Griphook, Harry and I made our way to the Potter vault in the cart. When we got there, we could see the Potter vault door which is gold with the Potter crest carved into it. Harry and I got out of the mining cart and slowly made our way towards our family's vault, our parents vault. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled through my mouth, trying to calm my nerves.

"Are you alright mommy?" Skye asked as Vasuki nuzzled me in comfort.

"Yes, just a little nervous, my parents' portrait could be in there. I could see them again, talk to them again... It's just a little nerve wrecking." I replied, holding my familiars close to me for support.

"Come on Rebecca. We won't know unless we look, no good getting ourselves worked up out here if they aren't even in there. Let's just go see and take it one step at a time." Harry said confidently.

We made our way up to the vault and pricked our fingers on the sharp needle that appeared. The sound of locks clunking sounded and the doors to the vault swung open. We made our way in.

I hesitantly looked around trying to see if I could see any portraits, there are piles of gold, I can see old books, and magical artifacts. I saw a sheet seeming to be covering something large and headed over to it, Harry following me. We stood in front of it hesitantly, Harry moved forward grabbing a hold of the fabric of the sheet and pulled.

There they were right in front of us, our parents.

"Mom. Dad. It's you. You're here." I cried tears filling my eyes and leaking down my face.

"Rebecca? Harry? Is that you? Your so big now, you were just little babies when this was done." Mom said. "Why are you crying? What's happened?"

"You... You died mom. You were killed by Voldemort protecting us." I whimpered, Harry standing close his eyes shimmering with tears as he held my hand.

"We are dead? Oh no! But what about you two did Sirius take you in?" Dad asked.

"No. Sirius is in Azkaban, they think he betrayed you, that he was the secret keeper and told Voldemort where to find you. They haven't given him a trial, but Harry and I are going to get him one. We just need to capture Peter, he was the one who betrayed you, he's a death eater." I explained.

"Sirius, betray us! He would never! And Peter that DIRTY RAT! We trusted him. Did you go to Remus then or Alice and Frank?" Dad exploded, calming down at the end.

"Uh no we didn't, Remus couldn't take us because of the laws restricting werewolves, and Alice and Frank Longbottom got tortured to insanity by the cruciatus curse. We uh... We went to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's." I said sheepishly.

"WHAT?? PETUNIA!! You were never, NEVER! To go to that horrid woman. It was in our will; we wrote everything down in case anything ever happened to us. Everything was explained in it, the secret keeper, who you were to go to in order of availability, who was getting what valuables and monetary wise. Why wasn't it followed? Was it not read?" Mum shouted, fuming with rage.

"Not that I know of no, I haven't heard of any wills. We will follow it up with Griphook our account manager." I murmured frowning.

"Did they hurt you? Vernon and Petunia? I'll kill them. I don't know how but I will." Mum suddenly fumed.

Harry and I looked at each other not wanting to answer, but knowing not would make it worse, so I nodded at Harry and let him do the talking.

"They hurt us. It was bad, we are getting treatment now, but it could take months of nutrition potion to get us to where we should be. There are going to be some scars that are too deep to get rid of completely, but they will fade. As for our mental health we will work on that as time passes and try and get past what has happened, but I doubt it will be easy. We will get better, we have people who will ensure it, but it will take time." Harry explained.

I could see the fury in our mother and father's eyes.

"Tell me everything they did to you. I want... No need to know." Mum asked Harry.

So, Harry told them, about the abuse, and the neglect we faced on a daily basis.

At the end both of our parents were silent, quietly taking in what had been spoken to them.

"Thank you for telling us, Harry, your mother and I are very proud of you, you withstood all that and are trying to get better, so well done. Now we are going to need some time to calm down but please take us with you when you go." Dad said, fury swirling in his eyes as he took hold of mum's hand.

Harry and I both nodded and took the portrait out of the vault, once again asking Griphook to shrink the painting so I could put it in my bag.

Finally, we all made our way to the last vault in the cart, the Pendragon vault. Which when we got there, we could see was gold and red and had a dragon carved into the door. Its fangs are what Harry and I used to prick our fingers to unlock the door. We listened as the locks of the final vault door clicked open and the doors swung open.

Harry and I made our way into Pendragon vault which started off like all the others, with piles of money, ancient books, magical artifacts, and potion ingredients that were very dragon oriented.

That's when I felt it. A final pull leading me deeper into the vault. I made my way, following the pull with Harry following. There in front of us was a selection of trunks, all which had different eggs in them. I was pulled to an emerald, green scaled trunk. The eggs in the trunk are an earthy brown with green flecks. The egg Harry was pulled to is in a black scaled trunk, with cement coloured eggs in it.

Harry and I are once again waiting patiently for the eggs to hatch. When Harrys eggs creature suddenly hammered its way out, bursting out of the egg. It's a Hungarian Horntail! Pure black in colour, which seems to be an ongoing theme for my brother.

I turned my attention back to my egg and waited, watching as small cracks started to appear, before giving way too much larger cracks, as a small scaly head pushes its way out. The little baby dragon clambers its way out of the crack in the egg breaking it open wider. I looked at it closely and realise it's a Common Welsh Green dragon. It's so cute.

The baby dragon peers at me with emerald eyes, letting out a little roar.

"Hello little one, I don't know what gender you are, but you are definitely being called Emerald either way." I whispered too it, smiling, and reaching out a hand to stroke it.

I scooped the baby dragon up with one arm, the other holding a baby Griffin, I have a Basilisk on one shoulder, a Phoenix on the other, a Occamy on my head, I officially have no more room for familiars, and I didn't even mention the group of bowtruckles that are waiting for me in Hufflepuff vault.

We were going to have to figure something out for when we went shopping later, we needed to go and get some things from Diagon alley, like clothing that fits, some creature supplies now we have all these creatures. I would also like to get all the Hogwarts books early and read them. The trunk shop to get a specialised trunk. I'd also like to find out where to purchase a few house elves, where we were going to live probably had a few but I wanted a few personal ones to help me take care of all of my creatures, perhaps I could ask Griphook where to get them.

Harry and I walked out of the vault and over to Griphook.

"Hey, Griphook, this is Emerald, I figured that name suits either a boy or girl dragon, although if you could tell me which that would be great," I said showing him the baby dragon.

Griphook takes a good look at our dragons.

"Rebecca yours is a girl, Harry yours is a boy." Griphook states.

"Good, I will name him Arian then." Harry said smiling.

"Excellent, let's go back to my office we still have things to discuss." Griphook said, climbing back into the cart.

Harry and I followed him and climbed in; it was a tight squeeze now that we had five familiars each, but we managed. We held tightly onto our familiars, so they didn't fall out of the cart as we rapidly made our way up and through the vaults.

As we made our way back to Griphook's office I though about some of the thing we needed to talk about:

· Our parent's will's

· Sirius's trial

· Contacting our godparents

· New investments

· Buying House elves

· Which property we would be living in

Which is quite an important list of things now that I thought about it. We had lots to discuss, and we still needed to go shopping, although I guess we could wait a day for that and go tomorrow even if I did hate Dudley's old hand me downs.

I am worried about some of the things on the list but me and Harry will deal with it together one step at a time.