Crystal the Half-Ghost Witch

Chapter 6

While the goblins set up the ritual to remove the blocks from Crystal, she and Grinlast sat in his office talking.

"Is there any chance I could take my ladyships and become a legal adult?" she asked. Crystal didn't want to leave this Dumbledore guy as a guardian for even a second longer than necessary.

"You are currently eligible to assume the titles of Lady Potter, Lady Slytherin, Lady Hufflepuff, and Lady Peverell. Lord Black is still alive, and despite being imprisoned, he remains the rightful lord as he was not legally convicted in a trial," Grinlast explained after reviewing some parchments on his desk.

"Wait, what do you mean? Are you saying that Lord Black didn't have a trial?" Crystal was shocked. Even in the Ghost Zone, a trial was necessary for imprisonment—at least after Danny became Ghost King following his defeat of Pariah Dark.

"There are no records of a trial for Sirius Black; interpret that as you will."

"What is he even in jail for? What did he do?" she asked curiously, and was confused when Grinlast hesitated. "What?"

"Are you certain you wish to know?"

Crystal nodded, "Yes, I want to know."

"Sirius Black was once best friends with your father; they were said to be as close as brothers." Here, Grinlast paused, "Please keep in mind, most of this has not been confirmed through a trial, so we are not fully aware of the details."

"I'll keep that in mind. Please, continue." Crystal had to restrain herself from begging. This test she had taken showed that Sirius Black had blood adopted her, making him her second father. She didn't fully understand what blood adoption was, but if it meant having a father, she didn't care.

"It is said that your father made Sirius Black the secret keeper for his family, but Black betrayed him by revealing the secret to the Dark Lord Voldemort, allowing Voldemort to locate the Potters and kill them."

"W-What?" Crystal sputtered. "What do you mean my parents were killed? I was told they died in a car crash because Dad was drunk! I didn't really believe it after a while, or at least I didn't believe Dad was drunk, but I never thought they would have been murdered!"

Grinlast froze and looked up at her. "Are you telling me you were unaware of how your parents died or of the events that transpired that night?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Please, if you can, explain what happened?"

Grinlast sighed, uncertain of his feelings about being the one to inform the Potter Heir that her parents had been murdered when she was merely a baby.

He spent the rest of the time until the ritual room was ready explaining the truth of Crystal Potter's history as he knew it. He would never admit it, but this child unnerved him slightly when her face went blank.

He relaxed when another goblin arrived to escort her, saying he would return her once the ritual was complete.

When the Potter Heir came back, she looked healthier; she was still very pale but now a bit taller and had filled out more. He would still have her checked over by his sister Karlast, though.

Crystal sat down in the same chair she had been in before and looked down at her hands again. She felt amazing—she had never noticed the bindings on her until they were removed. Now, she felt lighter, as if a great burden had been lifted.

It was replaced with the knowledge that her parents were murdered and that the scar on her forehead wasn't from a car crash but from when someone tried to kill her as a baby.

She shivered as she recalled Grinlast saying that Voldemort, the man who killed her family, wasn't truly dead. His life sphere, deep in the bowels of the bank, hadn't turned black; it was still glowing. This was a sure sign that a person was alive.