Hell Hath No Fury Like A Mother Scorned...

Return Of The Peverell's

As the woman walked into the Wizengamot chamber, the entire room was bathed in silence. Every witch and wizard staring at the newcomer with shock, trepidation and a little bit of fear behind their gaze.

The young woman, Lady Harriette Peverell came to rest beside Mr Tonks on the floor below them, her emerald green eyes staring up at them coldly, no ounce of warmth behind her gaze at all.

She was wearing an assortment of black and white leather, there was no standard Wizarding robe along her frame which made some purebloods grimace.

She had a black leather jacket adorned across her frame with tight, black skinny jeans to match the jacket.

There was also a pair of knee high boots on her feet and black fingerless gloves on her hands with white trimming along the edges of the leather.

The last piece of her attire was the off the shoulder cape that came to rest about halfway down her bicep to cover her left arm. But there was a sigil plastered onto the cape itself, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, the symbol of the Peverell's.

The most notable thing about the woman was her stark white hair. She looked to be young though, she couldn't be older than thirty so it didn't make since for her to have white hair due to age.

So seeing a feature such as that on a beautiful young woman, it was a little strange.

Her hair came down to her shoulders and was curled towards the end of each strand. The curls framing her face perfectly but everyone could see how sunken her cheeks looked, the subtle coloring of black underneath her eyes.

The darkness radiating off her...

It made certain members of the chamber shiver, Dumbledore being one of them.

Staring at the woman, glancing into her hardened eyes he couldn't help but frown as thoughts and feelings swirled around his gut.

Where had she come from? He could see the ring on her finger, the Peverell ring no doubt so he knew she wasn't lying when she said she was Lady of the house but where had she been all these years? Did she fight in the war? From his perspective, she definitely looked to have. There was sorrow and pain hidden behind her eyes.

She kept glancing around the room too, taking in her surroundings and no doubt checking for exits like he's seen Alastor do plenty of times in the past.

She definitely fought in the war, but he would've recognized her if he had met her before.

She must've gone by a different name, to make sure no one knew who she really was.

If Tom had known, he would've stopped at nothing to hunt her down...

But her presence here now, the year when Harry Potter was scheduled to arrive at Hogwarts was too convenient to be a coincidence.

Add in the fact that the Elder Wand felt cold in his hand, had for the past few days and it didn't take a genius to connect the dots.

Lady Harriette Peverell was here for a reason, and he vowed to find out said reason, no matter how long it took him.

Harry could not be distracted from his destiny, he had to remain focused on his task for the greater good.

He had to keep this woman away from him.

"Members of the Wizengamot, allow me to introduce you to my client, Ms Peverell." The voice of Ted Tonks broke everyone out of their shocked states and they glanced from Lawyer to Lady until the man spoke up again, "Chief Warlock, before you, you'll see all the necessary paperwork from both Gringotts and the Ministry. After you've read it over to make sure it's all there, you can pass it on to the Minister." He said.