STYX DAENERYS POTTER-BLACK was born on July 31st, seven seconds before midnight. She was a queen, a survivor, a fighter, a warrior, and now she is reborn.
She lived the life of a conqueror, a mad-woman, she became just like her father as she lost he...
FINISHING MUNDANE SCHOOL was nice, a week of exams gave her a diploma and she started on her college studies. There was no way she was missing out so she set out to do the work online at her own pace and with her scores she was able to get the schools to agree.
Yes, schools, Styx chose the best schools for the courses she wanted to study and applied. She got into each one and began working right away. Having advanced technology was going to be a large help.
Styx would work all through the school year and during breaks or summer she would take the exams in person as required. Her old world never welcomed women curiousity, but Styx loved that her new world welcomed and encouraged it.
Just a week after starting her new classes online, Styx was given a letter from an owl. The greek didn't use owls, they used flame mail with a runic wax Styx sold that worked like a Phoenix's flame travel.
She smiled at her grandparent showing them the letter gaining soft smiles from the couple that was getting older. They had been with their granddaughter through everything so Hogwarts wasn't all that exciting compared to what she had already done.
Dahlia and Roman never pushed for more, but they rewarded every accomplishment she made. Dahlia passed her graddaughter a piece of parchment and a fountain pen.
They all knew Styx loved those and hated quills. Fountain pens were a common ground in Greece and so those were what Styx prefered unless it was for certain thing. The girl had a collection of different types of writing utensils and leather bound journals.
Styx wrote her reply in quick elegant and formal font of thin black ink.
'Dear Deaputy Headmistress McGonagall, I am pleased to accept my place as a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yours Sincerely, Styx Potter-Black'
Stamping the mix of the Potter and Black family seal onto the letter with the flame runic wax, Styx watched as the letter disappeared in a swirl of ask.
She smiled at her grandparents before opening the letter. She rolled her eyes at the equipment required. Wizarding Britain was far behind Greece. The classes from what she could gather were going to be boring, but she wouldn't miss out on the trove of knowledge.
"We'll go tomorrow." Dahlia told her annoyed granddaughter. She didn't even look annoyed, she just knew her that well. Dahlia's granddaughter was much worse than her mother when it came to learning, Styx always wanted something new to learn which is why her grandparents were glad she was so well behaved.
Styx nodded kissing her grandparents' cheek before heading to her tent.
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STYX HAD A LIBRARY in her back yard that was five times as large on the inside. It wasn't quite filled, having all more than half left to fill, but it was already impressive.
The Original Seven grimoires Styx wrote per subject was floating in warded containers, but the Original Grimoire with everything in it that she was still writing was front and center, glowing the brightest under the strongest wards and runes Styx could make.
She even had a large book on her family in a warded container, but it wasn't glowing and just setttled on a stand.
Relaxing back in the large cushion chair, Styx began taking notes from the floating holographic textbook only she could see thanks to her glasses.
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THE TRIP TO DIAGON ALLEY was quick. Styx got in and out of shops quickly getting all the supplies she needed and more. She got at least enough books to fill a shelf in her library.
Her school uniform was a newer style as Styx didn't care about wearing what was in style three centuries ago. She got more stationary and things she knew she wasn't out of, but was trying to build a large stock of.
She went to different shops for different things and didn't even bother getting potion ingredients or a new telescope or anything else she already had except stationary things.
Styx had shipments from Greece coming every month of different things in amounts she didn't need, but preservation charms were a thing and she had a very large basement, shed, and storage closets not to mention her expanded trunks.
Styx got home and packed her school trunk with eight of her uniforms, nine pairs of pajamas, ten sets of undergarments and socks, three pairs of shoes, the school books and an empty leather-bound journal for each, a case of stationary supplies to last the school year, the required potion supplies, the school required equipment, and that was it.
That was all she would place into her school trunk. She would keep her tent unpacked and she'll take it down and shrink it before placing it into her warded red and silver amulet.
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STYX DEVELOPED QUICKER than other girls. She was four inches above five feet and knew she wouldn't get any taller. She was loosing her baby fat and maturing nicely.
She'd never be tall or have large breasts, but she was beautiful. Her silver hair was tinted blue this year, being a Metamorphmagus made changing her hairstyle easier than breathing.
Styx looked thirteen or fourteen now, but she would always look a year or two older than her classmates until she looks eighteen. Her soul-father is Hades after all and immortality was the last gift imparted onto her.
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BRITAIN'S WIZARDING WORLD was far behind the times and their learning system was shit. Styx read the books, she'd learned everything up to their seventh year by the time of her seventh birthday and much more.
To get over her annoyance at the archaic methods of potion brewing, spell casting, runes, and everything else, Styx spent much of the first week after getting her supplies running running through her three acres of back yard in her Animagus form, a white wolf.
Styx became an Animagus before her seventh birthday, another reason for her to be annoyed at Wizarding Britain was the fact that there was less than a dozen animagi here.
