Hespera squinted at the windows where a brilliant blue sky announced that she had slept well into the morning. Kreacher was nowhere to be seen and she reckoned he left to fulfill the tasks he was trusted with.

She cast her eyes downward and looked at the lush and fertile garden. It was so unlike the untilled sight she was used to. It was disheartening to think that this pleasing sight dwindled to a pittance.

She heard a soft knock before the door opened and Melania Black swept in, gliding gracefully in lavish dark purple robes.

Hespera felt self-conscious as she smoothed her robes and studied the woman standing before her. Melania's expression showed so much compassion. Her exquisitely-sculpted face was serene and composed.

She gestured toward the settee occupying one corner of the room. Hespera followed at her heels and took a seat next to her.

"I hope you rested well, my dear." Melania smiled and tiny constellations of reflected sunlight seeping through the open window glinted in her eyes.

They were almond-shaped like Orion's but with more blue than grey.

Hespera nodded. "I did, thank you, Mrs Black."

"It's Melania my dear; call me Melania since you're family now. It's regretful that you lost your parents at such young age. I hope that your relatives treated you well," Melania waited expectantly.

Silence fell between them and Hespera allowed herself to consider, fleetingly, what it would be like to have a mother with whom she could share all her secrets, a mother to protect her, a mother who would help her shoulder her burden.

Her wistful thoughts infuriated her but she couldn't stop herself from dreaming knowing that she was not the same girl she was before she stepped into this world.

None of them had ever met her before or heard her story like it happened when she joined the wizarding World in her time. Her origins were mysterious and she could make a fresh start.

For most of her life, Hespera had worked to gain people's acceptance and save her loved ones, eventually becoming the nickname she hated,the Savior. Burdened with the prophecy and Voldemort's thirst for her blood, she had invested as badly as possible in her own life. It hadn't worked like Dumbledore planned and, smugly, she wanted to call it her good-luck curse.

She missed her friends but she believed that she would never really lose those she loved. They were a part of her, always safeguarded in her heart.

She was scared and uncertain, but she was also armed with a soul-deep feeling of invincibility.

Of course, the dark urges she was openly embracing now had always lurked a bit too close to the surface. And in the past year, she had begun to find it more difficult than usual to control them. She had started to question her life and how came Dumbledore trusted her with this mission while he gave her close to no leads.

The things that she used to do without thinking were no longer easily executed. Worst of all, she'd found herself haunted by suspicions and ominous thoughts.

Melania placed her hand over hers, reminding her that she was still there waiting for her answer and intending to get to know her better.

She took a deep, steadying breath, and when she spoke, she did her best to infuse her tone with confidence. It was not her fault that she was abused as a child, not her fault that she was dropped in a basket and left for an uncertain fate.

"My childhood wasn't a happy one. My relatives were muggles, not very tolerant of anything different. It got better with time but I can't say that I would ever miss them. I believe that this is my place, among my kind."

Anger and consternation flashed through Melania's eyes. She took her hand between hers and patted it gently. Hespera recognized the moment Melania let some of her magic free to comfort her.

It was sweet and warm but she knew better. Sirius told her of the sly wit and strong will that lurked beneath his beloved grandmother's perfect surface.

Melania reached out for her and cupped her cheek. ''Forget about them, about everything that transpired before you came back to London and claimed your rightful place. You're Lady Peverell but you're soon to be a Black and Blacks protect their own. From this day on you will never lack for family or love Hespera."

Hespera flinched as she fought the tremors that ran through her body. Melania's warm magic surrounded her like a mother's hug and she realized that the woman was serious about her bold statement.

Even though they met a day ago, she cared about her.

Melania gave her a moment to collect her wits, then coaxed her to stand up.

"I believe that a trip to Diagon alley is in order. The material of your robes is exotic; I've never seen something like it before. However, as Lady Peverell, you will need an extensive wardrobe for leisure and formal meetings. You can never be overdressed; the first impression does matter a great deal."

Considering the statement, which made sense, Hespera remembered Death's words from last night and admitted as her gaze flickered to Melania's elegant robes. ''I traveled to London in a rush so I didn't bring many things with me. Moreover, I was living among muggles. Their trends are not suitable for the kind of circles I'll be frequenting."

Melania beamed at her. ''Then I hope you'll welcome the overabundance of shops I'll be taking you to. Lucretia will welcome the company. She had been forced to put up with Walburga and her tantrums for too long but after last night, I'm sure the spoiled child is not eager to show her face in public."

Melania grinned at her astonished face. "You shouldn't be surprised, my dear. I care about my son's happiness and that girl can't give him what he needs. Orion might seem icy and unruffled and cerebral but he's a good man. He needs a strong, selfless woman that can understand and help him. He'll never hinder you too; I strongly believe that he'll be delighted to help you get acquainted with our society. The truth is, I'm looking forward to helping you as well so don't hesitate to ask whenever you feel lost or overwhelmed."

A rush of love filled her heart at Melania's words and she understood then what she missed all her life. It was finding this kind of female companionship, the kind that cemented the belief that she was no longer alone.

Hespera had found a real friendship with Hermione Granger. However, their circumstances didn't allow for the chance to explore the Wizarding World in-depth and understand what made the Pureblood witches seem different and, in a way,fascinating.

''Thank you," came Hespera's hoarse answer as a swallow of longing seared her throat.

There was a glint of understanding in Melania's light eyes before she smiled and shook her head. ''My apologies for holding you from breakfast. Orion asked me to take care of you until you get settled and I couldn't wait. I must warn you that you should be prepared for similar visits from Lucretia. You can't imagine how delighted she was when you showed up last night. Now, allow me to see to your needs. Tally!"

Tally popped in and bowed. "Mistress Melania called for Tally."

"Please, bring the robes I sent for this morning."

"As Mistress Melania wishes," Tally was back a moment later with black silky robes.

Melania took them from her small arms and held them for Hespera's inspection. "I owled Madam Antoinette this morning. She's a renowned designer who takes commissions from select families. I'm glad she was able to finish this dress which was meant for Lucretia first."

Hespera's eyes studied the sharp-cut design and her fingers itched to run along the material.

she felt ill at ease and blurted. ''I don't want to be a bother, I can buy some clothes later. I'm going to Gringotts anyway so I'll take a stroll in Diagon Alley. I will…"

Whatever silly string of objections she was about to speak was interrupted as Melania raised her hand. "Nonsense. I believe you have the same size as Lucretia, only you're a bit shorter. And you don't need to wait for later, she won't mind. Hespera, you have to start thinking of us as your family. Lucretia is your sister now. So get dressed and let me style your hair. I noticed how it was arranged yesterday and I believe it's Orion's handiwork."

She swore that she heard a snort, but it was so fleeting she couldn't be sure.

Hespera knew that arguing with the woman wasn't going to change her mind. She took the new robes and changed quickly in the bathroom. Her fingers tingled as they glazed over the silver small stars stitched on the collar and her brows furrowed.

Melania nodded as she gave her a once-over. "Perfect. I'm glad I was able to finish the embroidery too. Thank Merlin I did it as soon as I received the silk."

When Hespera looked at her questioningly, Melania's eyes flared before she regained her composure:. 'I'm sorry but haven't you studied Ancient Runes?"

Hespera shook her head and Melania seemed crestfallen. "That's a transgression. As a future Lady, you should've been taught Runes. You will need them for everything; from securing your properties and taking control of the Wards Stone, to stitching a piece of your magic in your children's clothes using the runic thread. It's your commitment as a wife and a mother to do so."

Melania must have noticed her anguished expression for he patted her shoulder. ''But you don't need to worry. I will teach you everything. Your future children will never go without your protection."

Two flags of color burned the apples of her cheeks and Melania chuckled.

Their moment was interrupted when Lucretia joined them after a soft knock.

"Mother, I was looking for you and Tally informed me that you are with Hespera. Oh, excuse my manners, good morning Hespera," Lucretia looked embarrassed at her slip, that until she noticed the robes she was wearing.

"Madam Antoinette managed to finish them? They look great on you Hespera. I believe Ori will be very pleased." She winked, ignoring her mother's sigh.

"Let's help Hespera with her hair then go down. Your father should be waiting for us."

"And Father doesn't like waiting. At least, I have an alibi. I'm taking care of my new sister-in-law so he won't mind," Lucretia's voice was so smug that Hespera couldn't keep her snort.

Her eyes widened but the two women surprised her as they burst out laughing.

"What are your plans for the day?" Arcturus observed airily as he sipped his tea.

"Hespera needs to visit Gringotts for some family business and I will accompany her. Do you need me for something, Father?" Orion replied warily, wondering if his father would bring up the events of last night.

Once again, Arcturus showed how astute he was. He merely smirked and added. ''I think that The Peverell seat had remained vacant for too long. You should help Hespera with her business in Gringotts so she can join us at the earliest. I can't wait to witness the reaction of some fellow Lords."

Orion knew very well how vicious his father was. He had an inkling of the Lords he was talking about.

"And it would be great to watch my suave, sartorial brother with his beautiful, all too powerful fiancée bringing some action to the otherwise boring sessions," Lucretia interceded without being asked.

Even though she was older, Orion knew that she was spoiled and coddled way too much. Being the Heir made his father treat him differently. He didn't blame him for he loved his sister dearly.

"Then I'll make sure to give you a good show Lord Black." Hespera surprised him as she exclaimed.

Arcturus nodded eagerly. "You do that Hespera. As Lucretia said, the last sessions were very boring and some fools started thinking that they could do as they please. We need some balance, we need new blood."

"I agree. The prejudice against Dark Magic started after Grindelwald appeared. The Light faction is taking credit for contributing to the win but they forgot the blood and magic many of us shed," Orion added watching Hespera for a long moment and assessing her reaction.

He knew how much she suffered at the hands of deranged, bigoted, and simply hateful Dark Wizards. He prayed that her past experience wouldn't thwart her new circumstances. She became a Dark Witch, to begin with, the Peverell magic she let free yesterday was testament enough to his conviction.

And then, he wondered what she would do when confronted with the remains of her past, mainly Riddle and Dumbledore.

It might be early to start worrying but he wanted her to be ready at all times. The moment word went around that a Peverell emerged, he was certain that she would be pestered and hounded by many power-hungry fools.

"Orion?" Hespera glanced at him, "can we go now?"

Orion nodded and stood up waiting for her.

"Take care both of you," His mother grinned.

He wanted to roll his eyes as Lucretia threw a saucy wink. She was enjoying herself way too much for his peace of mind. He knew how strongly she disliked Walburga, but the sudden affection toward Hespera, a witch she met the night before, was quite disturbing. He feared what kind of mad schemes she was secretly concocting.

Orion took the coat offered by an eager Kreacher and gestured to Hespera to turn around. He noticed her new robes, and by the warmth coming from the silver stars embellishing the collar, he knew that it was a runic thread done by his mother.

His lips lifted faintly as he looked at his mother. She was following their interaction with hopeful eyes.

Hespera's gaze alighted on him and he couldn't hide his smugness witnessing her interest. Even though he was attired similarly to wizards of his status, he knew that he stood out like awolfamong pigeons. It wasn't arrogance; it was the Black charm he inherited from his father and grandfather, which seemed to attract Hespera's attention.

He felt pain as he remembered how much his sons had suffered. They never got the chance to bud and blossom like true sons of House Black. No wonder everything seemed new and exciting to the poor girl.

"After you, my lady," Orion couldn't resist teasing her and he wasn't disappointed when her eyes narrowed before she strode toward the fireplace.

"Here Mistress Hespera, Master Orion," Kreacher offered a jar of floo-powder and Orion inclined his head before he took some and stepped into the fireplace.

"How do you want to do this? We can go together if you wish and then…", he leaned down and whispered for her ears only:"I remember your mishaps with the floo system."

"How kind of you to remind me. Magical means of transportation are horrible," she muttered crossly and he chuckled.

"Come, let me help you. It's not that tricky but you were not taught the basics," he offered and she acquiesced. He held her close to his side.

"Don't get used to it. I plan to learn everything I was denied before," Hespera said as she leaned against him and he gave her the right directions.

A moment later, they left The Leaky Cauldron's ancient fireplace gracefully, arm in arm still.

Hespera's eyes wandered around like an excited child and he made sure that she didn't stumble on her feet.

Diagon alley was ablaze with activity. It was noisy and busy, congested with groups of witches and wizards setting out about their business.

The sky glowed bright orange as the light percolated through the haze of smoke. Crowns of lofty buildings broke the horizon, raw dark shapes protruding like witches' hats and Orion enjoyed the feeling of the saturated magic.

It felt like he stepped into the Alley for the first time, the memory of the destruction Voldemort's reign of terror left in its wake was still fresh in his mind.

"It's beautiful," Hespera glanced over her shoulder at a Quidditch equipment shop and he huffed.

"We can get you a broom later, but be warned that you won't have the speed you are used to."

Hespera pouted and looked at him. Somehow the intensity of her green eyes seemed to reach a deep place in his chest he never knew of before.

Just as it had happened in his room yesterday, Orion felt his heartbeat awaken with strange sensations. A tide of uncomfortable uncertainty washed over him and he stood immersed in wonder and heat and surprise, lost as a child before he could finally gather his wits sufficiently and head to Gringotts.

In Gringotts, Orion nodded to the guardian goblins and didn't stop by the tellers. He took them to the Black goblin office.

Sharptooth arched an inquiring brow as he beheld the woman to his side. Orion seldom made sudden visits, he never strayed from his schedule and Sharptooth knew that so well.

"Heir Black, how can I help you?"

Hespera's head swiveled between them, no wonder surprised by the peculiar exchange.

"Sharptooth, this is my fiancée Lady Hespera Peverell. She is here today to claim her inheritance."

Sharptooth's beady eyes flared with interest. "My, my…I never thought that I'd witness the day when the Peverells are back. Please take a seat," he accorded Hespera a precise bow and she nodded.

"Let's get your blood Lady Peverell. With an official parchment from our bank confirming your identity, no one can doubt your claim."

"Of course," Hespera replied blandly accepting the offered dagger.

Without a wince, she nicked her finger and let three drops of blood smear the enchanted piece of parchment. It glowed golden before letters started appearing.

''Take a look Lady Peverell," came Sharptooth's calm command.

Hespera took the parchment and held it in the middle. Orion's eyes widened as he started reading:

Name:Hespera Peverell

Status: Pureblood Witch

Father's Name:Ignotus Peverell (Deceased)

Mother's Name:Ianthe Peverell née LeFay (Deceased)

Paternal Grandfather:Linfred Peverell (Deceased)

Paternal Grandmother:Aurelia Peverell née Gryffindor (Deceased)

Maternal Grandfather:Waylen LeFay (Deceased)

Maternal Grandmother:Suranne LeFay née Slytherin (Deceased)

Cousins:Fleamont Potter, Charlus Potter, Marvolo Gaunt (Deceased), Morfin Gaunt, Merope Gaunt (Deceased), Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Heirlooms:The Elder Wand.

The Resurrection Stone

The Cloak of Invisibility

Properties:Peverell Manor in Wiltshire

Peverell Cottage in Skye

Peverell Cottage in Godric Hallows

999,999,999 Galleons

Hereditary precious stones and jewelry, ceremony daggers, ancestral wands, armors.

He was startled when he heard Hespera's muttered. ''Curse you for interfering you bloody wanker!''

Her cheeks reddened as he cast her a sardonic glance and she mumbled sheepishly. "It's Death's doing."

Orion couldn't imagine what it was like to befriend 'Death', nevertheless, he was not eager to learn.

"Welcome back Lady Peverell. The oracles had foretold of your return and we safeguarded your vault to the best of our ability. You are undoubtedly the richest Lady in Britain and with Heir Black's inheritance; it would be fabulous to manage your interests," Sharptooth commented slyly and Orion fought the need to roll his eyes.

"You know that you can't run Hespera's business as well. She needs another goblin."

Sharptooth sneered and Hespera chuckled.

The door opened and his eyes narrowed as Sharptooth jumped to his feet and bowed. "Director Ragnok," he greeted the stern-looking goblin before he started blabbering inGobbledegook.

Ragnok's dark eyes never strayed from Hespera the whole time Sharptooth was talking and only his knowledge of the consequences prevented him from drawing his wand.

Ragnok's smile was all teeth as he headed toward Hespera and offered his hand. Hespera seemed bewildered but she extended her hand and the Director shook it with ardor.

"Lady Peverell. It had been long since we've been waiting for you. I believe you showed up at the perfect time. Our word is deviating from the right path and I believe that you are the counterpoise we need so desperately."

"Thank you Director Ragnok, But I think I'm not…" Hespera tilted her head, staring at him quizzically and Orion shrugged.

Since the events of last night, he couldn't make sense of anything.

"You must believe Lady Peverell because you're our only hope," Ragnok insisted.

He reached inside his pocket and rummaged for a moment before he pulled out a silver key. "This is your vault's key. As for your business, I'll take care of it personally. You're our most important customer."

Of course, goblins were attracted to the money, but Ragnok's interest in Hespera was starting to feel worrisome.

"Thank you Director Ragnok," Hespera offered weakly.

"You can join the Wizengamot when you're ready. I noticed that you have your ring, which was lost for centuries," his eyes pierced the ring, lips twitching with amusement.

"I…" Hespera cleared her throat, "yes I have my ring. But I'll need my wand and my cloak soon." She explained.

"Of course. Lord Fleamont Potter has the Cloak. The Potters had been keeping it since Lady Iolanthe Peverell bonded with Lord Hardwin Potter, Lord Potter won't mind giving it back. They know for your wand…"

Orion's heart lost a beat as he beheld the vindictive expression on the goblin's face. ''It was usurped by Dumbledore when he won the duel against Grindelwald. We tried to take it back and guard it until a Peverell emerged but he refused."

It was exciting and slightly frightening to witness the moment Hespera, in her fit of rage, let go of her iron control over her magic.

"He likes taking what doesn't belong to him, doesn't he?" she pointed out, her voice colder than a Dementor's hug.

"That, I'm afraid he does so often," Ragnok snorted.

Without thinking, Orion reached and smoothed her cold hand. ''Hespera, we'll get it back with everything else he stole from you."

She made no reply, her piercing gaze riveted on his face as she intertwined their fingers together. Orion felt her hard strength, the steely intention to fight for what she lost and have her revenge. This was something he had never known but had always craved…to enfold, anchor and want someone so badly… exactly like this.

To be a part of something great, something meaningful.

The sense of rightness filled him and he was feeling pleasantly light-weighted.

Hespera took an unsettled breath and her intent gaze slid back to Ragnok. "I'll visit you soon. For now, I have to plan my grand entrance to the Wizengamot. As for my Heirlooms, I'll get both soon."

Ragnok clapped his hands. "Perfect. It will give you the chance to get acquainted with Lord Potter and Mr Charlus Potter, they're presumably your closest kin. Mr Gaunt is a convict in Azkaban, as for Mr Riddle, he's traveling around. It had been a couple of years since he had been sighted."

When the name was mentioned, Hespera gripped his hand hard and he knew it was time to take their leave.

"We appreciate your help Director Ragnok," he nodded and guided them out.

"Are you alright?" he looked down at a thoughtful Hespera.

"I am, or rather, I'll be soon," she urged him toward the tellers:''I want to have a look at my vault. Would you join me?"

Orion was startled by her trust. Showing the contents of your vault to someone who was not -yet- family was unheard of.

But one look into Hespera's expressive eyes told him that she did trust him. She made it plain yesterday when she gave him free rein to roam her memories and strengthened her stance now.

He slipped her hand through his arm and felt the fierce tension in her magic.

He knew she was still upset and angry and he swore that he would help accomplish whatever she planned.

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