Hello, my name is Alex, although if you already read the introduction you already know that, if you haven't, I strongly recommend you to do it as it will help understand our main character a little better. This is the first chapter of my short story "Changing Fates: The Potterverse", which is a sort of realistic self-insert meaning that many events in which our main character reflects on, about her past life, may or may not be real. So I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Happy Reading!

Ps. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes, this story is not betaed

AUTHOR NOTE AS OF 07/14/2018: I WILL BE REVIEWING THE SERIES AND CORRECTING A FEW GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES, SO IF YOU BY ANY CHANCE FIND THIS STORY NOW, HAVE THAT IN MIND.

I came into consciousness and immediately realized that I was not on my bed or in my room for that matters, I opened my eyes to find myself staring at a strange ceiling, I groaned as I pushed myself to a sitting position, I was in some sort of a living room and it did not belong to the hotel room I had been last night. In a way I felt tempted to say that I was not in Kansas anymore, but as I apparently was alone, decided against it. I stood shakily as I studied the room, it seemed antique and fancy, there was a table in the middle of it and on it was an envelope addressed to me and a funny looking key next to it, made my way towards the table and grabbed the envelope, the paper of it was old, or at least it felt like it. I opened carefully and pulled out the letter out, the letter was written in parchment it was rather odd, I started reading.

Dear Alexandra,

You are in your new home; we know that you may be confused about what is going on right now but we will attempt to explain it to you in this letter. First of all, you are in the outskirts of London and the year is 1983 and the date is March 3, do not panic. Secondly the place that you are now is called Noir Manor and it's your new family home. Thirdly, this universe is unlike your own and you have been brought here to change the course of history as it is, that will be explained further in the letter. Fourthly, you have been provided with everything you might want or need, as we would never leave you helpless in an unknown universe or place. And finally, you were chosen for this because we knew that you were the right person for it.

The universe you find yourself in now is the one you and others refer to as "The Potter verse". Take deep breaths, you are really here and this letter is no jest. It is still a few years earlier than in the canon timeline and you will have the opportunity to change the events that you think that could have happened differently or avoided altogether. Though have in mind that the more you change, the harder it will be to predict the outcome, play your cards right and you will come out victorious.

As for your personal background information, as of the moment you appeared in this house you became heiress Alexandra Noir, and according to wizarding records you were born on August 20th of 1962, you are 20 years old and were homeschooled because of your family situation, you are the last living person of your family, unfortunately your parents died when you were fifteen. This particular case provides you with enough background to stop curious people from wondering about you or your past, be aware that this is your home now, there is no going back to your previous life as that universe is unavailable for you.

You always felt different than most back at your previous universe, you always felt bored and in a constant loop, this is your opportunity to change it, become the next minister of magic or stay in the sidelines, play a defining role in the upcoming war or avoid the war at all costs, you decide Alexandra, as this is your life now.

Next to this letter you will find your very own Gringotts key, it's your access to your family vault, get to Diagon Alley, meet the goblins, in the vaults you might find useful things, buy yourself a wand, the wand choses the wizard, if asked why you are getting a wand at your current age, say that yours broke accidentally, meet people and most of all enjoy this opportunity as it is unique.

Have a pleasant life, sincerely yours,

The Fates.

I was panicking, not only I was in a universe away from home but I had nobody here? And to top of that, the potter verse? I knew many would die or kill for this opportunity, but at the moment I couldn't find joy or reassurance, what about my Job and everything else of my previous life? What about my best friend? My parents? I started hyperventilating and had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself down a little. I was 21 again, and just last night I had been a 31-year-old single and powerful woman, this was not cool. Once I was sure I was not going to faint or have another emotional breakdown, I grabbed another parchment that was attached to the letter, upon further examinations I realized that those were supposedly my N.E.W. T's results.

Miss Noir,

We gladly inform you that you have obtained pleasant qualifications at the moment of taking your N.E.W. T's. The results are described further down the letter; the Ministry of Magic extends its congratulations on said results.

Score classification:

O = Outstanding

E = Exceed Expectations

A = Acceptable

P = Poor

D = Dreadful

T = Troll

The Wizarding Examinations Authority certifies that you have successfully obtained the following N.E.W. T's:

Arthimancy - E

Astronomy - O

Care of Magical Creatures - O

Charms - O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - E

Herbology - E

History of Magic - O

Potions - E

Transfiguration - O

Congratulations on your Success,

Professor Eugene Marchbanks

Examination Governor

On behalf of the Wizarding Examinations Authority

Educational Division, Ministry of Magic.

Despite the situation I couldn't help but to feel proud of my supposed grades, as they resembled greatly my Law School grades, a collection of A's and B's, the good times, meaning that I now just needed to real all the material that I supposedly knew, great. I frowned as the grades reminded me of the life that I had lost, I had to stop thinking about it if I wanted this new life to work, my brain reminded me that the burn was still too fresh, hell a day ago I had attended my brother's birthday. This was madness.

I decided to explore my new home and started walking around the apparently enormous manor, I wondered briefly why the place was so big and suddenly remembered that in most fan fiction I had read a long time ago, had enormous manors for apparently no reason at all, though I was reassured to find only six bedrooms and not twelve or twenty-four, honestly, who needs a house with twenty-four bedrooms anyways? Once I found the one that was the master bedroom I left the letter, my results and the key on the elegant looking desk, it just needed my computer and it would've look awesome, my train of thought stopped abruptly, I was in 1983, I was in a wizarding home in 1983, I was a witch in 1983, that meant no computer, no phone, no internet, my favorite songs were not even out yet, or my favorite movies for the matter, I groaned as I realized another pressing matter.

Fashion, or clothing, in the 80's. I was either doomed to wear those flared embroidered jeans with those weird looking sweaters or to wear wizarding robes, that to worsen it all I didn't knew how they actually looked like because in the movies no one actually wore full robes apart from Dumbledore. I suddenly panicked and looked down to check on my current clothes, they seemed fine and I took a deep breath, The Fates, as they called themselves had the decency to transport me in my favorite jeans, a black plain t-shirt and my white pair of chucks, I was suddenly relieved, now I just needed to master the reparo spell and I would be set.

In my room I noticed a walk-in closet and went in to find myself much more relieved than before, it seemed that my clothes, or at least the ones I usually wore were here with me, I smiled relieved, I also noticed some weird fancy looking dresses that I supposed that were robes, or at least they looked more or less a little of how the fan fiction writers described them, they looked like something that Sansa Stark or Morgana Pendragon would've worn, they were okay.

The walk-in closet connected the room with the bathroom, and it had a tub, an antique looking tub that I knew it was going to become my favorite thing, the floor I noticed, was done in black marble which meant that it was going to be hella cold if I dared step on it while barefooted, I went back to the room and plopped on the bed, dark silk sheets welcomed me and I sighed while appreciating the intricate patterns of the ceiling, a marvelous chandelier hung from it. I closed my eyes and suddenly another realization came to me.

"How am I going to keep this giant place clean?" I asked aloud.

"We is keeping the place clean mistress Alexandra"

"Holy fucking shit" I screamed sitting upright and grabbing my chest, standing on the floor in front of me were two tiny creatures, house elves, dressed in clean pillow cases, they were looking expectantly at me with their giant eyes "Hello?"

"Hello mistress Alexandra! I is Dopey and this is Fiddy, we is your house elves mistress" Dopey's voice was pitched, I smiled at them.

"Call me Alex please" I said as gently as I could manage, both elves exchanged glances before they both nodded.

"Is mistress Alex hungry? Fiddy can make lunch for mistress if she wishes" I smiled at Fiddy, his voice was softer than Dopey's.

" Some sandwiches and orange juice if you may" I said suddenly feeling hungry, they both nodded and popped away, I stared at the place that they had been a couple of seconds before vanishing and shook my head, I had just seen magic.

I ate in relative silence careful not to let bread crumbs fall on my sheets, the orange juice tasted differently to what I remembered, not bad, just different, but then again everything was different. After lunch I decided to go to Diagon Alley as The Fates had mentioned in their letter, it was still weird to think about The Fates as real as I was never really a believer, walking into the closet I decided to change my comfortable clothes for one of the simpler looking robes, since the letter had stated that I was an Heiress, probably a pureblooded one so I needed to play the part if I really wanted to fit in without raising suspicion. I thanked god or the fates for my upbringing in a high middle classed family, and that my job often involved me meeting with really important people and sealing even much more important deals, I could do this.

Once dressed I grabbed a little hand bag that seemed to go nicely with the robes and my black flat boots, the robes were black with delicate dark silvery blue embroilments, the inner robe was simpler than the outer one, and had short sleeves, the outer robe was much more sophisticated and had long fitted sleeves and more embroilments and patterns on the edges, and it clasped nicely with a dark blue gemstone right below the breasts making the final look fitted and nice, I examined myself in the mirror deciding to let my long dark straight hair loose.

I was nothing special, an average height of 5'6, dark brownish-black hair, plain brown eyes and a lithe form due to many years spent holed up in the gym doing bootcamp and CrossFit, did wizards have gyms? Did they do physical activities apart from flying? In the books Rowling never mentioned the wizards having P.E. At Hogwarts, and other than Harry being fast due to Harry-Hunting, the other wizard I remembered that had trained for something had been Viktor Krum and that was because he was in the TriWizard tournament and was a professional quidditch player. Perhaps the manor had a big garden or plot of land that I could use to run, I hadn't checked the outsides of the manor yet but I could do that when I came back, a trip to London had to be appointed too, as the times I had been in London it had been or for studying matters, or something work related.

I made sure to pack the little key in the handbag, perhaps I could get a chain for it so I didn't lose it or something, I walked down to the front door and as I made to open the door I remembered that I didn't knew where the hell I was, the outskirts of London, could be anywhere, I bit my lip as I considered my options, I didn't had a wand nor knew how to use one so the Knight Bus was out of question, I didn't knew how to apparate either and I was not going to risk me splingching, so that was out too. House elves! Yes, house elves could apparate or pop or whatever they did to different places, perhaps one of my, that sounded weird, one of my elves could take me to Diagon Alley and then bring me back.

"Dopey?" I said unsure, the little elf popped in front of me.

"Is Mistress wanting something?" He asked, I nodded.

"Can you get me to Diagon Alley? And once I'm done, can you get me back home?" Dopey smiled.

"Dopey can be taking Mistress to wherever she is wanting" he answered offering me his hand, I took his little hand and we popped away, and I realized something, I didn't felt being squeezed into a tube, or a pull on my navel, but I did felt as if I was doused with several buckets of sand and came to the conclusion that house elf apparition was extremely different. We appeared in a weird looking alley and Dopey pointed me to Gringotts, so this was Diagon Alley, it was crowded and wonderful, I stared with childlike wonder at how real life wizards and witches carried on with their lives, I was one of them now.

Dopey had also told me to call him once I was done, so I made my way to the bank alone marveling at the different shops. Orlando had nothing on this place, I once again gave thanks for being as childish as I was still at 31 years of age, and I absolutely loved the fact that I was still a devoted Potterhead at heart, even so that the first thing I had bought my unborn goddaughter had been a marauders map blanket. I also religiously had Harry Potter marathons on Halloween with Maggie and that had been a tradition that we had both started back in our college days as way to stay always in touch since she had studied medicine and I law.

I made my way into the bank taking notice of the goblin guard that was standing at the entrance, once inside I also noticed that the goblins were exactly as they had been portrayed in the movies, perhaps with sharper teeth and pointier noses, but apart from that the resemblance was uncanny. I walked to a desk and the goblin looked at me with a bored expression.

"Hello, I'd like to talk to someone regarding my financial situation" I said looking at him, he tilted his head to the side, maybe it was my accent.

"State your name and hand your key" he said in a monotone voice.

"Noir" I said as I handled my key, the goblin seemed to double take and I wondered in how much shit had the fates gotten me in "Wait a moment Lady Noir" and that sounded weirder than me calling the house elves mine. The goblin came back at what seemed an eternity later and led me to a more private office where another goblin was seemingly waiting for me, the first goblin motioned for me to sit, and I thanked him politely, he bowed and left me in the office, now the goblin that was seated behind the desk was staring pointedly at me.

"Hi?" I said unsure of how to address him, the goblin raised an eyebrow.

"Good afternoon Lady Noir, I am Stormborn, your family's account manager" I smiled, and not just at the goblin, but also at the thought of his name, perhaps this Stormborn was mother of dragons too.

"Alexandra Noir" I said testing my full name for the first time "Call me Alexandra or Alex if you may" the goblin nodded.

"Very well Lady Alexandra, I must say that I was not expecting your visit" the goblin said, I smiled sheepishly.

"I thought it was time for me to learn about my family's vaults master Stormborn" I said hoping that was the right thing to say, by the way the goblin smiled approvingly, it was.

"So you have finally gotten your nose out of your books and stories Lady Alexandra" he said in a somewhat mocking tone, and I blushed, I legitimately blushed, because even though I had not been in this universe for more than a couple of hours, my nose, as the goblin so graciously had said, was always stuck in a book, or a file or a case, cheeky bastard.

"I guess it was due, master goblin, after all as the heiress and the last Noir, I must make my ancestors proud" I said nonchalantly, Stormborn nodded and handed me a rolled parchment, I unrolled it slowly and read.

Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Noir.

Gringotts Goblin Bank, London Branch

Diagon Alley.

Vaults:

Antique Noir Family Vault:

35,000,000 Galleons,

356,000 Sickles,

200,490 Knuts

Family Heirlooms

Family Jewels

Noir Family Vault:

230,000,000 Galleons.

Family Grimoires.

Family Library.

Noir Business Vault.

10,000,000 Approximately.

Noir Trust Vault:

10,000 Galleons

5,000 Sickles

1,000 Knuts

To be refilled every year once in use.

House Noir Properties and Business.

Noir Manor - Kent, Unplotabble Land.

Noir Townhouse - Belgravia

Noir Italian Villa - Italy, Sicily.

Noir Greek Villa - Greece, Crete.

Palm Beach Apartment - Palm Beach, Florida.

Noir Cottage - Melbourne, Australia.

Noir Vineyard Villa - Bordeaux, France

Business:

The Daily Prophet - 20%

Borgin & Burke's - 30% (Mayor Stock Holder)

Twiffling & Tattlings - 20%

Beuxbattons Founding Family - 25%

Puddlemere United - 20%

Gringotts - Honorary Goblin Friend

Noir Vineyards - 100%

Multiple Muggle Companies Stockholder

Noir Wizengamot Seat.

Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Noir.

I finished reading and blinked, and then blinked again, and then several times more, Stormborn was grinning madly, and I just kept blinking because that was a ridiculous amount of money and properties and everything. I liked to think of myself as a very rational woman, but then again I was in a universe that I thought it was mere fiction, I was 21 again and apparently filthy rich in this universe apparently knew no bounds. It was confusing and amusing and then confusing again and I'm pretty sure that I was frowning.

"This is some sort of joke, isn't it?" I said, the goblin laughed, and it was the weirdest sound, ever.

"I'm afraid Lady Alexandra that this is no joke" he said after five solid minutes of laughing at my expenses.

"But this is not possible, how does economy works? Isn't inflation a thing? What do you mean a wizengamot seat? Am I related to the Black Family?" I asked in fast succession, the goblin's grin grew wider.

"Wizarding economy, my Lady, is controlled solely by goblins and depend on us and as for what muggles call inflation, we control the gold, prices come and go as new things appear, you either have the gold or you don't" he explained with a smirk.

"And how about muggleborns? How does our economy fit theirs?"

"Hogwarts muggleborn trust fund of course, with the tuition paid and the school being self-sustained that money goes to a muggleborn trust fund that helps them open a vault once they are out of Hogwarts, basically the money muggle parents pay for tuition is the same money that Hogwarts gives them back once they graduate, if I do recall correctly the average amount this year is 2000 galleons, so as long as they find a job and start working they are well set" I nodded at this news and realized that Rowling had only given an input in what the magical society was " and as for your wizengamot seat, you are the last Noir thus inheriting the seat, it is mostly a political play, regarding your ascendance, the Noir family was a French family in 1764 with no known connection to the British Black family, though it is said that your family derives from Sirius Black the First who had a bastard Pureblooded child with a French witch and to hide the name they created the Noir family, but that was way back in time for your relation to matter"

"Lovely" I muttered sarcastically "So basically I'm to be a spoiled brat with too much money to spend in my life?"

"And quite frivolous too my Lady" Stormborn added, I sighed "Now Lady Alexandra it's time for you to take the Noir Family head ring" he said pushing a small ornate box towards me, I opened the lid slowly and almost gasped when I saw the beautiful ring laying inside, it was a thick single band, in the center of it a big black diamond with an N engraved held in place by what seemed skeletal fingers that seemed to erupt from the band, it was hauntingly beautiful. I almost did not want to touch it, because I did not felt worthy, because the ring perhaps was not the Mjolnir to my Thor, Stormborn was staring expectantly at me, I picked it up carefully and slid it on my finger, the moment I did a warm pleasant sensation washed over me.

"That was nice, weird, but nice" I told the goblin, he nodded.

"You are now Lady Alexandra Noir, Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Noir, congratulations" he said, I nodded.

The next minutes passed in a blur, I asked for a withdrawal and so Stormborn let me on the little Chariot of Death TM, to the family vault, where he gave me a Gringotts pouch that was supposed to refill from my vault when I needed money, then he proceeded to explain the Muggles credit cards of the age to me, which I asked for one and also asked for some pounds too. So after leaving Gringotts with a pouch, a ring, knowledge, a credit card and over 2000 pounds I decided to make my way towards Olivander's, the store looked vintage and I entered without giving it a second thought, the less I thought about my current predicament the faster I adapted.

"Good afternoon Miss?" Said an elderly man from behind the counter.

"Noir, Alexandra Noir, sir" I said politely, surprise marred his features.

"Lady Noir, what brings you to my humble shop" he asked curiously.

"I am in need of a wand Mr. Olivander as mine broke accidentally in the moving" I explained carefully, he nodded and started looking for boxes and piling them on the counter, he motioned for me to grab a wand, six small explosions later I finally felt it and the feeling was indescribable. I had found my wand.

"Ebony wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, smooth for charms" he explained and I couldn't help but to feel giddy, it was my wand and it actually was going to work, not like the replicas that I kept in my room.

I paid the seven galleons and ten galleons extra for a dragon-hide holster and left the wand shop with a bright smile on my face, the sun was still out, so I supposed it was early and I didn't want to go home just yet. So I visited several shops, bought myself a watch in the process and realized that it was only 4:30, too early to go back, a trip to Flourish & Blots was due and I walked out of the shop with several shrunken books inside my outer robe pockets, including those of Magical Theory and the Wizarding equivalent of Potions for Dummies, I had many new things to read and learn, and for the first time since arriving here I was glad I was 21 again, regressing 10 years suddenly got its perks.