Now inside, the guard leads me to the tellers. The place was utterly deserted. Though that isn't a surprise since it's we're in war times. I do my best to keep up with his brisk pace. We stop in front of one of the tellers. The guard clears his throat. The teller looks up and speaks to them in their language. The guard looks to me. The teller looks over the counter to look at me. I give him a small wave. "Do you have anything to identify yourself?" The teller asks me.

I motion the guard for the bag. He sets it down in front of me. I go into the side pocket and grab my father and mother's jewelry and hold up my necklace. The teller holds his hand out and I hand it all to him the rings and my mother's necklace. He looks at them with a carefully eye, then hands them back to me. I let my necklace fall back in place and I place the jewelry back in the pocket. "You'll be taken directly to the Potter account manager, young child of goblin friend." The teller says to me.

"Tank you." I tell him. He gives the goblins version of a smile, which looks threatening, and nods.

The guard leads me around the desk to the back. We open a door and head down a hall. I was becoming exhausted by this point, but I kept going. I probably wouldnt be able to sleep until after I leave with grandpa. After walking for what felt like forever, we stop in front of a door. The guard knocks firmly. A muffled "Come in," could be heard. The guard opens the door and walks me in. I see a goblin sitting at a desk going through paperwork. "Gipook!" I exclaim. Griphook looks up in surprise.

"Close the door CrackHammer. Heir Potter-Black, what are you doing here? Where are your parents?" Griphook asks concerned. The guard now identified as CrackHammer closes the door.

I start sniffling again. "Ma an Pa dead. Da is uner compulse. Make im go afer rat keeper." I told him. The goblin sighs and pinches his nose stressed.

"She was left in front of the bank and the Lord Black apperated away, before we could do anything." CrackHammer says to Griphook.

"Well thank you for bringing them here. You can go back to your post now." Griphook tells him. The guard nods and starts walking out. "Tank you!" I say to CrackHammer.

"Anything for a child. We make sure to treasure children, unlike those wizards." He says, before the he closes the door behind him. I look back at Griphook.

"Alright, we need to do a proper identification before we go any further, heir Potter-Black. Just a precaution. Can you climb into the chair in front of my desk and give me your hand? I need to do an inheritance test and for that I need three drops of blood." He asks. I nod and climb into the chair, and lean against the desk holding my hand out.

Griphook place a bowl with strange carving on it and places it down. He pours a light blue liquid from a bottle on the side of his desk in it. He takes a paper and sets it down next to it. He then grabs a dagger and gently takes my hand. He carefully pokes my pointer finger with the tip and turns my hand. He squeezes my finger and three drops of dark red, almost black, blood fall into the bowl, before the wound heals. The liquid in the bowl is now a dark red. He lets go of my hand and I sit on my knees. He wipes the knife and proceeds to pour the liquid from the bowl onto the paper. Soon words appear on the paper.

___________________

Aster Lily Potter-Black

Sex:
Hermaphrodite (Pronouns She/Her, They/Them)

Race:
Human/Slender Folk Hybrid

Age:
1 year 3 Months

Height:
2 ft. 8 in.

Weight:
21 lb.

Body Type:
Bi-Pedal

Birthday:
July 31, 2000

Magic Type:
Grey

Magic Alignment:
True Nuetral

Magic Class:
Low-Tier Battle Mage (Will Strengthen With Age)

Father:
James Charles Potter
Sirius Orion Black (By Blood-Adoption)

Mother:
Lily Amara Potter (nee Evans)

Godfather:
Sirius Orion Black

Godmother:
Alice Heather Longbottom (nee Prewett)

Status:
Half-blood

Lord/Lady of the House:
Potter (Paternal)
Peverell (Paternal)
Ravenclaw (Maternal)
Slytherin (Maternal and By Conquest)
Gryffindor (Paternal)

Heirship:
Black (By Paternal Grandmother and Blood Adoption)

Accounts:
Potter Vault:
319,995 Galleon 17 Sickles 12 Knuts
Books, Potion Ingredients, Jewelry, and Misc.
Potter Heir Vault:
10,000 galleons (Refill Every Year)
Books and 2 Trunks
Peverell Vault:
4,472,368 Galleons 23 Sickles 11 Knuts
Evans Vault:
73,000 Galleons 12 Sickles 2 Knuts
Books, Potion Ingredients, and Misc.
Ravenclaw:
1,638,747 Galleons 22 Sickles 15 Knuts
Books, Potion Ingredients, and Misc.
Slytherin Vault:
3,792,643 Galleons 5 Sickles 7 Knuts
Books, Potion Ingredients, Eggs, and Misc.
Gryffindor Vault:
5,926,739 Galleons 17 Sickles 6 Knuts
Books, Potion Ingredients, and Misc.
Black Heir Vault:
745,730 Galleons 9 Sickles 14 Knuts
Books, Potions Ingredients, Dark Artifacts, and Misc.

Abilities:
Partial-Metamorphmagus
Seer
Eidetic Memory
Parseltongue
Beast Speaker

Magic Affinities:
Parselmagic
Elemental Magic
Shadow Magic
Light magic
Dark Magic
Grey Magic
Blood Magic
Battle Magic
Soul Magic
Ruins
Potions
Divination
Charms
Transfiguration
Warding
Healing
Herbology

Spells Currently Placed:
Godfather Oath Bond (Sirius Orion Black)
Sacrificial Protection (Lily Amara Potter)
Horcrux ( Tom Marvolo Riddle)

Compulsions Currently Placed:
N/A

_________________

"Can call gampa?" I ask the goblin. He shivers at the mention of him.

"I suppose that would be best, considering he's your next of kin. Other than that idiot dog that is. We also need to be concerned about the abomination attached to you, but it's best we don't do anything without your grandfather being here. The goblins wouldn't wish to incur the Blass König's wrath." Griphook says. I nod sleepily.

Griphook opens up his side drawer and pulls out an envelope. He opens it and pulls out a small slip of paper. On the paper was a black circle with an X through it, like my necklace. Griphook takes the dagger and cuts across his palm. He squeezes his hand over the paper and lets the blood flow onto it. Rather than the blood just staining the paper it's absorbed by the symbol. Now blood red, the symbol starts to glow. After a moment the lights start to flicker. The sound of static could be heard. Then a tall shadow materializes beside us. The static increases in volume before everything went back to normal, except one detail. Where the shadow was is an extremely tall person with no discernable features. Where there would be a face was simply blank white like a mannequin. They wore a black suit, white dress shirt, and red tie. 'Aster, your ok.' An echoy voice spoke in my mind. They pulls me into their arms.

I hold onto them for dear life. I feel tears falling down my face in relief. "Ya, gampa Sleny. I ok now." I tell my grandpa.

(Author's Notes: Blass König is German for Pale King)