This is most definitely not canon. Harry Potter isn't the Boy-Who-Lived, actually it's the Girl-Who-Lived instead but, she isn't actually a Potter. The OC was however taken in by the Potters after her parents death, only for them and Harry to be killed. Since Dumbledore thought it was a good idea, the OC took Harry's place at the Dursley's. Some other things will also be changed to accompany this of course, or it wouldn't work. I've always thought that Dumbledore was too trigger happy and willing to let those around him die for his greater good so we'll be exploring that in this story.

This story is also posted on AO3 ( ) and Wattpad under the same username if you would like to read it on there. I mainly post first on AO3 anyway so if you want to get the chapter first then I would go there.

Credit to Amara22 from AO3 who's work has inspired me to keep working on my story. It was brought to my attention a few chapters into my story that my story and hers were similar so I went to read it and let me tell you, IT IS AMAZING! I feel happy to know that there is another person in this world who despises certain characters or their actions like me😌 Since it is so similar, I will however strive to make my story have different elements to her. Please do not think I am stealing her work because I would never. I would rather stop writing forever than steal a fellow writers story. GO CHECK OUT HER WORK THOUGH! It is awesome😌😌


Assyria really, really should have seen this coming. Agreeing to tutor Neville with the help of Draco in Potions was them basically asking for something to go wrong. Neville was wiz at Herbology but he could just look at a potion and it would go wrong. However, he was her brother so she'd help him. After the war, it seemed like only Neville, Luna and Draco understood her. Assyria couldn't understand how the other thirds of the Golden Trio continued on with their lives, like they hadn't spent the past 7 years trying to survive in a war where trouble constantly found them.

Please...

That's why while Hermione and Ron continued on with their lives, she had gotten a new family. She still cared for them deeply but the truth was, she felt they didn't understand her anymore. Neville, Luna and surprisingly Draco understood her more than Ron and Hermione ever did. They had all lost people to this war, to that madman and we couldn't understand why everyone went on pretending like it didn't happen. Draco lost his father with his mother succumbing to her grief and his family reputation, Neville already lost his parents and many friends, Luna just wanted someone to be there for her but everyone had written her off as a crazy, aloof girl and Assyria, well she felt like she didn't know who she was anymore. She had always been the strength in the Golden Trio. The loyal one. The one who was always there when there was a fight, always there to protect them and now, she just didn't know. They were all there for each other, while the Wizarding World continued on like nothing happened, they held each other together. They blood adopted each other as siblings but all decided to carry Assyria's last name.

Luna and Draco's hair while still blonde, now had streaks of raven coloured hair in it. They both still had their grey-blue eyes but it now had flecks of violet in them. Neville's hair stayed the same colour except he now had streaks of blonde and auburn undertones that could only be seen in the sun. He usually kept his hair tied in a ponytail at the base of his neck. He unlike their brother and sister had pure violet eyes now. Assyria's dark, wavy midthigh hair now had blonde highlights and her purely violet eyes now had flecks of blue in them. Their family was unconventional but they had each others back. They trained. Assyria taught them everything she knew about duelling. Knives, daggers, swords to wandless and wordless magic. They were a force to be reckoned with and would not be caught off guard if the remaining Death Eaters attempted another uprise even if Voldemort was dead. Despite all the training they did, Neville still couldn't brew a potion worth a damn.

Anyways back to the fact that after a potions accident that always seemed to followed Neville everywhere, Assyria found herself sprawled out on an unfamiliar bed, her siblings knocked out on the floor around her with a Sirius Black lookalike standing over her. At first, she thought it was Sirius until she saw the green and silver. Yeah, Sirius would never. This must be Regulus Black, Sirius' little brother. The Regulus Black that should be dead. He was looking pretty well for a dead person. Assyria's eyes roamed over his body. Definitely looking well.

"I must be dead if you're here," She mused. "Although admittedly, I did not think that my afterlife would look like a Slytherin boys dorm room."

His grey eyes looked at her with an uimpressed but otherwise confused expression like as if he wasn't sure whether to think she was crazy or he himself was. Assyria was accustomed to people giving her the exact same expression in her time, when she did something unbecoming of an Emrys Head of House and one third of the Golden Trio. Those people could promptly kiss her ass though, if she was being honest. Being someone of importance could be draining after awhile.

"You're not dead. I would like to know how you appeared in my bed and how the rest of them appeared aswell?" Very pureblood of you to ask, thanks.

Assyria had two options. She could either lie to his face or mess with time. Messing with time could be dangerous. People could die or not be born... Let's do it. Maybe if she tried hard enough, Cho Chang wouldn't be born. Psychotic bully.

"Well if you must know, me and my brother were working on a potion." She pointed to the raven-haired boy on the floor. "Me and my other brother are tutoring him you see. I turn around for one minute only for the potion to explode. I blacked out and find myself in your room and on your bed. My sister was also there so she must have been hit with the blast."

Regulus rolled his eyes. "You don't really think I'd believe a made up story like that, do you?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Believe what you want but, considering the fact that where I come from Regulus Arcturus Black is very much dead. There are only two options. I'm dead or in the past and believe me, none of those options sound appealing to me." She said. "However, this is most definitely not the weirdest shit to have happened to me."

Hearing that he's dead seemed to get a reaction out of him. She broke his pureblood mask. Assyria was feeling a little smug about that. Regulus looked beyond shock as though not sure if I was telling the truth or just pulling his leg like any sane person would joke about death. After facing Voldemort, finding out her true heritage and what she was, this is not on the list of craziest things to happen in Assyria's life.

"The past?"

"Yes as in I'm from the future." She said. "What year is it by the way?"

"It's nineteen seventy-five. September 1st." Regulus bit out, still slightly shocked.

"I won't even be born for about five more years. My parents probably haven't even met yet. This is great although, I'm not exactly fond of looking fifteen years old again." She looked down at her body and could see noticeable changes. Looking at her siblings, she found they also looked younger.

The youngest and from what I heard, favourite son of Walburga and Orion Black narrowed his eyes; clearly still unsure of whether or not she was telling the truth or just another Slytherin fan girl trying to bag the Black heir.

"What's your name?"

"Assyria. Assyria Emrys"

She watched as his eyes widened in shock. Use to this reaction, she waited for the outburst that usually came with introducing herself.

"Emrys? That family line died out years ago."

"It has been remade." Assyria smirked and grey eyes widened.

After the initial shock, Assyria sat and watched as Regulus went over the new information in his head. He was a true Slytherin. No brash decisions unlike their Gryffindor counterparts and definitely no willingness to trust so easily. She knew that she was lucky that he hadn't asked for a Vow or had access to Veritaserum. Although being a Black, maybe he did have access. Assyria didn't care much for what he would do to her; she could easily stun him and leave if she wanted to and at this moment, she did not.

"Still that doesn't explain how you ended up in my bed?" Regulus broke through my thoughts. I can see that he is still thinking about the fact that he is dead in my time. The future was definitely not sunshine and rainbows for Regulus if he was already dead.

"That part I don't know," She said. "I just woke up and saw you." Assyria always did think that she had rotten luck. Why couldn't they be transported to a place with no witnesses? How about Fate leaving her family alone altogether?

Assyria saw a flicker of curiosity flash through Regulus' grey eyes. He wants to know about the future. She would be more scared if he wasn't curious about what happened to him in the future. He would die an unsung hero. Someone who had been instrumental in defeating the Dark Lord but received no recognition at all. Regulus Black showed that Death Eaters did have the potential to change. They had the potential to have a change of heart in the sense.

They're interrupted from their talking by the sounds of groaning and colourful words being thrown around. "Thanks Nev. You really out did yourself this time." Draco said sarcastically, holding his head and glaring at their brother. Luna just sat there, a dreamy look on her face as she stared at their surroundings.

"Sorry Dray. I really did try this time."

Draco rolled his eyes but smiled at him to show he wasn't actually angry. "It's fine Nev. Just leave the potion making to me and Ri, ok?"

They finally looked up and saw Regulus standing there. Eyes widened when they saw him which then turned to look at her. "Dray, Nev, Luns meet Regulus Black. Regulus, these are my siblings; Neville, Draco and Luna."

Greetings and smiles were offered which Regulus responded to with a curt nod to each of them. Unsure with how to proceed, there was a few moments of silence before Luna opened her mouth and said, "We can change things now."

The group stared at her for a few moments before asking, "Change what?"

"Things that were once can be no more. Lives that were lost can be restored." The siblings all looked at each other, almost as if they were having a secret conversation with each other. They nodded before looking at Regulus. "It seems we need to leave." They said.

Flicking their wrist, strong notice-me-not charms were placed on the siblings. He gaped at their casual show of power but couldn't dwell on it long before a wand was pointed at him by the small blonde girl who didn't seem to be all there. She had a dreamy look on her face and Regulus wondered if she was okay or just lost in the head.

"Obliviate."

The siblings left immediately, apparating to Gringotts. They had a chance to change the war and they all knew they would take that chance. People who didn't live long enough would now have their chance. They were also thinking about how much they liked Regulus Black but, knew it was for the best. No one could know that they were from the future.