University

Entrance Exam Hell ensued for the humans, not so for Sara who can take the exams in peace, as her family hid in the US. MACUSA may be part of the ICW, but its known as the Land of the Free for a reason. Sara had forbidden them from contacting her, at least until ALL their kids are five years old because she wanted them to focus on family. Of course, she counted as 'family', so the Marauders bargained that she be home on December 24 until end of New Year's Fireworks in America.

Ohhh she went to University alright!

Magic University, a.k.a Clock Tower when after scoping universities and their courses, absolutely NOTHING interested her and utterly dismayed by it. The Entrance Exams in Clock Tower were basic common sense about Magecraft...just given in many, many trick questions! Then power levels were assessed...

Since school starts at September even in Clock Tower, she has loads of free time in the months after graduating. She polished her craft in the mountains some more and honed her body till she was a killing machine herself without compromising her physical beauty via testosterone and too much muscle where they shouldn't be.

Clock Tower at around September that year, she arrived, nervous.

But given her circuit count and quality, she has learned and study the art of aristocracy but without being a snobby shit about it. Her clothes were made of magical silk, cotton and wool sold in Japan, custom made in designs she instructed the boutique do for her on a special order on outfits she's liked in magazines.

'Next, Potter.'

Time for assessment in ahem, Circuit Quality, Quantity and Composition.

Sara knew she'll surely shock the examiners...

"WHO is this girl?!"

Her results? 68 A-Class Circuits with an abnormal composition. Element: Ether and Hollow. A rather unusual dual combination...

"We don't know any Potter Lineage!"

"Her circuits are this many? She's from a very powerful family then!"

'Er, Miss Potter, what family are you from since the surname Potter is too...modern?'

'10th Century.' said Sara. 'From the great-grandparents of this one guy whose nickname got eventually corrupted to Potter as a surname in the language back then.' she produced a large ancient parchment showing a family tree. A large one at that! But one red line connected some people that led to her birth. 'Would you prefer I use their village name as my surname instead?' she joked as the parchment rolled itself back up.

'Ehhh no, that's illegal these days. I guess it's really Potter.' the Examiner sighed at the boringness if Sara imagined it, as on the Family Tree, some names are strange, some literal words...and some are magus-y by standards. 'Please produce a book of history.' cue a thick, old book that's definitely seen better days! One snap of her fingers, a book big and thick enough to be hugged appeared and dropped on their desks with a loud, BAM! that got many wincing. 'Oh yeah, you Magi do Magic Crests right? My kind don't do that, we view magic as sacred as souls itself and we don't wanna rip out our souls just to make crests, too scary, so we record in books instead.'

'HUH?!'

(Well, authorities later learned a lot about the British Hidden Community of Witches through that book and the troublemakers are in fact, Voldemort's camp that as Sara predicted, they took care of them)

'So which course are you applying for?'

'I'll take this and this!'

'EHHHHHH?!'

xxx

The figurehead, a.k.a Lord El-Melloi II pinched his nose hard.

He got intel that a girl of unknown millennium-long history with circuits to match, just enrolled in his Department. Tongues are wagging about it when she could have chosen better. Then again, she claims to be from a community that abhors the making of Magic Crests, and preserved their history and accomplishments in books instead. Clearly a Witch, those magic-users who are naturalists. So his new student, while respected for her power is also looked down on at the same time for being a Witch. She clearly could care less, carefreely admitting it knowing what's coming.

Then again, all troublemakers gather in his class, and its his job to make Brands or Prides out of them.

Knock knock!

'Come in.'

In came a wealthy-dress girl.

'Hey there Waver!' she greeted jovially. 'Did you make use of the books I dumped on your bed four years ago?'

Pause.

His jaw dropped.

'THAT WAS YOU?!'

On his bed were books about how to train oneself to reach peak physical and magical condition, as well as the Fundamentals he lacked so he performed poorly in the Mineralogy Department when Kayneth was alive. As well as other books that helped him become better and improve his lot in life, becoming 'one hell of a teacher' who knows how to deal with influential people in the Association that played a key role in being a good Lord as well.

'So you were the one that night.' Waver mused, remembering that night. '...four years. What happened to Emiya and Kotomine?'

'Kotomine is now the Tohsaka heir's tutor. The father is a poor judge of character, trusting Kotomine to manage his household yet the fool lost most of the valuable properties and assets in his attempts to invest. All that's left was the Tohsaka Annual Patent from Clock Tower for being Owner.' Sara shook her head. The fool even trusted a Matou to give his spare daughter to when that clan specializes in Crest Worms?' Waver looked both horrified and disgusted. 'And she's basically the horror victim of worm rape the year she left diapers.'

'May as well kill that poor girl now to save her the misery.' he said, pitying the girl.

'Oh, I chucked her my old teacher's way after stealing her from the mansion when Shinto went ablaze and she happily became her child now. It also taught my old teacher how to budget when even a toddler can budget better than she could.' Sara chuckled. 'Matou's now without an heir.' she purred sadistically. 'Their only child is living proof the Matou are in decline. No Circuits. As for Emiya...his days are numbered.' she told him grimly. 'He has some sort of cursed disease only a monster can give. It ate his circuits, tainted his Crest before eating it too while degrading his body in the process that he's withering from inside out. He's a dead man by next year. But he adopted a boy who was the only survivor of the fire. No magical background whatsoever, a family of just ordinary humans, but was born with 27 circuits.'

'That's lucky!' Waver exclaimed.

'Right? I was his teacher because Emiya's a shit teacher. Dumbass told him about magic, naturally kid would want magic, made him beg for three years before giving him deliberately shoddy education that WILL get him killed in the future...so I taught him on the sly correctly.' Waver gaped at her. 'That kid has amnesia, severe Survivor's Guilt and PTSD...because those who died in that cursed fire basically became blackened versions of these two before dying before his eyes, he can't watch certain Pokemon episodes without screaming.' Sara showed him Pokemon Cards of Grimer and Muk. Waver can only shake his head slowly with a grimace as he saw the cards. That would be horrifying for a child.

'So you settled all affairs for two kids? That means you lived in Japan?'

'Since I was Grade 6 in elementary. Japan's a fun country but painful for the wallet. Bloody inflation.'

'There's that. Sooo why my Department?'

'Doesn't magic start with Theories before Practical Application? Dunno how magi work, but its safe to start here.'

'...fine, let's talk about your talents next...'

(Sara was astonished that Waver can see by intuition where she can be best in just by thinking about it, while she relies on her scanning ability to have same results!)

xxx

'Aniue~what's this I hear about a weird one coming in~?' a girl with brilliant blonde hair, pale white skin reminiscent of a bisque doll, and both clothes and grace that were similarly picturesque. Her voice may be gentle, but the way she spoke was by playfully teasing him.

'Don't always strange weirdoes enter my department?' Waver deadpanned sarcastically as the girl laughed.

This...brat before him, is Reines El-Melloi Archisorte. The true heir and future Lord of El-Melloi. Until then he's her...benchwarmer as she puts it when she's effing six years old. She was insanely smart that for a 6 years old she's already a horrifying Mafia Boss in way of thinking and knows politics. She however, has a dispute with the Sophia-Ris and on bad terms with them because of Sola-Ui's refusal to do her damn job before Kayneth went to play...and lost. She's currently 9 years old now

'True, but this one's the latest weirdo!' Reines laughed. 'A witch! She's got guts coming here! Heeheehee!'

'Well, she's clearly raised by a Japanese Magus since she lived in Japan much of her life.' said Waver. 'Even gave me a Playstation Console and games as a gift while Europe is stuck with the old Sega and Nintendo Consoles...'

'I'll never understand why you use those things.'

'De-stressing.' said Waver flatly. 'Much healthier than drinking and smoking men my age do these days.' he snorted. 'But at any rate, she brought me some news.' he told her about the other surviving Grail War Masters.

'Ho-hoooo? Who's her teacher?'

'Didn't tell me who she was. But she introduced a witch to our lifestyle, so...maybe that's a good thing since witches are sort of backwards? Girl didn't even have a Crest for what her lineage's worth.'

BRRRRRIIIINNNGGGG!

'Yes? Huh? That moron!' Waver howled, making Reines jump from getting startled. 'Yes...yes...sigh...' he groaned as he put his phone down.

'Flat again?'

'This time it's Sara.' Waver grumbled. 'She got approached by Bromley Frain, wanting to buy her family's History Book from her because he wanted the millennium old parchment for his golems, and she literally turned him into a toad angrily!' he cried. 'No magecraft we know could do that so everyone's giving her a wide berth!'

'Ooooh! I'm interested!' Reines beamed in glee. The witch already made her presence known! 'And?!'

'Who knows how long he'll survive the tower as a Toad, that idiot. At this rate the Frains will have to beg Sara to change him back before their heir ends on a dissection table as its not every day a toad has a Magic Crest on its warty back.' Waver griped. 'For Witches its Grimoires if we Magi are to Magic Crests. That idiot just offended a Witch and he's at risk now as a lab rat. He's the moron I'm talking about. Who asks a Witch for their Grimoires as ingredients?!' he deadpanned with a face-palm much to Reines' laughter.

'Speaking, I'm gonna get Flat or he'll be yet another toad!' as he hurriedly left his office in a panic, making Reines laughed harder.

xxx

Sara now became a figure of fear among students in Clock Tower. Since witches have deep affinity with nature, they can do...the insane. They literally break logic, if Magi are all about logic. The Frains heard what happened and tried to give her offerings just to change their son back. So with a warning, she changed their son back who was traumatized with her.

According to the Potter Grimoire, her ancestor invented many healing potions that made the family insanely rich with patents from their creations, except for the latest creation sold in Saudi Arabia when Fleamont Potter retired. So she was asked by the school to supply some to get paid. She mastered all her family's accomplishments after hard work and tons of spending. So her clan were mostly Potioneers and Healers.

She bought a building just for herself in Norwich as she built her Workshop underground, store above it, and living quarters above. She also purchased land to make a greenhouse to grow magical plants she needs for Potions after stealing many, many bags of seeds from Diagon Alley...its too damn easy. She also stole information about sources of magical animal ingredients so Magi will never know.

She secured that much, at least.

One day, she got a visit from a kimono lady as she opened her shop after classes.

'What can I do for you?'

'Hello, I'm Adashino from Policies.' said Adashino, flanked with two suits. Enforcers. 'I believe you know of the...nuisances we've been hearing about that is threatening the Concealment of Mystics?'

Sara sighed.

'You're in for a long chat. Tea? British or Japanese Tea? It was bound to happen sooner with how arrogant they are.'

'Fufu, anything's fine.'

Upon getting into the shop, Sara led them to a Parlor Room where a kitchen sink, fridge and pantry were, for tea and snacks.

'You see, that trouble you heard of, is reason why suddenly, I'm happy I became a Magus when I met my teacher at eight years old...and I learned my parents' history at eleven years old, so I ran away to Japan...'

Sara told the law people the history of the problem she's long since known 'through her godfather' who was finally exonerated...

'I see...so this stupidity is borne of another stupidity by traditionalists who refuse to change, so to speak?'

'Yes. I washed my hands off them, and I had to Geass my godfather and family friend to get the hell out of UK since I'm pretty sure if it got bad, it'll be a massacre I can care less about if the Magi got pissy about the blatant disregard to Concealment of Mystics just to prove to half-bloods and muggleborns they got a bigger dick than anyone else when they're just a bunch of lunatics born of inbreeding. Just a little warning...my kind can turn into animals if skilled enough, even bugs. So if you see one that's a little too intelligent than it should beyond human training ability...'

'We kill it.' Adashino giggled with a sinister smile. 'Can you turn into one?'

'Partially...that's a little hard without risks. Animagus Training takes at least, three years after magical maturity.' Sara said wryly as she turned her hand into 'wings' seen usually in cartoons in form, full of fluff. But the back of her hands is still human skin and hand, but with bulging veins a little distracting to look at all over the forearm. 'I wanted to be a bird so I can travel without a damn passport but this process is kinda slow...last time it was fingers...and it hurts like hell until you successfully achieve complete transformation. That's a good reason to attempt it at age 17...age of magical maturity. If it hurts this much already, what more if your powers are immature?' she asked, changing back before quickly shaking her pained arm in utter discomfort with teary eyes.

'Oh dear...'

xxx

And so...its as she knew it.

Clock Tower is shaken with the fact that the Enforcers brought home live captures and there was an auction for sale on all marked Death Eaters, Voldemort himself included. All of whom no longer looked human.

Whoever wanted guinea pigs for sale, come and get it!

'Sooo Sara,' Waver called Sara to his office. 'The Death Eaters are captured while their victims freed. However, their...insane troll logic as you put it made the higher-ups decide the other witches will self-destruct on their own by their own stupidity. They even met this old man, Albus Dumbledore who told them some hullaballoo about the child of prophecy that was never found - you.'

'Heh, they just want a child soldier to clean their mess for them.' Sara scoffed. 'Britain has that nasty history until Edwardian Times you know.' Waver grimaced at that. 'Its a so-called prophecy made by a wannabe witch who didn't inherit her Sorcery Trait of Spiritual Precognition and the fool lapped it up because he screwed up and was desperate. I'm sure you now know the history of Voldemort.' Waver nodded. '...Dumbledore created him, leading to hatred of humans and anything born from humans. When he was stronger than he after realizing what he caused to be born...Tom Marvolo Riddle was very charismatic, cunning, manipulative while hiding his true background from his racist, pureblood friends...he amassed power and money...his friends' money by the way...and this is what you get.'

'Mm...mostly the Zoology and Necromancy Departments want a pick at the new wares this coming auction.'

'Mm. I'll take photos. I reckon Sirius and Remus will get a laugh, particularly Sirius.'

'Sirius?'

'My godfather whose name initials make up SOB.' Waver barely held back an amused snort. Is THAT what he thinks it is?! 'He'll enjoy seeing his dear, deeeear cousin Bellatrix Lestrange for sale on Auction and soon to be on a Dissecting Table...heeheehee...' Sara purred sadistically, holding up a videocamera, and caressing it like a pet chinchilla. 'Wanna watch? I already got tickets~'

xxx

Days later, Miami, Southern US...

'Sirius! A package arrived from a Sara Potter...it's kinda small and light.' Sirius Black's wife was an American Pureblood named Beryl Powell, now Black. 'Probably with a featherweight...oh, a letter too.'

'In a minute dear! I'm changing Brian's icky nappies!' came the holler from the living room, causing his wife to snort in bemusement. 'Check and open it! Goodness knows that goddaughter of mine pranks!'

On Sara's wishes, her remaining family courted and got married after filing for American Citizenship. Sirius built a small, two-floored mansion with a beautiful garden. Its definitely much cheerier-looking than the original House of Black in London.

Sirius has two children by Beryl...a firstborn Brian who's two years old, and a baby on the way, also a boy. So the future of House Black, is looking up!

After checking the parcel, it's a VHS Tape. Title?

AUCTION SALE: BASEMENT BARGAIN DEATH EATERS AND VOLDEMORT FOR SALE