Hey Fanfictionaires, yes I am alive. Now explanation time. In the first couple of months it started out as writers block/hating what I had written you get the picture. Then this summer my Bobo (my grandfather) passed on. I started writing the chapter again(Yay!). Then life threw me several curve balls... all right after the other (Boo!).

I discovered things I hadn't known about, about my family origins, my parents, and just life in general. And the bad tended to out way the good. But I wanted to at least get this stupid annoying chapter up for you guys. So I apologize if it doesn't seem up to par as my normal stuff is. I managed to get till Viktor and Alek re-meet Calla. I am still working on this, but please understand that I am under a lot at the moment but I am still working on this because I love Mrs Viktor Krum and I love you guys, you guys are so awesome. I also apologize for the lack of responses to the reviews as I normally reply to all of them. I still value them, they still brightened up my day. But I just wasn't in the mental ability to be the author you know and love (well hopefully love...). Thank you for understanding, I love you guys so much. Now, onto what you are usually used to :P

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Chapter Two

Calla breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself as her mind raced to process the overwhelming information she had learned. After that failed, Calla forced herself to think over the information once more.

First, she was a witch. Not a green-skinned, wart covered, large nosed witch that cackled and ate children type of witch; but as in she had magical powers that defied the laws of physics. There was an entire society hidden away from the modern world. And she was now a part of it.

Second, her parents were not irresponsible, useless drunks that died from a car crash. They were loved and highly respected people. They fought in a war against a psychopath was obsessed with 'blood purity'. They were murdered by the same psychopath they fought against. Their names were Lily Susan Potter nee Evans and James Charles Potter. They were her parents. They were war heroes. They were people to be proud of. Calla had finally felt pride in being the daughter of Lily and James Potter.

Third, she was famous for surviving the attack that had killed her parents and 'killing' the psychopath that killed them. She was famous for surviving something that had killed her parents. She was known as the 'Girl-Who-Lived' and people will run to greet her if they noticed her. She finally knew the reason why some people would come up to shake her hand and then vanish suddenly during her childhood.

The fourth and final thing was that. She. Was. Rich. She was at Gringotts when a goblin, Griphook came up to her and informed her that her presence was requested by her account manager. Hagrid, the giant that had taken her from the little hut on the rock had protested loudly. Hagrid insisted that he had to take her to get her school things. Calla had seen the worry for her in Hagrid's eyes so she sent him a reassuring smile. She told him that she would be fine and that she could request a worker from Gringotts to accompany her on her shopping. Griphook had immediately agreed and Hagrid had no choice but to give in. He had given a farewell clap to her shoulder before he left. Griphook had led her to her account manager, Dragontooth's office.

Calla opened her eyes and saw Dragontooth look at her with concern.

"Are you alright, Heiress Potter?" Dragontooth asked gently. Calla smiled bitterly and shook her head softly.

"Not exactly but let us carry on. I have a feeling I am about to have my life turned upside down once again." Calla spoke neutrally but her grip on her violin case showed how close she was to panicking. Dragontooth stared at her for a second before he reached into his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. Dragontooth set it upon his desk before he spoke.

"This parchment will show you your inheritance and magical prowess. You will need you to prick your finger and let a few drops of blood drop onto the parchment. The parchment will then scan your blood and magic and will write out which family names you have claim to as well as your levels of magic in certain areas. This is a common practice between purebloods and magic-raised as it has been known for Magick to take an extinct family and place their family magic in a 'random' person. Normally this test would be taken at your seventeenth birthday, the day you turn of age. But because you are the last of the Potter's it is protocol to see which vaults you have inherited and which you have not inherited." Dragontooth handed her the small dagger. The dagger was iron and had a gold handle but had strange writing inscribed into it. Calla carefully pricked her finger and let her blood slowly gather before three slow drops of blood hit the parchment with a splat. Calla watched in fascination as her blood was absorbed into the parchment. The parchment glowed ever so slightly and her name was spelled out.

Calla-Lily Dorea Potter

Calla's eyes widened.

Fifth, her middle name was Dorea. She had a middle name. Calla had a middle name.

Sixth. She was named after her mother. She shared something with her mother.

The parchment had filled out as Calla processed this new information.

Parents: James Charles Potter (deceased) and Lily Susan Potter nee Evans (deceased)

God-parents: Sirius Orion Black (unavailable) and Alice Longbottom nee Spinnet (unavailable)

Magical Guardian: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Known soul-bonds: Viktor Aleksander Krum (unbonded)

Marriage Contracts: Viktor Aleksander Krum, (must be completed before bride-to-be is 22)

Heiress/heir

Ancient and Noble house of Potter (Paternal)

Ancient and Noble house of Gryffindor (Paternal)

Ancient and Noble house of Ravenclaw (Maternal)

Ancient and Noble house of Slytherin (Paternal) (Right Of Conquest)

Ancient and Noble house of Preverell (Paternal)

House of Evans (Maternal)

Magic/Abilities (1-1000)

Magic Core: 924 (447 blocked) (Albus Dumbledore)

Occlumency: 608 (608 blocked) (Albus Dumbledore)

Legilimency: 586 (586 blocked) (Albus Dumbledore)

Divination/Seers Ability: 843 (743 blocked) (Albus Dumbledore)

Parseltongue/ParselMagic: 659 (559 blocked by Albus Dumbledore)

Healing Magic: 564

Transfiguration Magic: 796

Charms Magic: 864

Earth Magic: 764

Intent Magic: 886 (686 blocked) (Albus Dumbledore)

Animagi: Silver Fox, raven

Dark magic: 536

Grey magic: 987

Light magic: 776

(Request Testing For Further Information)

(A/N The rest of the parchment is just saying how much she owns, blah blah blah. She's rich.)

Calla read this carefully.

"Do you have any questions?" Dragontooth asked her. Calla nodded slowly.

"Several, if I may?" Calla had let her question trail off, it grew quieter as she grew more uncertain.

"Of course." Dragontooth told her.

"First, what is a soul-bond?" Calla asked softly.

"There are three types of soul-bonds. Pet, friend, or potential future spouse. If it's with a pet, you would have a higher understanding with your pet. Your pet will always be able to find you and you will probably find yourself speaking to it as though it could speak itself and find yourself getting the general idea of what they are saying. Your pet would be referred to as your familiar. It has been said that the strongest bonds with their familiars are able to communicate through their minds. After a lack of recent proof it was said to be a myth.

A soul-bond with a friend is referred to as a 'soul-siblings'. It can be with someone much older or much younger. The older will usually assume the role as the 'older sibling' while the younger takes the role as the younger sibling. Soul-siblings are not rare but they are not common either. There are also times where soul-siblings will be soul-twins. You do not have to be born on the same day as the other. Usually soul-twins are born in the same year or are at maximum eleven months apart.

Now soul-bonds are considered potential soulmates. You have a higher chance at love and that love lasting than with other people. But the thing about soul-bonds is that they don't need a bonding ceremony to get the… perks of marriage. Your magic will connect after a while. Being able to feel each other's emotions and your inner… feral, will see the soul-bond as a mate. What role you have in the relationship, depends entirely on the relationship." Dragontooth had started out well but grew unsure as to how to explain the last bond. Human's relationships were very different than goblin relationships, more complicated than a goblin's relationship.

"Thank you. Now this Viktor Krum, is a soul-bond of mine and that is the reason why I have a marriage contract with him?" Calla questioned. Dragontooth nodded. "How did my parents know he was a soul-bond of mine?" Calla questioned.

"I would assume they performed the charm. The Krum's and the Potter's are old family friends, as well as having an alliance with each other. I would assume Lord Krum brought Heir Krum to meet you and they saw some unusual behaviour." Dragontooth informed her. Calla nodded, accepting the answer.

"Why does it say that Dumbledore blocked my magic?" Dragontooth stared at her before he cursed in goblin-tongue. He held out his hand for the parchment. Calla placed it into his wrinkled hand. Dragontooth's beady, black eyes scanned over the parchment quickly. When he finished reading the parchment, he let out a loud curse and threw the parchment back onto his desk. Dragontooth rubbed his hand down his face in frustration.

"That ****** of man. I knew I should have gutted him when I had the chance." Dragontooth muttered under his breath.

"uh… Dragontooth?" Calla mentally winced, she hoped she hadn't angered the goblin who was in charge of her fortune. "What does having blocked magic mean?" Calla questioned him. Dragontooth ran a hand down his face.

"Heiress Potter, you have the worst luck if you do not mind me stating." Dragontooth told her.

"I don't mind, it's been that way since I was placed at the Dursley's." Calla waved him off.

"Having your magic blocked is dangerous. Instead of your magic being able to move through out your body and being exercised by using said magic, it is contained within your core. It builds up over time. At first it just builds up your reserves but your reserves can only expand so much as they are reserves, a back-up for when you exhaust you magic. So your magic builds up like a river behind a dam. Only there is no way of letting the water out and it only keeps building. When the dam breaks it's horrific. Blocking ones magic is considered illegal and to be punished by death but because of the idiotic British Ministry of Magic, it will only cause you to get sentenced to Azkaban." Dragontooth grumbled as he thought of the idiotic ministry that was determined to make enemies everywhere they went.

"Is there a way to safely unblock my magic?" Calla asked concerned for her life. She was picturing herself combusting from magic build up.

"Yes, luckily we have ways of dealing with almost anything as unlike the humans, we don't lose our knowledge from losing books and wars." Dragontooth told her. Calla smiled at his grumbles of idiotic humans.

"How long will it take before I can have these blocks taken off?" Calla was trying to think of how long it would take getting used to the change. She only had a month till school begins after all.

"Depends." Dragontooth told her apologetically. "It can take as little as two days to as long as three months. Though because of the direness of the situation I'm sure it won't take longer than three weeks."

"But that would only give me about a week before Hogwarts starts." Calla told him, concerned. "Would I be able to go to Hogwarts without sending myself to a hospital?"

"You just have to be careful on the physical. Don't force your magic to do something, let it come as slow as it needs to. Then again with you going to Hogwarts, their expectations aren't that strict. It's also only your first year. So I wouldn't worry about it." Dragontooth informed her calmly. A knock on the door was heard and Dragontooth barked out a word in a different language and the goblin, Griphook came in carrying a box. He set the box down on Dragontooth's desk.

"Hello again Griphook." Calla greeted him with a smile. Griphook gave her, what Calla assumed was a smile before he left once again. Calla turned her attention back to Dragontooth who was looking inside the box with concentration. Once he approved of what he saw he straightened up.

"These are the heir rings of your inheritances. Once you put them on, you will have access to your family vaults. While you cannot make official decisions as you are only heiress, not Lady. You will be able to become Lady as fifteen. Fourteen if we push it but being Lady of the House is a large and heavy responsibility. So I suggest that unless the situation demands it, we avoid turning you into Lady Potter till you're fifteen. Sixteen if we're extremely fortunate and you haven't inherited the Potter's double bladed luck." Dragontooth advised her before handing her the box. Calla opened the box to reveal three beautiful and elegant rings. She admired them with a smile.

"You will first put on the Potter ring, to show that is your first house. The Preverell ring had been combined with the Potter ring for over a thousand years otherwise it would normally be the second ring. The Gryffindor ring is also combined, though it has only been since… five generations from Godric Gryffindor. So not nearly as long. Next is the Ravenclaw ring. As it is from the maternal side of your family it isn't as noted as your paternal side. And lastly the Slytherin ring. While you are a relative you weren't the heiress until you or one of your ancestors had defeated the heir in an Honour or Blood duel. The Evans family doesn't have a ring because of the lack of history and wealth as well as the lack of reputation. You will put them on one at a time. Do you understand?" Dragontooth asked her. Calla nodded.

"The Potter-Preverell-Gryffindor ring, then the Ravenclaw ring and then the Slytherin ring. Mom doesn't have a ring for her maiden name. Will they combine?" Calla asked curiously. Dragontooth nodded to her question.

"Yes, now it goes from the left to the right." Dragontooth informed her calmly. Calla gave a smile before one by one she put the rings on her ring finger. She watched curious as the metal of the rings seemed to twist into each other, melting into each other till she was wearing a simple elegant silver ring with three sapphires in the middle that fit perfectly. Dragontooth glanced at it before he spoke.

"A beautifully engraved design 14k white gold three stone ring is set with 3 quality oval sapphires and 10 diamond side stones for a total of about 0.75 Carats of Sapphire and 0.26 carats of diamonds." He said as if it was a reflex. Dragontooth relaxed before he spoke again. "You have a very expensive ring right there. If you could sell it you would have made a lot of money." Dragontooth told her. Calla scrunched her eyebrows in thought.

"What do you mean 'if'?"

"There are so many enchantments and runes in the very metal that it would be like selling someone something which kills them before waking up to see it on your finger." Dragontooth explained to her. Calla nodded in understanding.

"Now the next order of business is do you wish to privately view your parents views before I organise a public viewing or would you prefer to wait till the public viewing?" Dragontooth asked her calmly.

"What's your definition of public?"

"Everyone that is mentioned in the will. As well as the people that are supposed to enforce the will." Dragontooth said calmly. Calla frowned as a thought appeared in her brain.

"Why didn't this happen when they died?" Dragontooth frowned and a glowered at his desk.

"Dumbledore had the will sealed and it fell through the cracks as the wizarding world had just ended a war so everything was chaos." Dragontooth told her. Calla frowned in thought.

"I'm assuming the moment I 'vanquished' Voldemort they considered the war over? Voldemort's army just gave in?" Calla was surprised.

"Voldemort had managed to bring such fear that people avoided saying his very name." Dragontooth explained. "When you vanquished him, people regained their courage and fought like they did in the beginning of the war. Death Eaters were captured by the dozens, though dozens were set free as well by the excuse of the imperious curse." Dragontooth explained though he scowled heavily when he mentioned the imperious curse. Calla nodded slowly before she took in a deep breath.

"Another question, why does it say that I have taken out money? I know for a fact that I haven't seen a knut of it." Calla informed Dragontooth, suspicious. Dragontooth sighed and once again scanned the parchment.

"I have got to read these things completely when I get them. So much easier than searching through unorganized files." Dragontooth mumbled to himself as his eyes scanned the parchment for a third and final time. Dragontooth growled in frustration. "Damn Dumbledore!" He cursed as he realized how much his underling lied to him. He pressed a button and Griphook walked through the doors with a look of relief. "Griphook, go find KnobbedFoot and have him thrown into the pit!" Griphook bowed shallowly before he gained a cruel smile and a battle axe appeared in his hand as he marched out of the room.

"So will I lose my stolen wealth forever or will I have everything returned? With interest." Calla asked Dragontooth, a calculating glint in her emerald eyes as her mind raced to keep up with the events that were unfolding.

"Of course, and a trusted goblin and Gringotts worker will be employed to retrieve your stolen heirlooms for as long as it takes, as Gringotts has wronged you greatly by allowing this insult to go undiscovered." Dragontooth sneered. Calla nodded in understanding before she sighed.

"What am I to do now, Dragontooth? I'm so confused." Calla sighed. Dragontooth frowned in thought.

"Well you can have a private viewing of your parent's wills. Contact the Krum family. Go down to your vaults to view through your property. Name a proxy for your Wizengamot seats. Start plotting for world domination. There is quite a lot you can do Heiress Potter. I suggest viewing your parent's wills, contact the Krum family, have Lord Krum become your magical guardian and live with them to learn about your betrothed." Dragontooth listed. Calla slumped.

"I had forgotten about the betrothal in all this madness." Calla straightened up. "Alright, how about while I am reading my parent's wills, you have your fellow goblins contact Lord Krum and get the paperwork for the guardian transfer prepared. After, I will either go to view my vaults, or ask for listings and ask you to send items as I wish, as I am positive that there will be books in the vaults. Does that sound okay?" Calla lost her nerve half way through and was curling into herself as she subtly dug her nail into her thumb while she spoke. Dragontooth thought for a moment before he agreed to her suggestions.

"Though I would suggest; that you don't take books with you to Hogwarts as it isn't secure. You're vaults and the Potter Library has knowledge that has been forgotten. I would suggest not sharing it easily." Dragontooth warned her. Calla nodded in understanding. Dragontooth wrote something out on several different parchments before he folded up the parchments and stamped a seal onto them. A younger goblin came through the doors and with a bow took the parchments before leaving the room without a word. Moments later a different goblin came in carrying a small box. The goblin placed the box on Dragontooth's desk before he promptly left.

Dragontooth took out two crystals that emitted a soft blue glow. He set one crystal in front of Calla.

"This is your father's will, Heiress Potter." Dragontooth informed before he spoke again. "Strenuus." Above the crystal appeared the upper body of the late James Potter. Calla clasped her hands over her mouth to hold back a sob of happiness. This was her father. Her Dad. Papa.

"Papa." Calla whispered as she stared at the man who had died to protect her. The see-through image of James Potter opened his mouth to speak.

"I, James Charles Potter, I solemnly swear on my magic that I am sound of mind, in control of my own actions and up to no good. So mote it be." The image flashed for a moment. "I guess I didn't make it through this blasted war. Otherwise what I am about to say would be a lot different. I hope I went out fighting, and that I managed to protect what is most precious to me. My sweet little Bambi, Calla-Lily. First, if my Calla-Lily Dorea Potter, had survived and Lily didn't, she is to go to co-guardianship with Sirius Black and Alice Longbottom nee Spinnet. If they are unavailable then she is to go into the guardianship of Aleksander Krum and Natasha Krum nee Volkov. Under no circumstances is Calla-Lily is to be placed in the care of Petunia Dursley nee Evans. She treated Lily horrible when she found out Lily had magic and would without a doubt treat Calla the same, if not worse. Anyways, on with the show.

To Sirius Orion Black. I leave 1 knut and Siriusly to you because I'm leaving you with my precious little Bambi.

To Remus Lupin. I leave 1000 gallons and Howler, gets some better clothes and keep on laughing!

To Aleksander Krum I leave you 800 gallons to go to my baby girls wedding

To Viktor Aleksander Krum I leave you with my old broom, a silver arrow. It's still in wonderful condition. But don't forget to let my daughter have a turn. And a threat of, if you hurt my baby girl. I will come from the grave to avenge her. You will learn why Potter was such a feared name amongst the Death Eaters.

To Alice Longbottom I leave 1000 gallons. I hope Neville and Calla are still great friends.

To Severus Snape. I apologize and will leave you 1000 gallons as an apology along with my great Aunt's potion notes. I shouldn't have done what I did. For it was most likely me and the others that pushed you towards him, and away from Lily.

To Albus Dumbledore I leave you with a punch in the face. How dare you try to make my daughter into a weapon you bastard. Potters have never been controlled by fate. Never have been and never will be. So you can take your 'greater good' and shove it. Leave Calla alone.

To my darling Daughter Calla-Lily Dorea Potter I leave the rest. In your trust vault, there is a box filled with notebooks filled with thoughts and ideas of spells that your mother and I have created. Use them however you wish.

So mote it be. Goodbye my darling little girl. I'm proud of you and I love you. Even if you're in Slytherin. Goodbye my friends. Mischief Managed.

Calla wiped away tears from her eyes. Her father loved her. Her Papa was proud of her. Dragontooth placed Papa's crystal back into the box before moving forward the other crystal.

"Strenuus."

A beautiful woman, with flowing auburn locks of hair and brilliant emerald eyes, even in the faded image she was presented in, appeared over the crystal. Calla smiled at the image, her eyes hungrily taking in the similarities between mother and daughter. This was her Mama. Lily Potter. Lily had a determined glint in her eyes and held her head high. Even in a simple mirror image, the woman gave off the aura of something that shouldn't be messed with. This beautiful, powerful woman was her Mama.

I, Lily Susan Potter nee Evans swear on my magic that I am mentally sound and in control of my own actions. So mote it be." Her image flashed for a moment. "I knew from the moment Severus passed on the message of the fact that Voldemort knew, that I would not make it out of this war. James was the one who held onto the hope while I hardened my heart and put everything into making sure my daughter, my sweet little Calla-Lily, made it out alive. Calla-Lily is to go to Sirius Black and Alice Longbottom nee Spinnet if James and I do not survive. If Sirius and Alice are unavailable then Calla-Lily is to go into the care of Aleksander and Natasha Krum. Under no circumstances is my daughter to be put into the care of my sister, Petunia Dursley nee Evans. Petunia is a wretched, twisted human being and her husband even more so. Now that that is out of the way, I might as well continue on.

First to Sirius Black, you get 1 knut and that stupid vase that you always complained about." Mama's eyes gleamed, smug. "It has runes to be unbreakable and to always appear in the room you are living in. Merry Christmas and happy birthday. You should've known better than to try and cross me, Sirius. Mama smirked before she continued on.

"To Remus Lupin, I give you my notebook and 1000 gallons as well as the Lilypad Cottage. You have been an amazing friend throughout the years and I will forever be grateful.

To Alice Longbottom, I give you the other half of our best friend's necklace. As well as my high heels from hell that you loved so much. I know we both promised to not give each other money if we died so I am simply going to give you a locket that is worth about 10 000 gallons. Mama gave a cheeky grin. Calla was picturing strangers laughing at the inside jokes as they wiped tears from their faces. Not only was her parents taken from her but so were her parents friends. So much was taken from her that night…

"To Aleksander Krum, I give you nothing, for you will have my daughter as your own daughter in time. And there is nothing I can think of that is worth more than her. I can only ask that you take care of her.

To Natasha Krum, I give you my cookbook so you and Calla have something to bond over. As I know how much you have longed for a daughter.

To Viktor Krum. I have already connected you to my baby girl. But I leave you my notebook of offense and defense spells that I had invented. Learn them for I am trusting you with the most precious thing I have. My daughter. Protect her and love her. Cherish her.

To Severus Snape, I forgive you and I ask for forgiveness for abandoning you when I should have seen how much pressure was on you in Slytherin. Sadly we cannot undue the past and simply must make do with the future. I give you my potions book. The one we used to write in together to improve. I also give you 700 gallons. Spend it how you wish.

To Albus Dumbledore. You are a twisted, disgusting, idiotic cockroach. You had the audacity to actually tell me that my child, when she wasn't even born yet, had to fight against Voldemort, that she was 'destined' to kill him. That the sacrifice was for the 'greater good'. Well here's my answer to you, you narcissistic prick! Leave my daughter alone! She is not a weapon for you to mold! She is a person! I leave you a castration hex and for salt and lemon juice to be rubbed into the wound! Mama was angry, her face was flushed as she ranted. Mama took a couple of deep breaths and calmed down. Soon she had a light smile on her face.

"To my darling daughter, Calla-Lily Potter. I leave you the rest. In your trust vault is a little pendant. It is a tradition in my family to name our daughters after flowers. The Potter's have a tradition of naming our children after relatives. You were named after me and James's mother Dorea Potter nee Black. A remarkable and formable woman. But another tradition in my family is to have a pendant created of the flower you were named after. Your pendant is a calla-lily. Normally I would give this to you on your thirteenth birthday, even though it was purchased before you were even born. It has protection runes crafted into it as well as a lullaby rune. If you say the word 'Solatium' meaning comfort. The tune for the lullaby I used to sing to you will play. I love you my little flower and I will always be proud of you. Stay strong my little flower.

So mote it be. Goodbye my friends. Thank you for being a part of my life."

With those final words, Lily Potter's image faded and Dragontooth placed the crystal back into the box. Dragontooth watched as Calla wiped her eyes before she got a hold of herself.

"While you were witnessing your parents will, I received notice that the letter has been sent. Lord Krum shall be here in at least thirty minutes if we caught him at a good time. What would you like to do within that time?" Dragontooth asked Calla gently. Calla smiled wobbly at him.

"May we go get the pendant and the box of notebooks from my vault, please?" Calla asked Dragontooth softly.

"I can have someone sent, or we can go ourselves. Which would you prefer?" Dragontooth suggested. Calla smiled a little more brightly as she subtly held her ribs as pain flared.

"May you send someone to collect it? I would like to wait here to meet my future father-in-law." Calla asked him politely while she mentally despaired over how much walking she would have had to do. "Also how would Lord Krum arrive? Bulgaria is about two and a half hours from the United Kingdom, and that is with an airplane."

"We have a way of transportation called the Floo. The Floo is being able to travel from fireplace to fireplace with floo powder. Few know the exact details of how it works. But there is Floo and International Floo. International floo is a little riskier than regular floo as you have the risk of appearing in the wrong country. Normally you have to book an international floo time slot so the ministry can make sure you arrive safely but Gringotts has its own floo network that connects the banks. So in reality it will only take him about five minutes to arrive, but he will have to go through the paperwork before he can leave." Dragontooth explained as he wrote out orders on a piece of parchment before he handed her the quill. "Please sign here, Heiress Calla-Lily Potter." Dragontooth instructed. He watched as Calla signed her name carefully, her movements stiff and unfamiliar. When she finished the last letter she handed Dragontooth his quill. Dragontooth had the rolled up parchment sent away. Calla leaned back in her chair and breathed shallowly. Calla closed her eyes as she mentally counted to calm down. 'One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight…'

Aleksander Krum stared in disbelief at the letter in his hand. James's precious little girl was found at last. But only because she was about to begin shopping for her school supplies. Thank merlin for Gringotts. Alek thought as he slumped back against his chair. He ran his hand through his hair before he stood up. He pocketed the letter before he rushed to the door.

"I'm off for the rest of the week." He said before continuing on to the floo. His secretary protested and rushed after him.

"But sir! You have appointments! Meetings! Presentations!" The secretary exclaimed as she followed him.

"Reschedule them. We've done this before and we can do it again." Aleksander informed her as he put on his coat. The poor flustered woman was left gaping as Aleksander left through the floo.

"DAMN RICH BASTARD!"

The scream was heard throughout the building and several people winced in sympathy for the poor secretary. Aleksander Krum was a family man first, business man second. The worst part was he could afford to be. By the amount of hysteria in the poor secretary's voice, Aleksander just rescheduled a week of important business meetings, appointments etc) and she was the one who had to do the talking.

Aleksander had quickly picked up Viktor and had Natasha prepare the manor for Calla-Lily's arrival. After a nerve wracking long period of time of doing paperwork, the two males had finally been cleared for floo travel to the British branch of Gringotts. The moment they stepped out of the floo fireplace, they were greeted by a goblin.

"Lord Krum and Heir Krum?" The goblin asked emotionlessly. Both of them nodded and was rushed through the 'upon destination' paperwork. Let it never be said that the goblins weren't thorough and merciless in their paperwork.

Viktor was having a hard time controlling his emotions as he thought about the little enfant he had been betrothed to from a young age, that had been missing from their home for ten years. Viktor would reluctantly admit that he had been feeling antsy ever since he had been informed of his betrothal at the age of seven. When he was a mere child, he didn't truly understand what it meant. He thought that Calla-Lily was his, and she had been stolen from him. He would often make demands about Calla. Unintentionally, he broke his parent's hearts further with each demand. Unknown to him, for the memories were long forgotten, after he had met Calla for the first time, his parents would make cautious visits. He had been used to seeing Calla occasionally and after she was hidden away, he would demand to see his 'Callie'. So Viktor was very anxious to meet the girl that he would marry in the future.

Aleksander, on the other hand, was ridden with guilt. His mind kept worrying over the separation. If only he put in a little more funds, a little more effort, a little more anything… maybe Calla-Lily would have grown up in their household. Aleksander froze for a millisecond before he closed his eyes in horror as a thought appeared in his head. 'Oh Merlin, please tell me she wasn't raised with Lily's sister. Oh please.'

The two males were led to Dragontooth's office after the paperwork went through and they stared at the dark, wooden door in front of them. The goblin knocked on the door softly before he opened the door. Inside the room was an aged goblin, Dragontooth, and a small, young girl with auburn red hair and emerald green eyes that were focused on a little journal in her hands. Her lips were in a concentrated pout. But that wasn't what caught their attention. It was the swollen, split lip and bruises around her eyes. The flesh that was barely stretched over her bones. The fact that Viktor could probably wrap his fingers twice around her thin wrists. The girl looked up and smiled at them, though her eyes were painfully empty, with only expectation, wariness and fear. She closed the journal and stood up from her chair. Aleksander's calculating eyes, caught the small wince when she stood. His magic tensed in fury under his skin. This child… no James's child… his brother in all but blood's child…. was in pain. She was bruised. She had bled.

"Hello, I'm Ca-... Heiress Calla-Lily Potter. Please call me Calla. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Hehe, yeah I cut off right when they met Calla-Lily. Sorry not sorry... But yeah, review please and thank you! I love them, they make me happy! When skies are grey! It's also like really late and I need to clean tomorrow *hisses at the apocalypse that is my room* *hides when it hisses back* Hehe...yeaaahhh...