It was complicated to think of herself as anything other than Toni - even though she should've been getting used to being called Walburga. But she had spent half her life hating her real name (it constantly changed from Antoinette to Antonia, depending on which one of her parents liked her better that day). For some reason, the name Morgana had appealed to her in a way none had ever been before - which was why she was adamant about making it official before the sexist, backward system that was the Wizarding World would try to stop her. So when Kreacher told her she should ask her "husband" to accompany her, she was quick to convince him to transfigure her a modern outfit and to wear a velvet green cloak and to take her to run her errands. She didn't like his shocked face once she told him she wanted to buy her own things - he was too used to being the primary caretaker of the household.
He wasn't overjoyed about sharing his duties with other house elves since he thought his Mistress would want to get rid of him if some elf pleases her better.
She didn't know how she could reassure him; but she had seen and read the love Kreacher had towards the original Walburga - that level of dedication reminded her of JARVIS and FRIDAY. She promised herself she would take better care of him, especially since he might be around in the future if she didn't have the opportunity to change the timeline concerning a bothersome Voldemort.
At least, she was the Lady of the House Black, which meant she could hinder some of his plans. Arcturus had been too young to retire as Lord, which might have been a ploy. After all, Orion was dependent on some of his wife's decisions - the latter being a fanatic of the pureblood ideology and would have pushed every member of her family to join the genocidal mad-man. Now, she could dishonor each member of their House who would think it was a good idea to follow some unknown wizard to decimate and kill muggles and muggleborns. Since Bellatrix and Narcissa weren't married yet, she could even put a clause in their marriage contracts forbidding them and their spouses from joining the Dark Lord - or live with the consequences of a dissolved union and being blasted off the family tapestry.
Which reminded her that Nymphadora Tonks was supposed to be born by now since it was 1973 - she didn't have any idea about the relation that Walburga and Andromeda had, but since the latter had gotten married to Ted Tonks, it was easy to guess that hateful words might have been exchanged between them.
First things first, she needed to get to Gringotts. Aside from her errands, she had an inkling that she might need to take an inheritance test. She had been born a Black and her mother was a Crabbe, but she was aware that her appearance in this dimension was not random and that some of her answers might be found with the Goblins. They were attuned with their Magic - so they might know exactly what had happened to her.
She had expected to be blown away by Diagon Alley - but she hadn't expected to be swept away by the bank's architecture. She was aware of magic and runes, which would help wizards and magical creatures alike to protect their structures, as weird as they could be. She tried not to think about the mathematics and the discrepancies she kept seeing around her and just walked into Gringotts. As soon as she put her feet in, a goblin left a backroom and walked towards her, sneering at her outfit.
"Lady Black, for some...reason, King Ragnok wants to waste his precious time speaking with bigoted wizards," he started. "Follow me."
It was clear that Walburga had made enemies from them - it was better to show how different she had become, if only she needed them to believe her concerning the body exchange and Walburga's death.
The King's office was impressive, reminding her of Pepper and Stark Industries; which prompted her to hold her aching heart. Toni tried not to think about everyone and everything she left behind : it would only bring her sadness and despair. She kept received hateful glares while waiting patiently before the Monarch deigned to join her and offer her some of her time.
She almost jumped from her skin when she saw him appear out of nowhere and get seated in his velvety couch.
"Walburga Black. Antonia Stark. Or shall I call you Morgana ?," he asked her to everyone's bewilderment.
The brunette took a deep breath and tried to smile, even though it looked more like she was choking on her own spit. "I was actually here to take an inheritance test...and request a name change within the bank before doing it at the Ministry," she said.
Goblins were business-people and even though they had halted their wars and their fight, their spirit had been interested and attracted to the ruthless world of people's wealth. Toni had never understood the hatred and disdain the wizards had against them : they fought against each other for millennia and Goblins were more efficient in the battlefield. They had certainly not forgotten their glory days. Unlike others, Toni knew how important it was to have the right contacts and how essential the Goblins were for everyday life (which prompted a little idea in the back of her mind).
"I will need a few drops of your blood," explained the King. "Drop them in this parchment and we'll have to wait for a few seconds for your lineage and your ladyship to appear."
His smile was unsettling : like he was already aware of how the evening would go. She didn't like to go blindly into some sort of task - but she didn't have any other choice but to accept each one of their decisions before she got used to this new life. Instead of taking the knife he was handing her, she took a dagger from her personal pouch and cut the palm of her hands, hoping it would be enough. From the looks of things, the Goblins had not expected her reaction, aside from the King who seemed strangely happy about what was happening around him.
Instantly, magic did its deed and the parchment started revealing most of her secrets. Before he gave it to her, he read some of the entries and his eyes widened before sitting up and changing his demeanor from laid-back to respectful. "It seems you will be Lady Le Fay from now on."
Hold up.
She didn't know who sent her here and how she ended up being saddled with those responsibilities, but it wasn't a coincidence if her heart and brain had settled on the name Morgana while Magic wanted her to revive a dead line of powerful witches and wizards.
"I will take the Ladyship ring," she informed them. "Might I have the heirship ring for my youngest? If Sirius is to inherit the Black Lordship, Reggie should be allowed to have a choice concerning his future."
From some looks of complete bewilderment, Morgana guessed that Walburga would have never cared about her kids in this manner. Furthermore, she would have never approved of her eldest son inheriting while he had been sorted in Gryffindor. Well, too bad, it just turns out that a certain Iron Maiden was quite fond of red and gold.
"We're not done here," informed her the King. "I don't usually have the honor of meeting transdimensional heroes, especially one such as you, but I have been tasked with giving you this..."key"."
From there, they took her to her first vault. She was glad to see that the "Le Fay" family had stayed rich throughout the centuries, even though no claimant had really come forth. The second vault was a bit different : there were no jewels and no gold, just some elegant boxes. The witch walked towards them and opened a few before gasping for surprise : hundreds and hundreds of documents, specs for her Iron Maiden armor and her arc reactor, the formula for Extremis, her Starknium element...
And the Infinity Stones.
Morgana gulped and took the box adorned with six jewels before sighing. They were a reminder of her past life and her suffering, and she wasn't sure she was ready to deal with something like this right away. From the moment she had first opened her eyes, she hadn't had a moment to just sit down and think of what she would do. She was sure her family might not accept her terms, but she needed to discuss them at least. She wouldn't stay with Sirius and Regulus while they were terrified of her - no, she wore the face of their abuser and if asked of her, she would move to the other side of the world so they would never have to bother with her again.
"Can you contact the Head Goblin Manager for the Black account ?," she inquired. "I would like him to get in touch with Lord Black and discuss our divorce or dissolution of marriage. And...custody of course."
Morgana tried not to think about the looks sent to her by the Magical creatures while she was leaving the Bank. She was aware that she was completely destroying the timeline, in particular if she broke her ties with the Black family - but she needed to retain some of her responsibilities as the Lady if she wanted to bargain with the Black sisters (and bring Andromeda back to the fold without anyone killing each other). At least, Nymphadora might shut them up once she shows them the resurgence of some of their forgotten family magic.
Madame Malkins had been pleasantly scandalized by the sketches Kreacher had sent to her before they had left 12 Grimmauld Place. At least, she had been over the moon about her measurements and had assured her of her rejuvenated beauty and her slim and slender hourglass body.
She only had one more thing to do before getting involved with less important matters : a new wand. Since hers had exploded in her face, recognizing instantly that she wasn't its Mistress, she was aware that she would need to purchase a new one. The issue was Ollivander - she could not trust him for the life of her. She didn't know if it was his eerie personality from the books and movies or his friendship with Hogwarts Headmaster, but she wouldn't buy her new wand from him.
Gregorovitch was too far - and she didn't feel comfortable traveling without means to protect herself, especially since she was aware of how much Dumbledore liked to control people's lives. The presence of the esteemed and prejudiced Walburga Black with the same wandmaker that had met Grindelwald might just start tongues rolling. For some reason, she was sure that he had fostered the hatred Sirius had for his own family and upbringing, nonwithstanding his mother's abuse. How else would he just...abandon his brother?
From this day, Walburga Black was dead.
Antonia Stark was dead.
Morgana Le Fay II was born - and she needed a wand as powerful and fitting as her new name.