❝ Someone born with the influence of Amortenia cannot love ❞
❝Nah, mate ❞
In which Harry Potter is sent back in time turned into a girl to change Tom Riddle and his ways.
A Female Harry Potter fanfic
(Under major reconstruction I am changing up a l...
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The friendly (sort of) goblin led Harry into this very quiet room in which Harry had the urge to break the silence every 5 seconds Maybe it was due to being around so many loud people during his past life he was so uncomfortable with such a phase
'Your reason for visit ma'am?' asked the uninterested goblin from his small, neatly kept desk with a typewriter in the centre along with a round cylindrical stand that had a couple of pens and pencils
'Ah, yes', she answered waking from her trance like thoughts, 'I'm here to take the inheritance test'
'Any wizard guardians present?' he continued as his hand flicked punching in some letters onto the paper on the typewriter
'Not that I know of', she replied hesitantly
The sound typewriter stopped punching in letters stopped and the goblin looked up at Harry who stood there with an awkward stance
The creature observed the newly turned girl for a few moments before getting off the tall chair he sat on and asked her to follow him
Harry gingerly went behind the goblin who now was leading him to a large brown door with gold handles
Pushing the door open Harry saw a large room with another goblin sitting at the desk in the middle of the room. There was a plaque at the frontal side of the table where the goblin sat, with the initial 'Gornuk, senior director' on it
'She is here to take inheritance test', the goblin who was standing in front of Harry said to which the director raised his brow
'Inheritance test? No guardian with you girl?', he curiously
Harry resisted the urge to frown. Was it really that weird to take an inheritance test without having a guardian present?
'No sir', she replied her fingers knotting itself behind her, 'i can still take the test right?'
The director opened the table's drawer and pulled out a brown parchment sheet then, he got off from the chair he sat on and came forward to Harry 'Of course', he said 'You just have to prick your finger in this pin and drop a bit of blood in this parchment' and handed the parchment over along with a pin
Harry obliged and pricked her finger on the pin causing small drops of blood to fall on the parchment she held in her hand
The stain of blood began curving on the sheet slowly as though a snake coiling and words slowly began taking shape. It took a few minutes but surely in readable paragraphs began to show and now the parchment was filled with details of who she was at this time.
