𝕸idnight 𝕽ain / Nothing gold can stay
chapter six ━━ Or that I'm my mother's daughter
( The Potion Master )

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☪︎┇ RHAENYRA LET OUT A DEEP SIGH. All of those news were getting into her head causing an headache. She did not trust that Dumbledore man. He gave off the same vibe as Otto Hightower, that cunt.

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with the red hair and the Malfoy."

"With brown curly hair?"

"Did you see her face?"

"Did you see her scar?"

"I will ask again. What's so special about her except the fact she defeated a bad guy? The only thing she will end up being good for is by using her cunt like a whore." Many could not see where did Aegon Targaryen get all of this audacity.

Nobody saw the blow coming. The Queen had punched the usurper.

The Green faction quickly stood up looking at the black Faction with hatred. Rhaenyra did not care. Nobody will insults her sweet child. She wanted to strangle him to death or to slice his throat so that it will no longer be useful.

"You fucking bitch─"

"I dare you to finidh that sentence." A woman steps in the room, with flaming
crimsom locks. Her emerald green eyes burned into the usurper's back. She walked as if she owned the place with three men following her with the same hint of danger in their eyes.

"Did your mother never teach you that insult of a woman is simply vulgur and
ungentleman?" The grey eyes man said
sarcasticly, running his hand through his marvellous hair.

Alicent flinched.

Rhaenyra looked at the people. "May I ask who you are?" She demanded firmly.

"My apology." The brown hair man smiled charmingly. "I am Jameson Fleamont Potter the hot Lord to the most Noble and Ancient House of the Potter. Father of the Ambrosia Lilith Potter." Rhaenyra and many others's eyes widened.

"My name is Remus Lupin, the honorable uncle of little Ambrosia." Remus Lupin had brown hair, wearing glasses making look more handsome.

"Siriud Orion Black, Lord to the Most Noble and Ancient House of the Black. The perfect dogfather of Ambrosia." Sirius grinned, his eyes filled with mischievousness. Daemon knew that this man and him will get along just fine.

Eyes went to the red head woman, some were filled with lust while some were filled with curiousity. The woman felt disgusted by most of the men.

"I am Lilith Mirana Potter nee Evans. Mother to Ambrosia Potter and wife to James Potter." She stated firmly, Baela
watched the confidence rolling off the
woman.

"She is so cool." Baela whispered.

"Eyes off my fucking wife." James glared at the man with an animosity that could pass off as a possessive lion. His eyes were cold and firm. James had passed years to finally conquered the woman in front of his. There was no way that he would let some horny cunts to look at her in a disrespectful way.

The men suddenly flinched at the glare while Aegon rolled his eyes. Aemond tsked with an annoyed glare at the new people.

Before anyone could stopped Lilith, she had already kicked Aegon in his dick. Her heel hiting right where it should have destroyed. Aegon groaned out in pain as the same heel was pressing right into his stomatch firmly.

"Women are not born to be used in such filthy way and be discared. If you think that then you have no right to have even been born, you hear me? I do not care if you have some mommy issues─" Sirius pouted.

"Or daddy issues. Nobody will ever talk in such way about my daughter. Or I swear I will cut out your dick and feed it to the pig!" Men shuddered and shivered. Aegon who gulped, turned to his mother who looked at Lilith.

Otto sneered in disgust. "This is not how a woman should behave."

"How would you know?" James narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you a woman?" He asked him.

"Jamie! Maybe we would make him wear a skirt or dress with some make up and give him a cunt too!" Sirius's grin widened. His eyes flashed with sadisticness.

Daemon smirked. "Thats a good idea, Lord Black." Sirius nodded amused. "I know."

Otto's face turned red.

"Now, sit the fuck down and pay respect to your better, rats." Lilith kicked Aegon in the stomatch before turning away and sit down on one of the couch with Sirius, Remus and James behind her.

"Did you see what she did?!" Two differents Targaryen screamed. Aegon who screamed that in pain and Lucerys who screamed in excitement.

"I wish they did the same to Aemond." Rhaena mumbled.

Remus heard her. "Oh we will." He muttered. Sirius nodded.

"We will be watching with you all, Queen Rhaenyra." Lilith told to Rhaenyra who smiled. Her daughter was in great hand.

Whispers followed Ambrosia from the moment she left her dormitory the next
day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at her, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. She wished
they wouldn't, because she was trying to concentrate on finding her way to classes.

"The stairs are always a pain in the arse." Sirius whined.

There were a hundred and forty-two stair cases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping one; narrow, rickety ones; some that led some where different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot.

The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and Ambrosia was sure
the coats of armor could walk. She also
had some problems with the ghosts as it seem they like scaring students and booing Callisto Malfoy which Ambrosia did not like at all. She also had bump into Peeves that was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch who thought that they tried to enter the third floor. If she was not unlucky, she did not know what it was.

Filch owned a cat called Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins) and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick.

"The twins." James felt a nauseous of sadness when the weasley twin were
mentioned. It reminded him how he
gailed to save his friends.

Lilith squeezed his hand.

And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the classes themselves. There was a lot more to magic, as Ambrosia quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words. They had to study the night skies through their teles copes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the
movements of the planets.

Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for.

Easily the most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

Lucerys felt so excited. He also wanted to go there but just watching was even more memorable. He was so happy for his sister yet sad because he will never see her again.

His eyes became teary and he wiped it away as soon as possible. Nobody could see him being weak. How can the green fear him if they see him cry? He will be stronger and make them beg for forgiveness.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Ambrosia' name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight.

Oto scoffed, annoyance running through his blood. He sae nothing important with
the girl. She was just a girl. To be use and
have children were supose to be the only
thing she should be good at. His grandson
did nothing wrong. Aemond was merely what is his and should be his. Jacaera have
no right to not give the one she belonged to
what he needed and wanted. Women were
nothing more than a filthy maid born to satisfy her man' every need.

Professor McGonagall was again different. Ambrosia had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said.

"MINNIE!!" The Marauders shouted out, their voices filled with happiness and longing.

"You know her?" Daemon raised a brow.

"She was our reacher when we were in Gryffindor." Sirius said proudly.

"YEs and we are his favorite students
in our generation." James grins.

Rgaenyra nods slowly, she found those men very pleasable to be around. They were at ease and very calm to talk with. Not like the men in her life. I

"Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very
impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle.

"Wow!!" Rhaena squealed loudly. Her eyes wide opened with stars in it. Daemon never saw his daughter this excited before.

"Amazing right?" Lilith smiles.

"Yes!"

By the end of the lesson, only Hermione Granger and Ambrosia Potter had made any difference to her match; Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave them rare smile.

"Good, she has my brain." Lilith giggles.

"Nu-huh." Sirius shook his head.

"What do you mean, hu-huh?" Lilith frowns, her emerald eyes darkened.
She was daring Sirius to repeat it and
she was sure that he would totally do it.

"Nu-huh." Remus shook his head too at Sirius's words. "Thats not a word."

"Its has letters." James backed up his brother in all but blood.

"Merlin knows why he put you both together." Lilith or for short, Lily whispers.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days.

"I do not trust that man." Corlys thought to himself with suspicion.

His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank you for getting rid of a trouble some zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story.

For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

Friday was an important day for Ambrosia, Callisto and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast without getting lost once. "What have we got today?" She asked Ron asshe poured sugar on her porridge.

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," said Ron. "Snape's Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them, we'll be able to see if it's true."

The three Gryffindor groaned outloud.

"Boys." Lily looks at them sternly.

"What, Lily-flower? That man can't be trust. Have you forgetten?" Lily lowered her eyes.
Who could blame her? Severus was her one and only bestfriend since childhood. Yet he had hurted her and now she finally learned
to be by herself and to protect what is hers even after death.

Callisto picked up a strawberry as he stared at Ron. "He does and he is a bit of a bat so be smarter than him and do not let our house lose point." He said firmly.

"Oh so this is the other version of crispin or something?" Daemon demanded bluntly

"Wish McGonagall favored us, " said Ambrosia. Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, but it hadn't stopped her from giving them a huge pile of homework the day before. Just then, the mail arrived.

Sirius sweatdropped as he remembered how he had burned those homework when
he was given fot the first time. Oh those good memories.

Ambrosia had gotten used to this by now, but it had given her a bit of a shock on the first morning, when about a hundred owls had suddenly streamed into the Great Hall during breakfast, circling the tables until they saw their owners, and dropping letters and packages onto their laps.

Hedwig hadn't brought Ambrosia anything so far. She sometimes flew in to nibble her ear and have a bit of toast before going off to sleep in the owlery with the other school owls. This morning, however, she fluttered
down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped a note onto
Ambrosia's plate. She tore it open at once. It said, in a very untidy scrawl:

Ambrosia smiled. Hadrid visited her a lot when she was with her aunt. They even became friends over the times.

Lily smiled. Seeing her sister taking care of her daughter and being hapoy with a man is all ehat made her feel at peace in death.

Dear Heiress Potter, I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with the beautiful owl?

Hagrid

Ambrosia borrowed Ron's quill, scribbled Yes, please, see you later on the back of the note, and sent Hedwig off again.

"Did your parents write to you?" Ambrosia asked Callisto. "They did, my mother had no problem but I think I might get disown by my father." He shrugged. Ambrosia soon noticed that Callisto was an easy mind and
smart boy.

"Disown?" Baela looked up in disbelief. She found that ridiculous! How could he get dis-
own for such small things? It was so stupid.

"Is his father for real?" Rhaenyra asked Lily in disbelief.

"Lucius is a greedy man." Sirius scoffed. "My nephew won't be poor even if disown."

Aegon looked at Sirius, they looked so similar.

as if.

"And what is your plan?" She asked him.

Ron raised a brow. "What do you mean plan Rosie, he is about to get disown!" He
said worriedly. He was not fond of the Malfoy but Callisto had prove him that
he is not like his brat of a brother.

Helaena watched curiously.

"Slow down, Ron." Callisto smiled. "I do not mind getting disown because the Malfoy is not as great as another certain house." He smirked. "I hope to get your support on my plan, little Rose."

"Greater houses." Corlys nodded his head. "The boy was smart, he is probably related to some more powerful family and will attemp to claim its heirship." Eyes were on him. His grandchildren were listening very carefully.

"Count me in, Cale." She grinned back
at him. Ron let out a sighed. He had accepted that he was probably the more sane in the trio.

"Welcome to the group." Rhaena and Remus said together and smiled at each
other.

At the start-of-term banquet, she had gotten the idea that Professor Snape disliked her. By the end of the first Potions lesson, she knew she'd been wrong. Snape didn't dislike Ambrosia, he hated her.

"Not so perfect."

"Tsk, bitch." Criston Cole mumbled.

Lily frowned. "Severus if you hurt her... I will make you pay even if I need to make
a deal with the devil!" She whispered harshly.

Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at her name.

"Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Ambrosia Potter. Our new celebrity." Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class.

"Oh, I hate him alredy." Daemon said.

"Can mother adopt him in the after life?" James thoughy.

They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of
potionmaking," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word like Professor Mc Gonagall.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving
here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." More silence followed this little speech.

"Well he is rude." Rhaenyra frowned. How dare this man.

Ambrosia and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked despera -te to start proving that she wasn't a dunder head. "Potter!" said Snape suddenly.

"It Heiress Potter." Ambrosia smiled. Snape let out a scoffed. "Alright, Heiress Potter."

"Thats my girl!" Daemon whistled but got a glare from Sirius.

"No, my girl!" Sirius argued.

"She is my daughter!" Daemon scoffed.

"I am her favorite!"

"Never!"

James faceplamed, listening to the childish men. Even he- a child man was not arguing about hia daughter's favorite.

"What would I get if I added powdered
root of asphodel to an infusion of worm wood?" Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

Baela groaned. "Ugh her."

"It make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. It causes the drinker to fall into a deep, death-like slumber, Sir." Ambrosia smiled, she was grateful that her uncle had taught all of this to her.

"Thats not a question at her level!" Remus growls.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "10 points to Gryffindor." He ignored Hermione's hand.

"What a miracle."

"Another one, Heiress Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Ambrosia did not know whatever the man had a problem with her.

"He is targetting her." Helaena whispered.

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat.

"From the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons." Snape flinched, he was sure that Ambrosia was losing her patience which she probably did not even have and her avada green eyes staring right into his soul, it reminded him of her mother's when she was angry at him.

Lily and Rhaenyra smiled proudly at their daughter's action and glared. Oh she was a little fighter. Their little fighter.

She is her mother's daughter.

"She is." The Rogue Prince and The Lord of the Potter said.

"What is the difference, Heiress Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

"Sir, I am starting to think that you have a fixation on me. It will be bad if others know that you are asking N.E.W.T level questions to the first year, right?" Ambrosia silenced him.

"What is N.E.W.T. level?" Rhaena asked curiouly, his question catched the others'
attention.

"the level of difficulty of the more advanced classes the student took in their sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts." Remus took his time to explain.

"Oh thamk you!"

A few people laughed; Ambrosia caught Seamus's eye, and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased.

"Malfoy!" Draco looked up.

"Wrong one." Helaena murmured.

"Other Malfoy." Callisto raised a brow and let out a sighed. "Answer the question.

"They are the same plant." He said nonchantly with a shrugged.

"10 points for the second answer and another 10 points for this question." Snape gritted out. "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

"Because you did not say to?" Baela scoffed.

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Heiress Potter." Ambrosia rolled her eyes.

"Like father like daugher."

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindor as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Draco Malfoy, whom
he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Draco Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.

"Favoritism." Aegon called out loudly, a slap was land on the back of his head. He soon winced, turning to his mother who glare at him firmly.

Rhaenyra's eyes widened as she saw the action. How could her former friend hitted
her child like this? It must be painful as Aegon was biting his inside cheek.

She can not let this go on!

Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and leg.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing
the spilled potion away with one wave
of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.

"Don't shout at the sweetheart!"

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Then he rounded on Ambrosia and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

"You, Heiress Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."

This was so unfair that Ambrosia opened her mouth to argue, but Ron kicked
him behind their cauldron. "Don't push it," he muttered, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."

James' lips curled into a smirk. "Oh he can." A soft whisper, James ever cared about that Snivelus. He would not be a liar. That brat hurted his friends, for James he did deserve it and then went insulting Lily.

James cares only about those who doesn't hurt his family.

Callisto scoffed and placed his hand on Ambrosia's shoulder. "He is someone very annoying and judmental. Don't let him get to you."

"Like crispin!" Baela grins.

As they climbed the steps out of the dungeon an hour later, Ambrosia's mind
was racing." Can I come and meet Hagrid with you?" Callisto took agreed with Ron to acompany her.

The young Malfoy did get very close to them. And he needs to watch over Ambrosia. Nobody would want for the Princess of Gryffindor to get hurt.

"Even if another life, she is granted the title of a princess!" Viserys smiled brightly, being every proud of his granddaughter- niece.

At five to three they left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door.

When Ambrosia knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying, "Back, Fang- back." Hagrid's big, hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open.

"Hang on," he said. "Back, Fang." He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.
There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire, and in the corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.

"A giant."

"I am not even surprise!"

"Amazing, i want one!"

"No, Baela!"

"Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked. "This is Ron and Callisto." Ambrosia told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes onto a plate.

"Another Weasley, eh?" said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's freckles. I spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the forest." The rock cakes were shapeless lumps with raisins that almost broke their teeth, but Callisto and Ron pretended to be enjoying them as they told Hagrid all about their first -lessons. Fang rested his head on Ambrosia's knee and drooled all over his robes.

Ambrosia and Ron were delighted to hear Hagrid call Fitch "that old git." "An' as fer that cat, Mrs. Norris, I'd like ter introduce her to Fang sometime. D'yeh know, every time I go up ter the school, she follows me everywhere? Can't get rid of her Fitch puts her up to it." Ambrosia told Hagrid about Snape's lesson. Hagrid, like Ron and Callisto, told Ambrosia not to worry about it, that Snape liked hardly any of the students.

"He seemed to really hate me."

"He hates everyone." Except Lily.

"Rubbish!" said Hagrid. "Why should he?" Yet Ambrosia couldn't help thinking that Hagrid didn't quite meet his eyes when he said that. "How's yer brother Charlie?" Hagrid asked Ron. "I liked him a lot great with animals."

Ambrosia wondered if Hagrid had changed the subject on purpose. While Ron told Hagrid all about Charlie's work with dragons, she picked up a piece of paper that was lying on the table under the tea cozy. Callisto raised a brow and his eyes widened surprise. It was a cutting from the Daily Prophet:

"Thats a Bank." James said.

GRINGOTTS BREAK-IN LATEST

Investigations continue into the break-in at Gringotts on 31 July, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown. Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.

"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.

"Hagrid!" said Ambrosia, "that Gringotts break-in happened on my birthday! It might've been happening while you were there! Ambrosia had heard her uncle and Hagrid talking about it.

Sirius was curious to know more.

There was no doubt about it, Hagrid definitely didn't meet her eyes this time. He grunted and offered her another rock cake. She read the story again. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. Hagrid had emptied vault seven hundred and thirteen, if you could call it emptying, taking out that grubby little package. Had that been what the thieves were looking for?

As the three walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets weighed down with rock cakes they'd been too polite to refuse, Ambrosia thought that none of the lessons she'd had so far had given him as much to think about as tea with Hagrid. Had Hagrid collected that package just in time? Where was it now?

And did Hagrid know something about Snape that he didn't want to
tell Ambrosia?

Aemond raised a brow, they were keeping his Jacaera in the dark. He did not like that. The bat man had no right to hate his sweet Jacaera. She was his and always will be in his mind.