Death's Mediator

Train rides, Boating, Hogwarts sightseeing

Chapter II

1991- Humungins orphanage; Veronica Peverell's room

Now eleven years old and no one messed with young little Veronica. She was still small, barely reaching 132 centimeters (four ft. two in.) while the other girls her age were each around 144 centimeters (four ft. seven in.). But her lady and lord told her that she would always be small, though her hips would widen for when she tries to procreate to help the growth of her child.

So Veronica had little care for her height, she cared more for her knowledge, she knew many things; languages, etiquette, maths, sciences, histories, she knew magic and the inter-weaves of wards, she knew potions, herbology, transfiguration, charms, runes, divination, astrology with the help of her two friends she knew where to go for Diagon Alley and Knockturne alley. Everything she needed to know was always explained to her before the information was needed to keep her out of trouble.

Lady Magick and Lord Death were not seen by many and not everyone knew of them but they were still there and Veratrum thanked them every day for not leaving like the others.

No matter what the children around her thought, Veronica was not a sad child, she just knew that none of them could understand the things she did. Well except one girl, she could see her magic, see the way it wanted to be free and have life again. But the girl was scared, Veronica had never really been scared she grew up in the orphanage, from the day her Aunt and Uncle left her here, not long after that November morning. The girl was only a little younger than Veronica so she knew that she would come to Hogwarts with her as she turned eleven August 30th just before the train leaves for the school term.

She looked down at the second bed in her room, just reminiscing all that she could think off. It was unusual for the bedrooms to be only the two of the orphans but no one else wanted to room with her, and little Cypress said she felt comforted by her presence. Veronica always took care of her, and later when she got the hang of things, she even began teaching her the things she had taught herself with help. Cypress became her little sister, and she her big sister. Cypress had a large magic core that simply unlocked when she fully understood that she wasn't a freak but special. Special in ways that no one else could possible understand in this muggle world.

Veronica explained what she knew and even got a little into her bloodline and gifts so if she started to drift after a little while to not worry her. Veronica smiled a little looking down at the blonde haired girl with blue black highlights that laid on her bed sleeping. She remembered how she smiled and told her to thank Lady Magick for her gifts and that she was honored. Not many knew that Lady Magick could simply take your magic, but children were so simply special they believed what the normal muggle people couldn't. That it was really and very possible, that was why the muggle would never be gifted like the wizards, that knew all things were possible with magic. Even raising the dead with a necromancer didn't mean they were not still dead, but the concept was still the same.

Veronica remembered the time she had taken her little sister to Diagon alley for the first time, she was so excited. Happy and positive, she was nice to many people that gave her a chance and no one understood why she stayed with Veronica but she wasn't about to complain it was nice to have a friend. The goblins were oh so surprised when Cypress greeted them formally, Veronica always made sure she knew of the old ways. She had asked if they could do a blood test and well as an inheritance test for her. The cost came from her vaults that no one knew about. Any blood line that branched off from the Potter and had a direct link to Perevell came to him, but that little fact was much unknown about and hush-hush kind of business.

The test took them by surprise, little blonde haired brown-eyed Cypress was actually the last descendant of the Eons family. A very up-standing family, which had lost their first born child during the first war with Grindelwald. The mother had died in childbirth with the third son which was stillborn and the father went insane and killed his children and then himself. The vaults automatically become hers on announcement of name and blood. During the blood test they learned of several potions that were in her system, long-lasting ones, they assumed when Veronica said that Cypress never ate anything that Veronica had not okayed fearing that someone had tried to harm them. They discussed having a cleansing to get rid of the potions, Cypress was all for it, but Veronica didn't like the idea of her little sister being harmed.