other than to kill Wolowitz) was that yep Penny was a Slayer. She had a hell of a grip.

"Penny," she gasped.

"Sorry Eleanor," she replied, loosening her grip, "Huh, I didn't think I was that strong."

The two of them got up and neither was amused when they saw the gleam in Wolowitz's eyes as he saw them. Before he could remark on it, Penny addressed his state of dress.

"That's my bathrobe," she growled.

"Um…yeah sorry about that," replied Wolowitz, "Christy and I took a shower, and I needed clothes to wear as I dried. Speaking of the shower, where did you get your loofa? It just reaches places that mine can't."

"Well, it's yours now," she muttered, looking more than a bit angry.

"Oh…well thanks."

A moment later the whore herself came in and Eleanor had to focus on keeping herself calm. That slattern just set her on edge. Sheldon surprisingly noticed, got up from his own spot and went to the kitchen. He came back later with two cups of tea, one of which he handed to Eleanor, the other he kept as it was becoming clear that his Saturday routine was absolutely ruined. By the time that Eleanor had calmed down enough to focus back on the conversation, Wolowitz and the skank left.

Eleanor blinked, "Um…what did I just miss?"

"The whore as you call her is going to be living with Howard," replied Penny, "So, I doubt we'll be seeing either of them for a while. Especially since he's going to be paying her for sex. So, should we go check out the damage?"

"Yeah…I need to start cleaning it or the funk will never leave the damned loft."

"I thought you were going to hire a professional maid service," remarked Sheldon.

"Unfortunately, it's too expensive to do that and replace all the items I know are ruined. I just want to know what I should be charging Wolowitz for the next few hours of work."

"Ah…well if you can give me the list of items that need to be replaced, I can look them up after…the last 20 minutes of Dr. Who…do you just want the most expensive price, or do you also want me to find the cheapest option?"

"Both. We'll be charging him the higher of the prices though. May I use some paper and a pen?"

Sheldon nodded and she wrote down a list for him. Then she and Penny left the guys to their previously interrupted morning routine and headed back to their own loft.

"Please tell me you can…"

There was a soft pop and Winky appeared, "Winky will be cleaning up for Mistresses. Mistresses will go to Mistress Eleanor's room and relax."

Eleanor knew that arguing with Winky was a no go, so she decided not to, "Winky, how much of the conversation with Ragnar did you overhear?"

"All of it."

"Can you dispose of the sofa and Penny's mattress in the area that's going to have the forge fuel for the towns? While I have no doubts that you'll be able to clean them, I don't think either of us wants to lay on something we know that those two fucked on."

"Winky understands. Winky will send the items to Dobby and Dobby can change them into fuel. Does Mistress Penny want to keep the dirty stuffed bears?"

Penny grimaced, "No."

"Then Winky will get rid of them with trash. Does Winky have Mistress's permission to do metal, glass and fuel plan when she is not cleaning?"

"Yes Winky. Just be discreet…"

"Winky good house elf. Winky knows how to be discreet. Mistresses go relax," replied the elf sternly.

The two of them headed to Eleanor's room which had thankfully been spared from the befoulification. To their surprise, the TV was already set up and there were drinks, food and ice cream available nearby. Eleanor's tent was also set up, so they had a sanitary bath and shower to use while Winky cleaned everything else in the apartment.

"She really does hear everything," muttered Penny.

"Yep. That's why I had to get Winky to be my main elf. Having her listening in is slightly less disturbing than the male elves."

"So, what do you want to watch on the TV?"


AN: Sadly, the name and concept behind Du Sang is not original. I'm shamelessly borrowing it from Rothak's Harry Potter and Hellsing crossover: Nosferatu (ID: 12968615). I highly recommend that story.