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Holly might have gotten ahead of herself. She had absolutely no idea where she was going. Leaky Cauldron? Where the frick was that ? Nothing was ever explained in the franchise that she’d heard of. Hell, she doesn’t even think the actual Harry Potter actually knew anything about the wizarding world because he was busy trying to fight Moldywart.
Also, while she’s analyzing the series, who the hell leaves a child to fight a seventy year old man who’s trying to kill said boy? You can’t figure it out yourselves? You’re gonna leave it to a jealousy ridden redhead, an I’m-always-right, know-it-all, girl who doesn’t really get the wizarding world, and a quick-to-anger child with abuse issues?
Yeah. Definitely.
Holly was not here for this bullshit. She was here to magic her way through life. She was here to learn rituals and old traditions that make you feel magic. She was here for fucking snake friends.
Speaking of-
“Hello.” The garden snake in front of her jerked it’s head up to look at her.
“Speaker?” It questioned. She gave a small smile.
“Yes. Have you met other speakers?” The snake shook it’s head.
“The others of your kind have stopped their perusal of my language, the fools. The Elder instead say that they use our name as an insult and become upset when we bite back.” It hisses. Holly nods her head.
“Fools indeed. Can you show me?” She asks. The snake tilted it’s in question. “The fools, can you show me the fools?”
“I can show you the fools.” The snake agreed. So Holly followed. It took a little less than an hour to get there via a little walking and the train, but eventually, she stood in front of The Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Rd.
“Thank you friend.” She thanks. The snake tilts its head.
“Will you not go in?” It questions. Holly shook her head.
“I fear they will recognize me. I am highly revered for something that happened when I was a hatchling. I do not appreciate the humans’ attention.” The snake nods.
“Good luck on your journey, young one. Be better than the fools.” It commands, before it slithers off. Holly smiled, watching it go.
She returned to the Leaky the next day with cosmetics over her scar and her hair pulled back into a high ponytail exposing her forehead entirely. She wore a plain black skirt and Mary Jane's, as well as a cream sweater which she had gotten knitted from an old lady a few blocks over. The woman had been having a garage sale as she was moving away and had graced Holly with a few articles of clothing which she now kept carefully hidden under her mattress ( if she could call it that ).
Upon looking in the mirror, she noticed that she really must look like her mother with her father’s hair and skin, as she didn’t have glasses or any other grand feature she can remember the books having said about him.
She skipped into Diagon Alley behind a group of witches. The silly women were so busy gossiping that they didn’t notice the small girl quietly trailing behind them. Holly had to refrain from giving a fist-pump of success. Now all she had to do was find Gringotts!
That actually wasn’t hard at all, as it was pretty impossible to miss the big white building that towered over all the others. She didn’t bother reading the plaque that warned others from stealing as she wasn’t planning on stealing anything from this place except maybe a horcrux. Maybe.
She approached the goblin in the front.
“Ah, um, excuse me, sir?” She asked like the socially awkward human she is. She wished she could slam her face straight into the podium. The goblin looked down to her with a sneer that she felt she entirely deserved.
“I have a vault here but no one’s ever given me the key. I was wondering who I would need to talk to about this.” She explained. The goblin let out a noncommittal hum.
“Ragnok will take care of you.” He said, and waved another goblin over.
“Follow me.” The new goblin said testily. When they arrived to his office he sat behind his desk and she sat in front.
“What seems to be the problem?” Ragnok asked.
“I have a vault here but no one’s ever given me the key to it. And my parents are dead so I don’t really know how this was all supposed to work.” She explained, her foot bouncing anxiously. Ragnok opened a drawer and pulled out some parchment and a silver knife.
“Put three drops of blood on the parchment. I need to verify the fact that you do have a vault here.” Holly nodded and took the knife, nicking a spot just above her elbow. She’s never agreed with slicing her hand open, that’s stupid. She uses her hands a lot and would rather not injure them severely because she didn’t know how to cut herself open correctly.
The blood spread out on the parchment and unfurled into words.
Holly Eridani Potter
Biological parents; James Potter (father- deceased), Lily Potter (mother- deceased)
Godparents; Sirius Black (godfather- alive), Marlene McKinnon (godmother- deceased)
Vaults;
- Vault 687: Potter Trust Vault (Bestowed by James Potter)
- Vault 692: Potter Family Vault (Inheritance by blood)
- Vault 836: Lily Evans Vault (Inheritance by blood)
- Vault 879: Holly Potter Trust Vault (Bestowed by Sirius Black)
- Vault 499: Peverell Family Vault (Inheritance by blood)
- Vault 718: Gaunt Family Vault (Inheritance by conquest and blood)
- Vault 765: Tom Riddle Vault (Inheritance by conquest and blood)
Heir Titles; Potter (by blood), Peverell (by blood), Black (conferred by Sirius Black)
Ragnok nodded his head and muttered under his breath.
“Which vaults would you like keys to?” He asked.
“All of them, please.”
“Would you like us to change the locks and keys?”
“I would be much obliged, thank you.” Holly agreed. If she didn’t trust Dumbledore, well, who could blame her? The man literally left her on the doorstep of her abusive family’s house. She definitely wasn’t his biggest fan.
And so, Holly took money out of her Trust Vault from her father, then went to Diagon Alley to shop. The first stop she made was at a travel shop where she looked at bags with extension charms, as she did not wish to carry everything in her hands.
She chose a black, leather purse that was charmed against thieves and damage, and was barely bigger than an adults hand. She’d asked the store to put an extra notice-me-not on it so the Dursley’s wouldn’t find it.
Her next stop was Twilfitt and Tattings, which was a high end clothing shop over by Gringotts. While there she ordered what was currently in style for blouses and dresses, as well as skirts, all in a multitude of colour. There was also a shoe shop next door and she picked out a pair of black platform boots, flats, and sneakers.
After that was Flourish and Blotts, from which she got books on magical traditions, history of both the wizarding world and the prominent noble families, etiquette for the nobles, light, dark, and grey rituals, as well as runes and arithmancy. Before leaving, she also grabbed one of the books and the ancestors of the noble families. Might as well make sure she knows who is who so she doesn’t offend anyone.
She stopped at Scribbulus Writing Instruments to pick up a few quills so she could learn how to write with them, as well as an instruction book for beginners workbook for calligraphy writing. She absolutely refused to have the chicken-scratch Harry was known for.
She had actually gotten to a point where she liked how her writing looked before she died ( was murdered ).
Her last stop was Sugarplums Sweetshop where she might have gone a little overboard and bought some of everything. She refuses to feel bad about it though because she will proudly admit that she’s addicted to sugar.
And thus, her trip to Diagon Alley came to an end, with all her new belongings tucked into her bag in which a little room resided where she could put everything she needed.
And the Dursley’s never found out.