Chapter 1

Every time she re-birthed, her knowledge and magic traveled with her. Because of this, her magical core rivaled Merlin's by the time she re-birthed for the fifteenth time. With grace, posture, and memory like no other, Safira could charm anyone into loving her. She had learned French, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, and Latin by the time of her fourteenth rebirth, as well as Ancient Runes and Magical Creatures.

It was…disorienting to be in a womb, she noted as she stretched. Looking at herself, she decided that she was a girl baby, probably at eight or nine months. There was little space in the womb, and she was still growing. From the spells and talks she heard outside, she was in the womb of Dorea…her grandmother in her first life, James' father and a Slytherin and Black. Loving her new mother, she tried to avoid moving too much, just lying in the womb unmoving as she softly patted a side of the womb in a soothing rhythm few would understand. Love you in Morse code.

Dorea Potter cried out in pain as she felt a kicking in her stomach.

"Charlus! I think the baby's coming!" she yelled.

A house elf ran to get a mediwitch as Charlus Potter supported his wife, running with her in his arms.

She opened her eyes for the first time to the light. Wailing, tears streamed down the newborn child's face as Dorea Potter smiled in relief and exhaustion.

"Give her here," she weakly bid, and soon held her baby girl in her arms.

"Shall we name her after the constellations as Black custom?" inquired Charlus even as he jiggled the one-year-old James Potter in his arms. "Look, baby boy, your new sister a day before your birthday. A little present for you!"

"Yes, yes…Corona Potter, our crown, our little jewel," Dorea proudly decided.

Corona smiled happily, gurgling in baby language as she could not speak articulately without scaring the life out of her parents.

She was the younger sister of James Potter by a year, the princess of the Potters, adored and loved. James was extremely protective of Corona, even if she spent most of her time in the vast Potter library learning new and storing it into her eidetic memory. When she was four, she revealed her Metamorphagus, having decided her short hair wasn't growing fast enough. Her parents were flabbergasted, but the five-year-old James didn't notice anything outside of the fact that her hair was very fascinating. Still, she never showed her Parseltongue ability. Talented in wandless magic, Potions, Ancient Runes, and spell creation, she had learned French, Russian, Spanish, German, and Latin in her previous lives, and in this life, she studied other European languages, instinctively knowing that she would most likely need them one day.

Most of her appearances in rebirth never changed much, raven hair, emerald eyes. But this time, she just grew out her hair. Her raven hair stretched to her knees, perfectly beautiful and often braided with flowers from James, which she refused to remove until they fell off. Her eyes, the icy gray-blue of most Blacks, shone with intelligence and love every day, and her voice was melodic and charming. However, this was the first time she learned pureblood etiquette and Dark Arts, having accepted long ago that Dark did not necessarily mean evil. There was no evil and good in magic, there was only intent and focus, as Wingardium Leviosa could very well kill someone, levitating the person over a cliff and dropping it could be an example. Appreciating the vast library, she spent most of her time there, studying and learning as well as understanding the advantages of purebloods.

"I got my Hogwarts letter!" yelled James as he ran through the house, holding his Hogwarts letter tightly in hand. "I got it! I'm going to Hogwarts! Rona, I'm going to Hogwarts!"

"That's great, James! Just don't get into too much trouble, I won't be there to charm you out again," warned Corona, who had charmed him out of trouble multiple times, although she had let him off with a few punishments sometimes so he could learn his lesson. As he nodded quickly, she continued, "You might meet a few strange people there, as well as some others who are not as kind to you. Try to avoid confrontations, and if you ever need to hex someone, do it under the table or in a dark hallway. Don't let them see you, but let them learn a lesson. Don't give them proof, just reason to fear you. And write me every day, James."

Pressing a light kiss onto his cheeks, the small, and more mature, girl returned to her book as James continued cheering for his Hogwarts letter.

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