+pairing(s):Orion Black III/selene Peverell (Harry Potter), Arcturus black II/melania black, ignatius prewett/Lucretia black, one-sided Walburga black/Orian black III. Setting: Time travel, post-Order of ther Phoenix warning:Alternate universe; fem!Harry Potter; pureblood Harry Potter; time travel; bashing Walburga black; mild language.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters from J.K Rowling except for my essays. I would also like to give some credit to Eye Greater than Three as the plotline of a fem- harry Potter going back in time is based on her story wish upon a star.

Tonjour's Pur

chapter 1

Grace Selene Potter was hiding in a dusty room that looks like it hadn't been cleaned in year at number 12 grimmauld place. she was curled in a ball on the bed,crying. her godfather, Sirius Black, had died just a week ago. She couldn't believe he was gone forever. Sirius was the closest thing she had to family and one of the last few connections she had to her parents. She took a deep shuddering breath, and she choked back a sob as she tried to stop herself from crying. She wondered, why him?

Staring across the bed to the photo sitting on the nightstand of two young boys hugging each other in front of a fire place. One with curled jet black hair and blue eyes, she knew it was sirius. The other boy had shorted slightly staighter hair that was shorter than the other boy and grey eyes. A few more tears slid down her face.

She closed her eyes and wished with all her heart and soul that she could save sirius. Grace was so tired that she just slipped into a dreamless sleep of seeing her parents and Sirius together waving at her. Unknown to her that magic had heard her plea and was preparing to grant the girls wish.

When grace awoke from her sleep, she was well rested. A moment later, she felt something pointy peing pressed to her throut. She opened her emerald eyes to find herself staring at the ends of four wands that were pointed at her. The owner of these wands was a middle aged couple, a teenage wizard and a teenage witch probably his sister, grace thought.

"Who are you and where are you from?" demanded the middle aged wizard, his grey eyes where narrowed, making them look like steel, at Grace as he watched the teenager. His wand was the one digging into Grace's throut.

Grace frowned at the questions,'where was she from?' that made no sense. she was from england, but sppecificallly she was from number 12 Grimmauld Place in London.

The middle aged witch glared at who selene presumed was her husband before turning her kind blue eyes back to her. They looked just like sirius eyes. " We know your not from our time", she said softly "what year are you from?"

"What do you mean" Grace looked around as she tried to figure out where she was. She could have swore that she had just fell asleep. she also knew that only the order and a few certain people were allowed access to Grimmauld Place as it was under the Fidellius charm with Dumbledore as secret keeper. So who were these people standing in front of her.

"We know your not from our time what with the style of clothes you are wearing and the fact that you just appeared in the middle of our sitting room holding the Black family grimoire in your hand while I know for a fact that my husband keeps it safe in his study" Melania spoke in a calm but stern voice to the time-traveller.

Grace's emerald eyes widened. Had she had accidentally travelled through time? how was that possible? she knew time travel was impossible without using a time turner. A time turner could only go back a few hours not years. "I'm from July 1996" she replied. "Where am I?" she asked, glancing around she was in the corner of a bedroom.

"The Black London town house - number 4 Grimmauld Place" replied the middle aged witch. "Its July 12 of 1942."

Grace's eyes widened further. She was over fifty years in the past. That was impossible!. But she was Grace Selene potter, she was famous for doing the impossible. She was the only known survivor of the killing curse.

"What is you name" barked the middle aged wizard.

Both of the teenagers perked up at the question their eyes, both burning with curiosity.

"Grace Potter" she replied. She disliked her first name. its not that she hated it, her parents named her after all. She just dislike the name grace and how people would often call her Gracie.

"That is a muggle name" stated the teenage witch who looked about her age probably a year younger than herself.

Grace was about to open her mouth and reply that she was a halfblood when she remebered when she was in the black house and, according to sirius, his family valued and believed in blood purity.

"Behave Lucretia" the middle-aged witch scolded the younger witch, who was probably her daughter and she now knew was named Lucretia. "Your last name is potter, so that means you are a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter. Do you know what your Pure-blood name is?" she asked, turning her attention back to grace.

Grace frowned and shook her head. she was confused.

"Surely your parents told you. every witch and wizard no matter if they are Pure-blood or Half-blood has a Pure-blood name" the middle aged wizard snapped, his grey eyes glaring at her.

"They were murdered when i was a baby!" Grace snapped back. She hated talking about her parents and their death. she also didn't like the way this man was behaving towards her. "I don't even know who you are!"

The two witches gasped at her reply and they lowered their wands. The middle aged witch looked at Grace with something shining in her eye's.

"Well then I guess We'll just have to give you one" the middle aged witch declared.

"What is your middle name?" asked the teenage wizard, speaking up for the first time. Grace looked at him and felt her heart jolt. he looked just like Sirius. He copied his mothers and sisters actions and lowered his wand. Although he did keep a strong grip on it.

"Selene" Grace replied " I was named after one of my mothers best friends Selene Lightwood."

The middle aged witch smiled at Grace. "I'm Melania Black nee McMillan" she said " This is my husband Lord Arcturus Black II, and our children Lucretia and Orion Black II."

Grace eye's widened and she snapped her gaze to Orion. She knew who he was. Orion Black II was Sirius's father.

"Where's Walburga I would have thought she would be here?" she asked, catching the four Black's attention at the mention of Walburga Black's name.

Orion scowled at the mention of his cousin."With her parents at their home in Wales," he answered, his tone a little hostiel. He loathed his coousin, she was always trying to get his attention. She was convinced they would marry in the future. "Why?"

"She's your wife" she deadpanned.

Orion scowled harder while his sister burst out laughing. Melania Black smiled and Lord Arcturus Black's eyes narrowed.

"No, that would never happen" Lord Black said. "Walburga is my 2nd cousin. My children's 3rd cousin."

"What makes you think I would marry that Cow" Orion spat. Melania sent a disapproving glare his way at such language.

"Sirius" replied Grace.

"Who is that?" orion asked trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice. He would never marry someone like Walburga, especially now that he had met Grace and thought that she would be nicer to marry. but first, she needed a pure-bllod name. And then he had to think of a way to get her to fall for him ad agree to a Betrothal contract.

"He was my God-father" Grace replied "he was also you and Walburga's eldest son."

"Was?" repeated Melania. "What happens to my grandson." Melania was a kind and caring person, but when it came to family she was very vicious and protective.

"He was killed in May 1996" Grace replied. "He was trying to protect me. It was my fault." Tears were starting to gather in her eyes.

Lord Black lowered his wand as he watched the time-travelling teenage witch cry. His future grandson's death must have effected her badly.

Melania gasped at the fate of her grandson and she pulled Grace into a loving embrace.

"How did he die?" demanded Orion. His eyes were narrrowed, he didn't like the sound of his eldest sons fate.

"He was murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black" Grace replied as she moved away from Melania's embrace. Her hugs were nice. "She was his cousin."

"My daughter would do that?" Lucretia asked, disbelief in her voice and her eyes widened in fear. A Black never kill's another Black. Their family, from the time of Merlin himself had never killed one another, it went against the family magic. the consequences would be terrifying.

Grace shook her head. "She's Cygnus Black and Druella Rosier's eldest daughter" she replied. closing her eyes, she pictured the Black family tapestry. "according to the tapesty, you and your husband Ignatius Prewett were murdered in 1961, around the time Regulus Black was born. you were pregnant with your first child."

Lord Black's eyes narrowed. From what he gathered his daughter and her husband were killed in 19 years and He made a mental note to deny a marriage between Cygnus Black III and Druella Rosier. He would not have his grandchildren the future of house Black killed by Cygnus and Druella's children.

"D-do you know how I died?" Lucretia asked, her eyes was supposed to die in nineteen years at the age of thirty, and her child die's without getting to experience the joys of life or go to Hogwarts. This caused tears to fall down her face. at least she didn't have to worry about telling her father about her dating Ignatius Prewett.

Grace closed her eyes again and she thought back. she remembered what she read in the Black family grimoire. the section on the family history had a family tree and the cause of death was recorded for each family member.

"It was a Death eater attack on Diagon Alley. Ignatius was killed while fighting Abraxes Malfoy and you were killed alongside your best friend Aurora Greengrass by Thorin Yaxley and Ronin Lestrange." Grace answered. she loved her photographic memory.

"What's a Death Eater?" asked Lord Black sounding angered. Whatever it was, he was going to see there was never such a thing. He was not away to let his daughters future kill murderers harm his daughter.

"I know those three. Abraxes Malfoy, Thorin Yaxley and Ronin Lestrange are in the same year as me at Hogwarts!" Lucretia looked shocked and scared.

"What about this Regulus Black you mentioned" Melania asked, her eyes shining after hearing that her only daughter was going to die in less than twenty years. "Is he another grandson of mine?"

Grace turned to Melania and nodded. "He was Sirius's younger brother" she replied. Orion leaned in wanting to know more about his youngest son. "He died in 1979 after he tried to leave Lord Voldemort and was killed for it."

Orions eyes narrowed. From what he had just heard he could piece together, that his youngest son died at the age of eighteen and his eldest son was killed by his cousin at the age of thirty seven.

"Who's this Lord Voldemort person?" demanded Lord Black. His grandson was serving this man. Last He checked, Black's didn't serve anyone but the Queen.

"The Dark Lord" Grace replied. "He raises into power in the late 1960s early1970's. His followers are the Death eaters who are Pure-bloods that believe in Pure-blood supremacy." Grace scowled. "He and his followers want to exterminate all those that they believe beneath them. Blood-traitors, Muggle-borns and Muggles." She laughs darkly.

"They killed thousands of muggleborns and muggles. they also killed hundreds of half-bloods and purebloods. Families like the Bones, Lightwoods and Longbottoms were down hunted down to only 2 or 3 members and families like the Mckinnon's, the Meadowes and the Farechild's became extinct."

All four Blacks eyes widened. For this Dark Lord and his followers to cause the extinction of Most Noble and Ancient Pure-blood families. And kill so many people is just horrifying.

Arcturus eyes narrowed. He had a lot of planning to do, but luckily if what Grace Potter says is true then he had time. He was going to make sure that this Lord Voldemort and his followers never existed and were nothing but a dream of what could have happened.

"Voldemort's real name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, he's the Heir to the Noble and Ancient house of Gaunt and a half-blood." She spoke over the silence in the room.

Lucretia let out a gasp as her eyes widened while Orion foamed with rage.

"Tom Riddle is in Slytherin in the same year as me as well" Lucretia replied to the curious looks of her parent's. Tom Riddle was a Parselmouth and becoming very popular in Slytherin and in the run for Slytherin prefect next year.

"He's the heir of Slytherin" Grace stated "No one knows at the moment except Tom."

"We'll talk about this later" Melania ordered. "It's been an early morning, and we should find some normal clothes for Grace and get some breakfast."

Everyone nodded. Nobody wanted to be on the recieving end of the wand of an angry Melania Black nee McMillan.