𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐥𝐭: 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩

"My parents, with their pure-blood mania, were convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal..." — Sirius Black

Sirius Black, the Lord of House Black, had been arrested days ago and sent to Azkaban without a trial. I was missing, apparently or thought dead. No one had the brains to check 12 Grimmauld Place. It was all over the news. My second birthday was a few weeks away, on the 12th of November. I was 9 months older than Harry, but I would be placed in his year since I was too young for the next year, which was fine. 

Kreacher was taking care of everything; making my meals, cleaning, shopping and sorting out the ordeal that was Sirius. I had gotten Kreacher to buy books about every subject in magic, etiquette, the whole lot that the Black library did not have. The library was massive and had so many books about anything. Most of it was our history and dark magic, though.

Thankfully, time was going by quickly because I hated being a baby. When Kreacher returned with bags of books, I got stuck in them. The only pro of being a baby was my brain soaked up things like a sponge. I also had nothing better to do than read and learn. What else could you do but learn about magic when in a magical world?

Kreacher started home-schooling me the best he could, mainly handing me books. I helped him with his English so he could speak it better. It wasn't hard; he was already much more compliant than Dobby.

Kreacher would praise me for my hardworking nature and tell me I was like his old Master, Regulus Black. He really did love Regulus, and I could relate. I had seen the pictures of Regulus, and let me tell you, he was a looker. With his dark curly hair, ivory skin, and lith form from playing quitch, a small amount of freckles caressed his cheeks. He was much too young to be gone so soon.

My grandmother, Walburga Black, was the same. They both praised the floor Regulus walked on; Walburga loved him a lot. Sirius had introduced us when I was a few months old; although he hated her, he wanted to show off his daughter.

She was currently in a portrait and helped me learn more. She was teaching me how to be a respectable pureblood. She would curse Sirius, which usually made me laugh, but I zoned out every time she hammered about pure-blood supremacy. It was so outdated and silly because muggles were quite innovative without magic.

My birthdays passed, and Kreacher would bake me a cake, and Walburga would tell stories about Regulus on his birthdays. It was pretty lovely, quaint but nice.

Even with them, I was unbelievably lonely. The portraits were nice. They would tell stories of their lives, share wisdom and help me learn all I could. They knew I was lonely and were trying to distract me from it, which made me thankful. Truthfully, I would've gone crazy if Kreacher was the only one here or if I had no one.

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For my eighth birthday, Kreacher had given me his precious Master's locket, the Slytherin locket that was also a Horcrux. I had asked him about Regulus, and he spewed everything out, what happened and how 'bad' he was to leave him alone.

I told Kreacher I could purify it as if I was going to destroy precious artefacts. The Goblins at Gringotts should be able to do it, or there will be some spell I could do in the Black library – I just needed to collect them all...to fix Tom Riddle.

I believed he was innocent with Harry's near death (and Lily and James), he was imperioed, and I didn't trust Dumbles or anything to foil his plans.

I had gotten him to apparate to the Gaunt's Family Shack in Little Hangleton, Riddle's home to get the ring. He was wearing gloves just in case it tried to corrupt him. Kreacher was confused why I had asked him, but he didn't complain. I was his pureblooded Mistress r after all – much better than that blood traitor, Sirius, he says.

I was waiting in the tea room eating some biscuits when Kreacher popped in with a silent pop. I walked over to him with a gentle smile, "Did you get it, Kreacher?" I asked, surveying him for any damage (Tommy boy was paranoid af).

He nodded, his floppy ears, and brought off the ring with his gloved hand – it was a gold ring inset with a beautiful black stone engraved with the Peverell coat of arms, the symbol of the deathly hallows. It might not look like much, but it was the resurrection stone, the last artifact I needed to complete the deathly hallows set and become the mistress of death – if the stories were to be true.

"Thank you, Kreacher, well done!" I praised him for a good job and held the ring into the light, admiring the deathly hallows symbol (I felt connected to it on a different level) with my glove-cladded hand.

"Kreacher will do anything the Mistress needs!" he said, straightening his new uniform with pride.

I patted his head with a soft smile; he was my only friend here. Our little moment was interrupted by a familiar hot and raspy voice. "I knew you could do it," he said, the raspiness clinging to his words.

I stiffened, not quite expecting him. I had hoped he would come when I brought the deathly hallows together, so I sought to do it early...I missed him.

He was my only real, tangible tether to my old life, and he gave me this new but lonely opportunity.

"Thanatos," I murmured, slowly turning around with a grin, and there he stood in all his dangerous greatness.

"You! How did you get through the wards?! House Black has the most powerful wards in all of Britain!" Kreacher cried out, standing before me, thinking the newcomer was here for something other than congratulations and to see an old friend.

"No need, little Kreacher. I'm a friend, Thanatos," he told Kreacher, who lightened up a bit at his words and looked to me for confirmation.

I nodded and asked, "Prepare us some tea, please." He nodded and popped into the kitchen.

I put my hand up, showcasing the chairs, silently asking him to have a seat. I sat down, and he followed gracefully, like when I first met him.

"How are you, my little mistress?" he asked, folding his legs and arms on the armchairs. The move itself made me think of thoughts I should not be thinking in this body and especially not about the god of death.

He smirked at me, indicating he knew exactly where my mind was going...the gutter. I straightened my back, trying to calm my nerves and thoughts.

"I've been good, it's lonely here, but Kreacher and the properties help with it. Magic is amazing; there are so many applications and uses for it. I was hoping collecting the hallows would bring you here...I missed you." I told him with a soft smile. I truly did miss having an actual alive (is he alive?) person here.

"As I have you. The underworld is not as nearly as fun as here. I have a deeper connection to you with the hallows so I can visit anytime. You can call upon me, and I'll be here. You've done well." He said, making me smile, so he did miss me (of course he did, I'm me).

Kreacher walked in with tea and biscuits and gave a small glare at the man sitting next to me, making me chuckle. Thanatos rolled his eyes, took the teacup, and took a sip, nodding in appreciation. "Great tea," he complimented my only friend, Kreacher. His large ear twitched in happiness but didn't lose the glare; it did lessen. It was a job well done.

Kreacher turned to me and asked, "Is that all, Mistress?" I looked at Thanatos and told my loyal elf, "Prepare a room for our guest."

Kreacher glared at Thanatos but nodded while Thanatos teased me, "It's fine. I'll just share with you, darling."

"Thanatos, I'm currently eight years old," I deadpanned at him while he smirked and shrugged his shoulder.

"I never said we would do anything." he teased but sighed dramatically and said to the air, "My mistress is so impatient."

"Absolutely not!" Kreacher cried out, making me grimace at the loud voice, "It will be fine," I told him sternly; even if he was my only friend, I had to keep the servant and master relationship in place. "He'll stay in my room," I told him, not looking at a smirking Thanatos , no doubt.

Kreacher didn't say anything but popped away. I knew he would listen. I turned to Thanatos, huffed with red cheeks, and he laughed at me. "Maybe when you're older," he teased me. I rolled my eyes and walked out, ignoring his laughing yells to return, and he was sorry.

He might be the god of death and is usually regal and formal. He can be such a teasing git! How did I even fall for someone like that? Wait...did I just admit that, ughh.

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Being a child was hard because you had the potential to do magic, but you weren't allowed a wand till you were eleven years old. Luckily, I had my precious elder wand, the strongest wand of all time, held by the most powerful wizards of all time, Gellert Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Voldemort.

Thankfully I didn't have many problems with accidental magic because I was using the wand, urging my magic to be somewhat efficient. I knew using a wand this early would be detrimental to my growth since I felt a 'core' of magic like I used to read in fantasy books in my old life. I could feel my very being thrumming with magic, and I could feel an inner type of core. It was hard to explain. It was small at first, but it increased with practice and age.

I practiced with my wand every day, using it on simple spells and tiring myself out. I soon realized that my core was growing every day. Using all my 'mana,' I could forcefully increase my core.

Being a reincarnated person, I could feel magic around me much easier. Walburga chalked it up to being blood adopted by the Pottahs since they had a few members that were magic sensors similar to the Blacks having metamorphmagus not that there's been one for a while due to all the inbreeding and loss of new blood, and the Gaunt's being parseltongues. It all came down to blood and genetics, ironically.

It was a weird experience going from being unable to use magic at all to using the strongest wand ever and using it every day. It was a thrilling and empowering moment in my life, using magic. My heart and blood sang when I used magic. I was not ready to give up my wand when I got to Hogwarts because I couldn't just walk around with the elder wand now, could I? I must get the tracer off it or get a separate one in Knockturn Alley.

The portraits weren't much help with my task of learning wandless and wordless magic. But Thanatos did help me out immensely because he never used a wand, so he knew what he was doing. I don't think I could've done it without his help.

Wandless was much easier to start with since I was just getting used to the wand, but I could tell it would get harder when I became more reliant. But I would like to think being reincarnated and not used to magic was easier for me to do. It took me nearly a year of trying every day, and I could now only do simple spells like Lumos* and accio* (which was the best fucking spell ever!) – basic year one Hogwarts spells.

Walburga was beaming through the roof when I showed her. She was proud of her little granddaughter being this competent in magic compared to her sons and being the youngest person ever to be able to use wandless magic.

Wordless magic was becoming easier with the years, just practicing and using my intent and will. Because that's all magic was, intent. It made sense since Avada Kedavra wouldn't work if you didn't have the guts or intent to use the killing curse.

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gobbledegook/goblin language

I had just turned nine when I went on my first shopping trip with Kreacher. When I was younger, this would be the first time I left the house and the garden, except for going to the Potter's hidden cottage.

No one had come to the house, Dumbledore didn't, and neither did the authorities. I thought they would've seized the house, but they didn't. But I wasn't going to chance it, so I needed to buy a new house and move everything there since it had been eight years. House of Black could do much better than a 'small' house in muggle London.

We apparated into Diagon Alley to go to the Gringotts. I needed an inheritance test and to hopefully get my lordship ring. I knew I was young, but I needed to start stepping up and caring for the house and my lordship because no one was doing anything about it.

We had walked to the front door, and two giant goblins in armor stood there, tall and proud. There was a poem engraved on the door, warning all those who would dare steal from them:

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there."

I gave a small bow to the guards and then returned the favor. I never understood why wizards were disrespectful to other creatures like goblins or elves. They helped us free of charge and guarded our money. They were also a warrior race, and they should be given respect.

We ascended the stairs and walked inside. There was a sparse population in the bank. White marble from the floor to the ceiling was clean and shiny – it looked brand new. It was quite a sight.

Kreacher and I walked to a desk where an annoyed goblin sat writing and counting money. I bowed slightly, it looked weird with my short frame, but it worked. The globin looked up at me, nodded his head in a bow, and grunted, "What brings you here."

"Greetings, may your enemies fall to your blade. I'm Versailles Black. I wish to speak to my account manager and possibly get an inheritance test if that's applicable." I asked, speaking in gobbledegook, hopefully making a good impression and making him more comfortable. Goblins should be treated like friends and not creatures just because of their appearance.

His large eyes widened momentarily, and he asked, "Greetings, may your gold overflow. I am Master Wolffang. You speak Gobbledegook?"

I nodded with a small smile and said, "Yes, Ms. Black didn't skimp on my education, and you are important to wizardly life. It's outrageous that wizards treat you like foes instead of friends."

He nods with a small and says, "Follow me, Miss Black. I will take you to your house's manager" and leaves his post and takes me to the side of the bank to a narrow corridor. We stopped at a large metal door with a pure gold plague, which I shook my head at. The plaque read, *Director Gabork*, Wolffang knocked on the large door before a faint enter was heard, and we walked inside.

It was a large clean room with a desk in the middle and a few shelves filled with books and chests.

"Director Gabork, Ms. Blakc is here for an inheritance test and to see about her vaults," Wolffang told the larger goblin.

Gabork turns his narrowed gazes at me, and I give him a low bow of respect, and Kreacher bows his head before standing straight. The director looked at me with surprise and a sense of respect. I knew he didn't give to a lot of wizards.

"May your enemies fall to your blade, Director Gabork," I greeted him traditionally.

His eyes widened again, and takes a moment to respond, "and may your gold forever flow, Miss Black. It's been a long time since a human has spoken in our native tongue".

"You deserve as much respect as anyone Director, if not more. Goblins run the only wizardly bank in the country. If you wanted to, you could cripple the whole wizardly race. It's stupid people don't respect you enough," I told him, strongly switching the conservation to English.

He seemed pleased with my words and motioned me to sit after waving Wolffang out.

"Ms. Black, please forgive the surprise in seeing you. News is that you are missing or dead." The director commented.

I huffed and said, "The daily profit exaggerates. I haven't been missing and am not dead. I've been at my house for the last eight years hiding and learning. When my father was imprisoned, I fled home, and surprisingly no one showed up to check, but our place is full of charms, so I can see the appeal of not checking".

He laughed roughly and nodded, "yes, your right. Wizards are a cowardly bunch, ironically. Now, what can I do for the last member of the Black House?"

"Kreacher here has been handling everything, but I've needed to step up. I've come for my ladyship ring, an inheritance test, and my estates," I explained softly.

"Of course," he nods, getting up to the table in the corner, grabbing a dagger, a white stone bowl, parchment, and a feathered quill and bringing them to his desk.

He looked at me and explained the process: "I'll need five drops of your blood in this bowl, and the quill will soak it up, acting as ink. Then your lineage, inheritance, and abilities will be on the paper."

I stood up, took the ornate gold dagger from his hand and sliced my hand, and counted as the blood dropped into the bowl. After five fell, I removed my hand, used a quick, epsikey* and scourgify * on the blade and placed it on the desk.

I watched in fascination as Director Gabrok dipped the quill in my blood, and a moment later, it floated in the air and wrote on its own.

We stand in silence, waiting for the quill to stop, and it soon does and floats in my awaiting hand. I took a deep breath and began to read.

Name: Versailles Sirius Black

Date of Birth: November 12th, 1979

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Family:

Sirius Orion Black (Father, Azkaban)

Clarie Rosier (Mother, deceased)

James Fleamont Potter (Magical Godfather, deceased)

Lily Potter nee Evans  (Magical Godmother, deceased)

Remus Lupin (Magical Godfather, alive)

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black (Magical Godmother, Aunt, alive)

Ladyships:

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (from father)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Rosier (from mother)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Lestrange (right of conquest)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell (by right of magic)

Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter (magical blood adoption)

Most Ancient and Prestige House of Gryffindor (magical blood adoption, James)

Most Ancient and Prestige House of Ravenclaw (magical blood adoption, Lily)

Most Ancient and Prestige House of Slytherin (right of conquest)

Mistress of Death

Magical Core: Sorceress level

Magical Abilities:

Wandless magic

Wordless magic

Magic Sense (due to Potter blood adoption)

Metamorphmagus (due to Black blood line)

Soulmates: Regulus Actrsus Black, (deceased in limbo), Tom Marvolo Riddle, (wraith form), Thanatos (???)

After reading it and smiling at how much power my inheritance could mean for me. But I drop the paper with a gasp seeing the bottom piece of information. I didn't know that wizardly folk.

"THANATOS!!" I yelled out loud, not caring about my secret. The paper exposed me anyways.The shadows in the room congregated in one spot, and a suit-cladded figure stepped out hesitantly. "Yes, Mistress," he called out knowingly in that stupid raspy voice of his with a bowed head.

I whipped around to him, showing the paper in his face, and yelled, "What the fuck is this?! Since when are their soulmates here!"

I was freaking out, yes, most definitely. I had no problem with the people as my soulmates, just one small problem. They're both fucking dead...basically, and, well, Thanatos is literally Death. I heavily simped on Reg and Tom back in my old life.

I blame my younger sister since she simped over the Slytherin boys despite being a Hufflepuff. She liked living on the edge of life. She brought me into her obsession, and I tried waving it off, but I just couldn't. The movies and enormous amounts of edits made me fall for them.

Thanatos was always really hot and was there a lot for me when I grew up, and he gave me life again, how couldn't I fall in love with that?

Thanatos, the all-mighty personification of Death, was twiddling his thumbs! He coughed and explained, "Uh-well, you said you were lonely at the mansion, so I pulled a few strings...."

"Okay, but why did you make yourself my soulmate...." I asked with a raised eyebrow, coking my hip to the side with a disappointed look marring my face.

He sighed childishly, "Don't be mad! I couldn't help it. You're my mistress, so why not be my...mistress?"

I choked on air and threw the paper at him, "You are way too forward, and I'm like 9!"

'I knew he was a fucking sub, despite the dom aura,' I commented, mentally ignoring the annoyed look flashing through Death's face.

"I'm not a fucking sub! I can wait!" he said, ignoring everyone, even Kreachers disgusted expression.

'Daddy Thanatos was a freak,' I observed.

"And the others? Regulus is dead!" I asked in disbelief.

He rolled his eyes, all childish personality gone, and said, "I know of your plans!"

I gasped and said, "You said you would stop reading my mind!"

He crossed his arms and said, "Well, I lied."

I rolled my eyes and quietly mumbled, "Maybe I could fasten my plans."

Director Gorbork coughed, bringing our attention towards him, "It's a pleasure Master Death" he bowed low to Thanatos, who waved him off, and he nodded slowly and turned to me, "Well, Ms. Black shall we discuss your ladyships and estates?"

I nodded and sat back down, putting the whole soulmate fiasco to the back of my head.

"Lady Black, despite your young age, you can claim these titles since you are the last living heir-now lady of these houses so that you can be legally emancipated," Gorbork said, making me smile.

I frowned and asked, "Will Dumbledore and the Ministry be altered?"

"The Ministry nor Dumbledore won't be able to do anything. they don't have that much power to magically or forcefully remove your titles. They meet in a few days, so it'll be too late," he explained, making me sigh in relief.

"That's wonderful," I said as he brought over a few boxes that contained the rings and started showcasing them.

"The Lady Black ring; due to your father being in prison, he is unfit to rule the house which now moves to you," he explained and placed the box in front of me.

"The Lady Rosier ring, due to your mother's connection and you being the only alive member of the house with house Rosier."

"The Lady Lestrange ring with, all living members in Azkaban and unfit of their lord/ladyships"

"The Lady Potter ring," he said, handing the ring over. I raised an eyebrow, "You are older than Lily and James son, and due to the blood adoption, you do have a right to the ladyship. Harry will be the heir till he is of age or enmapacitated," he explained, and I held the ring with a soft smile.

'Lily loved this.' I remembered her love for this ring, James had given it to her for the wedding. She loved red and sparkly things.

"The Peverell ring as by right of magic," he said, looking at Death, who nodded in response.

"The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw ring, again due to the blood adoption. You will have to sort this out with Harry when he comes of age," he explained, handing me the two boxes.

I nodded and said, "Of course, we will talk about this when he is older."

He nodded and informed me, "To claim them, you must put your hands over them and say, "I your name, do so claim the houses of say house name, as is my magical and lawful right. So mote it be."

I nodded, looked at the rings with a smile, hovered my hands over them, and recited, "I, Versailles Black, do so claim the houses of Black, Rosier, Lestrange, Potter, Peverell, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, as is my magical and lawful right. So mote it be

I felt the thrumming and familiar feeling of magic surrounding and accepting me, like a warm embrace welcoming me home. It reminded me of my mum, my real mum.

I placed all the rings on my available fingers, letting the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor ring merge into a new golden ring that showcased a small raven teasing a roaring lion in one engraved ring.

Director Gorbork handed me a portfolio with all my properties, money, artifacts, and anything else in my vaults and business percentages that I own inside. I must do an inventory, pick the best place, and start reconstruction. Hopefully, Thanatos would help me move in along with magic.

At his nod, I knew he heard me making me stick my tongue at him.

"Here, Lady Black-Rosier- Lestrange-Potter-Peverell-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw" Director Gorbork said, handing me a small brown pouch. "It's connected to all your vaults, just think of what you want and pull it out," he explained its purpose.

"Thank you, Director, but please call me Lady Versailles."

"Of course, Lady Versailles. Your titles can be a mouthful," he joked, and I laughed in agreement.

"If you need anything else, please just write me a letter. Unlike most wizards, you've been a pleasure," he said, sneering at other wizards.

"Of course, you as well," I told him, shaking his hand before leaving the office with Kreacher and Thanatos in step.

"Where too next, Mistress?" Kreacher asked from my left while Thanatos observed the bank.

I looked down at him and answered, "Now, some shopping. We need to get more elves in our care for the new residence and maybe a new pet. We need some more life at the mansion."

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So I kinda glossed over her magic training because news flash I'm not a wizard *cries in the corner* and I don't know. I'm sorry :(

Also she's just OP, pretty OP for the second chapter but eh, she's a baddie okay! She wont be dueling Dumbledore anytime soon okay! Also she also can sense magic – this comes from the potter blood adoption. Her new abilities will be used more into the future!

Also what's a good nick name for Thanatos?

Spells

* Lumos – (wand) emits light

*Accio – summoning charm*Episkey – treats mild to moderate injuries

*Scourgify – cleans things

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