FAN FICTION AU AND TIME TRAVEL

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Summary

Female Harry Potter (Juniper) wins the war but the cost is too much so she performs a ritual and performs dimension/time travel after much research when she is 24. Her counterpart is Cordelia Faye Black, the daughter of Altair Black and Adelaide Malfoy. Has memories of both the worlds. Lives in France. When Juniper (Harry) seeps into consciousness, she is 14. Born on Beltane. Thus even though she is a girl, she has a high standing among the Blacks. Has gone to Beauxabatons for her first three years. Born on May 1, 1927. Start school in 1938. Goes to Hogwarts in 1942. Meets Tom Riddle. (Romance and power play)

Disclaimer: The characters and the world in the story belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not earning any profit from it.

Note: I have been a fanfiction reader for quite a lot of years before I gave this fic a shot, so if you see any ideas seeping in from other fic writers that I do not openly acknowledge, just let me know and I will add the credits. I have read too many to keep a track of them but I will try my best.

1) The idea of totems belongs to Catsarecool who is writing A Maurader's plan .

2) The basic idea of dimension travel comes from Hollow Thunder, Vital Lightning by Aariya07. You will see quite a few similarities in the first couple of chapters but it diverges after that.

3) Harry was born a girl as Juniper Anastasia Potter. Everything is as it is in canon except for her romances. This is not because I don't read slash or like it. You will see a lot of them in my favorites but because I don't think that I could do justice to that genre and because I want to do this. If you do not like such fics, do not read. Please do not flame. I will welcome criticisms, I know I am not perfect, just don't meaninglessly bash me for nothing.

4) I know Rowling has given a different Black family tree and lineage for Harry Potter in canon but I am using it to my convenience.

For your references

"Talk"

"Thought"

"Parseltongue"

Prologue

Cordelia's POV

She opened her eyes, batted her eyelashes and closed them again. She felt the silk sheets beneath her in her hands and felt a soft mattress underneath. Her eyes snapped open again. Her vision was perfect, she did not require glasses. She glanced down at herself, she was clad in silk pajamas. She carefully got up.

The room was humongous, twice as large as the dormitory in Gryffindor and she was sitting on a Queen sized bed. It was a beautiful room, done in purple, cream and black. One wall of the room was a complete bookshelf and the one opposite to it had two doors. She checked them out. There was a huge bathroom through one, eerily reminding her of the Prefect's bath and the second door led into a walk in closet.

At the head of her bed was a large window, she opened it and found a picturesque view of mountains and by the side, there was a door that led to a balcony. She turned around and noticed the black couches around the bookshelves which surrounded a hearth. The last remaining cinders of the wood were still burning orange in the hearth.

"Cordelia Faye Black" she tested her name on her tongue. She was the daughter of Altair Black and Adelaide Black nee Malfoy. Their images came to her mind. Random facts assaulted her and she picked and chose the ones she needed to know immediately. She was currently in France in the Black Chateau. Her father was a ward master who came to France to apprentice under one and fell in love with her mother and stayed on in France after the completion of the mastery. She attended Beauxabatons because her mother wanted her too and she had turned 14 about 3 months ago.

All her possessions as Juniper had been added to the life of the counterpart, including the invisibility cloak and all the books and clothes. She cracked a smile, the beauty of parselmagic.

She entered the bathroom and her eyes fell on the 'floor to ceiling' mirror. She was way taller than June had been when she was 14. She had ivory skin, red lips and long, silky and wavy Black hair that went past her waist. She looked pretty much the same but somehow more delicate, refined, aristocratic. She looked taken care of. She looked more similar to her 24 year old self, albeit a lot younger. The Black features were very prominent except for her glowing green eyes.

She kept taking notes of the facts that came to the front of her mind and decided to take a quick bath.

She dressed herself in a plain silk robe as she was ruminating on her family.

She stepped out in the room to approach the hearth when the door to her chambers swung open slowly.

"Corrie dear, how are you feeling? Are you still sick?" Adelaide Black's soft voice asked. 'Corrie' was overwhelmed with the rush of love she felt for the women in front of her, her mother in this dimension. "Sick! Of course, this body must have also felt the lash of the pain that the ritual promised." Cordelia quickly thought though her face betrayed nothing. "I am absolutely fine now, mother." Her voice sounding too soft. She realized a moment later that she sounded like Adelaide Malfoy, her mother. She obviously had traits from both her parents of this dimension. It just must be one of that.

Her mother looked doubtful. She almost gilded over to him. He walk was very graceful. Cordelia found herself pinned with a gaze over her visage. Adelaide gently touched Cordelia's forehead and Cordelia basked in the warmth that her hand offered. An overwhelming wave of affection towards the woman assaulted her again. No, she was not just a woman but her mother. She quickly reminded herself.

"Your fever seems to have come down, but come along. Healer De Blanc must be on his way." Her mother tugged on her hand and pulled her along to wherever she was taking her. The two of them walked along a lavish corridor.

"Healer De Blanc, their family healer." He seemed to dote on her. In fact, everybody dotted on her. This felt serene. She couldn't help but smile blissfully.

She found herself in the family parlor. It was ostentatious but still homey.

She turned to her mother after feeling a bit guilty for worrying her, "I am okay, mother. It does not hurt anymore and there is no need to pull Healer De Blanc from his work ..." But she was cut off very adamantly, "Nonsense, I will have nothing befall my precious daughter."

Suddenly, the fireplace flared green and a tall man stepped out of it. He had brown hair which were graying here and there and he had a small smirk tugging at his lips. Cordelia did not even bat an eyelash at the familiar expression. All purebloods had their own versions of the smirk or a smug smile.

"You gave your mother quite a bit of scare, Cordelia. And dare I say, it worried me and Antony as well." He spoke in a different language. Corrie realized that it was French and that she understood it perfectly.

"I do not see the reason to worry, Healer De Blanc. I feel normal. The pain was fleeting at the most." She replied back in French. Her counterpart was quiet but naturally charismatic and charming.

"I will be the judge of that. May I, Madame Black?" He gave an inquiring look to her mother.

She nodded.

He gestured for Cordelia to sit on the squishy armchair. He cast many diagnostic charms and refrained from touching her too much.

"Nothing seems to be remiss. Everything is as it is supposed to be. This is a bit unnerving but I cannot pinpoint the cause of the pain." He looked worried, then he looked directly at her in the eyes, "Cordelia, I cannot emphasize the importance of you immediately letting me know if such an incident of pain occurs. I will research but since we do not know the cause, it is better to be very alert and prompt rather than having to regret it later. I know you have a habit of downplaying things by thinking that you are being bothersome but this is not to be taken lightly."

"I will, Healer De Blanc." She gave him a small assuring smile. Her soft voice tinkling.

"Rest assured, I will make sure that she does." Her mother looked worried.

"Mother, I am perfectly fine. Healer De Blanc has a habit of sounding ominous. That is not to say that I would not be cautious, but Healer De Blanc, you best reassure my mother of my sound health, lest she worries herself more than is necessary." She quietly requested to the Healer in her soft, musical voice.

Healer De Blanc and her mother both chuckled at the layered demand in her request.

"Miss Black, as she put forth, is perfectly fine. I merely advised to be alert so as to be cautious. I do not see any cause of worry." The Healer finally gave his acquiescence.

He left through the fireplace.

"Get Ready Darling, remember we are heading to London! Your father and I will be waiting in the dining hall." Her mother beamed.

"Yes mother. I remember, how could I forget that Cousin Lucretia is coming of age?" Cordelia beamed back. The answer coming to her.

She trailed off to her room, remembering the way from her counterpart's memories.

She realized that the year was 1942 and that Voldemort was still Tom Riddle and attending Hogwarts and would start his 4th year. That was good, that was what she had intended. But she was attending Beauxabatons . That would not do now, especially since she had seeped in the body. She needed to convince her parents of this dimension to let her attend Hogwarts. Her father would not oppose it. He had always wanted her to attend that school. Her mother spoiled her rotten. She felt a bit bad but decided to cash on that. She would not be denied attending Hogwarts.

She realized with a start that the time was not kind to women in general but even then everybody loved and adored her. She was given much leeway because she was a powerful child who was born on Beltane with magical reserves double the size of most wizards in their prime and they had only grown since. She had been blessed with the tongue of serpents in her first year as a baby. Cordelia was glad, she would have missed parseltongue.

She was also very adept at family magic. That was new, not something that was a part of the dimension that she came from. The old families had totems, seemed to be made of molten metals but were actually pure magic and they were partial to her presence.

If her counterpart's memories were anything to go by, she would witness the Black totem tonight. Nonetheless, she was adored for her ethereal looks and perfect and advanced magical prowess. She had already read and practiced the school curriculum up to the NEWTs. Her father had even started teaching her a bit of warding which she had picked easily considering her talent in runes and Arithmancy. On top of it, she knew everything that she had learned as Juniper Potter. She may very well ace the school. She decided to arrange the memories after the visit to London. It was a good thing that Potter had mastered the art of Occulumency post war to deal with the nightmares and that Cordelia had been no slouch and practiced the mind arts as well. She shook herself out of her thoughts and entered her enormous wardrobe and picked out an evening gown of Cobalt Blue with some platinum jewelry. It accentuated her ivory skin nicely. Apparently her counterpart, unlike Juniper, paid attention to the clothes she wore as well. It hugged her bodice on top nicely before flaring down a bit. She wore a serpent shaped bracelet in her hands that had Sapphires for eyes and sapphire earrings and a choker in her neck.

After taking care of her appearance, she made way to the dining hall where her father and mother were already seated.

"Cordelia. You look stunning." Her father smiled at her, getting up and planting a kiss on her forehead, "I do hope you are feeling better now, I was called on urgently by the Ministry and only returned a few minutes ago. Your mother filled me in."

"I am fine, Father." She blushed.

"Come sit." Her mother smiled, she was herself dressed in an exquisite gown.

They were eating breakfast quietly as was the usual routine when she interrupted, "Mother, Father, I wish to request something."

They both gave her questioning looks. It must be important if she was bringing it up. Though charming and witty, Cordelia preferred the quiet.

"I wish to attend Hogwarts from this year." She looked them right in the eye and stated determinedly.

"Are you unhappy at Beauxabatons, Dear?" Her mother raised a delicate brow.

"No mother, I am quite partial to it, in fact. But Hogwarts, it is just that all my cousins attend there and I have heard a lot about it from Father and them." She explained politely but passionately.

"What brought this on now? Why not earlier?" Her father asked. He was genuinely curious and not discouraging in any manner.

"I guess I did not want to be a bother." She lightly shrugged and said in a small voice. Looking down at her plate to avoid eye contact.

Her mother grasped her hand indignantly, "You, my dear, can never be any bother." Then she smiled indulgently, "In fact, those who know you well would claim that you are incapable of it."

"I will owl the school once we reach London." Her father smiled at her, "You know I have always wanted you to attend Hogwarts."

They Flooed to the Black manor which was the Black ancestral home. It housed the head of house, who was his father's elder brother Arcturus Black. He had three kids; Orion, the Black heir and Sirius' father in the other dimension who was the same age as Cordelia; Dorea, Juniper's grandmother in the other dimension who was two year older than Cordelia and Alphard, Sirius' favorite uncle who was a year younger than Cordelia.

(Refer to my author page for a detailed family background).

The other branch of family that would be present had two girls and one boy. Lucretia was turning 17 and was Sirius' first aunt, Walburga was Sirius' banshee mother who was a year older than Cordelia and Cygnus, who was not in school but had recently turned 10. They lived at Number 12 Grimmauld place.

In fact, it was just her parents who perhaps had not felt the need to have a male wondered why that was.

A house elf greeted them," Welcome Master and Mistress! Willy welcomes you to the Black Manor . Everyone is in the family ritual room."

There would be the ritual where family magic would bless Lucretia followed by a quiet family luncheon followed by a society gala in the evening with every pureblood worth its dime in attendance.

She realized her counterpart despite being a Black was not bigoted but she did enjoy the society gala. It allowed her to study and observe people.

She entered the Ritual room after thanking the elf, trailing behind her parents. She noticed everyone look at her appreciatively. She just smirked inwardly.

Orion and Alphard and both her uncles came and kissed her knuckles and she curtsied back diligently. When Cygnus came, he looked so adorable that she gathered him in a hug and tussled his hair a bit, "You grow more adorable and handsome as the time passes, cousin. " She teased.

Apparently, she got along well with all the males and Dorea. She was on cordial terms with Lucretia. It was just Walburga whose company wasn't much liked by her. All the elders liked her as well as she was the little Miss 'perfect' Black. Out of her two aunts in attendance today, Ariel was good natured and though Cassiopeia was a bit like Walburga, she was the better version of it. Arcturus and Pollux both respected her, because of her sheer magical strength and beauty. Her beauty, she internally sighed. Her beauty was apparently the talk of the entire magical world. She was considered the most beautiful girl to ever walk the halls of the palace of Beauxabatons, and considering Beauxabatons held several generations of Veela as students, she was really considered unique.
People were automatically attracted to her, enchanted with her, without her even speaking a word. It was at times compared to a Veela's allure. However she had dark hair, black as a raven, the typical Black feature and of course, no Black would resort to marrying a magical creature.

She shook herself out of thoughts when her uncle asked everyone to create the ceremonial circle. She placed herself in her position, beaming at her aunts. Arcturus and Lucretia stood in the middle.

"By swearing on the Black Family motto, Toujours pur, I invoke the family totem,

By swearing on mother magic, both dark and light, I invoke the family totem,

On the occasion of coming of age of the daughter of the house of Black, I invoke the family totem and request it to bless the daughter. So mote it be." Arcturus Black spoke clearly, then muttered softly, "Familus Magicus."

"Familus Magicus," all intoned softly.

A Runespoor appeared out of nowhere but everybody was surprised when instead of going to Arcturus, it appeared before Cordelia. It bowed all its head in respect, "What would the mistress want us to do?"

"You honor me by giving me a title I do not beget! I would have you do nothing, my great serpent. It is my uncle who invoked you. It is my sister's coming of age, she needs your blessing." She responded back softly in parseltongue.

Involuntary shudders went around the room.

"As you wish, my lady, but the blessing would be stronger if you could bestow it with blood on her along with me." The totem responded.

"As you advice, my dear serpent." She curtsied to it. It began to climb on her dress and wrapped itself around her torso with its three heads coming from behind the shoulder.

"Your Naga gift has shown itself." Her father said it as a statement.

"It seems so." She said lightly," My apologies Uncle but it seems that the totem could not resist the presence of a speaker. It wished to convey a message." She looked at him expectantly.

Everyone was looking at her contemplatively.

Arcturus nodded.

"He wishes to give her a blood blessing, with me as the invoker." She said carefully, looking at their expressions.

Everyone gasped.

"Why should we believe you?" Walburga sneered.

The Runespoor hissed at her menacingly.

"Careful Cousin, the magic does not approve of your doubt." She said calmly, without rising to the bait.

"Stay put Walburga. This is not a matter for you to meddle in." Arcturus snapped. Pollux looked at his daughter disapprovingly.

"Mother, Father, it will not harm me. May I?" She reassured them and asked for permission.

Adelaide looked a bit worried before it but one look at Cordelia's confident countenance and her husband's visage had her convinced and she nodded.

Cordelia approached the dais. She chanted a few phrases in Latin and taking the ritual dagger made a tiny cut on the tip of her small finger and let two small drops drop down to the ritual bowl which caught a red fire and turned into a swirl of magic and went inside Lucretia's heart. The Runespoor flew and flicked his tongue over Lucretia's Head, bowed to Cordelia, swirled around her and disappeared in a swirl of magic.

Cordelia's eyes glowed green for a while. Then, they were a swirl of colors before glowing green with power once more and slowly returned back to normal.

She curtsied to Arcturus and then murmured to Lucretia, "Congratulations, cousin," and then returned to her place by her parents' side. Her face was glowing but her expressions were composed.

Everyone else looked dazed.

Arcturus Black chanted, " Lucretia, the daughter of the House of Black, you have been thus blessed by the family totem, may you always bring honor to the family motto. Toujours pur."

"Toujours pur!" The rest of family murmured back.

The fire around the ritual bowl died down.

Everyone relaxed and at once looked at Cordelia.

Her mask betrayed nothing but she leaned towards her parents and her mother quickly had her locked in an embrace.

"Cordelia dear, I must thank you for blessing my daughter as such." Pollux said formally.

"And I must request you Uncle to not put me on a pedestal, I did what family magic advised me was prudent." She replied with a small, shy smile.

"Nonetheless, it was a feat worth lauding. Considering your family magic affinity, I think it is prudent to disclose that you may end up as the Lady Black and the Heir apparent instead of Orion." Arcturus said without any venom in his voice.

"As much as I loved being able to converse with the great serpent, I believe the honor of bearing the family name should be cousin Orion's. It is not fair to him to be stripped off the title on my account. I simply am not worthy enough to…"

"Nonsense, cousin. If you are thinking that I might be envious of you, then you fail to see the affection that I bear for you. You are more powerful. We must do what benefits the family most. It is not like I am being thrown out and I am but a couple of months older than you in the physical sense. You far outsmart me in any other sphere. It is in favor of family, even the familial magic dictated so." Orion said bashfully.

"Hear, Hear." Alphard smiled.

"Dear, what have I told you? You must never be so modest about your great gifts. To think that one of our lines has been blessed with Salazar's tongue." Cassiopeia Black fussed over her.

"Parseltongue is a fairly common trait among the colonies, my dear aunt. Indians and Greeks specifically have an affinity to it. It is rare but not all together unique." Cordelia corrected her aunt, still not doing away with her small smile. She noted that all the Slytherins still going school had a sort of tension in their shoulders. "They must be thinking of Riddle," she thought. "He must have bound them in an oath of sorts otherwise they would have revealed his status to the family,"she realized.

Dorea chuckled lightly, "You dear sister, never fail to be charming and yet have the foremost knowledge of everything."

"This does not leave the family. It is an honor, whether you take it so or not Cordelia, but an appropriate time to reveal certain truths is to be kept in mind. I leave the decision on you Cordelia, about when you feel safe enough to reveal abilities since you have always demonstrated that you have a good head on your shoulder. But I must ask you, all of you to be cautious. We do not want you to come under Grindelwald's radar. He may be a 'dark' lord but mindless killing and forceful propaganda is not helping the cause of dark side in anyway. We will refrain from being active in his shenanigans. Is that clear?" Arcturus instructed everyone.

Everyone nodded solemnly. Walburga may not like her, but even she bowed down to the head of house and pure logic.

It wasn't until late in the party that she heard the name Riddle again. Her cousin Abraxas (from her mother's side) and Orion were whispering furiously. She collected that they had sent Riddle an invitation and that he could not make it due to his accommodations. She could not hear more as her father pulled her aside to inform her about her acceptance in Hogwarts. She was surprised but apparently her immaculate academic record was enough. Though she was sure that the names of Black and Malfoy carried a lot of weight as well.

She grinned. She was on the other side of the spectrum now, a dark witch, born out of two families that she thought were bigoted fools. She realized that wasn't so. They were tender when they should be. They loved and cared too. Truthfully, Orion wasn't all that bad. Sure, a bit pompous and snobbish but that came with the money and social standing they had. And even she was a snob by those standards. The ill will towards muggleborns was for them being responsible for accosting the wizarding traditions, Samhain, Yule, Beltane etc.

In fact, it was the light that was bring oppressive by trying to ban an entire faction of magic called the dark arts. Cordelia was not naive. As Juniper, she had realized that a lot of magic was dependent on intent. Dark was not evil, it was just hard to control and not everyone could manage that. So, people were trying to label it bad by just equating it with evil.

Well, she would take the wizarding world by storm.

It was late in the night when she reflected on the Riddle situation, lying in between her silk sheets. Her conclusions raised in her mind.

He was a boy her age, in a way, younger than her since she was 24 when she did the dimension travel. Physically she might be 14, but she was 24 mentally. Riddle had not done anything that she could blame him for. He was not Voldemort.

There was a war in muggle Britain, a world war and Riddle…Tom was forced to live in an orphanage. Church was very powerful and wizardry was considered unnatural. He may be ostracized, even exorcised and what not. The possibilities were endless. An abandoned lonely child. Did Dumbledore not see that? Of course he did not. He was never too attentive about the individual needs. He had to protect his image by continuously opposing dark, repenting for his sins with Grindelwald. It was likely that an 11 year old kid from a muggle orphanage became his punching bag. It was perhaps Dumbledore who created Voldemort, just like he created 'the girl who lived' and 'the chosen one'.

She would give Riddle a chance, a real one. She would pull him back, because she in a way, understood. With that thought, sleep embraced her.

This is an edited version of the chapter. It is not perfect, but it will have to do. I will be doing something similar for all chapters in the coming weeks so, be patient.

A/N: This is for all the people who shy away from Mary Sues. I know it appears like one and to be honest, I thought Cordelia would be one. But she is not a typical Mary Sue. She has issues that range from anger to stubbornness to a lot of different things that appear later in the story. She will struggle, she will falter, she will cry and she is going to be a human just as much she will try to maintain the façade of perfection. Just wait till you have read all interludes before you pass judgement on her characterization. It is a story and it has some suspense and mystery. If I reveal everything in one chapter, that would be a ghastly summary. The pace should be natural.

So, before you leave me any ghastly review about my character being a cardboard cutout, consider this note.

I welcome criticisms as long as they are justified. I take them into account very seriously. In fact, the idea of interludes came from one person who suggested that I needed more back story for Juniper.