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Aurora Lillian Potter had just won the war, but why did she feel so...empty?
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Follow Aurora as she finds out the truth and who the True DarkLord is! Follow as she finds betrayal, heartbreak and possibly one tr...
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Aurora's POV:
The war had been over for 2 weeks, I've barely left 12 grimmauld place. It feels like a hole was torn into my heart when Voldemort died.
I was sitting in the sitting room when a regal looking owl flew through the open window, I took the letter from its claws and watch as it flew away. 'Hmm guess no reply was needed' I thought to myself before looking at the seal 'Gringotts? Why are they contacting me?' I open the letter:
'Dear Miss. Potter,
We at Gringotts have found multiple discrepancies happening to your vaults, we would also like it if you came in to take up your Ladyships as soon as possible we await your arrival.
Best regards,
King Ragnok, Head of Gringotts Potter family manager'
'Vaults as in plural? Ladyships?' Confused I grab my wand, and a cloak with a hood before spinning on my heel and disappearing with a pop. Soon I'm looking up at large white marble building, I climb the stairs and bow to the guards slightly before heading to a teller showing them the letter. Im soon shown to an office and told to sit and wait.
Soon a goblin steps into the room. "Ah! Miss. Potter! We've been expecting you for awhile, why haven't you been responding to our letters?" The goblin asks, I'm assuming it's Ragnok.
"Wait- letters? The only letter I've gotten from you was the one I got today?" I ask confused.
He looks over at me confused, "we've sent monthly vault updates since you were but a babe" he says.
"What.." I whisper out in disbelief "I've never got them... I say.
Ragnok sighs before pulling out a parchment and dagger, "Miss. Potter please drop seven drops of blood on this parchment so we may get to the bottom of this." He passes over the dagger and paper.
"What happens to my blood?" I ask cautiously, I know about blood rituals and would rather not unknowingly take part in one.
"Smart child you are, the blood absorbs into the parchment permanently so that it cannot be used again, the dagger is self cleaning so the blood with be banished away" he seems pleased I asked.
