[Flashback: Throne room on the 12th Floor]

The room was massive with large windows overlooking the country hidden behind thick red curtains. The floor was made out of polished tile with a large carpet leading to a massive throne placed on a platform raised five steps higher than the rest of the floor. There were multiple Death Eaters mingling before the massive doors slowly opened, making all the Death Eaters in the room move to both sides of the carpet and kneel.

Voldemort entered first wearing a black button-up shirt with matching slacks and brown riding boots. His hair was swept back, framing his face perfectly with his dark red eyes boring holes into the kneeling Death Eaters. He was holding a silver chain connected to Nicole's wrists as she trailed behind him. She was wearing a v-neck mint green dress that stopped at mid-shin with slits running down the sides of her legs that ended to her upper thigh with white ballet flats.

The room was silent except for the crunch of their footsteps on the freshly cleaned carpet. He sat down on his throne first, resting his right leg over his left, while Nicole just stood straight with her right hand over her left hand.

Voldemort started thing off, "Rise."

The group before him stood as one before one by one they kissed his boots. As he watched, Nicole gave a slight huff of discontent.

He gave a slight chuckle of amusement before the last one finally kissed his boots before he allowed his men to converse among themselves. As they did so, he raised a muffling barrier and said softly, "Something you wish to say?"

She rolled her eyes, "Other than how pathetic your...soldiers are considering that they have no pride within themselves."

"But they are mine to use as I see fit and everything I have could be yours as well."

She looked at him, her cold green eyes staring straight into his heated red ones, "And yet I desire none of it."

He gave a huff as he rested his head on his knuckles, "Why do you have to be so difficult, Nicole?"

"Haven't you asked me that question countless times since you brought me here?"

"Yes, but answer me."

"Simple. Giving into you would be much too easy. I'll struggle as much as I can."

He smiled, "Like a caged bird."

"Even a caged bird can sing," She scoffed

He tugged on her silver chain, making her fight not to flinch, "And you sing such sweet cries of ecstasy."

She refused to give him anything more than a scoff as she looked away from him as he released the barrier. After several minutes, the doors opened and Snape entered, bowing low.

"My Lord."

Voldemort stared at him for a moment as he pulled out his wand, "Severus. You are late, explain."

"The old fool kept trying to convince me to train the spoiled Boy-who-lived. I managed to finally get away from him when he decided to pander to the boy's massive ego when he started to get bored."

He then bowed and kissed his Lord's shoes, as he stood up he noticed Nicole and couldn't help himself but to poke fun at her.

Nicole bit into her lower lip in revulsion as Snape addressed her, "So, Potter. This is where you have been hiding all this time?"

She scowled at him, but refused to answer as he continued, "Well, being the dog of my Lord suits you well."

Nicole couldn't help herself but to chuckle at his statement, the soft laughter made everyone stand at attention.

"Me? A dog? No, Severus, the only who is the dog here is you. Well, I should say you are more like a rat because it fits you better."

He sneered, before she continued, "I refuse to pander to your miserable jealously, Severus. It's pathetic and old. But we both know why you loathe me, even more than that little shit."

He scoffed, "Thinking that you can badmouth your brother to save face?"

Her face grew stormy as she clenched her fists, "Don't put your revolting words in my mouth, Severus. I couldn't care less if that little shit was hung from his entrails on the highest rafters of Hogwarts. But besides him, the real reason you loathe me is because of Lily. No matter how much you wish to deny it, I can see it as clear as day considering that it is so viciously obvious. The girl who you spent your childhood with, who you grew to love, who you stood by and studied with, all those wonderful years of friendship and possibly more were destroyed by a simple slip-up. Because of that mistake, she abandoned you to go after the boy who made your life hell and it burned you. It burns you then as it does now. A regular person would have dropped it, made something of themselves and find happiness in another, but you didn't do that. You didn't want to do that because that would be what you thought of as another mark of a failure you make yourself out to be. You still pine after her even now. By telling your Lord of the prophecy in hopes that he will kill the rest of the Potters, including myself leaving poor, widowed Lily for the taking. Were you expecting that once he finalized his victory, you would sulk off with your winnings? Potion Lily to hell and back so she could never leave you and make sweet love to her while screaming to the heavens that you finally won? Rather cheaply, might I add."

Snape clenched his fists as his voice was flat and cold, "I cannot wait for your punishment. It's a shame I wasn't here during the first time to teach you your place."

She snorted, "Please don't bother. I may as well die from mortification considering...how lacking you are. Potions can only do so much after all. And even if I did do something worthy that level of punishment, I'd murder you in the most violent way I possibly can before I'm subdued and forced to endure such a thing. But at the very least, while they are punishing me I will have the pleasant memory of your dying face, filled all of your many regrets forever engrained in my mind."

Severus snapped, "You miserable slag! You think you're better than me! Well, you're not and never were and never will! I won't hear this filth coming from the whimpering girl who's single solace are books. You are just like that miserable mudblood your brother keeps on a leash. The spoiled elder brat of James Potter and that...wench. You are just as arrogant and worthless as your father. And to think I was waiting for your wedding with youngest Weasley boy and Albus said he would pass you around for...favors. But you whoring yourself out is the only thing you are useful for-"

SNAP! CRACK!

Her shacks snapped at once, along with the silver chain in Voldemort's grip as her magic exploded, cracking the walls and the tiled floor, she took a step forward, the floor cracking underneath the magical pressure she was exerting as the Death Eaters couldn't help themselves but kneel under the force of her power.

Her eyes glowed with hatred and malice as she grabbed Snape by his robe and forced him to look at her.

She gave a hiss, bordering on Parseltongue, "How dare you, you pathetic, arrogant, pile of shit! Do you think you know me! Don't you dare compare me to them! I'd brutally murder them all if I had the chance, I would go on a murder spree and send each one of those pathetic fuckwits at your beloved safe haven to Hell!"

She slammed him into the wall and huffed, "You really don't know how to keep your damn mouth shut. How the hell did you end up in Slytherin anyway? You are nothing but a show-off twat with none of the boisterous charm. But let me viciously explain to you why I'm nothing like them. Unlike them, who eats shovels full of Dumbledore's shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'm viciously entwined with reality. I know you want nothing more than that dumb bitch, but let me tell you something. If I ever get the chance to have revenge on those miserable pieces of shit, I would first start with that stupid bitch force her into a mirror and send her to a land of pig orcs. She would be violently reinforced to never die, to constantly suffer and never feel the pleasure of insanity by the time I'm through with her. But knowing a pervert like you would probably get off on it, wishing it were you fucking the stupid bint instead. James would be next considering that I would beat him near death before forcing him to be breed by dogs and werewolves, something he considers very below him. Remus would be forced to do terrible things before I skin him and he can be used a source of funds as a rug making service. He's already Albus' doormat so it wouldn't be much of a stretch. Sirius, oh dear, miserable, arrogant fuckwit Sirius, he would be forced to be exactly what he hates. His stupidity would be locked away along with his real personality, making him the voice of the Dark side until he was finally disposed of or be forced to breed with multiple...unsavory characters so the Black family line wouldn't perish with a failure such as him. And Theodore, the big pile of pig waste would be forced to be the training dummy and stress reliever for anyone in Knockturn Alley for a month. After that, I would force him to rot from the outside in and impale him, leaving in the middle of the steps of the Ministry. Then the Order would be next along with the Weasleys. The only people who gave a damn about I would save and take them away to live happily with me, but everyone else in that damn shithole will burn along with you and Pettigrew. And if you ever...and I mean EVER compare me to Potter again, I will kill you in the worst way imaginable, spraying your blood over the entire room we are in until you are curled up in a ball, whimpering in a pool of your own piss and shit!"

As she panted, Snape was practically translucent, the Death Eaters could only glance at her as her words shook them, especially coming from the heir of a prominent supposed Light family. Voldemort's eyes were black with lust as he observed her every movement before she huffed, fixing her shackles back into place before kneeling. Trying to calm her temper before she exploded again.

He gave them both a moment to collect themselves and said, "Why did you put your shackles back on?"

"Don't play dumb, my vile jailor. I am well aware of the mark that you placed on my back that would prevent me from leaving."

He gave a cold grin before he said, "All of you are dismissed, get out of my sight before I kill you where you stand."

The Death Eaters immediately left as Snape pulled himself out of the wall and ran, just barely making it out the door as it quickly closed and locked behind him, leaving only the two of them alone.

[Lime Scene]

He pulled her up by her chain and took her lips in a smoldering kiss, placing her on his lap, her legs spread and her hands restrained, leaving her helpless and exposed to whatever he had planned for her. After what felt like hours, he removed his lips from hers, making her gasp for air.

"Again?"

"Don't pretend you don't like it," He cooed as he tore off her dress, making her grit her teeth.

'Just breath in and out, it will be over soon,' She thought as she clenched her fists.

He traced his lips down her chest, the runes she carved into her skin were light outlines compared to the marks him and his men placed on her. She shivered as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, pulling at the hardened bud with his fangs before repeating the same with the left.

"Such marks..." He whispered, caressing her sides.

She hissed, "That you caused."

"Yes, because you were being difficult. All your marks show that you are mine, but I have to say that I'm conflicted due to your damn stubbornness. But I would never tolerate a weak-willed wife. Besides, how can I help myself but ravage you when you make such vicious statements?"

He then tore off her panties, dropping them to the side of his throne, as he pulled out his cock, lining it up with her opening. She grits her teeth as she bowed her head, but he took her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Now, now, hiding your beautiful face from me won't change things. Just enjoy it," He purred before he rammed himself inside, causing her to scream.

[Lime End]

[Reality: May 6th, 1999]

She snapped awake with a choked scream as she covered her mouth with her hands, her body drenched in a cold sweat with her heart racing as if she just wrestled with death. She took in multiple deep breaths, going in and out as she closed her eyes before finally, she felt her body calm down.

Nicole looked up, finding herself in her bed, next to a large window overlooking the ocean and white roses. Her bedroom was scare but filled with the essentials, a bedside table with a lamp on it and a clock, her wardrobe, a vanity mirror, dresser, and closet.

She tossed off the covers off of her and turned on her lamp, blinking a few times at the brightness that momentarily stunned her, she glanced at the clock.

3:02

The young woman rolled her eyes, muttering, 'Of course.'

She changed her bed and covers as she pulled off her sweat-drenched nightgown and exchanged it for another, she thought, 'Even though it has been a year since his death he still haunts me.'

After slipping on a pair of sandals, she silently made her way out of her bedroom and made to check on her children who were sleeping in separate rooms directly beside each other. She silently opened her daughter's room first and saw her, still asleep to the world. She stepped into the fuzzy room outfitted with thick white carpet on the floor and lavender-colored carpeted walls and stood before her little girl.

Charlotte Iris Potter, her firstborn.

Her black hair was all over her silk pillow as she lightly snoozed away in her dreams, curled up in a bundle of blankets, almost to the likeness of a cacoon. She smiled, pecking her on the forehead before silently exiting the room.

She then entered her son's room and the floor was covered in black carpet with the walls having a dark green carpet with a silver lining. Her son was lying sprawled across his bed, his blanket halfway on the floor while the rest was barely covering him.

Michael Aiden Potter, her youngest.

His silver-white hair framed his round face like a crown as he snored away in his dreams. She couldn't help herself but giggle a bit as she fixed the blanket and kissed him on the forehead. After shutting her son's door closed behind her, she entered the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea.

As she put the teapot on the stove, she turned on the tv, showing the news of what is happening in America. When the teapot let out some steam and gave out a sharp cry, she immediately took it off the stove and poured it into a cup. When she sat on the couch, crossing her legs as the news reporter went on and on, she hoped that all those she cared about back in Britain were safe and happy. But everyone else in the country could eat shit and die for all she cared.

[Back in Britain - Still May 6th, 1999]

The year after Voldemort's defeat was interesting or horrible depending on who you ask. People who remained on the battlefield after Nicole vanished were in shock as they could only look at the crippled forms of the Death Eaters wheezing out for help while Albus looked at the burned ashes of what was supposed to be his enemy. Killed by the one person he thought of as a nuisance to his plans was actually the one he should have been focusing on from the very beginning. He miscalculated greatly and now he and all of his followers would have to pay the price for his mistakes.

The entire country celebrated the death of the Dark Lord Voldemort for an entire week before things took a turn for the worse for the Light side. The population wanted to honor their new hero, Nicole, simultaneously forgetting that most of the population was cheering about her disappearance from Britain when Voldemort first captured her. When she was awarded multiple Order of Merlin, First Class awards for defeating Voldemort and crushing the Death Eater forces.

When she didn't show up, most of the population turned against the Light side, Dumbledore was ousted from two of his esteemed positions as he was the one who chose the wrong person, the Potters were ousted for their treatment against their own daughter and Theodore for being an all-around disappointment. The people wanted someone to hang and they were livid over wasting their time over a failure.

The Potters had to hide so they wouldn't get lynched and it was even worse for Theodore as everyone abandoned him when the news got out. He threw a massive fit when he snapped out of his shock before Mad-Eye smacked him across the face and told him to cram it. The Light side was suffering from the vicious backlash over following Albus' lead in isolating Nicole and nobody wanted anything to do with them.

Two months after the Death of Voldemort, the Ministry issued a country-wide search for her as newspapers constantly printed out multiple articles about her disappearances and tips and hints about where she could be every day. People hoped that one day Nicole would come back to her home and she would accept them as her people. It's not like she would say no to them, right?

[Diggory Household]

Cedric was scowling into the fireplace of his home, watching as the flames flickered before the living room door opened and his parents came up behind him.

Amos gave a cough, "Son?"

"Yes, father?" He answered softly

"I know, we haven't seen eye to eye after I...scolded you, but you need to understand."

"Oh, I understand, plenty, father. I understand that now that Nicole has saved Britain and I just so happen to be one of the very few in the country to have a pleasant relationship with her and so you wish to use me to get to her, correct?"

"I-I-"

His mother looked shocked, "Cedric, how you possibly think that? You don't really mean-"

Cedric stood up and snapped in his mother's direction, "You know damn well that I do! I am not stupid! She has suffered enough! As if learning that she was kidnapped and raped by that monster for years wasn't horrifying enough, you expect me to use any connection I have with her, to bolster your own career!"

Amos took a step back at the livid look on his son's face, "Now, Cedric please calm down. It's not what you think."

"Oh, but it is, dear father. After all, I remember you quite viciously lashed out at me for kissing her on the forehead. Remember what you said; As if losing to a boy younger than you was shameful enough, but at least he was the Boy-who-lived. You had to go and kiss that...wench, the only thing good about her is her blood and it is only because she is a Potter. I'll speak to you once more when I find the energy to do so. I expect a sincere apology to the Potter family later on, now off to your room."

"Cedric, you need to understand. Your father was under a lot of pressure."

"And so, dear mother, that excuses all of your rants against her, all the rumors of Nicole being a scarlet woman who would be lucky to be married into the Weasleys?"

His mother flushed an ugly red before his father could speak, Cedric cut him off, "Enough. I do not care anymore. However, you will not be using me to get to Nicole. I owe her a life debt I can never repay and you seem to forget you owe her as well."

"W-what?"

"Well, practically all of Britain owes her two life-debts considering that she saved them from...V-Voldemort, once from when she was a baby and the second during the battle."

The two of them paled as it made sense, "Moving away from that, even if I did get into a relationship with Nicole, neither of you would benefit from it. I would leave with her if she allowed it or leave the country at the very least."

His mother looked faint as she stuttered, "Y-you don't really mean t-that, do you?"

Cedric didn't look at her as he made his way into his bedroom, ignoring his parents calls for him to come back and answer them. He pulled out a wooden box from his wardrobe and opened it.

Inside was a single letter, written to him by Nicole all those years ago. He made to re-read the entire letter again as he hoped that she was happy wherever she was.

[Luna Household]

The pale blonde young woman had just graduated Hogwarts last year and was shuffling through her closet. Inside was a box filled with treasured photos of the two of them doing different things and the few treasured ones of the pictures of them together.

Her favorite one was Nicole sleeping in a comfortable chair in their own little secret room in Hogwarts, she took a picture of her snoozing away with a thick book on her lap.

She placed the photos back in her box and shoved them back into the dark corner of her closet, it was almost time for lunch. When she went downstairs, she sat next to her father who kissed her on the forehead and said, "You miss her a lot, don't you?"

"Yes. I hope she's okay. Maybe we will run into her one day."

"Hopefully, I owe her for saving you and I still haven't had the chance to make my special waffles for her yet."

Luna giggled as she rested her cheek against his arm, "You do make the best waffles."

He grinned back, "Yes, but how about we eat out today? I heard your favorite restaurant is having a special?"

"I would like that."

[St. Mungos]

Bill was wearing his usual outfit as he sat at a desk in medium-sized office he was researching with two other co-workers and healers as they went over the curse that Nicole placed on the Death Eaters on the battlefield on the end of the final battle.

The curse was nothing like any of them ever experienced, it made most of them feel a deep level of respect, fear, or a mixture of two for Nicole.

The entire curse is spoken as such;

This is a curse...bestowed on all those who are marked.

Those of you who used your bodies as weapons will never have the comfort in your own skin, everything from your actions to your appearance will sicken and terrify you to the point of madness.

Those of you who used your money as your defenses will now be used as your chains, turning you into nothing but a mockery and a sham that will follow you for the rest of your life.

Those of you who feast on the innocence of others will never find any peace, your minds will be ravaged by your victims until death.

Those of you who use your strength to beat down on others, your body will never hold that strength again, you will become withered and gnarled until death comes for you.

All of you who are marked will never forget your sins and you will pay for them. Your crimes will never be forgotten and whether your lines continue, this curse and the list of your crimes will be told and will be passed down to through your loins and will ravage your kin for generations until either they repent for the millions of tears and blood you have shed or your entire line dies out.

So mote it be.

What all medics and curse-breakers could be certain of was the curse was not contagious, it only affected 'those who are marked'. People who were investigating thought that all the Death Eaters or those who were marked, hadn't participated in the final battle would be the only ones affected, but it wasn't just them. What scared the population was that the curse affected those who were not intentionally marked by the Dark Lord himself, but aided him. Whether turning the other way or aiding well-known supporters of the Dark side, all were guilty in the name of the curse.

The curse compelled all those affected by it to confess to their sins, it was as if they all had been enlightened, it was so much that the Auror Department had actually run out of reports and had to make do with all the paper they could find. All the news outlets were filled with hundreds of confessions of multiple Death Eaters and Dark side supporters.

Those who fell under the first part of the curse were never able to look at themselves in the mirror, every move they made disgusted and revolted them to the point of puking. What they saw wasn't themselves but a disgustingly vile image of themselves, you can almost say it is a curse of a rape victim. Such as you take away my privacy and security of my own body, then I take away yours. People affected by this even started to mutilate their own bodies, especially their faces or killed themselves to get away from the effects of this curse.

Those who fell under the second part of the curse were turned into pyrite or in layman's terms fool's gold. The extreme opposite of their wealth they used to flaunt, everything they touched besides humans turned into pyrite. They couldn't even eat and soon enough they just wasted away in their beds, healers come in just to spell potions into their systems to keep them alive.

Those who fell under the third part of the curse were turned completely insane, their mental defenses shattered within the first couple of weeks of the curse running its' course. Slamming their heads against walls, clawing off their ears and eyes did nothing. When a mind healer was called in to investigate he immediately retired on the spot, pale and shaking as he stuttered out what the victim was seeing. Surrounding the entire room were figures of multiple age groups in various states of decay were snarling and snapping like wild animals. Describing everything the patient has done to them and how they wanted to him to pay. The patients had to be restrained, but that only made them fight harder to end their suffering as they screamed out how they wanted to die and so on.

Those who fell under the fourth part of the curse had their bodies cursed, practically becoming withered husks of their former selves, unable to move, barely able to breathe or speak. They have become completely helpless and it mortified them to their very bones. Only a few managed to kill themselves before they were restrained, no amount of potions, nutrients, or food could get them to put on any weight, the only thing it did was make them more aware of their predicament.

The Dark side was practically gutted and neutered, along with a good quarter of the Grey Fraction and nearly a tenth of the Light side. Bill could only smile when Albus flipped out about all those "poor people" Nicole stripped of seeing the Light. Bill didn't bother to dignify the stupidity with a response. He got shit-faced drunk with his brother Charlie who he told everything to. They knew their Uncles would be cheering in the afterlife along with anyone else who got killed or their lives destroyed by the Dark Lord and his forces. It was so good and it was well worth the hangover they suffered the morning afterword.

The aurors couldn't even arrest them as they were completely broken by Nicole's curse, most of them would be dead the moment they were in the range of the Dementors. And no auror wanted to clean up a surplus of soiled, rotten corpses.

Then the door to the office opened and it was the Head Healer, "Those who want a break, I suggest you take it now. We are going to be working throughout the night."

Most of the occupants in the office groaned as they got up and stretched as Bill made to eat and take in his fill of Ale at a bar. However, as he passed by the rooms of the suffering Death Eaters, moaning and groaning in anguish he let a bit of a dark smile settle on his lips.

He whispered, "That's my smart baby bird."

[Deli]

Charlie was in a single booth in the corner of the restaurant, reading an old newspaper, hidden behind the corner of a muggle one he snagged from an older man who was finished reading it.

The Dark Lord is Finally Dead! The missing Potter is the true Child-Who-Lived! Dumbledore and the Potters are frauds!

You read the title, correctly, citizens! As of May 2nd, 1998, the Dark Lord [redacted] is officially dead! Through multiple testimonies from multiple witnesses on the battlefield, the Dark Lord leading the front of his army with Albus Dumbledore and his protegee, the supposed-Boy-who-lived, Theodore Potter along with DA, Dumbledore's Army, a defense group the youngest Potter made with Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Along with Dumbledore's Order of Phoenix, and multiple others. Due to this, the results were expected to be very messy, however, as they confronted each other a surprise happened. Lord [redacted] had shifted his appearance to when he was supposed to be 25 years of age! As if that wasn't enough of a surprise, he showed the battlefield exactly what happened that night when he attacked the Potters on that Halloween night in 1981. Theodore Potter is not the child who saved us, but his elder sister instead. She practically defeated all of them instantly before crushing the Dark Lord and his most prominent Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange. Then she disappeared after exchanging a few words, before disappearing in a flash of lightning.

Apparently, the Potters do not have a good relationship with the eldest Potter child and more investigations are pending. But now, we plan on interviewing the Potter family about their relationship with Nicole Potter and any friends who may have interacted with her during her school years.

As of now, people are in the midst of celebrating the death of the Dark Lord and crippling of his forces.

Pg. 4 - History of Albus Dumbledore

Pg. 6 - History of the Potter family

Charlie just sighed and closed the newspaper before he saw a young woman in a white uniform and apron gave him a bit of a nervous smile as he smiled back.

"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"

She shook her head, "Not really. I didn't want to disturb you as you seemed so invested into reading the newspaper."

He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah. I was just catching up on a bit of the news as I have been out of the country for a while so I am not behind."

She nodded, completely understanding, "Now, what would you like to order?"

"Hmm, I'll have a stuffed baked potato with a bowl of chili with extra cheese and an Italian sandwich with extra roasted peppers, please."

She took the menu and nodded, "It will be out soon. Would you like a coffee?"

"If you could, please."

The young waitress nodded again before quickly leaving to get a pot as he looked out the window and into the sky. The birds chirping as flew off to do what they usually do. He let his eyes close for a moment as he thought of Nicole, hiding amongst the shadows whenever he was dragged along with his family to visit the Potters. He missed her smile whenever he showed up and all the stories he told her along with his brother whenever his family was too distracted by kissing Theodore's ass to notice them.

'Be safe, Nicky.'

[The Burrow]

The entire house was silent and fraught with so much tension that one slip up would cause someone to explode.

Molly was snarling as she made her anger known through being extra rough with her pots and pans.

'I can't believe I wasted so much time on that little brat and he wasn't even the Boy-who-lived! It's her! That poor excuse of a girl! The nerve of it all! No matter...Ginny can still marry into the Potter family and get her share of the family fortune. But, if I manage to get her hitched with Ronnie than we would be set for life, the Weasley name would be restored! However, Nicole would need some serious adjustment before she could be presented to him. The cheek of that girl, refusing to acknowledge me, her future mother-in-law! And refusing to heed or even reply to my letters. She's just like those miscreants who are all independent and don't want to be a stay-at-home-mother. Well, that will not happen. Nicole will definitely become a part of my family, after all, what better role model to be the perfect mother than me?' She smiled as she made to fix lunch.

Arthur was leaning back on the chair as he was just sad over the entire situation, he wondered if Nicole would ever forgive them, but the answer was obvious even if he didn't say it out loud. Nicole would never forgive them, she wanted practically nothing to do with them, especially considering how abrasive Molly could be. All he wanted to do was move on, but his wife was stubborn and do everything in her power to get what she wanted. He only hoped that it wouldn't cripple her in the end.

An unexpected houseguest was steaming in a single chair, pulled into the corner of the room. It was Percy Weatherby-I mean Weasley. He was fuming over the situation he found himself in. He lost his job at the Ministry, being Fudge's head rim-job supplier, oh the number of tissues he used never seemed to get the brown stuff off of his nose, but it paid fairly well.

He wanted to scream to the world that it wasn't fair, he was hardworking, loyal, and had a good-ish personality.

'As if being forced to move back in with my family wasn't bad enough after being dumped and his apartment evicted him and terminated his lease. He was ousted for his connection with his family as a betrayer to Nicole. I wonder...if I got into a relationship with her, would my life go back to normal? Yes of course! She wasn't bad looking from the few times I saw her in the library, she is a Ravenclaw so she is studious and not a slacker. Damn, I should have gotten to know her when I was in close enough. No matter, I'm better than Ronald, it would be a piece of cake and I just woo her into my arms with my charm. Then my life will be perfect, I'll never see my family again, I will be rich, popular, be on the fast track for Minister of Magic and being given the respect I deserve.'

Fred and George sat across from each other, tossing around one of their prank duds as a ball to keep them distracted as they looked at each other.

George asked, "Do you think she will forgive and forget?"

Fred raised an eyebrow, "Would you?"

He gave a shake of his head, "And I am sure your answer is the same?"

"No, duh. But what are we going to do if she ever comes back? Do we...you know."

"How do you apologize to someone who has no negative reaction? It's like every time we prank someone in her range or prank her, she has no reaction. It's almost like they're boring to her."

"Well, if we get the chance we can confront her and ask her."

"But do you think she will answer? The only person she talks to is Lovegood and she made it clear that she loathes our family for all the crap Mom has pulled on Nicole, the same for Ginny and Ron. We aren't on her good list for the pranks we pulled on her and the little bird made it clear she would hex us if tried anything."

"Then I guess we just have to wait."

"This sucks."

Ron was practically the only one in the house that some semblance of happiness, but it was soured by his anger that he wasted so much time on a fraud. He didn't care that Theodore gave him money whenever he wanted it, paid for his food and allowed his old clothes and brooms to play Quidditch on. He needed all that stuff anyway to put up with the miserable, whiney brat. But now, it was his turn to shine.

'Dumbledore told me that I would marry Nicole and that I could do whatever I want with her. She would be forced to do my homework, cook for me, clean my house, and everything I desired.'

He drooled about all the money she had from the Potter vaults and that it would be his and he would, of course, cheat on her, she would just be a housewife for his use. No woman could resist my charm, after all.

'She should be honored that I would even touch her after spending so much time with the Dark Lord, but take one for the honor of men,' He concluded

Ginny was fuming over everyone discarding everything that Theodore did, but she smiled that she had him all to herself. She would soon get all the looks of envy or the looks of disgust confused to be envy for the way Theodore took her to the ball during his Fourth Year.

She would marry into the Potter family and that would be all that mattered, she didn't care about Nicole, just as long as she didn't affect her future with her beloved and their three children.

[Hog's Head Inn]

As the day shifted to evening, Hermione remained firm at her desk, a pile of dirty plates in the corner of her room, her hair in disarray from lack of care along with dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.

She was overlooking multiple places Nicole could be hiding as she snarled, "Where are you? You can't hide forever."

Rubbing her tired eyes, she continued to write notes on where Nicole could be, she needed to find Nicole. She had too, her entire life hung in the balance of finding Nicole and she could not fail or else it would mean her end.

'This damn year has been nothing but fucking misery,' She sneered as her face twisted into a painful grimace.

As if finishing Hogwarts and graduating alone and unwanted hadn't hurt her enough, when she tried to apply for a job in the Department of Mysteries to become an Unspeakable was the most painful thing she ever experienced. She would never forget how the Head of the Department burned up her application in front of her.

She was so shocked that she slipped out of her seat as the Department Head viciously laid into her that they had no place for someone as stagnant as her. Every time she tried to use her experiences with Theodore, he retaliated viciously until she couldn't take anymore and fled the Ministry in tears.

Hermione clutched her quill so hard that it nearly snapped in half, "I will get a job in the Department of Mysteries and when I prove my work ethic and get promoted, you will be the first to go."

Her parents were no different than the Department Head and they were livid that she saved their lives. Although they had a legitimate reason to be furious with her for moving them Australia and selling their house, all of their items and their practice that they spent most of their early adult years perfecting. No matter what reasons she used, they refused to heed it and nearly disowned her on the spot, but they made a compromise. If she managed to pay them back and make something of herself, then they couldn't disown her. She would be a high-ranked official in the Ministry and could easily pay them back.

They got back to her in a few days and gave her the total price and it still made her wince every time she thought about it. They told her not to contact them until she had the money and they may work on forgiving her as they were pissed that they had to drain their retirement funds and open up another dental practice when their pride and joy was stupidly sold for a bare quarter of its' value.

"I am not a failure, I can't fail. I'll find her and then I'll be someone."

A hard knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts and she slowly opened it to come face to face with a portly male, a greasy face, with yellowish teeth wearing a semi-expensive robe.

"Yes?"

"You know exactly what time of the month, it is, correct?"

She shuddered, making him tut at her, "Now, now, the only one who should be disgusted is me, after all, you and your Light side are now shamed individuals, remember? You need to learn your place on the pecking order now."

She snapped, "After everything-"

"Blah, blah. So what? I can see that you are still trying to make something of yourself, but it won't work. Now you know the drill. Get moving."

She fidgeted as she looked down on the floor.

"Oh? Then I guess you don't need your supply of gallons this month? I hear some people were complaining about you downstairs. You wouldn't want to be out on the streets, do you? I hear plenty of people who want a few words with you during your years at Hogwarts."

She conceded defeat as she nodded and stripped herself of her clothes, dropping them in front of the bed.

He shook his head as he sighed, "Still unappealing as always, but at least your ass is good, now put it on. I'd rather not have to look at you."

Hermione's face flushed with shame as she walked into the closet, pulled out a wool bag and placed it over her head and bent over so her ass was facing towards him as her torso was on the bed.

[Short Lemon with Dubious Content]

He walked over as he gave her ass a hard slap, making her squeak, "Good girl," he then unbuckled his belt before pulling out his cock, letting it rest on the crack of her ass for a moment before roughly shoving the hard appendage inside of her. She barely let out a choked moan of anguish as he ravaged her asshole.

Every time he thrusted inside of her made her grip on the musty sheets of her bed tighter as she just laid down and took it. She bit through her lip as she tried to focus on anything other than the fact that she was being used like a common whore.

Soon she felt him throb a couple of times before he came inside of her with a groan, putting his girth on her back, made her want to shiver before he pulled himself out.

He gave a sigh as he tucked himself back inside before he tossed a handful of gallons on the bed.

[Lemon End]

When she tore the bag off of her head and saw the five gallons on her bed, she said, "This won't be enough."

He titled his head as he didn't look at her, "I think it's a rather fair amount for someone like yourself. Or do you want to try again?"

Before she could speak, he pulled out a sack of gallons that would allow her to stay in the Inn for the next several months unhindered. She bowed her head as her tears burned her eyes before she placed the bag back on her head, laid on her stomach before putting her ass in the air.

"Please."

"Please, what?" He mockingly quipped

"Please fuck me, I need the money, please."

"That's more like it," He smiled as he looked back at the scene she created before tossing the sack of gallons on her desk, scattering her papers everywhere before making to empty himself inside of her holes.

After several hours passed, he left her alone in her room with a smile on his face and a slam of the door.

Hermione wept silently as she wrenched the bag off of her head and tossed the bag at the wall as she curled up as cum poured from both of her holes in a disgusting squelch as the stench of sex stuck to her skin.

[Grimmauld's Place #12]

Sirius was a mess, all the lights in his house were off and all the mirrors were shattered as the last sole member of the Black family couldn't even look at himself. The shame was eating him alive, every moment he spent awake was spent either drinking or weeping.

He was a failure, just like his mother said. His goddaughter, the one he swore to protect when she was born wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn't even blame her as he would have thrown a massive fit, spat at them before leaving only after disowning them publicly and viciously, but she only had cold words for all of them before leaving them up shit's creek.

Sirius could only make a pathetic whimper of a chuckle as he tossed another cheap beer bottle at the wall before him. His mind wandered back to when things were simpler, he viciously damned Voldemort for him attacking the Potters and causing this mess. Albus for activating the trice-damned prophecy that started this mess and wrongly proclaiming Theodore as the Boy-who-lived and finally himself for not sticking up for Nicole or treating her like a person.

He couldn't even recall any happy times with her, all the scoldings he had given her for not supporting her brother rang inside his alcohol-laced brain like a demonic church bell worsening his already vile headache.

Glances of Nicole aging throughout the years, he couldn't even remember the last time she smiled in his presence. She only had a blank face whenever she saw him, Remus, her parents. No matter how many memories he sorted through, none of them were pleasant.

He hoped to Merlin that Nicole gave him another chance, he would be the best godfather a child could ask for, only if she gave him another chance.

"Oh Nicole, please forgive an old dog. Give me a sign that will allow me to be your Godfather again."

[Remus' Cabin]

Remus was rocking back and forth in the corner of his destroyed nearly-empty cabin, his cot was destroyed and twisted, all his items have been ruined beyond repair and he had no money to fix it. He was outcasted even from other werewolf communities for what he did to Nicole, someone who should have been one of the most protected his pack and he left her to rot.

He was weeping and shivering from the pain, his face was sunken, almost as if he was skin on a skeleton with no muscle whatsoever. His wolf made his life a complete absolute hell. Mooney made sure he suffered for his lack of care towards his cub, slowly destroying his body.

All the links he had with what was supposed to be his packmates were severely strained throughout the year until he could barely feel them, but Nicole's link to him was weak and frail before it was cut altogether. He didn't even notice it until after she left the battlefield.

He could only hope that she was found soon, he didn't know how much of this madness he could take.

[Potter family home - May 7th, 1998]

After being given a clean bill of health by Poppy they were allowed to go home and when they saw the front door they all sighed in relief, although all of them were a bundle of negative emotions.

James just wanted to sleep off his massive migraine, his mind continued to repeat the scene of Voldemort's hell-damned sneer, gleefully admitting that he repeatedly raped his daughter, the one he repeatedly damned, practically disowned in everything but name, neglected, beaten, and isolated every summer.

Lily was constantly whimpering and sniffling as Nicole's cold glare was a stab wound in her heart that would never stop bleeding and her words calling her out just made her depressed.

Theodore was still smarting over being called a fraud and it was still furious over the fact that his father hit him for the first time in his life. The slaps were usually reserved for Nicole and it made him bite his tongue, but he felt his first taste of fear at the hands of one of the main people who spoiled rotten before he could walk.

When they entered the mansion, they all felt themselves freeze before being pulled into the middle of the living room to find themselves face to face with multiple furious Potter ancestors, the most livid of the portraits were Dorea and Charlus Potter.

Charlus Potter was an intimidating man even in his portrait, a pressed suit underneath an official Potter robe with the Potter shield over his heart. He was shown his prime, his dark hair had the Potter curse, but he managed to make it tamer as it ended on the top of his shoulders. His eyes were a cold steely brown with a fang-baring scowl that was so viciously apparent that he completely resembled the proud lion he was. He looked like James Potter, but with stronger cheekbones, a bow-shaped mouth with slight stress lines. He was very handsome man considering his position.

His wife, Dorea Potter nee Black was no different than her husband, beautiful yet intimidating, almost to the likeness of a thorned rose, something that could be watched, but never touched by those unless she willed it. Her beautiful blonde hair stopped at the base of her spine. Her heart-framed face with dark silver eyes that symbolized her Black heritage with her pale skin tone made her look like an antique doll. She was in her prime in her own painting, her smooth lips were painted in a bloody red, along with nails as her dark dress tastefully showed off her figure. But she was anything but happy as she stared down at the shameful worm she had for a son.

None of the portraits looked happy to see them if there was ever a time James was grateful his parents were not on this mortal plane it would now. He didn't even want to think about all the things his parents would do to him if they got their hands on him.

After a moment, Charlus spoke, "So James, my...pathetic miserable son would you like to explain yourself to your family?"

James looked around, seeing all the sneering and disappointed faces of all of his ancestors, before Charlus gave a loud snarl, "Well!"

Lily flinched, making Dorea wish to spit, but reeled herself in, "James. Answer us, now."

"I...It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"What? Think that we would tolerate all the shit you done to your only daughter no less. And you isolated us so we couldn't even see her? Do you know that she stumbled upon us by pure accident and activated my portrait, James?" Dorea whispered

He looked at his mother in shock, "N-no."

"Of course you didn't. That girl was completely miserable under your care, I'm surprised she didn't run away sooner."

Theodore snorted, "She's weak and always will be!"

Charlus snapped at him, "You shut your mouth Theodore James Potter! You have no reason to think your sister is lower than you. If anything, your sister is better than you and if you think that you will be the Head of the Potter family you have another thing coming."

James felt a stone settle at the bottom of his stomach, "What do you mean by that?"

Charlus looked from the shaken Theodore to James and said, "As the previous Head of the Potter family, I strip James of proxy position as Head of the family and Theodore as proxy Heir of the family."

James and Theodore screamed in agnoy as their magical boost given to them by their stations were stripped from them and settled into the house. Theodore glared at them through his tears as James wasn't any better trying not to puke from the brutal stripping of most of his magic.

"Wait!" James choked out, stopping his father from saying anymore.

As he collected himself he said, "How can I stop you from disowning us?"

One of his father's side, one of his uncles snorted, "And why should we allow a shameful figure such as yourself, your slag of a wife and brat of a son to remain in a Noble house as ours?"

Dorea gave a smile, but it was anything but pleasant, "I see where you are going with James. I have every right to deny it, but I feel that you won't learn your lesson. I feel that I should have been more strict with you and maybe you wouldn't have turned out this way. But how about this. If...and I mean if you get Nicole to forgive you of her own free will and gives you a chance of redemption than you can stay a Potter. However...if you cannot and she swears that she will never forgive you, the name Potter will be stripped from you, your wife, and your son. You will be barred from all Potter properties and their resources. Everything from the Potter fortune down to the multiple households and funds would be hers and hers alone. And you James, Lily, and Theodore will be left with not even the clothes on your back."

James could only curse the fact that his mother was a Slytherin and one of the truly vicious ones at that.

"Very well, I, James Charlus Potter accept the proposal that if I get Nicole Aster Potter to forgive myself and my family for our mistakes, we would be allowed to keep our name and if I...fail than I will leave the Potter family with no fuss. So mote it be."

His magic wrapped around him, chaining him to his oath.

"Hmm, very well, but now you are not welcome here. You are go to vacate one of the smaller properties and no elves are to be summoned by you. Think of this as your punishment from us. And you can't complain, we would could be much...crueler if you push us."

The magic restraining James, Lily, and Theodore disappeared making them all fall to the floor before James bowed, gritting out, "Thank you for the mercy."

He then quickly left with Lily and Theodore with his parents and the rest of his ancestors looking at him in pure disappointment.

[Old Pee's Cabin - On the Edge of Wales - May 8, 1999]

James had just slammed the door shut coming home viciously bitter after another day of working at the fish market, smelling that just got smacked with a rotten tuna. He loathed his job, he used to be one of the respected and revered aurors in the Ministry, now he was a lowly fish worker.

Lily wasn't any better as she was practically a skeleton, working long hours, cleaning other's houses to get money for food and clothes to wear. She could barely cook and both Potter males made that viciously known. The vaults rejected them and it pissed off James to no end for months. They got into arguments constantly and Theodore was just sour all of the time.

He complained every day, how he was forced to associate with people who were lesser than him, how he was beat up by people bigger than him, how he was rejected and outcasted in the public school his mom forced him to go too. James couldn't care less and just told him to stuff his complains despite his mom telling him that things would be better soon. He slammed the front door shut and went straight to his hole of a room and screamed into his grimy mattress.

Theodore snarled, clenching his fists so hard that they bled, "That failure will get everything if she doesn't forgive us. No way. Not going to happen, I'll just pretend, then when she forgives us and wait for the perfect moment before she's dead. Then everything will be the way its' supposed to be. I'll make sure she has a child to continue the family line...after all, she can't say no to her little brother."

[Hogwarts - May 9th, 1999]

Albus was silent as he looked at his empty office, all of his trinkets, books, and prized colorful decorations gone. He couldn't even wear his colorful robes, he had to wear simple brown and black ones, his eyes were old and weary with none of its' manipulating spark of enlightment that he used to show off constantly.

He was defeated, plain and simple, he didn't have any more fight in really. His brother practically disowned him outright in public and swore on his life and magic if he ever near their sister's grave he would kill him on the spot. Even though he had more dueling experience with his brother, the look on his sibling's face made him heed the warning.

He constantly had nightmares and he found himself slowly getting addicted to the dreamless sleep potion as it kept his mind away from his sins. Everything he has done in the name of the Greater Good backfired on him horribly. His nightmares about his failures, the monsters he has created, the families he had indirectly sent on a path of death. Those who he gave multiple chances too spitting in his face, cackling at him from behind their masks as they ravaged the innocent populations. The nightmares about his little sister were the worst as she didn't even need to say anything, all she did was stare at him in disappointment before turning to mist just as he woke up in a cold sweet.

He barely managed to hold onto his Headmaster positon at Hogwarts, but he knew he slipped up even once, he would kicked out into the lake and forbidden from ever returning. Fawkes, his companion for so long immediately left him after he came back from being checked clean by Poppy. He gave a harsh cry which startled him before fleeing, never to be seen again.

He wasn't welcomed among most of his staff either.

Flilus loathed his very existence for what he did to his most prized student and made damn sure everytime they passed each other that he knew it. He would never forgive Albus and the Potters in their main roll in driving his student to suffer for so long.

McGonagall was shocked over everything and especially over Albus' mistake that could have cost Britain everything if it wasn't for Nicole. She couldn't even look at herself in the mirror over everything she had done to her. Whether ignore her being pranked or octrized or scolding her for minor mistakes or sighing that she could have been a Gryffindor, she knew she was no better than Severus with his house and it made her want to puke.

Pomfrey didn't know the eldest Potter all that much, but was shocked about the news that Nicole was the true child who defeated Voldemort and twice at that along with the crippling of the Death Eater forces.

Sprout was sad over her lack of loyalty towards Nicole and should have treated her better instead of just ignoring her. It made her realize why Cedric barely wanted anything to do with her due to how coldly and indifferent she treated her after she found out he kissed her on the train.

Trelawney went missing several months after the final battle never to be found, but nobody really cared about the blabbing drunkard. Snape was missing a week before the final battle, some thought he died in a hole somewhere and hoped he never came back.

[Tonks Residence]

Tonks was fuming in her bedroom after another volatile argument with her parents and she can't believe that she found herself back here, dependent on her parents. She couldn't believe that she was fired from her job as an auror and nearly put in Azkaban for being a member of the Order of Phoneix.

After everything Albus did to help people, just one little mistake he made caused her to practically lose her livelyhood? To be outsted as a fake and a traitor? Her parents didn't sympathize with her at all and it made her furious. So what if she didn't follow her mother's advice to not join the Order. The Ministry was doing jack shit to stop Voldemort and his damn followers in the first place and Albus was actually trying to do something to stop it.

Now that he was shown to pick the wrong kid, everyone turns their backs on him and all of us.

'Bastards...All of you are bastards that are going to pay sooner or later.'

[Moody's Isolated Cabin]

Moody was drinking in the dark, sitting his stripped wooden chair as he looked up at the ceiling and hoped that never saw Albus again.

"I should have cut off contact sooner with the old, manipulative bastard."

He sighed as he took in a big swing of his anti-tampering flask filled with his preferred liquor and thought about the eldest Potter child and kept up with the news in case they did manage to spot her.

Moody could only think, 'Was she really powerful or was that bastard just saying shit to cause more misery before he gutted us. But the curse she placed on them and all the first accounts interviews with those who witnessed his death, negate the first option.'

"Damn you, Albus and your greater good bullshit."

[With Nicole - May 15th, 1999]

She was standing in the living room with her children, who are now four-years-old and quickly growing. Charlotte wore a blue and white polka dotted dress with black ballet flats. Michael was wearing a pair of jeans with a collared shirt and sneakers. Nicole was wearing a simple lavender sundress with brown ankle boots and a matching leather jacket.

Kneeling down to meet the height of her children, she said, "Alright kids, we are going to meet with Pappy and his wife."

"Oh, really do you think they will have fudge?"

"Yeah, or those cookies!"

She gave a simple smile, "Possibly."

Nicole gathered them in her arms as they made sure to get a good grip on her jacket, "Hold on tight, okay?"

They nodded before they all popped away from the isolated island, hidden away from the rest of the world.

[Eastern Germany]

In a two-story wooden cabin near a large lake, an elderly couple were resting in a set of rocking chairs, the male half of the couple was Nicolas Flamel, a man wearing a simple white button-up shirt with matching pants and slippers. His wife, Perenelle was beside him, rocking back and forth, humming a tune she used to sing to hundreds of children they have cared for in their earlier years. She was wearing a simple flower-laced evening gown with a pair of supported ballet flats.

Then before them, Nicole popped into existence with her two children clutching her clothes. Perenelle quickly stood up and made to crush all three in a hug as Nicole smiled before setting the children down who ran to hug Nicolas who eagerly returned them.

Perenelle smiled, "Oh, I am so happy you came. I was wondering if Nicolas and I should pop on by, but I had a feeling you would show up soon enough."

She gave a slight laugh, "Well, your intuition is never wrong."

"No, it is not."

A barely heard snort rang out, causing the two women to look at the only other adult, looking away from the pair.

His wife pouted, tapping her foot, "Nic?"

"My apologies, but please come inside we have some catching up to do."

Nicole gave a bit of a tight smile, "My apologies but I can't. I need to go back to Britain."

Nicolas sighed, "You are going to wrap up loose ends?"

She nodded, making Perenelle cross her arms over her chest, "Well, I do not blame you. Just please be safe. And tear those arrogant idiots a new one for me, okay?"

Nicole just smiled as she hugged the older woman, "I wouldn't dream of doing anything less."

"Where do you plan on moving? America? Or France or possibly move in with us?"

"That, I still need to decide. While I love you both and the kids will always be a part of your lives, I want them to have a good relationship with other people, I can't coddle them no matter how much I want too. I want them to have both a magical and non-magical education where they develop common sense, something most of Britain lack."

"A rather fair statement, but you are still deciding where to settle down. Well, take your time. I'm just happy that you are safe, my dear. I'm sorry you had to suffer all of that pain and I wish-"

Nicole just silenced her with another hug, "You did your best, after all, you answered my letter for help, you helped deliver the twins and even kept them safe for me. I will always be in your debt."

Perenelle just patted her on the cheek, "You are too pure, dear. Now, when you come back I expect that you will be hungry, so I will make all of your favorites."

"Thank you, Nelly. We can chat all night after the kids fall asleep."

"You will probably fall asleep around midnight though."

"Maybe. Now kids, don't give your beloved Grandparents any trouble. I need to run some errands so I will not be back for a while."

Michael nodded, "Okay, bye momma!"

Charlotte rushed to give her a kiss on the cheek, "Bye momma!"

She kissed both of them back before popping away as the children asked, "Can Papa Nic tell us a story?"

He gave a hearty laugh and nodded before opening the door for them to enter along with his wife as she made to start something on the stove.

[In Magical Britain]

She found herself in the heart of Diagon Alley in the middle of the day at its' busiest. Her appearance made several witches and wizards look at her with a side glance before they started to pay attention to her. She quickly made her way through crowds of people, avoiding those who started to reach out to grab her.

'These people really need to learn the concept of personal space and the respect of privacy.'

As she quickly walked from the crowds, she found herself before the steps of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Nicole allowed the corners of her lips to quirk up as she made her way inside of the building. As she waited in line, whispers started to fill the Bank as wizards and witches pointed at her before any of them could confront her, she was led into a private office.

She sat quietly and waited before a goblin entered the room and shut the door behind him.

"So, Ms. Potter. It has been a long time since you last came here."

She smiled, "That it has, Rangus. How are you?"

"I am just fine, although I was surprised to hear that you were kidnapped, my apologies."

Nicole only shrugged, "It's done and over with."

"Just like the Dark Lord, you crushed. You should know that most of the goblins here are impressed with how you dealt with Dark Lord and his forces, especially the curse you placed on them."

She gave a cold grin, "The things you can come up with when in captivity, my dear Rangus."

"Fair point. Now let us check your savings, shall we? I am sure you remember what to do, correct?" He stated as he pulled out a piece of parchment and laid it out flat on his desk.

She bit into her thumb, allowing it to run down her finger for a second before placing it on the center of the page, allowing her blood to seep into the parchment before removing it, showing a clean thumbprint, that quickly faded before all of her information quickly appeared on it.

[Nicole Potter information]

Name - Nicole Aster Potter

Age - 20

Born - July 31, 1978

Parents - James Charlus Potter (father), Lily Anne Potter nee Evans (mother)

Sibling(s) - Theodore James Potter (brother)

Godparents - Sirius Orion Black (godfather), Amelia Bones (godmother)

Children - Charlotte Iris Potter (eldest child, daughter), Michael Aiden Potter (youngest child, son)

Titles to be Claimed - Lady Gryffindor, Lady Slytherin (by conquest), Lady Potter (!), Lady Le Fay and countless minor and Noble Houses by conquest.

Gryffindor Vault - 6,621,000 gallons, 49,000 sickles, and 21,000 knuts, jewelry, magical books, and artifacts.

Slytherin Vault - 8,934,000 gallons, 62,000 sickles, and 19,000 knuts, jewelry, magical books, and artifacts.

Potter Vault - 4,601,000 gallons, 32,399 sickles, and 5,290 knuts, jewelry, magical books, and artifacts.

Le Fay Vault - 9,199,000 gallons, 68,882 sickles, and 32,000 knuts, jewelry, magical books, and artifacts.

Sum total of countless families conquered - TOO. GOD DAMN MUCH TO COUNT!

She grinned before looking at the smirking goblin and said, "This is not taking into account, my own as well."

"No, but the Basilisk had such a lovely profit, a fair amount of the Basilisk's skin was turned into clothes at your request, along with the poison, teeth, and scales turned into weapons that are in your vault."

"Thank you, but first things first, did James disown me yet?"

Rangus shook his head, "He never got around to it, but he has constantly said he would."

She rolled her eyes, "Well, he is mostly all talk. He's an annoyance, but he hasn't acquired about my funds?"

"No, but he did close the nearly empty vault he opened in your name, but nothing else."

"So he is a hundred gallons richer. Woo-hoo. But enough about him, I am looking for a new house and I plan on absorbing all the countless houses by conquest into my own and disowning all the Death Eaters and those who helped Voldemort."

"You may as well sink the country to a violent depression."

"Like you care? But I plan on keeping Britain afloat which should take around 10% of own vault."

He sighed as he leaned back in his seat, "You are too merciful."

She gave a cold smile, "Not really, I can be as cruel as women come. Now-" She stood up for her chair, clapped her hands together, covering herself in her magic as she stated, "I accept all the titles presented to me, I swear to upload all my titles with honor, I dissolve all the families who have ties with the Dark Lord Voldemort and absorb their funds and artifacts into my vaults. I disown all those who have ties with the Dark Lord Voldemort to be nameless and desolate. So mote it be."

The magic wrapped around her finally faded at the end of her oath, before three rings appeared on her fingers.

Gryffindor ring is on her right thumb, a golden ring with a garnet gem in the middle of the ring, with multiple diamonds and rubies carved into the ring itself.

Slytherin ring is on her left thumb, a pure silver ring with a snake's mouth holding an emerald and the rest of the ring was styled with snakes wrapped around each other.

Le Fay ring is on her left forefinger, a pure silver ring with a large nuummite gem in the center of the ring.

"Have a wonderful day," She curtsied.

"You too, Lady Slytherin," He bowed

Then she exited the Bank, avoiding everyone as she decided to get some ice cream before she went to get a new wand.

As she walked, Tonks who was on a walk to clear her head after another argument with her parents saw Nicole from one of the few pictures the Potters had of her and raced to inform Albus of this.

[Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour]

She waited in line, as people stared at her weird state of dress, but she ignored them all the same before she smiled at the person manning the counter and said, "Can I have two scoops of ice cream in a cup, please?"

The young man nodded, "Okay. What flavors?"

"Lavender and clotted cream, please."

"Of course. Your name, please?"

"Nicole."

He stared at her for a moment before he saw the vicious resemblance between the Potter parents, looking like a black-haired version of Lily Potter before he stuttered out, "O-Of course. I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

He shook his head, "Nevermind. I'll get right on it!" As he rushed to complete her order

She made to sit down on a table before the ice cream was served to her and she pulled out her wallet to pay before he said, "It's on the house."

"I can't really do that, sir. Please allow me to pay."

He gave a nervous smile as he took her payment before disappearing around the counter as people stared at her. Some even getting up with only half of their ice cream eaten as they made to inform the Ministry that Nicole Potter had been found.

When she finished, she tossed her cup in the trash before she exited the Parlour and found herself surrounded by multiple aurors.

The lead auror stood in front of her, "Nicole Aster Potter, you are to follow us for questioning."

She raised an eyebrow as several of the aurors in the group shifted nervously before her, then a smile settled on her lips as she grinned, "Make me."

That will end it for now. I hope all of you like it, I am off to update other chapters. Later and thank you for everyone enjoyed my one shot that posted of this story. I plan on America, but I am still deciding where to place Nicole and her kids, but she will NOT be dimension hopping, deal with it.

Have a good day, all of you.

~Kourtney Uzu Yato!