chapter 1

Whatever Persephone had hoped for - it certainly wasn't appearing in Britain during 1976 while the First War was starting to get a hold over their territory. Once again, she dearly hoped her twin would be present with her ; he was better suited to speak with strangers and had a knack for charming them. Meanwhile, she couldn't easily trust and heavily relied on her powers and her instinct to gouge people that had gravitated towards them while they were at Hogwarts. Unlike Harrison, she hadn't been mesmerized by the countless tales from the Maraudeurs era ; in her opinion, they had been bullies and were praised for it since they were Gryffindors and had most of the teachers on their side. She was not about to defend Slytherin - but they had been vilified from day one, who truly expected them to do better?

She vividly remembered each memory that her former Potions professor had shared with her before she had to walk to her death. Even though he had been harsher than most and had shown his displeasure at helping her brother, he had always treated her quite differently. Now, she finally understood why : she was so similar to her mother that he had trouble overlooking the fact and hadn't been able to bully her or antagonize her as he did the other students. The only reason why she hadn't ended up in his House was because she had trouble doing anything without her twin's presence and she had prioritized Gryffindor in order to be closer to him. Oh, how she missed him...

But still, it was particularly funny for Persephone to see the Goblin's frightened facial expression when they finally understood who was accompanying her. Death, or Thanatos as he likes to be called, liked to hide his aura from intelligent magical creatures so he could spook them better when given the chance - he was thoroughly enjoying his idea of a prank. She normally would have chastised him for his behavior and childish demeanor, but she was just too eager to finally have her affairs in order so she can finally get Harrison back from limbo or wherever he currently was.

"I trust everything we'll discuss here...will be met with complete discretion ?," drawled Thanatos, not even trying not to act threatening while he was glaring at the Goblin. The latter was so worked up that he even inwardly cursed his King for sending him into the Ritual room for an important matter.

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 ; 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒉 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝟑𝟏𝒔𝒕 𝑶𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎.

Ironjaw comically raised his eyebrows and looked at both people that were currently sitting and looking far too casual for people for have somehow time-travelled. But still, he usually should have already informed the Ministry and the Unspeakables of what currently happened - yet, Thanatos would certainly not accept to see his friend be hauled by measly humans with grabby hands.

𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑷𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝑷𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒅, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒅.

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

Percy looked at the piece of parchment and snorted : the former Dark Lord had been a complete mystery to her previously - she felt that they would somehow meet each other and was impatient to learn how they would fare with each other. At least, her hatred of Dumbledore might be welcomed for once - since he had defeated him, had taken his wand that righteously belonged to his grandchildren and had left him to rot in Nurmengard Castle.

A quick survey of the parchment informed her of her lineage and her heirships : she was only eligible for the Peverell and Slytherin mantle. It would be social suicide to claim the latter while the war was raging on, but he could never hope to claim his seat since his soul was currently in tatters and was not eligible following Slytherin's instruction. Meanwhile, her brother would share the Peverell lordship with her - after all, one of their heirs would inherit it and it was their family magic that would choose a suitable replacement if she ever wished to die. Still, her newfound powers were a boon she desperately needed to master before even thinking of her death or any other type of crazy sacrifice Dumbledore would have concocted for her.

Surprisingly, she was more angry at his lies and deceptions rather than mad at Voldemort's murder of her family. She hadn't trusted Riddle nor liked him, which meant every single deed done against her hadn't broken her more than anything else. But Dumbledore had always acted like the proper and perfect grandfather just to backstab her in the back. Had he known about her Peverell heritage? He would have even created a marriage contract for her to further her down her line and to make sure he could use and misuse their heritage as much as he wanted to. Unfortunately for him, the Hallows were always destined for her - and this time around, she would show him what it meant to have someone aiming against him.

"Crap," muttered Persephone once she noticed each Deathly Hallow appearing right in front of her.

"They came back for their Mistress," said Thanatos, clearly amused by the situation. They both knew each item had been in the hands of important players who would undoubtedly notice their absence. The redhead sighed and looked at the Goblin before gently asking him for a quill and parchment.

Persephone had never seen Fleamont Potter ; not even in a portrait. She didn't have much of an idea about his personality and character but he had opened his doors for Sirius who was a disgraced pureblood heir and known blood-traitor, not even caring, especially considering the political climate at the time. Well, this time she was saddled with this wonderful next new adventure.

To Lord Fleamont Potter and whom it may concern,

You might have noticed that a certain "cloak" of yours had previously been misplaced from where it was supposed to be. Be reassured, I have not infiltrated your house nor your manor, but I have recently claimed the Peverell Ladyship from Gringotts. One failsafe for the last eligible heir was to have each heirloom returned as soon as he or she signed the correct paperwork and proved their identity.

You must know that even though I am a Peverell by blood, my grandsire is none other than Gellert Grindelwald. Him and his followers have always been obsessed with my lineage, which explains why my parents hid us as much as they could from him. Even behind bars, no one truly knows what Grindelwald might do : but I am sure he is aware of my existence. Most are not knowledgeable about such a fact, but it is known that he is an accomplished Seer and nothing really escapes his attention.

The Cloak is particularly attached to me since I am the first female Peverell born since Iolanthe joined in matrimony with a Potter - which explained its eager back to its rightful owner.

I might have heard that it had been passed down initially to your son - I can promise you that I will find an alternative for him so he may continue to cause mayhem and chaos within the halls of Hogwarts.

You might understand soon - but I beg you not to share this letter or the cloak's disappearence with anyone remotely close to Dumbledore or with the man himself. I have heard from good sources (meaning my own grandfather) that he had shared the same sick fascination with my family history and I would loathe to...deal with him for the slights against my House and its members throughout his life.

P.S. : Did you know that my great-great-aunt just happens to be Bathilda Bagshot? She was Dumbledore's neighbor for most of her life and had introduced Gellert and Albus to each other. Their falling out was legendary and ended up with a young girl's death...and yet, no one knows about their connection.

Cordially,

Lady Persephone Wanda Peverell-Grindewald,

Lady of the Illustrous House Peverell,

Lady Regent of House Grindelwald

When James had ran inside his office accompanied with Sirius and Euphemia, the Lord of House Potter had known this day would be different from the next. It had started when he dreamt about Avada-Kadavra green eyes and flame colored hair accompanied with a teenager that looked awfully like his own son aside from the silver hair and the distinctive blue eyes. Instead of sharing his worries with his spouse, he decided to focus on the Cloak's mysterious disappearance while James was using it.

Few knew how exactly they had come to be associated with it - but Fleamont had searched his Family History whilst he was younger and had discovered many mysteries and hidden correspondence. He had tried to claim the Peverell inheritance many times throughout his life to protect the family's asset in case an heir decided to materialize one way or another before finally being reassured by the Goblins that the Vault was so old and warded that the Ministry couldn't claim it nor could their race empty it and use it to their leisure.

So, yes, from the moment he woke up, Fleamont knew his life was about to change.

An owl quickly interrupted James' moaning and pitying glances towards his best friend - which prompted Lord Potter to quickly open his study window and to read its content. The last few lines left him a bit doubtful. He had always loathed the amount of power the Hogwarts Headmaster yielded - it was not ethical in his opinion that he had almost as much power as the Minister - notwithstanding each student that leaves his school thinking he was the second coming of Merlin. Even his own Heir was too enraptured by the man to see his flaws.

With a sickening breath, Fleamont Potter arrived to one conclusion: this might be the end of Albus Dumbledore as we know him.

"The Cloak has gone to its rightful owner," he informed them.

James furrowed his brows and didn't look satisfied with his father's answer. "But it's mine ! It's a family heirloom, who else could claim it?," he asked, trying not to act as spoilt as usual.

"And yet, it's not our family heirloom," drawled Fleamont, getting tired of the situation. He was hoping that this would help his son understand some of his own flaws while learning a bit more about their History. "Iolanthe Peverell was her father's sole heiress, so when she married Harwin Potter, they continued with the tradition. And yet, Magic has decided that the heirloom should be back with its new righful owner, Lady Persephone Peverell-Grindelwald."

Fleamont was sure that his son wanted to say more, but he didn't give him the opportunity to. "Euphemia dear, how would you feel about adopting a young sixteen year old child?," he asked, expecting a negative, especially after confirming her family relation with the former Dark Lord.

Even though Sirius always tried to always keep silent while he was meeting with the Potters during their family meeting, he was a bit disturbed by her identity. "Can you...trust a Grindelwald?,"

They each paused - looking at him and considering his question.

"Let's invite her first," said Euphemia, her face contorted in wonder. "But if she's a Peverell...we have to help her before the rest of the Wizarding Britain hounds her for marriage contracts and prospects. Especially if she's not used to her status."

Lord Potter looked at each one of them, adopting a grave tone - they had to understand that some things needed to stay secret and that he had trust them with sensitive information. If...if the new Lady Peverell was right, and she might be since she was related to one of the people involved, it gave a whole new dimensional meaning to Dumbledore's legendary fight against Grindelwald. Besides, they had been friends which meant that the Headmaster had at least known some of his goals - and yet, he had let him roam countries and wreak havoc around him, following an impossible dream.

The Potter family and their almost-son Sirius sat, watching the letter combust once they finished talking - feeling the ancient and cold magic simpering into their skin when a cloud strangely close to a scythe appeared where the letter once was.