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So with the update of this story, the poll on Azalea's pairing is now closed with an incredible amount of support placed on Fleur. So this story's pairing will be Azalea X Fleur (Fem!Harry X Fleur).

The chapter will also mark the end of the previously written content. Therefore, the next chapter will be broaching into new content, along with what has been changed/edited in this chapter. I've included a sort of training and reaction section to this chapter as opposed to automatically switching passed the training and straight to the meeting with Sirius that the original had.

I have had quite a few PMs regarding the list of candidates for Azalea as her pairing. It seemed that a lot of peeps out there wanted to see a darker pairing, but please remember that Azalea is going to be a Witch Hunter and as such, no dark pairings are there. A minority of those PMs requested that I add Sirius to the poll but gross, technically the man is related to her and I don't do incest. That's what it'd feel like I was attempting to type.

Well, that's it … so please enjoy the chapter.

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I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR WITCH HUNTER ROBIN!

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"It's a Witch!" – Speech

'It's a Witch!' – Thoughts

"It's a Witch!" – Familiar Speech

'It's a Witch!' – Familiar Thoughts

"It's a Witch!" – Parseltongue Speech

'It's a Witch!' – Parseltongue Thoughts

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Azalea yawned tiredly as she turned her gaze to the still dark morning sky. It had only been a week since her training under her mother, and mistress in the Craft had begun and she was exhausted. Since her blood adoption she found the ability to recall anything that she'd ever learnt was more than second nature, and in regards to nature … her interest in the smaller things had also changed. Azalea became absolutely fascinated with everything and anything that caught her eye, be it a simple enchantment or spell, or the most arcane of ritual theory. Anything she'd ever learned or inherited from the circumstances of her abandonment suddenly became crystal clear and somehow that same ordinary information became relevant to everyday life.

What really interested her about the memories inherited from Voldemort was the theory of unravelling the very threads of magic … everything became beautiful to Azalea and her natural curiosity showed in her determination to learn anything that the residents of the Monastery deemed to teach her.

So when she reflected on her teachings, it had only been a week since she'd begun and there was so much more to learn.

"Little Flower?" her thoughts were interrupted by her mother. "While I'm pleased to see that you're taking your studies seriously, you must focus on my teachings and not day dream."

"I understand mother," Azalea tiredly replied. "Please continue, you were talking about meditation and discovering the balance of power in one's self."

Robin blinked, it still amazed her just how much her young daughter could recall and retain – it seemed that it worked with half-hearted listening as well. Robin sighed and returned to the blackboard that she was using to help teach Azalea.

"The Seeds of the Craft must never be used until you can find your balance Azalea," Robin continued. "If you attempt even the simplest of rituals before you do, then you can burn the essence from your very blood."

Azalea hummed thoughtfully. "Does that mean that I should be meditating every day?"

"A good question," Robin nodded. "In your case I would only recommend meditation until you can feel the Essence of the Craft within you. Since you've already used the Craft before as a child, a toddler at that – you only need to rediscover that feeling."

Azalea frowned momentarily. "So I only need to discover the right way to access my power then?"

"Correct," Robin praised, earning an angelic smile from her daughter. "It's similar to the Patronus Charm in that regard. The Patronus Charm relies on positive and happy emotions/feelings to properly utilize the Charm to its fullest potential. Likewise, a Witch's power uses particular feelings/emotions to draw upon that power. Anger was originally believed to be the only trigger to a Witch's power … but you've already disproved that theory by using the craft at an age where you couldn't express emotions such as anger clearly."

"So you believe that my power is drawn out by some other emotion or feeling?" Azalea questioned, confusion marring her forehead.

"Yes, that's what I believe," Robin continued. "And that is why you'll be meditating every morning until you're able to draw upon the emotion required as if it were second nature to you."

Azalea nodded and followed her mother's instructions in learning how to properly meditate.

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Azalea grunted as she hit the padded floor of the gym room. Her father Amon looked at her downed form and tutted. "You need to shift your weight into the strike to increase its attack power."

Instead of grumbling, as Amon had expected, Azalea simply stood and retook the beginning stance of the self-defence style her father was showing her. It was a mixed martial arts style that combined several different styles to maximise confusion in her future enemies, whilst providing an edge with those with a style of their own.

"While I'm proud to see you get back up flower," Amon started before smiling lightly. "This is only your first lesson. Stay down for now and rest … Aberforth will be here momentarily to teach you Transfiguration."

Azalea squealed happily and glomped her father happily. "Thank you for your training father."

"You're very welcome flower," Amon responded with a soft pet of her head. "Now you best freshen up for your next class."

No sooner had Amon spoken the words, Aberforth strolled in with a reddened mark on his face.

"Harassing the Matron again Aberforth?" he questioned in a curious tone.

"Harassing … dear me, no!" he replied indignantly. "I was wooing her."

Amon sighed exasperatedly but before he could respond, the soft sound of Azalea's voice cut through their thoughts.

"What's wooing?" Azalea questioned with an adorable head tilt.

Amon and Aberforth shared a look that clearly showed their reluctance to answer her question. "We'll tell you when you're older little flower."

'Not that we'd ever allow anyone to woo you,' was the unspoken thought of the two men. Azalea just smiled and nodded cheerfully, happy to wait to learn the secrets to 'wooing'.

"Now my dear," Aberforth intoned before standing to his full height. "Transfiguration may appear to be easy magic to perform, but the truth is that it can be one of the most complicated forms of magic to learn."

Aberforth licked his lips and demonstrated the simple action of turning a nearby cardboard box into a rat, and then back again. Azalea turned an awed expression to her teacher and nodded seriously … she understood her teacher's words and took them to heart.

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It was dark.

Her mind was blank of any and all emotion as she wandered the darkness that surrounded her young form, though Azalea wouldn't deny the sense of fear that threatened to swallow her at a moment's notice. She swallowed the imaginary lump in the back of her throat before venturing forth into the darkness. As if sensing something unseen, Azalea shifted her wary gaze to her left and felt her eyes widen as a soft glow could be seen. The soft glow illuminated a previously unseen hallway and Azalea sped up towards the glowing light.

Azalea could hear a thrumming noise as she walked. It started softly, like a breath of a whisper in her ear, but it soon became a powerful thrumming noise as she got closer to the light. Then all at once she stopped at an invisible wall … she could advance no further.

"I don't understand," Azalea's voice was distorted by the ambience of the thrumming of power nearby. "I followed the instructions perfectly."

Her fear spiked as a sudden chill went down her spine as though an icy wind blew through the hallway. "I'm scared; I don't know where to go."

Azalea huddled into the invisible wall as it warmed her deep within. Her eyes widened as she remembered her mother's words. 'You must never stop … keeping moving and don't stop. If you stop then you will lose your way.'

A sudden surge of heat passed through the chilly hallway and she found herself feeling safe and secure – like her mother's hug or the comforting smell of her father's cologne – though strangely, she thought that she heard a boy's whisper urging her to continue onwards, a whisper that echoed with her core and brought new life to her cold body. Filled with this new found strength, Azalea shouted her determination as she pushed against the invisible wall with all of her strength – the wall shuddered underneath her grasp but remained strong.

Azalea growled … she would not fail here! Not when she was so close to her goal. Her eyes closed as heat unlike anything she'd ever felt before burst free from within her as a memory rose unbidden. The memory of her magic as it protected her and her brother from the darkness that threatened their safety. Azalea snapped her eyes open as the heat became unbearable and shrieked in fury as hauntingly beautiful green flames burst forth from within her. The flames burned through the invisible wall and swallowed the darkness of the hallway in one powerful explosion, an explosion that started a chain reaction and travelled further – all the way to where her journey began … her inner mind.

Outside of her mind, the green flames spiralled around her body as it was locked in meditation.

Her mother and the Matron insisted that she make the journey to rediscover her magic on her own, as it was her magic. So as time passed, they grew worried as it commonly took less time to discover one's magical core. Then as Robin approached her daughter's form, the green fire burst free in a mesmerizing display of power, it both awed and chilled those watching to their own cores, for as it thrummed with power, their own magic thumped to the heartbeat of the flames.

Azalea's magic was sentient – there could be no other explanation and that scared those present. Sentient magic while common in magic outside of the body was incredibly rare inside the body.

"By the Ancient Gods," the Matron stuttered quietly, though those watching could hear her clear as day in their own awed silence. "H-How much power does this child have?"

Robin found herself unable to answer as her daughter's power continued to skyrocket in intensity and density. The room became stifled and it became hard to breath – Azalea's flames burning through even the enchantments and wards that recycled the air. Just as it dawned on them that they could die if they stayed – the essence disappeared and they were left with an eerily peaceful flame burning in Azalea's now outstretched hand. Her eyes glowed as ominously as the flame and she gazed into the power that originated from within her. Like an unspoken spell had shattered, Azalea suddenly gasped as she completely returned to the mortal plane. She choked and wheezed as precious oxygen filled her lungs again.

Robin immediately surged forward and caught her daughter's swaying form.

"I-I did it mother," Azalea wheezed tiredly. "I found my power's core and the emotion that triggers my flames."

"Yes you did little flower," Robin replied tenderly. "I'm so very proud of you."

Azalea smiled tiredly but adopted a confused look as she gazed upon those present. Robin noticed and raised a curious brow at her. Azalea blushed softly and croaked, "There was a boy in my thoughts Mother … I was curious to see if he was here."

"A boy, are you certain Azalea?" her mother asked curiously.

"Yes, I'm positive," Azalea responded, before her eyes widened. "C-Could it have been m-my brother?"

Robin hummed thoughtfully. "It's possible, as a magical twin it wouldn't be a stretch to hear an echo of your brother's own magic … it would be stronger if you were identical twins."

"I-I see," Azalea yawned, before collapsing into her mother's arms.

"Oh my precious daughter," Robin whispered as she ran her fingers through Azalea's hair lovingly. "If you only knew how strong your magic's essence truly is."

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Meanwhile in Godric's Hollow, Henry Charlus Potter surged from his sleep with a strangled shout that sounded more like a desperate cry for breath. Lily Potter burst through the doors seconds later, Wand in hand and a truly ferocious look on her face. She ran through several dozen diagnostic spells before relaxing with a sigh. James Potter calmly walked in the room seconds behind Lily and used his enchanted glasses to search the room himself … once discovering that the room was empty of any other presences, he relaxed too.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Lily cooed as she wiped the sweat off of Henry's face. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."

"I-It was Azalea," Henry shakily croaked. "I was there, I saw her … I-I."

"Breathe son," James soothed, having the intended effect as Henry visibly calmed. "Now breathe and recall … like I taught you."

Henry took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly – once he'd done that several times, he answered more clearly. "I was in darkness, but I wasn't there. I was following a pretty girl in through the darkness … she was scared and felt alone. She saw a strange light and followed – as I also followed but she came to an invisible wall. The darkness grew stronger and it became cold, b-but then she grew strong and I called to her – to not give up and then … that f-fire."

"Fire, what do you mean?" Lily frowned thoughtfully. "You don't mean the fire from your nightmares do you?"

"It was the same," Henry continued. "But it was different, it was so pure. I've never felt anything like it but it brought back the memories of that night and I think that m-maybe she saw them too."

James instantly pounced on the new information regarding their missing family member. "Did you see anything that could show where she was?"

"Sorry dad, but no," Henry responded sadly. "I'm sorry, but I was just swept up in her emotions."

"It'll be okay son," James calmed his son with a tussle of his hair. "We'll find her, I promise."

"I know," Henry smiled to his parents. "I just feel a little … empty … without her like when we were younger. Azalea was the stronger baby, just her presence soothed me."

"We know," smirked Lily mischievously. "Whenever you cried, all we had to do was put you with Azalea and you'd calm down quickly."

"Muuuuum," Henry whined pitifully.

Chuckling, the two parents wished Henry a good night and left in silence.

"I will find you sister," Henry vowed in the darkness of his room.

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The mood in the empty church was tense as Azalea stood still in the middle of an amazingly well-crafted circle. It sat in the very centre of the church and surrounding the circular centre, there were hundreds of candles that remained unlit. They were scattered everywhere – some in ornate holders, others on the altar, the floor, and some even decorated the elaborate chandelier that had once decorated the roof but now sat on the floor.

Amon, Aberforth, Robin and the Matron held their breath as Azalea snapped her eyes open and spun gracefully. Exhaling sharply, Azalea called her flames forth and set the candle wick's alight. As Azalea exited her graceful spin, she sighed sadly as only half the candles were lit. She'd now been studying for a year under her parents, Aberforth and the residents of the Monastery.

"I'm sorry mother," Azalea softly spoke as her instructors approached.

"For what little flower?" her mother questioned, chuckling as Azalea puffed out her cheeks at the nickname. "You think that only a year of training will be enough? Of course not Azalea, you have only just begun your education."

Azalea shrunk, humbled by her mother's words. It was true, she had grown arrogant and overconfident. "I won't overestimate my abilities next time, I promise mother."

"I know Azalea," Robin smiled. "Now freshen up, we need to visit the Repository of Knowledge."

Azalea perked up and squealed happily before fleeing out of the room to do as she was told. "Any excuse to go and visit the vast collection of the world? She really is a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw, isn't she?"

"I do believe that it would be prudent to remind you of who taught Rowena and encouraged the pursuit of knowledge," Aberforth prompted.

"Agreed," the Matron agreed with a sharp nod of the head. "She is so much like her ancestor that it's scary … forget Rowena, she's almost a reincarnation of Morgana LeFay."

Robin frowned but after a moment of thought, she nodded as well. "I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but did anyone else notice it?"

Amon nodded with narrowed eyes. "Yes, her power was weaving through the empty space, not burning through it."

Robin sighed. "Yes, it seems that she's been learning something outside of her studies with us, I'm worried about where she's learning these things from."

"Oh, that's easy," Azalea's angelic tone cut through. "I was given a scroll from the Caretaker of the Repository of Knowledge – he gave it to me saying something about my rightful heritage."

Her teachers all turned, but it was the Matron that replied, her tone serious. "What do you mean Caretaker? There is no Caretaker at the Repository Azalea."

"Just because you don't see him, or the others," Azalea replied indignantly. "Doesn't mean that they're not there Elder Matron – he was there when I first visited, he was most surprised that someone could see him or the helpers though."

"He gave me the scroll but it turned to Ash when I touched it," Azalea continued with a thoughtful frown marring her beautiful face. "But I just remembered everything on the scroll for some reason."

"The Texts of the Fae," the Matron concluded in shock.

"I beg your pardon, my dear?" Aberforth prompted. "I've never heard of such texts before."

"You wouldn't have," it was Azalea that replied. "They belong to the Bloodline of Fae, later named LeFay."

"Just how do you know that?" the Matron demanded. "None but the Elders …"

"Or the Caretakers," Azalea interrupted. "Know of the Scrolls existence, yes."

"The Caretaker gave a scroll to me," Azalea repeated. "I think it was a test though, he seemed very pleased when he saw what happened. He and his helpers call me Lady Fae or Lady Fairy for some reason now."

The Matron remained silent but inside she was fearful. 'If she can access the Scrolls of the Fae, then there's no doubt now … she is the reincarnation of Morgana of the Fae.'

"It explains why you're so excited to go then little flower," Robin cut in, ignoring the adorable pout on her daughter's face – that changed when she perked up and mentioned something else.

"The Caretaker said that he'd have a surprise for me when I next visited," Azalea added in cheerfully.

Robin and Amon shared a look that passed to Aberforth and then to the Matron in turn, the unspoken thought between them was that they'd all visit the Repository of Knowledge.

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The group, plus one energetic girl entered the busy streets of the Underground, their cloaks hiding their faces to better protect themselves. Everywhere one looked, there was a new sight or an additional magical creature that now called the Underground home. Their journey led them to the deepest parts of the Underground, earning them some suspicious glances from the curious onlookers. They eventually left the main street and ventured toward a giant tower that stood alone in a giant empty space.

Despite the size, even the residents of the Underground seemed oblivious to the tower's presence. It brought the thought to the adults in the group: if they could hide a building even in a magical rich environment, then it would've been easy to hide the helpers … was Azalea really the only person seeing these helpers?

They entered the massive building and they rose a brow when they heard Azalea sigh happily – as though she was coming home from a long day. Strangely as they entered, Azalea waved and bowed to a stack of tomes that seemed to float by them on their own. They made their way to the central area of the tower and despite their frequent visits, they still couldn't stop their looks of awe at the interior.

The tower was cylindrical and wherever you looked were books, scrolls and tomes, whilst the entirety of the interior was well lit by a giant series of mirrors that all reflected the light. [AN1]

Azalea skipped past the many bookcases and cluttered tables towards the base of the great mirror device. She bowed softly to an empty seat and gestured to her instructors. There was a moment of silence where said instructors questioned her sanity. That proved unnecessary as seconds later a young man materialized in front of them.

He had dark hair and pale skin with incredibly blue eyes. Aberforth gasped and surged forward with hope flashing through his eyes. "A-Abraham, is that you cousin?"

"Aberforth," nodded the now named Abraham, his voice so very delicate in nature.

"H-How are you here Abraham?" the stupefied Aberforth questioned. "Y-You died, I watched you die."

"I did die cousin," Abraham replied calmly. "I was granted the chance to watch over this Repository by the Ancient Ones, and I accepted their offer. I was told that I'd be of help to the Lady Fae when the time came, and here she is."

Abraham flicked his gaze to Azalea, who was giggling at nothing again. A cough from Abraham had the helpers reveal their forms to be Kitsune, who were guiding books to their rightful places. They all bowed their heads to Azalea as they passed and the one Azalea was giggling at was licking her hand. The adults were stunned as they realised that Azalea was being truthful when she defended the Caretaker and his helpers.

"Now then," Abraham interrupted. "I promised you a surprise, did I not Lady Fae?"

"Oh that doesn't matter Master Caretaker," Azalea bowed softly. "Being able to visit the Repository and see you all again is more than enough for me."

"You honour me Lady Fae," Abraham nodded thankfully. "But as I have told you my lady, you are Lady Fae, and all this."

Abraham gestured to the surrounding area and continued. "All of this belongs to you."

The Matron gasped and shot a shocked look to Abraham, the Kitsune Helpers and then to Azalea, there was no doubt at all now, especially if this Caretaker acknowledged Azalea as such.

"Nevertheless my lady," Abraham continued. "You are of age for the Ritual that I wish to conduct."

A glance to Robin and Amon calmed the two nervous parents. "Do not fear for Lady Fae, it is merely a simple Familiar Ritual."

"It is an ancient ritual not used anymore," Abraham continued. "It's actually Eastern in Origin … and it can result in more than a standard Cat, Toad or Owl."

Azalea was excited, this was a Ritual that she'd read about as the Kitsune seemed eager to see if any of their numbers would be bound to their mistress. A short walk to a Ritual Room had the reality of what was going to happen sink in to the adults, were they ready for a six year old to have a bonded familiar?

Azalea did as directed and stood in front of a square summoning array instead of the standard circular one. Azalea pricked her thumb and watched her blood drip into the square. It shone brightly and light blinded those watching.

Azalea froze in shock as she stared at the monster … it was a snake that was much larger than should be possible. The monster snake had pure black scales were highlighted by the diamond red patterns that ran across the top of its body, while its underside was a pale yet creamy yellow hue. As it slithered closer at a quicker pace – now sensing her presence, she tensed in fear. It sensed that fear and flared its now noticeable hood like a cobra, the two red dots now visible as its two red coloured eyes narrowed.[AN2]

Fear like no other flooded Azalea's mind and deep down, something in her blood sparked to life. It caused a chain reaction that ran through her veins – eliminating that fear and replacing it with indignation – how dare a serpent threaten her – she was of Slytherin's Blood.

Whatever the reaction had sparked – the monster cobra halted. This feeling that overcame it was not natural. This human was suddenly in a higher position on the food chain and an unseen power demanded its respect.

Those watching immediately acted. They had watched Azalea freeze and all assumed that something was very wrong … rushing to Azalea's location they were all stunned and more than a little unnerved as she suddenly spoke in the feared Serpent Tongue.

"You dare threaten me serpent?" Azalea hissed menacingly.

Everyone in the room froze – serpent included as a previously unseen aura engulfed Azalea's form. It was a frightening sight to behold – though what was truly frightening was what was unseen.

Deep within Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in a certain hidden chamber, a beautiful green glow engulfed the room and a certain Basilisk shuddered as its slumber was interrupted. Its Master's true heir was awake at last and in response, the Basilisk bowed deeply in the direction of power and turned to stone – its time now over as it would be the new heir's power to create his or her own serpent protector.

Back in the room with Azalea, her parents and teachers and a now scared giant serpent … the green glow of aura seeped into Azalea's body and settled. The damage had been done however as the serpent wasted no time at all in lowering its head and flattening its hood.

"Forgive me mistress speaker," the snake hissed, its tone distinctly male. "I was unaware of your status my lady, please do not banish me my lady."

"Give me a reason not to serpent," Azalea hissed in turn – a serious expression marring her usually happy face.

"My lady, I beseech you," the snake begged. "I was summoned from my slumber, my nest is now disturbed and my stomach empty. My mate is gone and I am alone, I was prepared to sleep and pass on."

Azalea's hissing slowed as she appeared in thought. "What are you serpent, you are not a normal snake."

The snake reared back in shock. For a human – a speaker or not – to sense anything of his power spoke of her own power. He narrowed his own red gaze on the human female's magic. It was so strong and pure … like the magic of the original craft users.

"I am Naga mistress speaker," he finally responded. "My mate's name is Nagini in Parseltongue. I beg you my lady – do not banish me for to do so would be sending me to die without my mate."

"You were already prepared to die," Azalea rebutted smoothly. "Why do you now wish to live?"

"It is true that either way I was to die alone, without my mate," Naga reasoned. "But before I was already asleep, my own magic leaving my form. When I was summoned by this ritual, it rekindled my magic and life, so to banish me would mean that I would die in agony as my magic left me while I was awake … for a Naga it would be as you humans call inhumane."

Azalea sighed. "Very well Naga, I will spare you from such a fate."

"I thank you lady speaker," Naga hissed in relief. "But I fear as though it won't be much of a mercy for I am too far from my nest – my source of magic."

"And how can this be rectified?" she questioned, only continuing at the snake's odd look. "You have moved me serpent, I wish to see you live."

Naga hissed his shock, did the human realise what she was asking?

"Do you understand what you ask mistress speaker?" he hissed questioningly.

"I admit that I do not understand the full ramifications of my words," Azalea replied honestly. "But your magic is as transparent to me as your motives, you are sincere and have no true purpose in living without your mate beyond simply living."

"Then I shall join you mistress speaker," Naga decided. This speaker was honourable and her magical essence was pure. He was powerful on his own as a Naga but bonded with this speaker? He'd rival a Basilisk in power.

Azalea didn't truly understand what she was doing but something in her blood was missing and this snake's own magic resonated with that emptiness. "Then I accept you into my company and magic Naga, bond with me to complete your pact."

Naga hissed in acceptance, and before anyone could react – he lunged forward and sunk his fangs into her outstretched hand. A powerful blast of magic burst free and new life filled Naga, his scales taking on a healthy shine and his eyes shone with new magic and life. He then gasped however as something unexpected occurred. The essence of Slytherin's Blood carried with it the essence of the Serpent's Familiar. The very power that created the Basilisk and it flowed through Azalea's body into her new Naga familiar. It changed the Naga as it grew exponentially and altered his body magically.

The mantle had been passed on and a new Basilisk was now King and Guardian of Hogwarts.

When the light of the magic passed the onlookers almost fainted as there now stood Azalea with a 60FT Naga/Basilisk Hybrid. The scary thing was that if it was 60FT long now – then how large would it be as Azalea grew with her magic?

Naga opened his red eyes and hissed with new power – he felt incredible and so much knowledge was now his – knowledge of who his new mistress was and knowledge of what he was now. In his wildest dreams did he imagine he would become the serpent King.

"It is done," Azalea simply hissed, before she swayed softly.

Naga instantly acted and shifted his weight into his new mistress. The movement shattered the tenseness of the moment and everyone sighed in relief.

"It was a Naga, I guess it's more now though," Abraham explained. "It's incredible that she could summon one, I was expecting a Raven or Crow like her ancestor."

"He's perfect," Azalea chattered happily, as she rubbed Naga's smooth scales lovingly – she felt so complete now.

Abraham smiled at the scene and gave Azalea a book that would help her learn to care for her familiar. "You'll need to be careful with a Serpent Familiar – many will be nervous around him and you must be extra careful to hide his true abilities – in fact, you may want to shrink him down to blend in."

As if prompted to, Naga glowed and shrunk to a 2 metre version of his full form and slithered in a circle to assess his smaller form.

"I didn't think that that would work," he hissed in surprise.

Azalea giggled at his tone and replied. "Yet it did, this will be a valuable tool Naga."

Azalea got a hiss from Naga in agreement before he went back to admiring his new body. Azalea giggled every once in a while as her familiar was a little vain about his new looks.

Aberforth remained rooted in his spot, Azalea just used Parseltongue … sure he suspected that she may inherit the skill after her unusual awakening during the adoption ritual … but that still paled in actually hearing the feared Language of the Serpents. He now knew for a fact that Azalea had the potential to be greater than her great ancestor Morgana LeFay. Morgana had been rivalled by one other than just Merlin, though her name was lost to all history … suspiciously, it was rumoured that she too could use the Language of the Serpents.

So it would stand to reason that Lord Salazar Slytherin was a descendant of that woman, whilst Lady Rowena Ravenclaw was a descendant of Morgana LeFay. If Azalea possessed even a slight inclination to the very same power as either great ancestor … then she could surpass them and write for herself a place in history. She was already almost as powerful in magical essence as himself or his brother Albus, just lacking in experience and age.

Aberforth shuddered as he thought of the power Azalea would possess in the future.

Like Abraham predicted, the Kitsune helpers were displeased that their mistress was bonded to a Naga of all things, but they all forgot their displeasure at her smile or laughter – the Kitsune were nothing but determined to continue seeing their mistress smiling and laughing.

Azalea and company stayed at the Repository for a few extra hours, so while Azalea played with her new familiar, the adults were interrogating Abraham. Though they eventually called it a day and left with a tired but happy Azalea and her familiar in tow.

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Azalea couldn't stop the tears that fell down her smooth cheeks as she watched her mother's body be laid to rest. Her father Amon clutched her hand in his in a show of support, as they wept for their beloved Robin.

Azalea was now 13 years old and shortly after being able to light all the candles in the church in a single moment, her mother started to lose her strength. Amon and Robin had explained that it would've happened soon after her powers matured, but Azalea would always see her mother as indestructible. She was gone now though, and a fierce determination burned in Azalea's heart.

She had learned so much from the residents of the Monastery, but as she grew she also began to learn that those same residents were outcasts or wanted. There were people from all countries, Russian, French, even Bulgarian or African. There was even a Japanese couple that taught her many interesting things like Tea Ceremony or Asian Warding and Summoning. They were there as residents to escape prosecution from their own Magical Worlds … hell her Charms instructor was apparently wanted for magical experimentation – though she was an Unspeakable at the time.

No if anything, those that were wanted by a Magical Country were usually framed or innocent of their alleged crimes. However, despite the betrayals of the various countries to the now residents of the Monastery, they weren't too bitter about it. As strange as that may have sounded – they all loved Azalea like a daughter to all and it was because of the precious child that they felt content with their lives. This meant that they all went out of their ways to teach Azalea everything that they knew – be it forbidden or not – and Azalea soaked it all up like a sponge.

Whether it was Azalea's heritage or not, she absorbed absolutely everything taught to her. She was just gifted in all branches of magic available. The mundane subjects weren't an exception to this power either – languages, etiquette, dance, mathematics, sciences, along with many other subjects … they all fell to Azalea's seemingly endless thirst for knowledge.

That mattered little however, as Azalea wept over her mother's body. Amon watched his adopted daughter cry her heart out and he clutched at his coat covered chest, where his heart was located.

'It won't be long now little Robin,' Amon thought as a tear escaped his usually stoic façade. 'I will be with you again, my love.'

Almost as if she could sense her father's thoughts, Azalea turned and hugged Amon tightly. Amon sighed into his daughter's embrace and ran his hand through her soft, delicate hair.

"It'll be okay, little flower," Amon soothed. "I think I should I explain everything to you Azalea."

Azalea frowned softly but otherwise nodded, whilst tightening her hold on her father. "I don't understand Father, what do you mean 'explain everything'?"

Amon sucked in a breath and shuddered under his beautiful daughter's perplexed gaze. He braced himself and ushered her away as they incinerated Robin's body. Azalea sniffled miserably as they did so, but she took comfort in her father as she took in his scent.

As they approached their home, they spotted Aberforth and the Matron speaking in hushed tones. As Azalea and Amon approached, Aberforth and the Matron stood taller and after a comforting squeeze on the shoulder from Aberforth to the Matron, she walked to Azalea. There was a tense moment of awkward silence before the Matron handed Azalea a wrapped bundle. Azalea tilted her head in confusion, but otherwise took the offered bundle from the Matron.

As Azalea carefully unwrapped the bundle, tears escaped her as it opened to reveal her mother's robe/coat. It was a deep maroon colour that would appear black if wet and in traditional robe-like fashion it was long. Azalea wasted no time in slipping her mother's robe/coat on and sniffed in the comforting smell of her mother that lingered on the article of clothing. [AN3]

"Y-Your mother asked me to repair this for you," the Matron sobbed quietly – she looked so much like her mother in the coat, as she was still wearing her initiate's nun-like dress. "She wanted to present this to you herself, but I'm honoured to do this for her."

Azalea shuffled in the long robe – it was rather large on her smaller frame, but it wouldn't dissuade her from wearing her mother's coat. Azalea turned to her father for his reaction, and was witness to a few more tears escaping him.

"You look lovely Azalea," Amon whispered. "Just do me a favour and keep your hair down, your mother's pigtailed look is not going to suit you."

Despite the solemn mood, Azalea giggled softly. "I won't father, I don't think I could manage the look anyway."

Amon ushered Azalea, Aberforth and the Matron into the living area and smiled fondly as Azalea asked. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes that would be lovely, thank you Azalea dear," Aberforth smiled as the Matron nodded her agreement.

Azalea left the room to prepare the tea with a soft nod of the head.

Once she was out of hearing range, the Matron turned to Amon. "Are you sure you want to reveal what will happen to you now that Robin is gone?"

"Yes, I believe that Azalea has a right to know that I will fade soon as well," Amon nodded. "On reflection I estimate my time at a few years at most."

"I see, and your plans?" Aberforth asked. "Do you know what Azalea will do once you fade?"

"It is my hope that she'll return to Wizarding Britain," Amon finally responded after a moment of silence.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to return father," Azalea interrupted. "But I will do as you want and return if you want me to."

Amon sighed and accepted a cup of tea from his daughter – as did the Matron and Aberforth.

"If that is your plan," Aberforth started before sipping his tea. "Excellent tea my dear … where was I, oh yes … if that is your plan, I would recommend a trip to Gringotts Bank in Diagon Alley."

"Why would you recommend that sir?" she asked in confusion.

"It would be prudent of you to learn what you're to inherit from your bloodlines," Aberforth continued. "It would give you a head start for when you return permanently, as you can start to manage your finances."

"Very well," Amon nodded. "We shall go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to assess whatever you are to inherit."

Azalea sipped her own tea before simply nodding. "I understand father."

The quiet tone pierced Amon's heart, it was clear that Azalea had no desire to go, but she would do so if told to … she was nothing but obedient. Amon finished his tea and patted the seat next to him to Azalea … she sat and looked to him expectantly. Amon looked to Aberforth, who nodded solemnly before explaining to Azalea what to expect in the near future. At first, Azalea vehemently refused to believe that her father would be leaving her as well, but as time went on in the conversation, Azalea bitterly accepted the news.

"Please excuse me," Azalea muttered as she stood abruptly and fled to her room.

Amon looked his age as he watched her go and it took Aberforth patting his shoulder in a show of support.

..::..

The next day a sombre Azalea numbly applied a Glamour Charm as she followed Aberforth to Gringotts Bank. The barman … Tom she belatedly recalled, had taken a fair amount of time to chat with Aberforth before noticing her. He jumped nervously and backed away from her before Aberforth calmed the man down … it appeared as though he thought she was Bellatrix Lestrange. It was the reason that she applied the Glamour Charm to herself to appear as a common teenager with brown hair and eyes.

Amon decided to allow Aberforth to go in his stead as he knew Aberforth was acquainted with the Goblin Nation.

She spied the plaque at the entrance to the bank and quickly removed the Glamour before entering, as to be respectful of their rules. The bank was thankfully empty as they walked up to the head teller, and Azalea followed her teachings in tilting her head deep enough for it to be noticeable, but subtle enough to not appear mocking or casual in nature.

"Greetings Master Teller," Azalea spoke clearly. "I have come to your establishment to lay claim to any and all vaults that I am entitled to by blood and magic."

The Goblin stared at Azalea with narrowed eyes, it was uncommon for Witches and Wizards to act appropriately in a Goblin's presence, but it was an unexpected pleasure when done correctly. The Goblin then noticed the manner of dress that the young witch was wearing and his eyes widened … a Witch Hunter Initiate was here in the bank? It had been nearly 100 years since an Emissary of the Monastery was amongst them, and so the Goblin tilted his head in polite response.

"And greetings to you Initiate, I am called Ragnok," the now named Ragnok spoke. "I bid thee welcome to this hallowed Goblin Soil."

"Then I am welcomed," Azalea replied. "May I speak freely Master Ragnok?"

"You may," grunted Ragnok in approval. It was merely formality to greet each other in such a manner before granting permission to speak in a casual manner.

"Thank you Master Ragnok," Azalea smiled before gesturing to Aberforth. "This is Lord Aberforth Dumbledore, he is here to bear witness to these events."

"The Goblin Nation recognises Lord Dumbledore as a friend to the Goblin Nation," Ragnok nodded.

"Thank you Master Ragnok," Aberforth spoke pleasantly – he was pleased to see that Azalea remembered her lessons.

"Master Ragnok," Azalea spoke up again. "As I stated earlier, I would like to claim any and all vaults that I can, I am prepared to present blood to claim."

Ragnok grunted, once again pleased by the witch's manners. "Please follow me then humans."

Azalea smiled softly and followed after Ragnok, with Aberforth trailing behind the two. They followed Ragnok to a rather extravagant room. The room was made entirely from marble with gold ingrained in majestic designs and patterns. In the very centre of the room was a single shiny table of wood, and on said table was an ornate bowl of silver, accompanied by an equally ornate silver dagger.

Following protocol, Azalea bowed to the empty room and approached table. Ragnok presented the blade to Azalea, who took the blade with another bow before slicing open her left palm without a moment's hesitation. She watched her blood flow free into the bowl, but the bowl was never once stained by the blood. The bowl absorbed every drop of her blood before Ragnok nodded and swiped his clawed finger across Azalea's left palm. The wound healed instantly and he silently retook the blade and chanted in the Goblin's tongue.

The bowl glowed and Ragnok grunted as he gestured Azalea and Aberforth to follow him. They did so and eventually found themselves in a pleasantly decorated office. Ragnok sat at the only desk and nodded to the humans, they followed the gesture and sat at the two seats on the other side of the desk.

"Formalities aside," Ragnok began. "It appears you have quite the lineage young lady."

"Thank you Master Ragnok," Azalea blushed.

"Instead of boring you with a vocal acknowledgement," Ragnok spoke. "I shall merely pass you the parchment."

Azalea accepted the parchment and gasped in surprise at the results, as did Aberforth.

-Bloodline Results-

Name of Claimant: Azalea Dorea Senna – Formally Azalea Dorea Potter.

Blood Status: Pureblood.

Mother: Robin Marie Senna – Pureblood – Status: Deceased.

Father: Amon John Prince – Squib – Status: Living.

Sex: Female.

Race: Human/Fae.

Age: 13 years old.

Inherited Titles:

Lady Slytherin – claimable by Blood.

Lady Ravenclaw – claimable by Blood.

Lady Prince – claimable by Blood.

Mistress LeFay (Lady Fae) – claimable by Blood.

Lady Peverell – claimable by Blood.

Heiress Apparent to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black – claimable by Blood and Magic.

Aberforth was stunned. All the titles mentioned were as he expected bar one: Lady Prince. As far as he knew, Amon and Severus Snape were the only relatives left to the Prince Line, but then wouldn't Severus be the next in line to claim? Wait … Severus was a Half-Blood and technically, due to the ritual, Azalea was a Pureblood. Then there was the fact that Severus' mother was disowned for falling in love and marrying that muggle Tobias Snape. If Severus' mother was disowned, then Severus couldn't lay claim to the Prince Fortune.

Amon may have been a Squib, but Squibs weren't removed from the Family Tree. They weren't entitled to inherit, but any child borne of a Squib (that was a Pureblood) could claim. Hence Azalea's ability to inherit the title of Lady Prince.

"Master Dumbledore," Azalea licked her suddenly dry lips. "I understand my claims to the Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Fae Bloodlines … but I do not understand my claims to the Prince Blood, or the fact that I am Heiress Apparent to the Black Family."

"I can actually answer that for you," Ragnok interrupted. "Your Godfather, one Sirius Orion Black II, named you Heiress Apparent … though technically you could claim Lordship or Ladyship now as he is infertile and incapable of producing an Heir or Heiress, thus the Black Family Charter is clear … if the Heir/Heiress Apparent is willing to claim, then the current Lord or Lady cannot refute the claim."

"I-I see," Azalea stuttered in shock. "A-And the Peverell and Prince Family?"

"The Peverell Family is a mystery," Ragnok admitted. "They did have a Vault here and they placed many unique items within it, but no monetary assets at all. They are an old Family and are responsible for helping create the Wizengamot, so they held great sway in the politics of Magical Britain, but they simply disappeared during the pages of history. You are formally a Potter, the Potter Family can also lay claim to the Peverell Family as they are also related by blood, but as you are also Lady Slytherin, you hold a greater claim."

"O-Oh," Azalea meekly replied.

"The Prince Family? That is rather more straightforward," Ragnok continued. "Your father's full name is Amon Prince. While he is a Squib, you are a Pureblood on paper, therefore you have Right of Claim. To my knowledge, you have an uncle named Severus Snape whose mother was disowned from the Family as she married a muggle."

"Thank you for explaining that for me Master Ragnok," Azalea thanked sincerely. "My only other question … it says that I am a Pureblood, but it also says that I am a Fae – does that not make me a Half-breed?"

"Normally my lady," Ragnok responded. "However while Mistress LeFay was a human by birth, she was granted the blood of the Fae by earning the respect of the original Fae Species. Fae, as you know are extinct. Therefore by blood, you are a Fae due to your ancestor. You are a human, but you're also a Fae."

Azalea frowned in thought. "Are all Fae extinct?"

"Technically you are one of two bloodlines that are of the Fae," Ragnok replied. "As you are Lady of the Fae, you are entitled to know that there is one other family that are of the Fae. The Lovegood Bloodline are also of the Fae my lady."

"Lovegood …" Azalea pondered. "I hope to meet the Family then."

"I am sure you will," Ragnok chuckled. "The Heiress is quite in tune with the unseen magicks of the world … as were the original Fae."

Azalea smiled softly. "I do believe I shall try to meet them soon."

"Back to business," Ragnok interrupted again. "The Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Peverell Families have no homes as they either resided at Hogwarts or simply disappeared, but the Mistress LeFay had a hidden Sanctum that can only be accessed by you as her Heiress. The Prince Family Manor was destroyed in Voldemort's War and the Black Family have several properties. The Black Manor is in disrepair as it has been unused for far too long, and all that remains is their Country home in France and the Black Ancestral Home known as Grimmauld Place."

Ragnok paused to let Azalea absorb that information before continuing. "This parchment has the status of your vaults."

-Vault Status of Claimant-

Vault Number 001 – LeFay Vault:

Monetary Assets: 00 Galleons – 00 Sickles – 00 Knuts.

Residences: Sanctum of the Fae – Location Hidden, The Repository – Located in the Underground.

Family Heirlooms: LeFay Journals, Ancient Fae Texts, Morgana's Codex, Grimoire of the Fae and Handwritten Tomes. Morgana's Bone Staff.

Other Assets: Various Collections of Tomes and Scrolls, Jewels and Treasures.

Vault Number 004 – Slytherin Vault:

Monetary Assets: 19,266,787,459 Galleons – 90 Sickles – 01 Knuts.

Residences: Hogwarts Castle – Ownership of 25%.

Ancestral Heirlooms: Lord Slytherin's Locket – Whereabouts unknown, Slytherin's Wand – located at Hogwarts Castle.

Other Assets: Multiple Scrolls and Tomes, along with the Personal Journal and handwritten notes on Parselmagic. Slytherin's Family Grimoire.

Vault Number 005 – Ravenclaw Vault:

Monetary Assets: 00 Galleons – 00 Sickles – 00 Knuts.

Residences: Hogwarts Castle – Ownership of 25%.

Ancestral Heirlooms: Ravenclaw's Diadem – Whereabouts Unknown, Ravenclaw's Staff – located at Hogwarts Castle.

Other Assets: Ravenclaw's Library, along with the Personal Journal and notes of original spells and wards. Ravenclaw's Family Grimoire.

Vault Number 006 – Peverell Vault:

Monetary Assets: 00 Galleons – 00 Sickles – 00 Knuts.

Residences: None.

Family Heirlooms: The Elder Wand – bonded to Azalea Dorea Senna, The Resurrection Stone – stolen by Gaunt Family – whereabouts unknown, and Peverell Invisibility Cloak – in possession of Potter Family.

Other Assets: Peverell Family Grimoire and Inventions.

Vault Number 025 – Black Family Vault:

Monetary Assets: 879,324,163 Galleons – 657 Sickles – 00 Knuts.

Residences: Black Country House – France, 12 Grimmauld Place – London.

Family Heirlooms: Black Family Codex of Blood Magicks, and Black Ancestral Wands.

Other Assets: Black Family Grimoire, Various Tomes and Scrolls and Cursed Items.

Vault Number 075 – Prince Vault:

Monetary Assets: 189,834,576 Galleons – 65 Sickles – 00 Knuts.

Residences: None.

Family Heirlooms: Prince Family Potions Codex – in possession of Severus Snape.

Other Assets: Prince Family Grimoire and Various Tomes and Scrolls.

"As you can see," Ragnok broke the silence. "Most of your inherited titles don't possess any Monetary Assets, but they are rich in Knowledge."

Azalea's inner thirst for knowledge reared its head as she excitedly bounced in her seat for a moment, before she caught and composed herself. Ragnok merely chuckled as he understood her excitement.

"In regards to the Families with Monetary Assets," Ragnok prompted to the now sheepish girl. "The Black Family has a Goblin Financier, but the Slytherin and Prince Vault does not. I would recommend rectifying this as soon as possible."

Azalea knew the Goblin was correct. Managing the Assets now was the best course of action, but other than the few encounters with the Goblin Bounty Office in the Underground and now with Ragnok, she knew no Goblins.

The answer was simple in this case.

"May I humbly request that you, Master Ragnok, handle the affairs of each Vault?" Azalea asked quietly. "And I would also request to meet the Black Family Financier."

For the umpteenth time since their meeting, Ragnok was stunned. The young Lady wanted him to manage her many Vaults? Ragnok wasn't stupid, he remembered the accounts of Morgana of the Fae – as told by his own father, and he could see the resemblance. If he didn't know any better, Ragnok would say that the child was the reincarnation of the Lady of the Fae.

Ragnok's eyes widened at the thought and he narrowed his gaze at the fidgeting witch. Her magic was pure, purer than any he had sensed in centuries. This girl was of the Blood of Old. Nevertheless, his mind returned to her request … the honour and prestige that would come from handling those Vaults was unfathomable … there was no way he could pass this offer up.

"I humbly accept your most gracious offer my lady," Ragnok bowed, still in shock. "I-I shall be honoured to call you 'Friend of the Goblin Nation'. As the new Lady of the Fae, you'd automatically be granted that honour, but know now that you have earned that honour on your own merit."

Azalea swallowed her own shock and merely bowed her head low. "Thank you Master Ragnok."

"Oh no," Ragnok instantly replied. "As Friend of the Goblin Nation, you may address me as simply Ragnok, and you mustn't bow to me."

"I will not disregard decorum," Azalea declared firmly – earning her another grin from Ragnok.

"Then you still prove yourself worthy," Ragnok acknowledged. "I will call upon the Black Family Financier, he is named Sharptooth."

"Please Master Ragnok," Azalea begged. "Remain once he has arrived, I do not trust easily and I have met no other Goblins sans yourself or the Goblins of the Underground."

Ragnok merely bowed. "I would be honoured to assist you my lady."

Ragnok left to summon Sharptooth and Azalea slumped into her chair once alone with her teacher.

"That was intense," Azalea sighed tiredly.

"You have done well Azalea," Aberforth soothed. "I am proud of you for following decorum."

Azalea blushed but then frowned. "Did I do the right thing master?"

Aberforth chuckled before revealing the identity of who Ragnok really was. "Azalea … Ragnok is King of the Goblin Nation."

"W-What?" she stuttered. "Oh Morgana, I didn't insult him by requesting him to manage my Vaults … did I?"

"Oh no, my dear," Aberforth soothed once more. "Ragnok does not consider himself above the Goblin's Pact to manage the finances of the Wizarding World. In fact, he is only King because of the number of Vaults that he already manages. The fact that you asked him to manage some of the oldest Vaults in Gringott's history, means you've secured his place as King."

"So … so I did well then?" she asked incredulously.

"Very well," Aberforth agreed. "I daresay you've made an advantageous alliance, you do your Slytherin Bloodline proud."

Azalea blushed once more but immediately schooled her features as Ragnok returned with a downright savage looking Goblin in tow.

"My lady, this is Sharptooth," Ragnok introduced.

"I welcome you Master Sharptooth," Azalea replied as she dipped her head respectively. "I am honoured to meet you."

Sharptooth looked Azalea up and down in a rude manner before dismissing her presence.

"This cannot be the Claimant," Sharptooth sneered.

"Search her magical essence before judging her," Ragnok warned with a growl.

It threw Sharptooth for a moment before he waved dismissively again. "I do not care for her essence, she is a mere human … nothing special."

Azalea felt a boiling anger surge from within her … this Goblin dared to dismiss her, she had followed Goblin protocol and he had dismissed her so casually … this could not stand!

"I am Azalea, Lady of the Fae," Azalea hissed as her magic surged with her anger. "And you have insulted me Goblin Master Sharptooth. I find your manners deplorable and I am not pleased in the slightest."

Sharptooth's sneer faded quickly as he felt Azalea's magic surge … the purity of her magic made her claim true … and the magic and blood within her also deemed her claim to the Black Family legitimate … oh dear.

"F-Forgive me my lady," Sharptooth stuttered.

Azalea interrupted any more excuses from the begging Goblin. "Even now you abandon decorum and beg to me … you are not even a Goblin. I release you from your service to the Black Family!"

Sharptooth almost fainted at the dense magic that had descended upon the room, but Azalea continued. "King Ragnok, I would ask of you to take up the Black Family Vaults on my behalf as well, will you accept my request?"

The savage grin that made its way onto Ragnok's face told those present his answer and Sharptooth knew he had screwed up. "I would be most honoured to take up the Black Family Vaults, my lady."

"Then it is now so," Azalea spoke – unsure of where the words were coming from. Beside her – a startled Aberforth was speechless at the display of authority being shown to him.

"So mote it be," Azalea and Ragnok spoke at the same time.

"Sharptooth … you are dismissed," Ragnok ordered.

Sharptooth all but fled from the office, his metaphorical tail between his legs … all the while, Ragnok grinned savagely.

'Today has been productive,' Ragnok thought, his savage grin growing. 'I have secured my reign for the rest of my days.'

Azalea felt her anger leave her and she gasped tiredly. "I apologise Master Ragnok."

"You have nothing to apologise for, my lady," Ragnok responded. "He got what he deserved for dismissing a Friend of the Goblin Nation … his punishment from his peers is still to come."

Ragnok watched Azalea slump in exhaustion and he furrowed his wrinkled brow, she was powerful, but she was also young. "If you would please accept your Family Rings."

Azalea glanced nervously at Aberforth as Ragnok slid an ornate chest across his desk. The Family Rings were as ornate as the chest and Azalea grimaced at the thought of wearing such expensive looking jewellery … what if she ruined them?

Reverently she took out the first ring and glanced at her teacher.

"You slide it on your right ring finger," Aberforth informed her.

Azalea stared at the ring before sliding it on. It was the Slytherin Family Ring and was made of silver. It was designed to look like a coiling snake with its mouth open to strike, an emerald was situated inside the snake's open mouth. The ring suddenly became animated and lunged, managing to prick her finger and take into itself her blood.

"Relax my lady," Ragnok calmed the alarmed girl. "It is the ring's way of verifying that you are of the Slytherin Bloodline."

Azalea nodded to show she understood before watching in mesmerisation as the ring uncurled and stretched across her right ring finger to become a ring that stretched across her entire finger like a curled snake.

"W-Wow," Azalea mumbled. "An enchanted ring … it's beautiful."

"And it's functional as well," Ragnok interjected. "It's charmed to protect you from poisons and other lethal toxins."

Azalea smiled and spent a moment more to marvel at the Charm-work inlaid into the Ring. Ragnok cleared his throat and Azalea jumped in her seat … how embarrassing – being caught in her own little world. She reached into the box to take the Ravenclaw Family Ring. Like the Slytherin Ring, it was made of silver, but it was designed to look as though it was a Raven's Claw holding a pure sapphire. Like the Slytherin Ring, it too took her blood but it remained on her finger and did not animate itself – instead just pricking her finger once placed.

Azalea squeaked in surprise as the Ravenclaw Ring melted into the Slytherin Ring.

"Do not be alarmed Azalea," Aberforth spoke. "It will show whatever Ring you wish once you have accepted them all."

"The Ravenclaw Ring will help protect you from mind magicks," Ragnok intoned impatiently. "Please continue my lady."

The Black Family Ring was also made of silver, but a stone of pure obsidian was marked by an elegant swirl at the top of the Ring. It bore the faint picture of a Fleur-de-lune in the stone that glowed as it was placed securely on her finger. Once she'd done so, the Fleur-de-lune glowed brightly and remained that way as it too melted into the Slytherin Ring.

"That is magic deeming you worthy of the Black Family," Aberforth explained. "You were already accepted by blood but magic must be in agreement as Sirius still lives as a Steward of the Blacks now."

"The Black Ring will enhance your protection against poisons and toxins," Ragnok informed.

Azalea nodded and continued by taking the Prince Family Ring out. It was almost identical to the Black Family Ring, except that its stone was placed in a thorn-like pattern. Ironic considering that within the obsidian jewel, was the motif of a rose on a shield – the Prince Family's crest. The Shield glowed red as she slipped it on and only settled as it sat there for a tense moment.

"The Prince Family protects you from any dangerous plants and organisms," Ragnok dutifully informed. "There is a reason that they rivalled the Longbottom Family in Herbology."

Azalea nodded again and once it too had melted into the Slytherin Ring, she took the Peverell Family Ring out. It was a simple silver band with an equally simple jewel, much like an opal but somehow different. It had the strange symbol of a circle and a single line inside of a triangle on the jewel.

"The Symbol of the Deathly Hallows," gasped Azalea in reverence.

Aberforth's eyes narrowed as he too gazed at the image … it was faint and glowed with an almost otherworldly power. 'There is more to that ring that meets the eye.'

"Admittedly … I do not know what protections this Ring offers you," Ragnok grunted in frustration. "There are old magicks ingrained into it though, so you will have to discover their meaning yourself."

Azalea grinned at the challenge and nodded. This time however, once the ring had joined its brethren on her finger, it had the strangest effect on the Slytherin Ring as the emerald now glowed with that same otherworldly power. 'Strange, I really can't wait to discover the Ring's secrets.'

The only ring remaining was the oldest there … the LeFay ring.

Azalea gasped and raised her left hand to her heart … it was gorgeous.

"The Ring is made of a metal that no longer exists," Ragnok spoke in awe. "It is made of Mithril and set with white stone of adamant … both no longer exist and as such, they are some the most precious materials in the world. Ironically it is the opposite of the Resurrection Stone of the Deathly Hallows in power."

"Its name is …" Ragnok began, only to be interrupted by Azalea who appeared to be in a trance.

"Nenya … its name is Nenya," Azalea whispered in pure awe.

"Yes," Ragnok continued. "Also known as the White Ring, the Adamant Ring and the Ring of Water … Nenya's power lies in preservation, protection, and concealment from evil."[AN4]

Nenya was glowing as Azalea held it and instinctively slid it onto her right ring finger to join the others. Only this time … the Slytherin Ring actually hissed in shock and melted into Nenya instead of the other way round. Nenya glowed brilliantly as it sat on her finger; it looked to be made of ethereal looking white gold, which she now knew to be Mithril. The White Stone of Adamant set into the elegantly crafted open flowered appearance glowed brightly and Azalea felt complete.

Ragnok eyed the reaction and watched as Azalea relaxed completely … this girl was definitely Morgana of the Fae's reincarnation if that was the reaction from sliding on the ring.

"I feel at peace," Azalea sighed in bliss.

Aberforth opted to remain silent as he sat mesmerised by the Ring's power. Ragnok noticed at snapped his fingers to get their attention.

"Be at ease Lord Dumbledore," Ragnok spoke. "It is known as a Ring of Power for a reason."

Aberforth instantly snapped his Occlumency Shields to full power and apologised for his brief lapse in attention. Ragnok merely waved him off and shifted his gaze back to Azalea – who appeared to be listening to the Ring.

'The Secrets of the Fae,' Ragnok thought in suspicion. 'They are still a mystery to the mortal species of the Magical World … whatever power lies inside of this child seems to have awakened the White Ring from its slumber.'

"Our business is now complete," Ragnok nodded with an air of finality. "I shall escort you to your Vaults to retrieve any items that you desire."

Azalea looked up to Ragnok, and Ragnok failed to supress a gasp as her eyes glowed with power he hadn't sensed since the time of the Ancient Ones.

"That would be wonderful Master Ragnok," Azalea spoke in her musical tone. "I would like to visit the Vaults of LeFay, Slytherin and Ravenclaw."

"I-It will be done, my lady," Ragnok gulped, before rushing out of the room to prepare a cart.

Like Ragnok, Aberforth was stunned as he gazed at Azalea. She seemed almost ethereal … as if she could vanish into nothingness.

"A-Azalea, are you feeling okay?" he inquired.

Azalea turned her powerful gaze to her teacher and smiled softly. "I feel complete Master Dumbledore, like a piece of my soul has returned to me."

"I-I see," Aberforth merely spoke in reply.

Thankfully, he was saved from continuing as Ragnok returned.

"Your cart awaits my lady," Ragnok informed.

"Let's depart then," Azalea replied in her soft tone. "I wish to retrieve the journals and Grimoires of my ancestors."

..::..

-One Year Later-

Sirius Black huffed tiredly as he jumped over a stack of crates that his prey had knocked over. He was hunting a particular nasty piece of work: a Russian Dark Wizard by the name of Dimitri Chekov – the fact that he had somehow gotten a hold of a Relic was also troubling.

A relic was a piece of magic in physical form and if used in certain dark rituals … it had the possibility of tripling one's magic core – though they sometimes went by their other name – Seeds of the Craft.

Sirius wheezed out in exhaustion, the man had been running now for about two hours.

'Merlin this man can run! Either Russian Dark Wizards possessed incredible stamina,' Sirius thought tiredly. "Or I am so out of shape."

Sirius growled in frustration as the man darted into another alleyway, though he halted suddenly in surprise, as the man was stood frozen in the middle of the alley, quivering in sheer terror. Sirius couldn't understand what the man screamed in Russian into the darkness in front of him, nor did he care as his orders were clear: capture or kill the man.

Dimitri switched to English and became almost hysterical as she shouted into the darkness of the alleyway. "I-It's you isn't it?"

He received no answer and he began unleashing hexes and curses into the darkness.

Dimitri spat into the alleyway as he continued. "I demand that you show yourself!"

Sirius thought the man was going insane at first, but that was only until he heard the soft clacking of heeled shoes that hollowly echoed through the previously dead silent alley. It wasn't long before Sirius was able to make out a shadowy silhouette and minutes later, a young lady dressed in a dress reminisce of a nun's robes with an outer muggle style coat of a rich dark red-brown colour stood completely still in front of the two men.

Chekov laughed in a grating way and turned mockingly towards the girl. "You are the one they sent … a little girl?"

The girl merely nodded once, before taking another step forward. "It appears that the Seeds of the Craft have indeed been discovered by your master Lord Voldemort … Mr Dimitri Chekov."

Her voice was like velvet or silk against the skin and held a musical, magical tone that reminded Sirius of a Siren's Song – it was completely irresistible. Chekov shook his head and wasted no time in attacking – far quicker than Sirius could register, Chekov had unleashed a Killing Curse at the young woman. Sirius cried out for her to dodge but the girl remained still.

'Doesn't she know that he's using the Killing Curse?' Sirius thought fearfully. "Dodge, move, do something … anything!"

Whatever else Sirius wanted to say died in his throat as the young lady's eyes suddenly glowed. A wall of pure green fire materialized and absorbed the Killing Curse. A ball of pure green fire that mesmerized Sirius then appeared out of nowhere and latched on to the man's wand arm.

Chekov howled in sheer agony as he and Sirius both bore witness as Chekov's arm suddenly vaporised in the blink of an eye – another flash of fire appeared and destroyed his other arm as again Chekov thrashed in sheer pain.

"P-Please … make it stop," Dimitri screamed in terror, reaching out to Sirius in desperation.

Sirius remained still – stunned that the formerly proud and incredibly powerful dark wizard shamelessly grovelled and begged for mercy from the young woman. Sirius and Chekov both glanced at the young woman and cringed upon seeing her emotionless expression, in his desperation, Chekov's hysterical cries changed.

"W-WHY? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" he screamed as froth appeared at the corner of his mouth, indicating that his body was still burning … but from the inside.

"What gives you the right?" he sobbed as spasms rocked his body, his next question barely louder than a whisper. "W-Why are you doing this to me?"

"You fell to the darkness," she spoke softly with her emotionless face – it contrasted greatly with her mystical voice. "I'm doing this because you're a wanted Dark Wizard!"

Chekov's final feeling was pain of imaginable levels. It was stronger than any Cruciatus Curse cast on him by his master Lord Voldemort … and he screamed to the heavens as he was burned to Ashes.

The young woman turned and calmly retrieved the Relic before she pressed a soft, delicate finger to a muggle communications device.

"It is done," she simply spoke, "Mission accomplished Ma'am."

There was a brief silence before she replied, "Understood."

The young woman pressed the device's button again before she turned and made to leave. That was when Sirius finally snapped out of it and called to her. "W-What are you … no, who are you … what's your name? My name is Sirius Orion Black."

Sirius managed to make out the girl's adopted amused smile – though it disappeared seconds later as she responded with a respectful head tilt. "My name is Azalea Dorea Senna LeFay."

Sirius couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his mouth.

"And I … am a Witch," Azalea declared proudly.

..::..

Sirius gasped in shock – it couldn't be – Azalea … their precious Azalea was standing in front of him.

It suddenly wasn't so impossible to believe as the young lady in front of him shared a similar aura to the one that their Azalea possessed as a young baby. For once, Sirius was actually grateful to his Family's Blood Legacy. For now – thanks to his blood – he could recognise the essence of the young lady's magic. His blood screamed at him and he knew for certain … he'd found her.

"A-Azalea," Sirius whispered as he took a step forward and raised his wand. "Y-You're here … I've found you at last! James and Lily will be overjoyed … you can finally return home."

In response, Azalea took a step backwards and she stood defensively – prepared for any attack from the Auror in front of her.

Thanks to the powers of the Craft and the Old Magic running through her, she could see that his heart was of the light but his blood was dark. The concept might've appeared strange to other Hunters, but to her she saw that his magic was warm and cheerful despite the dark power that resided in his blood … and the fact that his magic was familiar to her own meant that he was someone that she had spent time with before she happened to be abandoned on the steps of the Monastery.

"Please do not assume to be familiar with me Sir Auror," Azalea responded blankly. "Your magic resonates harmoniously with my own, but I do not know you."

Sirius flinched and whined pitifully, much like his animagius form. "A-Azalea … please remember me … you know me! It's Sirius … I'm your Godfather."

Azalea closed her eyes for a moment and recalled her longest memories. Thanks to her heritage, she did remember Sirius Black – especially since he was the Steward of the Blacks – though she found herself remembering him more clearly by his nickname. "Padfoot?"

Sirius's head jerked up and tears were visible as he nodded quickly in joy. Azalea blinked when an image flashed over his … it was a dog. A Grim to be exact and his tail was wagging in delight.

"You remember me," Sirius practically shouted in joy. "Now that you remember me we can go home! I can't believe it … step closer so I can see your face."

Azalea debated the action as a Witch Hunter needed to remain faceless unless necessary and her dearly departed mother Robin had often mentioned the benefits of an unknown identity. She disregarded the notion and stepped forward slowly – her clacking heeled shoes echoing in the silent alleyway.

Sirius had to resist the reflex to raise his wand to attack as Azalea stepped forward – her face now visible to him. The reason being was that she looked like a green eyed Bellatrix more than either of her parents … true they all thought that before and they already knew that her dormant Black Blood was the cause, but it was still unnerving to be face to face with a mini-Bella.

There were differences now though. Her hair curled gracefully and was a raven black, thus being far darker than any of the Blacks. Her skin was also a creamy pale that also didn't belong to anyone that she was related to, and her cheeks were far more prominent than he remembered.

Azalea almost cracked a smile as she watched his facial features … it had already been pointed out by her teachers and fellow hunters that she bared an eerily close resemblance to one dark witch named Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black – though she apparently looked more like her ancestor Rowena Ravenclaw or Morgana of the Fae – but they'd theorized that the Blacks must've been related somehow. The visit to Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London had proven useful after all. King Ragnok's confirmation was all they needed – but ever since then, the only contact she'd had with the Goblins was to their field office in the Underground – when they collected on the officially sanctioned bounties posted by the Ministry of Magic.

"I will not go with you Auror Black," Azalea spoke – breaking him out of his stupor. "As an official Hunter registered to the Monastery, you have neither the right nor the authority to apprehend me."

Sirius furrowed his brow in thought. It was true – he didn't have that authority but it was their little Azalea and she was right there, standing in front of him … he had to at least try.

"I-If you won't come willingly, then I'll have to subdue you by force Azalea," Sirius responded shakily. "I don't want to do this, but your family misses you. We've been searching for you for so long."

"Any attempt to subdue me will be met with a measure of self-defence Auror Black. You are making a grave error in judgement if you believe that your power," Azalea's eyes suddenly glowed eerily similar to the Killing Curse, "Compares to mine."

Sirius ignored the jab at his power and sent a blasting hex at her – his intention to knock her unconscious. Azalea stood completely still and Sirius started to worry but just as it was about to hit her, the entire beam of magic was dispersed by a flash of hauntingly beautiful green fire.

He grit his teeth and started weaving through spells, getting faster and more precise with every strike but it mattered little as each and every spell, jinx or hex was destroyed or absorbed by the flames that were summoned by Azalea. Each and every time the flames appeared, they lit up the alleyway and Sirius couldn't help but be mesmerized as he gazed into the eyes of his Goddaughter.

She was so powerful and her magic was so pure … it honestly frightened the Black as his very blood screamed in fear of the purity, yet at the same time it was drawn to it. It was as if the dark essence of his family's blood was scared, but the true essence that was dormant was crying out to it … craving the purity in her magic.

Sirius was about to step it up when the sound of a gunshot echoed through the alley. Sirius screamed in pain as his connection to his magic was severed harshly. Sirius looked down to the newly acquired bullet wound that he had in his leg and he gritted his teeth to try to stop his cries. He tried to call upon his magic to dull the pain, but again he found that it wouldn't respond.

Sirius started to panic … why couldn't he feel his magic? This shouldn't be possible.

"Are you alright Azalea?" a deep voice cut through the air. "I was detained by my target … are you injured?"

"No father," Azalea instantly replied.

'Father, this is the man that raised Azalea?' Sirius thought through his pain.

Sirius raised his head; ignoring the pain in his leg as well as the empty feeling in his very soul at the loss of feeling his magic. He gazed upon the man and all but choked on his breath as he gazed upon an older and deadlier looking Severus Snape … were the two men related somehow?

"I am uninjured Father," Azalea soothed the man again – this time in a more embarrassed tone as the Snape look-a-like looked her over feverishly. Sirius did note that the man's muggle weapon … a gun was still aimed at his head – ready to kill him should he move. "I was merely attempting to stop this Auror from trying to apprehend me … he wasn't taking the hint father."

"Excuse me?" the man responded as his gaze returned to Sirius. "Does he know that this can be considered an act of aggression by the DMLE (Department of Magical Law Enforcement) against the Monastery – an organisation that was formed long before their DMLE?"

"No, he clearly ignored that rule," a feminine voice rang out with authority.

Amon, with his gun still aimed at Sirius shifted his gaze to the new voice … it belonged to a stern looking woman with aged red hair and a monocle on her face.

"Ah Amelia … I see that you felt the disconnection of your Auror?" Amon replied blankly. "Don't worry … the effects of our new Magic Bullets wear off after 24 hours."

Amelia Bones was not the least bit happy as she gazed upon the downed form of her best Auror Sirius Black. He and his partner James Potter were often called the unstoppable duo for their remarkable teamwork and personal duelling styles – their skills honed and refined by the last Wizarding War.

Amelia then glanced at the young lady that was the very picture of grace and poise as she stood there looking at Sirius with a thoughtful look on her face

'Her face … why is there a young Bellatrix Lestrange walking around?' Amelia thought in shock.

"Who are you? Identify yourself!" Amelia demanded rudely. "I know Amon due to our … history and you're dressed like a Hunter, but you look like Bellatrix Lestrange. The only reason I haven't taken action is due to my own visit to Azkaban just yesterday … I know Bellatrix is locked up."

Azalea blinked and tore her gaze from Sirius to Amelia; she frowned at the rudeness of the line of questioning and glared at Amelia – her eyes glowing with power that unnerved Amelia. "You have no authority over me Madam Bones … not only have you been nothing but rude since your arrival but you also seem to be forgetting where your jurisdiction ends."

Madam Bones took a deep breath – the young lady was right and she had been nothing but rude. "I apologise Miss – I had no right to be so rude, might I enquire as to your name?"

Azalea nodded politely. "I accept your apology Madam Bones and to answer your enquiry …"

Azalea trailed off to shift her body into a traditional curtsey. "I am Azalea Dorea Senna LeFay."

Amelia's eyes widened in shock, "Then you are the missing Potter child. We've been searching for you for almost thirteen years now."

Azalea tilted her head and glanced to Amon. "Is there proof of this Father?"

Amon lowered his gun and nodded in thought. "It's possible … but since we performed the Blood Adoption and Binding Rituals – it's difficult to tell without the Goblins of Gringotts aid."

They faced each other in a sort of silent stand off before Amon re-holstered his fire arm. "Let's go Azalea … we will contact the Ministry via Madam Bones tomorrow."

Amelia nodded in approval and granted them the right to leave – though Sirius looked as though he'd swallowed a lemon – he was not pleased, but it wasn't his place to question his superior commander.

Azalea took hold of Amon and then used a Portkey to leave the area.

..::..

"JAMES … JAMES … JAMES!" Sirius shouted as he swept into the room via the Floo Network. James had had a day off.

James Potter came bursting into the room, wand drawn as if preparing for an attack.

"Merlin Sirius, calm down … what's wrong with you?" James shouted back in anger. "You gave Lils and I a heart attack."

Sirius had the decency to look abashed but he instantly perked up seconds later as he uttered three words that turned James' life upside down. "I found her."

James Charlus Potter raised his eyebrows, but then his eyes widened as far as they could go. "Y-You found her?"

Sirius nodded his head franticly before he regaled James with the tale of how she had easily taken down Dimitri Chekov. James choked on a breath at that revelation.

Dimitri Chekov was a B-Ranked Dark Wizard. He had been a confirmed soldier for Lord Voldemort after he'd turned on his Russian Auror Unit and defected halfway through the war.

The ranking system was easy, the various Nations that made up the Magical Defence Network, established after Grindelwald's War ranked Magical criminals by their power and crimes.

First there were the D-Ranked Criminals: They were your common petty thieves and abusers of Magic in the muggle world. Their bounties were usually loose change for the experienced Hunters but still worth between 500 – 2,500 Galleons.

Second were the C-Ranked Criminals: They were the nasty ones, minor in their crimes but usually had some ailment that added to their powers; Werewolves, Vampires, Veela … they were usually in this category if they'd committed a severe crime. Their bounties were worth 2,500 – 4,500 Galleons.

Third were the B-Rank Criminals: Like Dimitri Chekov, they were as dark as they came but still low to mid-level in the power department. Their bounties worth between 4,500 – 7,500 Galleons.

Fourth were the A-Ranked Criminals: They were mid to high level dark witches and wizards. Bellatrix Lestrange and the rest of the Inner Circle of Voldemort were A-Ranked for their power and knowledge surpassed B-Ranked Criminals such as Dimitri Chekov. Their bounties worth between 7,500 – 15,000 Galleons.

And finally there were the S-Ranked Criminals: They were the fully fledged Dark Lords and Ladies … Dark Lord Grindelwald and Dark Lord Voldemort were in this category and often had a 'Flee if possible' warning on them for Hunters that lacked the license to hunt such high ranked criminals.

If he was to be technical however … there was another Class – SS-Ranked: Not many witches and wizards ever made this class, the only exceptions worth mentioning were Morgana LeFay and Methuselah. They were both considered the only SS-Ranked Dark Ladies in history and in terms of power, only legendary witches and wizards could match them … such as the Hogwarts Founders, the Peverell Brothers, Nicholas Flemel and Merlin … and perhaps Albus Dumbledore.

And for his little girl to effortlessly defeat a B-Ranked Criminal with both wandless and wordless magic? Well, James could hardly fathom how strong his sweet, little Azalea had gotten. He continued to listen to Sirius as he explained the one Azalea had called 'Father' and their deal with Amelia Bones to report to the DMLE Headquarters the following day.

"You said that the man, Amon – he looked like Snape?" James questioned whilst deep in thought.

"Yeah, it scared the shit out of me," Sirius spoke as he put on a show of shivering. "He looked exactly like how Snape would look when he's older … less greasy though."

James Potter pondered that statement – despite their shaky childhood, Snape would never take their daughter and not return her or inform them … well, he'd inform Lily, since they were friends again. Whilst James was in thought, Lily and Henry had entered the room after hearing the yelling and excited shouting. Sirius explained the story to them and the reactions were different for each of them.

Lily teared up and openly cried – her precious daughter had been found at last. Her thoughts automatically drifted to imagining how she looked, did she like boys or girls, was she happy?

Henry on the other hand was feeling excited – his little sister had finally been found and she sounded so powerful. True he did felt slightly jealous of her apparent skill and power, but the feeling of pride overtook his moment of jealously. He was about to start his third year at Hogwarts and he began to entertain the thoughts of he and his sister, both in Gryffindor, both on the Quidditch Team and both kicking the Slytherin's arses by breaking records … all of it together – just like it should be.

"And you should see how beautiful she is James!" Sirius exclaimed, thus gaining the attention of all those present. "True she really resembles Bellatrix but she's gorgeous nonetheless ... and her voice is like a Siren's Song. She's definitely got the Black Family traits … you'll have to use a pole to fend off all the boys."

James and Lily coughed violently but it was Lily that spoke. "S-She looks like Bellatrix? I know there was some resemblance when she was younger but if what you say is true … then she really has inherited more from the Black Family line from James's mother Dorea Potter nee Black than we thought."

Sirius just nodded sagely. "Yep … she's definitely a Black. Although, she looks different as well – she has higher cheekbones, her hair is raven black and her skin is fairer."

James hummed in thought as he went over Sirius' tale. "You said that that Amon man mentioned Adoption Rituals … perhaps that explains the differences in appearance."

"That makes sense," Lily easily agreed. "Adoption Rituals are tricky that way."

"Wait … you said that she and this Amon person are going to be at the Ministry tomorrow?" Henry exclaimed excitedly.

James and Lily instantly caught on to where their son was going with his train of thought … they could formally re-introduce themselves and discuss their options.

"We'll all go tomorrow and officially escort them to the DMLE," James declared passionately. "We need to talk to this Amon anyway."

The other three just nodded in agreement … they'd see Azalea again soon.

..::..

Azalea gently held Amon's hand and hummed a tune that her mother Robin had often hummed before. "It's okay Father … if it's your time to be with mother then I understand."

She spoke gently as if to not startle the man lying in the bed next to her seat. "I know that it means that my time with the Monastery has come to an end … even if you and Mother emancipated me with the Blood Ritual those seven years ago."

Azalea would be lying if she feared for her future without her father, sure she knew she had titles and money to fall on, but that didn't change the feeling of dread within her. Her White Ring glowed and soothed her soul and mind, but her father was still her father.

Amon sighed tiredly. "I shouldn't have insisted on going with you on your first B-Ranked Mission. I knew that you could've handled it on your own but … I guess I wanted one last hunt before I walked through the veil to be with my Robin."

"I understand Father … fear not, I shall go to the Ministry tomorrow on my own and speak with Madam Bones … it's time you stop exerting yourself. I worried for you every time we went on Hunts."

Amon chuckled in his deep voice, though he gasped after that in pain. "I'm sorry my little flower, but a father will always protect their little girl."

Azalea blushed cutely. "Father … I …"

"Hush Azalea, my time has come to an end. I am proud of you … my little flower," Amon whispered tiredly. "Before I depart I have something from Robin that I was to present to you on the time of my passing."

Amon weakly undid his shirt and unclasped the necklace from around his neck before passing it to Azalea … it was Robin's cross – warped by the Seeds of the Craft from all of her missions.

"T-This is for you Azalea," Amon wheezed, his time at hand. "Remember to stay true to yourself … m-my l-little f-flow …"

He never finished his sentence as he finally passed through the veil between life and death … he was going to be with her mother Robin now.

"Fare the well … Father," Azalea whispered before she found herself unable to hold back her emotions.

She wailed in despair and pain as she held her father's hand to her cheek, whispering goodbyes and farewells over and over again. "I-I love you father … mother … rest in p-peace together at last."

That was how the Matron and Aberforth found her, whispering pitifully to her father's corpse … the Matron and Aberforth both gazed upon the young girl that had forever etched herself into their lives and the lives and hearts of the residents of the Monastery.

Their hearts ached and cried out for the child.

"Azalea," the Matron prodded gently. "Azalea … child, we must prepare the departure ceremony and you must steel your heart. I'm not asking you to forget them … just to keep them in your heart and let their memory power the flames that burn inside you. Now come – let's get you ready … your new life begins tomorrow."

Azalea nodded mutely and stood gracefully, she turned to the Matron and Aberforth and smiled softly, though sadly. "You're right Matron … their memory will live on in my heart."

The Matron nodded and gestured to the door … Azalea nodded but stopped to clasp the necklace around her neck.

Aberforth gasped softly as he gazed upon the piece of jewellery. "It suits you my dear, now you must get ready … you're not allowed to see the Departure Ceremony – as is the custom, but you can busy yourself with getting ready for your meeting tomorrow."

Azalea nodded and after a soft kiss goodbye to her father's forehead, she left the room to pack … without her parents, she had to move on and her new life in Wizarding Britain awaited her.

..::..

James, Lily and Henry all waited by the DMLE Floo Port.

Any second now their wayward daughter/sister would arrive through those green flames and they'd finally be reunited at last. Henry looked towards Sirius and their family friend Remus Lupin … they were shuffling awkwardly as they waited; they were all nervous after all. Remus because she may not recognise him and possibly reject him when she found out that he was a Werewolf, Sirius because he remembered their last encounter, and the Potter Family because of how she might react to them after so long.

Amelia Bones and her entourage of Aurors were standing by for the formal greeting, as was customary for addressing a sanctioned Witch Hunter from the Monastery and a young Auror in training; Nymphadora Tonks Black was eagerly awaiting her fellow Black blooded relative. Due to being a Metamorphmagus and having the ability to alter her appearance at will currently had bright pink hair as she waited with her excitement shown on her face.

Accompanying Amelia that day was her niece Susan Bones … or just Sue for short. She was averagely tall for her age and had the curves that a teenage girl was growing into. She was a fit teenage girl that possessed red hair and aside from her creamy complexion, possessed warm and cheerful brown eyes. She and Henry were acquaintances but no more, as Henry was a Gryffindor and Susan was a Hufflepuff … they tolerated each other and as their families were united under the same banner on the Light Side.

In the end … they really had no choice but to get along.

The Floo Port suddenly flared to life and a young lady stepped through with no trouble at all, the grace that she portrayed was mystifying and held their entire attention … that was until some of the Aurors saw her face. At once they all drew their wands in defence as a young looking Bellatrix appeared before them.

Before they could stop him, Alastor "Made Eye" Moody had slammed his staff-wand into the ground and sent a nasty grey, borderline dark blasting hex at the Bellatrix look-a-like. The hex sailed through the air at terrifying speed, only for it to meet its end in a beautiful display of green fire that appeared and absorbed his spell.

"That wasn't very welcoming," Azalea chided. "Master Auror Moody."

"Grrr, I see you've found a way to escape Azkaban Bellatrix," Moody growled out in his mangled but deep voice.

The girl laughed in her musical tone, causing everyone to sigh in comfort. "I'm aware that I share an uncanny resemblance to Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black but fear not … I am not her. My name is Azalea Dorea Senna LeFay … though, from what I've been told I was formerly a Potter."

The Aurors gasped and immediately shifted their gazes to the Boy-Who-Lived … could it really be true? The Potter Family all nodded and Lily had tears appear in her eyes … her daughter was so beautiful.

Susan Bones stared at the young woman that was the same age as her … she was … beautiful and her voice … oh, her voice was heavenly … she was perfect!

James Potter was in awe of his daughter, she'd become a stunning young woman despite her resemblance to Bella … she moved with a grace that even Purebloods would wish they possessed and the Aura that she radiated was enough to warn off many of the young Aurors-in-training … and her voice sent warm shivers down his spine; that voice should be illegal.

Henry couldn't help but question if the young woman was his sister; her very presence screamed Pureblood and her voice was like velvet … the angel standing in front of him couldn't possibly be his sister.

Sirius looked to Remus with a smug look that said 'I told you so'. Remus hadn't believed him when he'd said that he'd found Azalea and about how she looked and sounded … it was no secret that Remus had possessed a minor crush on the Slytherin … as most boys did in Hogwarts. There were some that believed that Bellatrix was a Veela due to her infamous beauty and grace … and looking at the Werewolf now was almost amusing to the Black.

Remus stared at Azalea … his inner wolf all but demanding him to protect the girl in from of him … it was as if his inner wolf was calm in her presence and it was something that Moony (the inner wolf's codename) craved; to be at peace.

Azalea glanced to the various Aurors and people present, there were many people and all were staring at her as if she was a great mystery … it unnerved her to be honest but the red haired girl standing by Madam Bones radiated a friendliness that calmed her … a pity for her that that was all she saw in her – friend material.

"Well … as interesting as the gawking is," Azalea prompted, snapping everyone out of their dazes. "I believe that we have items that need to be addressed Madam Bones."

"Yes, I concur," Amelia responded. "You have wonderful manners but I grant you permission to address me as Amelia … should you so wish."

Susan shivered … this was her Aunt Amelia's test … respect and to see how they'd react with the choice.

"I thank you Madam Bones," Azalea replied in her musical tone, once again snaring some of the other occupants. "But I must insist on addressing you by your station and proper title."

Amelia smiled. "I like you," she then hesitated and glanced towards the Floo before re-addressing Azalea. "Where is Amon?"

Azalea flinched and her face morphed into a soft expression of sadness. "He passed on Madam Bones, just last night in fact … he's stepped through the Veil of Death and has been reunited with my mother Robin."

"I see … I apologise and offer my condolences Hunter Senna LeFay," Amelia responded with a sorrowful look on her face. "I will miss Amon … he was always a wonderful conversationalist … unlike his nephew Severus."

Those listening, particularly the Potters and Company all coughed in surprise … that explained the resemblance to Snape.

Azalea just tilted her head in question. "You are referring to Severus Snape? I was aware that Father had a blood relative left, but I have yet to meet my Uncle Severus."

"Save that for another time my dear," Amelia spoke. "We have much to discuss … my office is this way Hunter Senna LeFay."

Azalea just shook her head. "Lady LeFay is fine Madam Bones … now that my parents have both passed on; I am not a Hunter any longer. It was my parent's choice that I finish formal schooling before I make up my mind if I wished to continue being a true Hunter or not."

Amelia nodded thoughtfully and re-gestured to her office … Azalea took the hint and gracefully swept through the hallway towards the office, the Potter Family, Sirius, Remus and Moody all following … though Moody was far more cautious … they'd called her a Hunter and he had great respect for the Monastery but if this girl was a Hunter; temporary or not … then it wasn't a fluke that she'd effortlessly dispersed his Blasting Hex … he'd have to watch her closely.

As they approached Madam Bone's office, Azalea swept her gaze over those present before her eyes landed on Remus. The action went noticed by all and they all paused as they watched the tense encounter. Remus wanted to flail at Azalea's gaze – Moony howling for Remus to submit to her. Whether Remus knew it or not, he subconsciously bared his throat to Azalea as a sign of submission, and Sirius had to physically stop himself from gasping.

The moment was shattered by Azalea as she spoke. "You suffer from Lycanthropy."

It was a statement, and those present were left speechless at how easily she discovered Remus' secret affliction.

"Y-Yes," Remus stuttered out – this was it … Azalea would reject him and he's be devastated. Moony was already howling – pounding in the depths of his mind to be free … it gave him headaches every time Moony acted out like that. Instead he was shocked when Azalea pressed a soft, delicate hand to his forehead. Moony instantly stilled and remained silent … for the first time in Remus' life … Moony was silent.

"You should learn to find harmony with your inner self," Azalea spoke soothingly. "Either find harmony … or seek me out to rid you of your curse."

There was a collective gasp at Azalea's declaration but only Remus managed to speak, well stutter. "E-Excuse me, c-can you r-repeat that?"

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Well, that's it. I finally completed the chapter, and boy was it longer than I thought it would be. Please let me know if I made any errors … and do so constructively. I've put up with enough shit from Guests and Members in regards to PMs or Flaming.

AN1 – Picture the Citadel from Game of Thrones – where Sam goes to become a Maester.

AN2 – I actually imagined a real life version of Jafar from Aladdin. =_=

AN3 – Google Images – Witch Hunter Robin – Robin. It's her dress and coat that Azalea wears.

AN4 – Galadriel's Ring from Lord of the Rings. It's actually named Nenya, and the description and titles come from the LOTR Wiki.

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AS ALWAYS: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!

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