The Headmistress spent most of her days in her office quietly. No one was interrupting her especially after the acid attack. But that happened a week ago. For the past week things seemed to be completely normal. No acid or zombie attack or witches burnt at the stake. It was quiet and Cordelia preferred it this way. She needed time to relax and accept what happened to her.

The thing that drove her crazy mostly was that she had to go blind to make her mother notice her and saw that she actually cared for her child. She craved for her mother's attention for years but Fiona never took care of her. Cordelia felt like she didn't care anymore. She knew she was on her own, especially after Hank's betrayal. The only thing she cared about now was to keep her little kingdom safe.

It bugged her that she couldn't look for new witches. Myrtle was not there to help her and she wasn't going to ask Fiona for help even if she was the last person on the earth. She was fiddling with a paper in her hand when the idea struck her.

A couple of years ago she had come across a spell. A really ancient spell that she hoped it could help her situation. If what she had read about the spell was true, she could easily fix all her problems. She could have her eyesight back and stop Queenie from leaving the coven. She could stop her mother from killing Madison and burning Myrtle. It was exactly what she needed. The only problem was how she was going to find the spell. She knew she had it somewhere in her office.

The first Supreme of the coven had created a spell which sends you back in time. The reason she created such a powerful spell was for the protection of the coven. If the coven was destroyed or threatened by someone or something, the Supreme or someone with royal blood, like the daughter or mother of the Supreme, could use it and travel back in time to eliminate the threat. No one had used it yet but Cordelia was sure that it was time. The only catch was that it was really hard to be read or understand. If the spell fell into the wrong hands, it could be destructive. The only one who could read it, was someone with a kind heart AND royal blood but the spell appeared into that person's mind, not on the paper. To cast the spell you had to have a note with the date you wanted to go to and the charmed paper.

Cordelia started the search immediately. She didn't want to waste anymore time. She opened the drawers and took every piece of paper out. She carefully picked one piece of paper after the other and ran her fingertips over it, trying to find something which would indicate that this was the spell she was looking for. She wasn't sure if she was the one who could do it and if the spell would reveal itself to her. Yes, she had royal blood but she wasn't sure about the kind heart.

Suddenly yellow letters appeared and dismissed the nothingness she was seeing. The letters were foggy at first but soon enough she could read them crystal clear. She tried to remember what she had read about the spell. "Repeat the words three times and think the date you want to appear in. I am sure that's it." But it wasn't. Thinking the date wasn't enough.

Unfortunately Cordelia thought otherwise. Feeling ready to go she grabbed her walking stick and put on her sunglasses so she could hide the burn. She placed her palm against the charmed paper and repeated the words. A strong wild wind was blowing around her causing all the papers to fly around the room. What hadn't occurred to her though, was that her palm wasn't fully on the paper.

Half of it was touching a newspaper from underneath, a photo of a serial killer back in 1964, Dr Oliver Thredson. The doctor was shot by the famous reporter Lana Winters after he raped her and tried to kill her. When Cordelia was younger, she was fascinated by the book Lana had published. She had read it at least 3 times.

The bullet had missed his heart though. Lana didn't know that and had left him for dead. He was transferred to a hospital where he received medical care. The police had arranged for him to be locked up into one of the worst prisons as soon as he was healed. But Thredson was too smart for them. He escaped right under their noses and before they even realized it, he was gone from the state.

The psychiatrist made a promise to himself to go back in Massachusetts and get his revenge on Lana. And that he did after he had moved in New Orleans for a couple of years. Oliver knew that he had to stay hidden until they forgot about him completely. Based on what Cordelia had read, he did go back but before he even had a chance to approach Lana's house, he was shot by Lana's guards. She was a celebrity now and Oliver had started to become careless driven by the hatred he felt for her and every other woman.

Suddenly Cordelia disappeared from the office and reappeared just outside of a big old house outside of New Orleans. What surprised her the most though, was that she could see. A huge smile was spread on her lips. She couldn't explain it but it seemed that it worked. The smile though transformed into a frown when she looked around. She didn't know where she was.

"May I help you?" a deep voice was heard from behind her. Cordelia turned around startled. "Sorry if I startled you." The stranger told her with a charming smile. Cordelia was mesmerized. He was so attractive. Her eyes scanned him for a while. His clothes seemed to be a little out of fashion. The poor woman still thought that she was somewhere around 2013. When she looked at him again she tilted her head having the impression that she knew him.

"It's okay." She smiled back at him and pushed her sunglasses up. A look of surprise passed by Oliver's eyes. She was the spitting image of Lana with the exception of the clothes and the hair. Lana was a brunette while Cordelia was blond. Oliver found the clothes weird though. "Ehm I think I am lost. How do I go back in New Orleans?" Cordelia asked fidgeting a little bit. Oliver was staring at her and it made her uncomfortable.

The doctor seemed to snap out of it and smiled at her again. "It's a long way to go on foot. Come inside so we can call a cab." He gestured with his hand towards the entrance. "Don't worry I don't bite." He smirked at her.

Cordelia thought that he seemed nice enough so she nodded and followed him inside.

{Author's note: Poor Cordelia… I hope you liked the first chapter. Let me know if you did so I can continue it. Reviews makes me happy :D

I have not abandoned my other story (Didn't see that coming). The next chapter is almost finished.}