Door opens to reveal a silver armor with glowing lines sitting behind a desk, a tall bronze armored figure to his left. They are looking at some scrolls, but then look up at the audience.

"Ah," says the silver one, "There you all are. We figured you all would be coming sometime sooner or later, what with the announcement for the retelling of Lord of the Hollows. for those of you who don't know, I am Matoro Matrian. The man next to me here is Ogremen."

The bronze one gives a nod. "As you already know," he explains, "We have looked back at the old version we told and realized that it seemed a bit... Off if you will. as such, we did a little digging and found what we believe is a better version."

Matoro nods in agreement. "Thanks everyone for being patient with us to get this to you. Hopefully you all like this as much as the other one.

Anyway, on with the show! Ready for the first chapter of Lord of the Hollows, everyone, cause here it comes!"

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~Date: 2005; Location: Little Whinging, Surrey, England~

Harry was whimpering in his cupboard. He had just been beaten by his uncle Vernon for burning bacon after Dudley kicked him in the back of the knee.

As he whimpered, he wondered why he had been left on his relatives' doorstep four years earlier. He often wondered what had happened to his mother and father. His relatives claimed they died in a car crash, but that wasn't what he remembered happening. He was unable to explain it, but he remembered a woman screaming and a green flash, then he would wake up.

The woman might have been his mother, but her hair was wrong. Whenever he tried to think about any faded memory he had of his mother, he would instead see black, not red.

As he writhed in pain, whimpering and crying from the newest scars on his back, he wished that he could be rescued by someone who truly cared for him.

Little did he know his prayers would soon be answered…

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~Same time, Diagon Alley, London, England~

A relatively petite woman with gray eyes and black hair was making her way down Diagon Alley towards Gringotts. Her hair was worn short with two long braids bound in white cloth, each ending in a large golden ring. The woman's hair was shoulder-length and had a softer look to it. She was currently dressed in a white haori, not that any of the locals would have recognized the name of the jacket's type, over a black bodysuit with a yellow obi tied around her waist. Her face was one of determination and hope, but clearly said to those who got in her way that if they tried, she would kick their ass.

When the woman entered the bank, all the Goblins who saw her froze and gulped, making many of the customers wonder who she was. As she finally walked up to the head teller, she spoke in a clear, commanding tone of voice that offered no room to counter.

"I am here to see King Ragnok on personal business regarding a letter he sent me regarding a personal matter that he was helping me with," she spoke clearly and authoritatively.

Many of the customers were shocked and expecting the Goblins to summon guards to take her away, but were instead surprised when instead of calling guards, he said, "O-o-of course Lady Fēng", the teller said with a obvious hint of fear, again, making many customers wonder just who she was to inspire so much fear in a Goblin and to be allowed to speak so to one for that matter.

Five minutes later the teller returned with a note. He handed it to the Lady Fēng, who read it, smiled, and put it in her pocket, "Lead me to his office, I will take care of the...annoyance...that is bothering him," she said clearly. The Goblin nodded and led her into the back offices of the bank, leaving many shocked customers, and semi-relieved banker and teller class Goblins.

When Lady Fēng arrived at the double oak old castle style doors of Ragnok's office, she banged on it loudly, and startled the customer inside with Ragnok. "Oi, Ragnok you old fart, it's me, Suì-Fēng!" she shouted loudly and purposely. The now named Suì-Fēng proceeded to open the door and grinned internally when she turned out to be right about who she thought the 'annoyance' was that was annoying old King Ragnok.

The short creature that sat upon an elaborate chair behind an equally elaborate desk smirked at the scandalized look on the blonde wizard's face, internally chuckling at the site. On the outside, however, his smirk quickly changed to a frown as he said in a flat tone, "I thought we had agreed that 'Old fart' was a name only appropriate in say, never, Lady Fēng. Besides, though I can clearly see that you are here, I am currently occupied with another bratty child right now, thank you very much. So, if you wouldn't mind, I would appreciate if you could keep quiet as we finish business."

Suì-Fēng smirked. "You're really humoring whatever request this bag of shit has to say?" Suì-Fēng asked seriously. "Whatever," she then turned to the man with blonde hair. "You, Malfoy. Get the hell out. I need to talk with my friend here regarding a letter he sent me!" she demanded.

The now named Malfoy looked taken aback at being spoken to thusly, and then huffed indignantly. "Whatever," the man said arrogantly. "Ragnok, you would do well to consider my offer of buying shares in your bank," the man said to the Goblin King before leaving.

As soon as the man closed the door, Ragnok slumped in his seat, sighing as he rubbed his temples. "'You would do well to consider this or that' he says," the Goblin grumbled irritably. "That brat really makes me want to feed him to Bubba one of these days. Can you believe that child? He came in here expecting me to just swoon over his gold, which we can take possession of at any time, and demands that we give him a share with our business! Can you believe that?!"

"Lucius Malfoy has always had an over inflated ego of self-importance," Suì-Fēng replied. "Anyway," she said, taking a seat at the desk that had previously been occupied by Malfoy. "So, in your letter you said you found him?" she started nervously. "I need to know you're not joking this time," she said with a scowl. She had not been amused when Ragnok had pranked her once saying he found her son. The poor Goblin King had been unable to use his legs or properly use the loo for a year after that, ensuring that he knew never to joke about such a thing again. 'Good times', she thought to herself with an evil smile.

Seeing her expression, the Head of Gringotts shivered as he recognized that look. He still had some issues with the loo after the last time he saw that face, and that was two years ago! He'd never been able to look at a broom the same way again...

"No jokes!" he all but screamed as he ducked behind the desk, not caring at all for his dignity at the moment. He looked up cautiously, then, when he saw that she wasn't making a move to hurt him, returned to his seat.

"Now then," he began as he pulled out a folder, opening it and reading the contents for the fiftieth time since he received it, "Though he hasn't been seen in four years now, one of our spies had noticed a small child matching the description we believe he would look like right now. However, it is the location that worries me," he added the last part as he looked at another paper in his left hand with a frown.

Suì-Fēng frowned. "Where is he? Where is my baby?" she asked worriedly. She had lost her husband four years ago, and on that night, she had worried she had lost her son too. It had been her good friend, Ragnok, who had reassured her that her boy was, in fact, alive, though he was unable to tell if he was doing well due to the nature of the wards on the family vaults only indicating if a family member was alive/active, not if they were healthy or anything.

With a heavy sigh in regret, he only said one sentence, "Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging."

Suì-Fēng didn't react outwardly much other than the tightening of her fist and the locking of her jaw. "He's WHERE?!" she asked, shouting the second word. "Who put him THERE?!" she continued shouting the last word again. She remembered that house; it belonged to Lily Evans' family on her sister's side. Growling under her breath Suì-Fēng waiting impatiently for Ragnok to continue speaking.

Said Goblin was glowering as he continued to read further into his agents' report. "Apparently," he said angrily, "Due to the roadblocks that have been enacted by the Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock, I'm sure you can hazard a guess as to what arsehole decided this."

Suì-Fēng gritted her teeth and growled... loudly. "Ragnok," Suì-Fēng began carefully, causing the Goblin to look at her, "Contact the aurors. Give a copy of whatever evidence you found to Amelia Bones," she said in a dangerously calm manner of voice. "I however, am going to get my son!" She then stood up and bowed. "Thank you for the information Ragnok," she said, smiling in a sad manner.

He smiled sadly to her in return and nodded. "If you need anything at all, my friend, you need only call upon us, and the entire Goblin Nation will be there," he said gently. Then his smile turned feral as he added, "Just make sure to leave some of the bloodshed for me alright? It's been ages since Bloodmourne has tasted the flesh of man."

Suì-Fēng nodded and was about to leave when she remembered the photo. "Ah, right, I have no idea what my son looks like," she blushed in embarrassment. She then looked at Ragnok. "Have them face human justice first. Then I can get my hands on them afterwards," Suì-Fēng said.

With an almost empty chuckle, the King of the Goblin Tribes pulled out the picture he had held previously from the now closed folder. "I must warn you," he said apologetically as he handed her the image of her son, "It might not be the best image, though for a different reason. It's why I called for you as soon as I saw it."

Suì-Fēng took the photo, and nearly screamed in rage. "Is this for real?!" she asked dangerously. The photo was a shot of Vernon Dursleys using a cricket bat on her son's arm's as they were strapped to a table. In the photo Harry was crying and clearly struggling, trying to get free, and Vernon was just standing there, holding the bat, ready to swing, and clearly grinning manically.

With a pained sigh, Ragnok nodded his head as he replied, "I'm afraid so, Suì-Fēng. Believe me, the agent who took the photo tried to break through the window, but he was flung back by a shield protecting the house. After careful examination, my daughter had discovered that Dumbledore had used Blood Wards!" He spat the name as if he had tasted vomit in his breakfast.

"BLOOD WARDS?!" Suì-Fēng screamed. "Blood wards are dangerous in a muggle neighborhood where the only magical is a child!" she shouted now. She then sighed. "Thank you for the information Ragnok. I have a family to kill now..." she muttered as she exited the office quickly with the photo, leaving behind a chuckling Ragnok.

"Oh Dumbledore," the Goblin King chuckled darkly, "If only you knew how badly you've mucked things up by keeping Harry Potter from his mother..."

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~Song Start: Game of Thrones Season 4 Soundtrack - 06 Thenns~

As Suì-Fēng made her way from London to Surrey, she made liberal use of Flash Step. As she moved, she left imprints of her foot behind wherever she stepped. Such was her rage that she was unable to maintain her control of her strength and she moved as fast as she could to get her baby boy. As she stormed her way across the country side, she reflected on how things had lead up to this moment.

She had met James Potter back while she was on an assignment for the Soul Society in England. Even now she couldn't remember what the assignment was, but she remembered that James had been smitten with her the moment he rescued her from some wizard that she would later learn was a Death Eater. She too, had been smitten with him upon first meeting, mostly by his charming wit and roguish looks. They had met a number of times over the next year, and when James had turned eighteen, he had asked her to marry him. She had, after much thought, and introspection, agreed, and they had a private wedding with James's school friends Sirius Black as James's best man, Remus Lupin as witness, and Lily Evans as one of Suì-Fēng's two brides maid.

Then, two years later, they had their little baby of joy, Harry. However, shortly after baby Harry was born, James and Harry had to go into hiding cause of a prophecy made in front of Dumbledore. Due to the fact that James and Suì-Fēng wanted to keep their marriage secret, they swore Sirius, Remus, and Lily to secrecy, and convinced everyone that Lily was Harry's mother, and that she and James were secretly in love, when, in truth, they were just good friends.

Then, a year after they went into hiding, the letters that James and Lily had been sending her stopped, and when she investigated, it was to find out they had both died, and her baby boy was missing. As she had seen the house, she had growled. She had been made aware of who James and Lily were making the secret keeper, and that they were using Sirius as a logical decoy. Having been previously told its location by the secret keeper, she had arrived to find the house in shambles. Her heart had shattered to pieces at the sight of only half of the nursery she and her husband designed destroyed. She had held her son's baby blue blanket and cried in anguish at the loss of her husband and son.

But now, there was finally hope. After four long years, there was finally hope. Even if it was tainted by whatever the Dursleys had done to Harry.

Lily had told Suì-Fēng about her sister and her sister's husband, and why they were rarely, if ever, mentioned around or by Lily.

"He betrayed them, and for what I wonder..." she mumbled to herself for the umpteenth time whenever the memory hit her of what that 'rat' had done to her husband and friend.

As she finally made her way to Surrey, and tracked down Privet Drive, she had a bit of disbelief on her face at how... utilitarian, the design of the community was. It was just so bland, with every house looking exactly the same, from the color, to the fences, to even the pathways. 'Honestly', she thought to herself in disgust, 'Would it kill someone to break the mold and add some color for crying out loud? I feel like I'm going to throw up from this repulsiveness. I bet even Kaname would hate the look of this place, and he's blind!'

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As she approached Number Four Privet Drive, she scowled. From what Ragnok showed her in the file, her son did most of the house work, and looking at it now, they clearly drove him hard.

Finally, she walked up to the door, glad she had a Gigai on, even if she had, technically, snuck out of Soul Society without permission to get her son. She then knocked on the door politely, even if she really wanted to break the door down. Wouldn't do to make a scene...at least not yet anyway.

The Shinigami was forced to hide her scowl as the door opened to reveal a gangly and very plain woman who resembled a horse in human form. The woman just took one look at Suì-Fēng and turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Yep. She definitely was going to suffer all right.

"Can I help you?" the horse lady asked snidely, appearing to be trying to hide her disgust at the captain's attire and appearance. Trying, being the key word, and failing, hard. It took all of Suì-Fēng's willpower to not instantly draw Suzumebachi and running her through right where she stood.

"Yes," the Fēng heiress replied politely, "You see, I'm looking for Petunia Dursley, as I need to ask her a question. Are you, by any chance, her?" Thank goodness for her lessons on diplomacy, otherwise there would be blood on the doorway by now, even if she was still tempted. Ooooh was she tempted. It could be so easy. Just a draw and... NO! Stay focused!

Petunia coughed, "Yes, I am Petunia Dursley, Miss...?"

"Forgive me," Suì-Fēng replied, "I forget my manners sometimes. My name is Suì-Fēng, and I'm looking for someone I hear you know the whereabouts of."

"And who might that be Miss Fēng?" Petunia asked, hoping this strange but beautiful woman would just leave already. After all, it was almost time for the freak to get up and deal with the garden.

Her face turning from a polite and small smile to a tiny scowl, Suì-Fēng replied, "Harry Potter. I know Albus Dumbledore left him here. As such, I'll give you this one chance to tell where he is before I have to get it by force."

"Your one of those freaks, aren't you?!" Petunia suddenly screeched. "What do you want now? We took him in like Dumbledore wanted, so what more must you freaks bother us for!?" she demanded.

The screeching woman's rant died in her throat as she felt an overwhelming presence overtake her. "By freaks," the smaller woman growled, "I take it you mean magicals, right? Oh no, I'm not one of them, Petunia. No, I'm worse."

In an instant, a yellow hilted wakizashi was touching the Dursley matron's throat. "Now," Suì-Fēng ground out slowly, "You will tell me where my son is, or I will kill you, your husband, and your son, and tear down this house till I find him. Got me?"

Petunia gulped. She had so many questions right now, but the only thing that came out was, "If the freak is yours, take him! He has been nothing but trouble for us since we took him in. We demand compensation!" She scowled at the end.

The blade pressed further into her throat, a little drop of blood forming from the tiny cut made. "Compensation, eh?" the retort was not one that gave Petunia any comfort. "Tell me, Dursley, why I should compensate you when you have clearly used him to do your chores? Furthermore, abuse and attacking a child deserves arrest, not payment!" She finished saying the last part as she held up the image of Vernon beating Harry.

"Please, take him then! Just leave us alone! We never even wanted the freak to begin with!" Petunia begged pleadingly, her face paling at the picture. If the image got out, it would destroy her family's lives in an instant. Their neighbors would be disgusted, Vernon's company would fire him, and they'd all be behind bars to rot. Worse yet would be that social services would deem them unfit to be parent and take her precious Dudley away!

Suì-Fēng smiled evilly. "Oh, I give you my word, I won't turn you in. I am just here for my son. If you let me do that, and don't get in my way, then nothing bad will happen from me," She said honestly. "However, if you or your family gets in my way... well, as they say, Hell Hath no Fury like a woman," she finished with a pointed glare.

Petunia gulped in fear, "Just take the freak and go! The quicker you're gone, the happier we will be!" She glared defiantly.

A glare which was quickly wiped from her face as the blade was taken from her throat and was replaced by a hand. "Very well, then," came the dark reply. "Let's go get my son. If I find your husband is beating him right now, though..." She let the ending trail off as she heard a tiny scream in pain and fear.

At hearing the scream, the two women each had a different reaction. Petunia's face had lost all its blood, remembering that her husband had decided to try and 'discipline' the brat for slipping and falling with their breakfast due to a broken leg they had given him the other day. Sui Feng, on the other hand, had a horrified look, and, letting go of the vile thing in her hand, rushed to the source of the sound.

Vernon laughed as he hit the child with a cricket bat hit to the boy's chest. "This is what you deserve FREAK!" he shouted, unaware of the approaching danger behind him. "No one loves you, no one cares about you, no one is coming to-" Whatever he was going to say next was replaced by a scream of pain as a powerful hit shattered his jaw, sending him into the wall, causing massive damage to the impacted structure due to the heavy 'object' that he was.

With a groan, he looked up and saw a small woman standing there, a glowing blade in hand. That wasn't what scared him, though. No, what truly terrified him was the dark aura surrounding his assailant, as well as the murderous look on her face. It was at that moment that Vernon knew something he had never considered when he started abusing the boy: he had totally buggered up.

Harry could only look up dazedly, his glasses lying on the ground, broken, and unable to see. All he saw was a white blurry mess. He then passed out from the pain and hit the ground with a soft, pained, thump.

The small noise was enough to snap Suì-Fēng out of her enraged state, bringing her attention to the small child on the floor. With a gasp, she was right by his side, gently picking him up. Tears fell down her face at the sight of her baby boy's injured body. Cuts, bruises, scars, and blood all covered his tiny frame, covered only by tattered rags that might have at one point have passed for clothes.

With a chocked sob, she held her son tightly to her, not wanting to let go. Though she was horrified by the state he was in, she was far more overjoyed to finally have Harry once again in her arms. A high-pitched shriek snapped her out of her relieved state.

"Vernon!" Petunia cried out in horror at the sight of her husband. She looked to see the child's mother stand up, still holding him securely in her gentle embrace, a murderous look on her normally pretty face.

"I warned you, bitch," she snarled as she unsheathed her sword, making sure to hold her son in her other arm, "All you had to do was not hurt him. Now, though, I'm going to make sure your 'thing' of a husband can never reproduce another demonic spawn again."

In a flash, she was once again over Vernon's floor bound body, the man groaning as he tried to say something. Whatever he tried to say, however, was interrupted by the scream that escaped his lips as the blade drove down into his crotch. Energy spewed from the wakizashi, burning the man's pierced testes, forever removing his chance to bring forth another child into the world, while at the same time cauterizing the wound due to the energy burning slightly.

Suì-Fēng smiled, and then said, "Do with him as you wish. I am done here. Should I ever see your face again, it will be too soon, horse." Then, she left, taking a step out of the door and flash stepping to the local Japanese embassy so as to take a floo to Japan. Once there, she would be able to see about getting Urahara to transform her son into a soul so that he could go to Soul Society.

As Suì-Fēng was about to leave, there was the sound of someone apparating into the community. She scowled, knowing that there was only one person who could know she was there. "What do you want you long bearded old goat?" she asked, taking Dumbledore by surprise.

"Beg pardon, ma'am," the old wizard said, still trying to figure out how the woman with her back to him seemed to know who he was. Perhaps she was a part of the Japanese wizarding community. That would explain why she was at the embassy. "But I had just been informed that a ward of mine has been moved from his safe location. I tracked him here using tracing charms that I had placed on him when I entrusted him to his relatives. I don't suppose you know where a young boy by the name of Harry Potter is, do you?"

"Safe location?" the Fēng heiress scoffed, her back still to the headmaster of Hogwarts, "It sure didn't seem safe for him when I saved him from his latest beating. So, tell me, Albus Dumbledore," here, she turned around, showing her son to him, "How you can entrust a child to people who do this?!"

"My dear, I don't even know who you are," Dumbledore said, trying to find his feet in this situation. A strange woman was questioning him on where he placed Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. "And, what's more, I have no idea where your opinion matters on where I place him as his family is dead!" he shot back a tad childishly, having yet to notice the boy's condition.

"So, we actually succeeded in fooling even you then," the woman in question mused with a hard smile, "I wondered if you ever figured it out. You ever heard of decoys, old man?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "Of course I have woman. Now, you will tell me what you have done with Harry Potter and why you were here, or I will force you!" he demanded, growing tired of her dodging.

"Ever thought that Lily was the decoy, geezer?" Suì-Fēng smirked at the headmaster's confused expression. "What if I told you that Harry didn't get his eyes from Lily, but from my mother? Chew on that for a moment, please. How would he have my mother's eyes if he was Lily's son, hmm?"

Dumbledore scowled, "You lie! James wouldn't cheat on Lily. Granted, there was a mysterious woman who used to hang out with them years ago," he said snobbishly, then took out his wand. "Now, I warn you again, tell me what you have done with Harry Potter and what your intentions are!" he said, refusing to believe the woman before him.

"This is why James didn't want to hide the truth," Suì-Fēng sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, "He knew you'd deny it even if the truth was staring you right in the face in case things got pear-shaped. Probably should've listened to him, but let's be honest, when have I ever been good at that?"

Dumbledore scowled and fired a stunner, only to be shocked when it hit the woman and bounced off her. "How did you do that?" he demanded. He knew of no magical creatures that could deflect spells like that.

"Please," came the scoffed reply, "Spells from the living don't work on my kind. That's also why Voldemort's spell didn't work on my son, as he inherited that trait from my side of the family. Don't go thinking your people are the most powerful, little Albus, because there are things out there that will make you shit your pants so much, you'll need diapers till you die." Suì-Fēng then sighed, "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to see to my son's injuries," she said as she opened the gate to the embassy and the wards went up, preventing Dumbledore's entry.

Dumbledore frowned. This would upset many, if not all of his plans for the boy. He would need to do some digging to find out more about this woman and what she had said.

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~Japan, Karakura town, an hour later~

"Thanks for doing this Urahara," Suì-Fēng said as she watched her son be converted into a soul. Though normally she wouldn't dare risk going to the man for help on account of him being a known criminal back home, she still trusted him enough with her son. After all, they had been comrades before the incident, so she at least owed him that much.

"Yeah, yeah," the man in hat and clogs named Kisuke Urahara said, "Just remember, you owe me big for doing this!" he said. Urahara was just glad that the boy had survived the conversion after getting some emergency first aid from Tessai Tsukabishi. However, even the two of them knew he needed to be taken to Fourth Division for proper healing. "Now, take your son to the Soul Society and get him to a proper healer. We have done as much as we can for him," Urahara said.

Suì-Fēng nodded and picked her son up carefully before opening a Senkaimon to the Fourth Division Barracks and stepping through.

After she left, Urahara turned to Tessai. "Not a word of this to Yoruichi. We can have some fun with this," he said, smiling behind his fan. Tessai nodded in reply.

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~Fourth Division Barracks, Soul Society~

"Unohana!" Suì-Fēng shouted as she carried her injured son towards the barracks. While normally she knew that doing so would no doubt cause a scene, her son's well-being was far more important than her image was.

"Suì-Fēng?" a youthful blue-eyed woman with black hair tied in a braid down her front came out towards her, a look of concern on her face. "What's wrong? Did something happen at Gringotts that- is that Harry?!"

In an instant, the woman was right beside her friend, examining the child in her arms. "What happened to my godson?" she growled as she saw the extent of the boy's injuries. While it seemed that the worst of the wounds were fine for the time being, he still needed extensive care.

Suì-Fēng growled. "The Dursleys, Lily's relatives did this. That fool Dumbledore wanted Harry raised by them, and thought they were a 'good choice'," Suì-Fēng replied with obvious anger in her voice. "Once I am sure Harry is ok, I am going to make a quick trip to Gringotts and make sure that they are all brought up on charges, including Dumbledore!" she finished.

"To think that there are people among the living that would do this to a child," Unohana said sorrowfully as the duo made their way towards the infirmary. "I certainly hope that Goblin friend of yours can deal with those abominations. What could have possibly possessed them to harm such an innocent child like this?"

"If what Lily told me is true, then it's because he has magic like his father," Suì-Fēng said. "Anyway, can you help him?" she asked hopefully.

Unohana nodded. "Yes," she replied, and then she sent off a Hellbutterfly to her lieutenant, Isane Kotetsu. When Isane arrived Unohana had her prepare the emergency scanning equipment and care unit. "Give me a few hours, and he should be right as rain. In the meantime, go see that Goblin friend of yours Suì-Fēng," she said.

Suì-Fēng nodded and opened a Senkaimon to Gringotts to deal with matters on that end.

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~London, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, Ragnok's Office~

"So, how long till I have control of my sons accounts properly?" Suì-Fēng asked, looking at Ragnok. She was beyond annoyed and worried. Annoyed at Dumbledore, and worried for her injured son.

"About a week," Ragnok replied, "Maybe more. To be honest, I'm a little bit worried about that. The runes protecting the Potter vaults might not react so kindly to you, as you did tell me that your late husband never had the chance to tie you in. As such, you won't be able to fully access the vault, but you will still be able to make withdrawals easily enough, given that you were married." He then sighed. "Technically, you're the Dowager Lady Potter-Fēng, Suì-Fēng," he said. "But the only people who know are either dead or Goblins, so we have to wait a bit for the records to go through. Not that Dumbledore can stop it since we sent a list of missing items to Amelia Bones at the DMLE for her to investigate, seeing as she is now head of said department," Ragnok finished.

The Shinigami nodded with a smile. Amelia Bones had been another friend of hers before James and Lily went into hiding. Hearing that she was now Director of the Ministry Law Enforcement brought pride for her old and dear friend to her heart. Wait a minute. Bones? Wasn't she supposed to be married to...

"Ragnok," she said, confusion and worry in her voice, "Whatever happened to Sirius? The fact that Amelia is still a Bones and not a Black is kind of shocking, what with them being engaged in all."

Ragnok sighed. "After the death of James and Lily, Dumbledore had each of their separate wills sealed, illegally, using his various positions to do so, again, illegally, which we took the liberty of adding to the list of crimes that Amelia will be investigating." He then steepled his fingers. "However, as for Sirius himself, everyone assumes he was the real secret keeper," he added. "If you were to expose your marriage to James, you could publicly read the wills to the Wizengamot, and thus deal a major blow to Dumbledore, while at the same time legitimizing your claim to Harry as your son further due to the fact only a spouse can unseal a will held at Gringotts, whether it be sealed legally, or illegally as the case may be," he finished.

Suì-Fēng nodded in thought. "I will think about it. For now, thanks for getting my claim to my son started moving through proper and underhanded channels combined," she said. "For now, I must get back to my son, and hopefully, he will recover," she finished.

"Of course, Suì-Fēng," Ragnok said. "I hope he comes through. I also took the liberty of compiling a report on evidence of abuse by the Dursleys for both mundane and magical law enforcements. Naturally, as we speak, the Dursleys should be getting arrested by London's finest, only to be later extracted by the DMLE," he grinned viciously.

Suì-Fēng nodded and then opened a Senkaimon, "If anything else comes up, have one of the Goblins in my squad contact me about it, it will be faster that way," she said before stepping through.

Ragnok smiled, "She has always been nice to us, treated us with respect," he said aloud to himself. "I am just glad that our fallen usually end up her in squad." He grinned at the thought of the mighty warriors, his late son and father among them.

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~Squad Four Barracks, Soul Society~

In the Squad Four barracks, Unohana worked hurriedly to put her godson back together. The monsters that had done this would pay. Oh, would they ever pay if she got her hands on them.

It had been a half hour since Suì-Fēng had left to see Ragnok, hopefully getting good news in the process. It would be another half hour before Harry was put into a sleeping state, his healing finished, at least physically. Unohana leaned back and stretched as she finished.

Heading to the sink, she cleaned her hands of the blood from Harry's wounds, before turning to her lieutenant, Isane Kotetsu. "Isane, watch him. Hopefully he sleeps peacefully now. I have to go and write up some reports." As she exited the healing chambers she spotted the Head Captain. "Head Captain Yamamoto." She bowed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked curiously.

"You can start by telling me what that boy is doing in the healing chambers, Captain Unohana," the Head Captain replied sternly, a serious look on his aged face.

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"... And that seems like a good place to end it for today," Matoro finishes as he leans back into his chair. Hopefully you people like the new path we're going down, as we are trying to keep as close as to what was chronicled as possible. Hey, I wasn't a Chronicler before I was an Ikusagami for nothing, after all."

Ogremen nods. "Hopefully we can get the next part of this tale ready as soon as we can," he says, "In the meantime, please be patient with us okay?"

Matoro nods, then waves. "Until next time everyone!"

"Oh, and the HOW of Dumbledore casting Blood Wards will be explained in chapter 2, which should be longer, so expect a wait with our busy schedules!" Ogremen quickly adds before helping Matoro look through the scroll on the desk.