Harriet potter was used and she knew it but when she confronted her supposed husband Ronald Weasley he stabbed her then rapped her as she died underneath him in pain
Unlucky for Ron death decides she needs another go at life and the 19 year old was...
the dress went bellow my knees as it had short shoulders i grabbed some black ballerina pumps and a small bag for anything i needed and headed out of the room towards the stairs
"Allô Tom!" I called out happily as i skipped towards the door already having a French accent
"bonjour petite chérie! he called back smiling fondly at the small angel that skipped past him with joy
as I skipped down diagon alley I saw a family of blondes heading towards Gringotts behind me through a mirror on a shop skipping faster i ran into the bank and up to the head goblin
"may your gold forever flow could i please have an inheritance check?" i asked politely
"may your enemy's crumble at your feet miss and it will be 10 galleons is this okay?" the goblin asked shocked someone my age was being polite
"yes take it our of the potman account under leigh-Anne!" i said smiling showing him the key i had found in the hotel room
"of course lady potman! this way we go!" he said leading me into a room with a desk and a comfortable armchair in front of the desk
"ok miss i need you to slice your palm allow 15 drops of blood onto this apear it will list your inheritance your creature type your mates initials and your vaults to see if your wealthy or have money at all" the goblin said
"what is your name Mr?" i asked as i sliced my palm and counted the drips of blood flowing from it
"sharp fang miss potman" he answered and smiled this evil grin at me i know its meant to be nice smile because he wasn't glaring with his eyes
"i like it suits you sharp fang!" i said smiling
"also call me leigh-Anne ! miss potman was my mothers title not mine" i finished as the quill on the paper began to write furiously with my blood using up every last drop
