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“Masquerade…paper faces on parade…masquerade…hide your face so the world can never find you…” Harry sang quietly under his breath as he worked on the garden. Mrs. Figg had played the music from the Phantom of the Opera when he’d been forced to go over while the Dursley’s had taken Dudley and his friend to the Zoo. They’d sent him to ‘assist’ Mrs. Figg with her broken leg and actually left him there for the time it took for the old woman to heal.
Harry James Potter had returned from his third year at Hogwarts after having dealt with a horde of Dementors and the ‘escaped mass murderer Sirius Black’ who was actually framed for the action and his magical godfather. He had been sent to help Mrs. Figg with her garden as she’d broken her hip this time tripping over the cats, he sometimes wondered if the part kneazles were attempting to kill the old bat, for he knew that Figg forced the breeding and then sold them to Diagon Alley as a pure-kneazle. Harry enjoyed the time away from the Dursley’s, they’d gone on an unannounced trip to see Marge who’d returned from her latest trip with ‘exciting news’.
“Harry…can you come here for a moment?” Mrs. Figg asked from the doorway where she stood on her crutches.
“Yes, Mrs. Figg.” Harry stood and brushed his hands off on the worn denim of his old hand me down jeans that had belonged to Dudley. He brushed a strand of hair from his face as he went smearing a streak of dirt on his forehead. “How can I help you?” He asked gently.
“I’ve got some bad news dear…” Mrs. Figg softly said her eyes full of sorrow for the young man before her, not even 14 years old and having to deal with this.
“What’s wrong?” Harry tilted his head to the side in question.
“Your Aunt and Uncle were killed in a car accident two days ago. Dudley is in critical condition…they aren’t sure with his…weight issues if his heart can take the trauma that he endured.” Arabella said looking at the young savior with an understanding sort of look. What she didn’t expect was the relief that seemed to fill Harry before it stuttered out.
“What about Aunt Marge?”
“She refused to take you in.” Arabella replied with a confused tone in her voice.
“I’m free?” Harry whispered as he looked into the distance. He looked back at Arabella with a flash of knowing in his eyes. “You’ve already informed Dumbledore haven’t you.”
Arabella startled at the firm expression on the boy’s face. She straightened as much as she could on the crutches. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve seen his replies to you. ‘Arabella…make sure that he remains ignorant of the wizarding world. We can not have him getting wind of anything. Remember who pays you…AD’.” Harry sneered at Figg with a look better suited for a Slytherin than a friendly Gryffindor. “Unfortunately for him…your cats hate you and love me.” He looked down as Mr. Tibbs wound through his feet while Snowy went between Figg’s feet unbalancing her and almost making her fall again. “It’s also a good thing that I keep my things with me at all times with the help of my true friends.” He tilted his head. “Have a good life Mrs. Figg. I know that I will.” With that Harry Potter picked up Snowy and Mr. Tibbs jumped onto his shoulders before he returned to walk away.
“Come back BOY!” Figg growled out from her porch. The other cats following behind Harry and running off before anyone could stop them. “Get back here at once!”
Harry Potter had gone to the closest shop and had them ring a cab for him, he’d explained that he needed to get to London to catch a train. He told them a sob story about how because of a summer job, as a cat sitter, he’d been left behind and he just got word his aunt and uncle were dead, and cousin was dying. He wanted to go to his bedside and be with him for whatever might come. Instead once he was in the cab he gave directions for the record store that sat beside the Leaky Cauldron, explaining that his uncle’s sister was going to meet him there while she picked up some music for their memorial service.
As the cab drove away he took a deep breath and stepped into the alley beside the Leaky Cauldron, he slipped his invisibility cloak over himself and stepped back out, Mr. Tibbs and Snowy twined around the legs of patrons that were exiting the cauldron into the muggle side tripping them up and keeping the door open long enough for Harry to slip through. He stood in the back portion of the cauldron to keep an eye on the back entrance to Diagon and waited until someone went through the gateway, it stayed open long enough for him and the kneazles to slip through there as well.
Weaving through the crowd without bumping into anyone was easy when he had two kneazles moving ahead of him meowing loudly if they were about to be stepped on. He got to the Bank and slipped behind one of the pillars out of sight of the alley but within sight of the guards. They watched him with caution as he looked around to make sure that there wasn’t one of Dumbles stooges watching and waiting.
“I seek sanctuary from the Goblin Nation from one that would steal from and harm me.” Harry said when he spotted several that were watching the bank a bit too closely for his taste. He startled when he saw Dumbledore apparate to the steps of the Bank. “Please…I can’t have him regain control when I’m so close to freedom!” He whisper shouted to the guards who looked at where he was glancing before looking back at the child.
“Sanctuary has been granted.” The main guard said. Leading those with him over to the child and surrounding him before leading him into the bank.
“HARRY POTTER YOU WILL STOP RIGHT THERE!” Dumbledore shouted out as he noticed who was amid the host of Goblins. He drew his wand as he started up the steps.
“Heir Potter has requested and been granted sanctuary within the Goblin Nation an attempt to stop him or restrain him will be seen as an act against the nation.” The head guard said as they got him to the doors and through them. The goblin sneered at Dumbledore who continued to storm up the steps. “It will be a declaration of war.”
That caused Dumbledore to stop advancing though he stood fuming on the steps as Harry was escorted into the bank and to the office of the King.
“Your highness…we have Heir Harry Potter requesting sanctuary from the Goblin Nation. He entered the bank with the pursuit of Albus Dumbledore until the doors of the bank.”
“Get him a full test and cleansing.” King Jareth lounged on his throne looking for all the world as if he was lazing away the day. He could tell just by looking at the youth that he had foreign magics upon him that didn’t belong. “He may remain as long as he needs.” Waved his hand dismissively.
Harry sat in the office of his account manager and wasn’t that a kick to the gut that he had his own account manager, he felt as if he’d been through the ringer and it had only been two hours since he’d gotten word that his Aunt and Uncle had been killed in a car accident, and he got amusement over that since that is what his Aunt had always said his parents had been killed in before he got his Hogwarts letter. He looked at the parchment in front of his disbelief flowing through his veins as he read.
Anastasia Alexi Malfoy (Harrison James Potter-Black)
Birthday:
June 5, 1980, 1:23 pm
July 31, 1980, 11:59 pm (Gender rebirth ritual/blood-adoption)
Magical Twin: Draco Lucius Malfoy
Birthday: June 5, 1980, 1:05 pm
Parents:
Father: Lucius Abraxus Malfoy
James Fleamont Potter – blood-adoption (illegal)
Sirius Orion Black – blood-adoption
Mother: Narcissa Alexandra Malfoy nee Black
Lily Jean Potter nee Evans – blood-adoption (illegal)
Godparents:
Father: Severus Tobias Snape (Sirius Orion Black)
Mother: Andromeda Maria Tonks nee Black (Alice Tatiana Longbottom nee Fortescue)
Titles: (available upon 17th birthday)
Romanov – Grand Duchess of Magical Russia (of age at 13)
Evans – Baroness via blood-adoption
Potter – Baroness via blood-adoption
Black – Heiress via blood-adoption and blood
Ravenclaw – Duchess via blood-adoption and blood
Gryffindor – Duchess via blood-adoption
Slytherin – Duchess via conquest and blood
Magical Gifts:
Parselmagic – Slytherin Line
Mage Sight – Romanov Line
Dream Foresight – Black Line
Eidetic Memory – Ravenclaw Line
Metamorphmagus – Black Line
Magical Core White Level
Medical conditions:
Hemophilia Blood Disorder
Suppressed immune system
“Shit…” Harry sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t even Harry, not only that but he wasn’t even male. Add to that shocking bit of information but he was also the magical twin of his school rival.
He looked over the information some more and then looked at the next portion of the chart that had printed out with the drops of his blood.
Height: 4’7
Weight: 59 pounds
Blocks:
Magical Twin mind link – 98%
Soul-bond – 100%
Parselmagic – 87%
Mage sight – 90%
Dream Foresight – 100%
Metamorphmagus – 89%
Eidetic Memory – 89%
Magic Core – 67% (50% leech attached to block)
Potions:
Gender Change: Female to Male (given July 31, 1980)
Rebirth: De-aged one month and 26 days (given July 31, 1980)
Blood-adoption: Potter and Evans Blood adoption (July 31, 1980) Black Blood Adoption (August 1, 1980)
Obedience Potion: Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Vernon Dursley (keywords: Girl, Disappointed, freak, my dear)
Loyalty Potion: Gryffindor, Ronald Weasley, Ginvera Weasley, Molly Weasley, Albus Dumbledore (keywords: Brave, parents, love)
Distrust Potion: Slytherin, Malfoy Family, Severus Snape, adults (keywords: slimy, snake, Dungeon bat)
Apathy Potion: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, bullying, use of fame by others, abuse, Gringotts business
Spells:
Specialty Ignore Spell: geared toward others noticing bullying and abuse
Specialty Acceptance Spell: Geared to accept actions by Vernon Dursley, Dudley Dursley, Ronald Weasley, GInerva Weasley, Albus Dumbledore
False Prophecy Spell: Prophecy concerning Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. and Harrison James Potter-Black
Obliviate Spell: 178x
False Horcrux Spell: Mind-bond between Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. and Harrison James Potter-Black
“What the hell?” Harry sighed as he continued to look over the chart. He needed to start thinking of himself as a female and Anastasia so that when the change happened it would fit in his mind. It went on to list out his health issues many of which were incorrectly healed bones and illnesses, his lungs were badly scared from the frequent pneumonia that he’d dealt with growing up from being locked outside in the winters. “Is there anyway to get back to what my body is supposed to be? And is there anyway to get figure out who did this?”
“The signatures are hidden, the time has been too long since they’d been placed. The good thing is that everything can be removed, including the blood-adoption, gender change, and rebirth, though the titles will remain.” The Goblin, who’d introduced himself as Ragnar explained.
“Please…and if you could send word to the Malfoy’s…” Anastasia asked cautiously.
“Of course we shall Grand-Duchess Romanov.” Ragnar nodded calling her by her largest title that she was entitled to. “Once the cleansing has been done you’ll be able to claim your heiress rings.”
“Thank you.” Anastasia nodded in response before moving to follow Griphook who’d come to lead her to the area that she needed to go to for the cleansing. “Oh…I think it is time for ‘Harry Potter’ to die due to the injuries from his home treatment…too much magic surging through a weakened body or something of that nature…”
“With pleasure.” Ragnar nodded liking the thoughts that must be going through the young Malfoy’s mind planning for what needed to be done.
It took a day and a half for the cleansing and healing to be done, and that had been a pain and a half. Anastasia sat on the edge of the bed that she’d been placed in, in the healing halls and looked at the white hair that fell in a puddle around her, if she were to stand up it would hang to her feet, she now stood at 4’9, her eyes were silver in the mirror that the goblin healers had let her look in. She had looked in the mirror to catalogue her changes, she was still worryingly thin. Anastasia had the lithe body of a dancer, while her fingers were long and thin that spoke of a pianist’s hands, she wanted to learn how to play was the thought that came to her as she checked her fingers.
Anastasia looked at the silver hairbrush in her hand that had shown up as soon as the blood adoption had been removed from her, it had the image of roses and narcissi flowers around the handle and the main body, the flowers were inlaid with pearls and sapphires. Beside her on the bed was the Grand Duchess Tiara of diamonds and emeralds that looked like the pearl and diamond tiara of the Alexandra Feodorovna, the wife of the last Magical Tsar of Imperial Russia before they were killed in the revolution, that was shown in the history books. Upon her finger was a large emerald and diamond in gold ring, the heiress rings that she’d been eligible for had all merged to form the elongated ring.
“We’ve received word that your family have finished their cleansing.” Ragnar said from the door keeping his eyes averted as she sat there with her hair pooled around her.
“Could you request that Lady Narcissa come in here…I don’t…I need some assistance.” Anastasia looked up briefly from where she sat.
“Of course Grand Duchess Romanov.” Ragnar bowed lightly, that the tiara appeared said that she’d been accepted as the Grand Duchess, and that when she married she’d be eligible to take the position of Tsarina of Magical Imperial Russia, the last to hold the seat were the Tsar Nicholas II and his Tsarina Alexandra who were murdered with their children by those that despised magicals as the royal ruling family of Russia, lead by Rasputin the royal spiritual advisor and hidden witch hunter.
“Thank you Ragnar.” Anastasia nodded in thanks.
Anastasia only had to wait a few minutes before Narcissa Malfoy walked into the room and she could see that her mother was overcome to see her again. “I know I need to style my hair properly…and I’ve got no idea how to do it.” She looked at her mother with a lost expression on her face.
“Of course Darling.” Narcissa smiled softly as she came forward.
“I’ve done some research when I could on how it is proper to act like a pureblood lord…I guess Lady now…due to the titles I can inherit…” She sighed. “I need to follow them even more.”
“I will be overjoyed to help you darling. I’m so glad that you’ve been found.” Narcissa smiled as she came and gently took to brush she worked quickly in brushing out the hair and twisting it with the help of her wand into a curled updothat rested at the base of her neck with some decorative swoops, She then situated the tiara that had appeared. The Blacks had come from Russia and had ties with the Romanov family prior to their murder in 1918. The Magical Imperial crown was chosen by magic on who would be eligible for the title by the amount of power that the person held within them.
‘What is taking them so long…I can’t believe that Potter was Anya! I was so rude to her…’ Anastasia heard mentally as Narcissa was placing the last spell in place to keep the tiara in place and to hide it from those that would harm her due to the title.
‘Silly Draco…it was mostly due to Ronald and the spells that were on me that caused it…you needed my attention and sought it anyway you could get it.’ Anastasia responded softly. ‘We’re almost done…mum is helping me transfigure my clothes into something more appropriate for my titles…’
The goblins in the end provided the proper clothing and Lady Narcissa simply changed the colors to fit her pale skin, silver eyes, and white hair. The high collar was white while the main body of the dress was a pale silver blue, the piping that framed the shape and base of the skirt was done in a dark royal blue, it also marked the wrists dividing the pale blue from the white lace. There was some slight embroidery on the sleeves and the skirt, with a light pillow effect to the top of the sleeves. Narcissa produced a pair of white lace gloves that she changed to match the embroideries on the the skirt. Her shoes were a pair of short ankle boots with a small heel, she wasn’t used to heels yet, so they’d be changing it gradually to help her adjust.
“Beautiful…Come along Darling. Let’s go and see your father and brother.” Narcissa smiled as she took in her daughter’s look.
“Will they like me?” Anastasia asked softly.
“They will adore you. Your father was so devastated at the loss of you. You were the first girl born to the Malfoy line in 175 years after they were cursed by someone that felt slighted by the last Malfoy female.” Narcissa explained softly.
“Alright…” Anastasia whispered as she stood, she let Narcissa place the brush into her purse and gripped onto her mother. She was still feeling very weak form the abuse that she’d endured and gone through. “I don’t want to return to Hogwarts…” She whispered looking at her family as they stepped out of the room. “I don’t want to go back into the Headmaster’s range.” She refused to make eye contact. “I’ve fought for my life every year so far…”
“They’re hosting two other schools this year as well.” Lucius said as they came closer. “It will take you time to readjust to being a Malfoy.”
“I want to stay home…I want to be homeschool…I want to be ready for everything.” Anastasia whispered.
“Then that is what we shall do.” Lucius smiled and gently placed his finger under his daughter’s chin raising her face. “We’ve finally gotten you back…we’re not going to be letting you go so quickly.”
“I’ll stay with you as well.” Draco said softly.
“No…” Anastasia shook her head. “The headmaster chased the boy I was into the building here. He believes I’m remaining in Sanctuary with the Goblins. If you remained behind with me at the manor…then he’d get curious as to why you weren’t at the school. We don’t want to draw attention to my return yet. Though that won’t stop me from starting the process of getting all the moneys and such that were stolen from me back…” She turned to Ragnar with a fierce expression, “I’d like a full accounting of my vaults and properties. I’d also like for the wills of the Potters to be unlocked and the case of Sirius Black to be looked into. The chart that I saw said he’d been illegally incarcerated, also that the blood adoption he performed was legal. I think he knew…” She looked around them. Thankfully they had been reunited in Ragnar’s office and they’d be able to keep her appearance secret. “When we leave if we don’t take the floo I think a veiled hat or something…”
“We have something that can be used.” Ragnar nodded in response and then had veiled hat that they changed the coloring to match the color of her dress in a pale blue silver with a white ribbon to tie it beneath her chin. “We will allow you to use the floo. The Hat has a slight misdirect upon it, people will see you, but they won’t register who it is.”
“We need to get you a new wand as well. So we’ll go to the magical district in France.” Lucius said softly.”We can also get you a full wardrobe at that time as well if you are up for it?”
“Thank you.” Anastasia nodded with a soft smile on her lips.
“I’ll keep you safe little sis…” Draco offered his arm to her. “We can go into the floo together so that you don’t get lost.” He smirked as he said that.
“You knew I was there before our second year didn’t you.” Anastasia smiled as she thought back to her first time through the floo.
“I spotted you through the window before Father and I entered.” Draco chuckled. “Plus there was the dirt that covered you in the bookstore. Most shops have spells on the floos that will clean you off. Except for Burkes…they make sure the grime can’t be so easily removed so they can tell if someone has taken anything from them.
“Of course they do.” Anastasia chuckled as she looped her arm through Draco’s in the proper method and let him guide her to the floo.
Lucius and Narcissa thanked Ragnar for notifying them and the Nation for helping cleansing her of everything.