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 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 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 and nineteen years later. 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) This is a gender bender. I will bend gender roles like clay considering it is 1940s. :P


For your references

"Talk"

"Thought"

"Parseltongue"


A/N: PLEASE READ

One reviewer raised the issue of Mary Sue. I think I addressed this in the first chapter briefly. Cordelia is going to be, more or less, a Mary Sue, I am saying that upfront here. I don't see any issues with that since we have a zillion Super Harry and Super Tom fics. Just because she is a woman, she is not going to be less powerful or docile or less perfect. However, I do understand the reviewer's completely valid concern about character development, so I am taking it to heart and applying it to this story.

I had earlier written most of the story from Tom's POV, as mentioned in Chapter 2. I wanted Cordelia's past to be murky and mysterious until a point in the story when all is revealed, but as I said, I think the reviewer had a valid concern, so I am going to introduce Cordelia's mysterious activities in interludes in between the chapter. They might be shorter than the average chapter though.

But just a general knowledge, she was 24 when she did the ritual. I think I mention it in the summary inside each chapter. A lot can go down in six years. Let me repeat, she was like canon Harry till the battle of Hogwarts except for a couple of minor plot changes that are not going to affect her power in any sort, but only reflect her opinions. She was 24 and she traveled back in time to fix things and I believe that she would make sure that she was prepared to take on anything and everything when she arrived in a different timeline. So, yes, she is Mary Sueish, but she was worked hard on it, and she is not one just on a whim. I have a very strong back story for her, that was earlier going to be revealed a bit later in the story but now it will be teased as interludes. Cordelia is not a perfect doll, she is just pretending to be one. Also, she is very morally ambiguous.

I am still not going to reveal the story, but just give vague glimpses of her preparation. The six years will not be addressed completely until later, but there is a strong plot related reason for why I am doing that which you might or might not deduce in this interlude. But it will come up later in detail. Hope that is settled.

Here is the first such Interlude. They are either going to be from Cordelia's point of view or one other character, who I am not revealing right now.


Interlude 1: Smells like teen spirit*

Cordelia's POV

Cordelia was sitting inside her second trunk. She had just riled up Riddle again. She had just felt like laughing out loud at his temper on receiving the book and advice.

"Her poor Tom." She just chuckled.
She was sitting in an apartment, and no, not the one that came out on top if somebody discovered her second trunk. This one was 10 layers underneath the first apartment. This one had her memorabilia as Juniper, all the photos, other trinkets that were valuable to her. This also was the entrance to other storage places in trunk, a giant potions lab, an ingredient store with all the ingredients in the world, the rarest of them. You never know what you might need once you time travel. The entire library of the Blacks and Potters from her world, and copies of rare books, manuscripts, records that she had found, bought, copied from other families. A giant dueling arena, a large greenhouse for fresh ingredients and a lot more.

The trunk was as large as Hogwarts once you were inside it. A huge giant fortress hidden beneath layers of security. She had taken special measures to erase the trace of magic, hiding everything beyond the first layers of the trunk which had an apartment, a potions lab, a library, a small duelling arena, a well stocked ingredient store with less variety, another wardrobe courtesy of Ginny's insistent pleas and a meeting room.

The last layer of the trunk had her gold, all of it, all the contents of all the vaults of Juniper Anastasia Potter. Some she had donated or separated into other vaults before coming, but she had brought the rest. Siddharth and Draco had been insistent, "We know you are most likely going to be a Black, because of that.. 'thing', and they are loaded, but you never know when you might need more gold. Your family can stand against you too, you know, if they find out..." Their worried, hassled looks came to her mind. She shut her shields before the memories went on an onslaught on her.

She was here for Tom, she could not focus on her past and the painful memories that it brought. Instead, she tried to focus on her quest, weighing her options, making Plans, A, B, C, D and so on. You never know what could go wrong when, she had to be prepared for every eventuality. The timeline had shifted drastically just by her arrival and now her actions were going to create impacts and create threads of events that she had no clue about even though she had memorized all incidents from 1901 to her time like the back of her hand.

She was currently perusing the minutes of Wizangomot meetings from December 1942 in her timeline again. She had read all of them, beginning from 1902 to 2004 and spent hours sitting with Draco, Narcissa and Hermione making sense of all of them. Their vivid notes lay there, Draco's perfect calligraphy, Hermione's neat, tiny handwriting. These things helped her, but they also served as a reminder of the things and people she left behind to protect and succeed in her quest. She felt a tight pain in chest. This time she did not fight it and instead looked at the wall of the study.

A portrait of Ron, Hermione and her when she was 22 in a club in the States. The Golden trio. She remembered the night well. She had spent dodging Hermione's questions and advises about Siddharth and her. She had gotten so drunk that she had rocked the dance floor with Ginny and Luna as they mindlessly grooved to 'Smells like Teen Spirit'. She had gotten so drunk that Siddharth and Draco both had to work together from preventing her to do something stupid. She had been wild, but they had somehow brought her back home, in between keeping Hermione at bay, making sure that Ron would drop Ginny and Luna, making sure that Neville would calm down Hermione, making sure that Hannah had not been left scandalized and that Zabini was not going to rat her just for his amusement to the newspapers.

Her eyes fleeted to another photo, that of her 'silver' trio, her Slytherin group. Draco and her and Siddharth. Siddharth was not a Slytherin. In fact, he had only come to Britain because of her, to help her, but he was as good as any snake. If Narcissa and Draco had taught her the intricacies of moving in and dealing with a pureblood crowd, it was him who coached her on this infallible charm, and casual manipulation of people without feeling guilt.

In the photo, she had fell on Sid's lap, laughing hysterically and had hid her face in Draco's abdomen as he stood at one side, also laughing hysterically. The two had been dueling against her, but it had ended up in a comic show.

She had such carefree moments so rarely even in those six years. She had spent the rest of time working her ass off, preparing, preparing until she was so completely saturated that she broke down crying. She cried for a bit and then went back to preparation like a robot again.

She sighed, wiping the tears that had sprung up. Instead she opened the drawer and pulled out a photograph. It was of Tom, but he was considerably older, seventeen. She had stolen it from the Hogwarts records after convincing Mcgonagall to let her look in all the files and records of Hogwarts after the war. The photo had been taken when he had been anointed Headboy.

She felt her resolve strengthening. She was going to complete her task. And she won't let Tom have a human and charming side only as a mask, she would make him feel. She would…

The intruder alarm blared. Someone was knocking on her door.

She left the papers and files scattered as she rushed into her magical elevator. She alone could byspass all security in a jiffy, with her will and magical essence imbued in the trunk. A nifty piece of magic that she, Draco and Sid had done together, expanding the trunk and imbibing every layer with complex wards and runes.

She rushed out of the trunk, closed it, hid it and opened the door to her room.

Dorea's harried face came in view.

Cordelia looked at her in confusion, "What's with the look Dory?"

Dorea hurried inside and shut the door, "Alphard just told me about the court meeting. Did you have to rile him up like that?"

Cordelia raised a brow, "I was trying to help him, but well, Riddle is a complex creature, I guess he was not pleased with my deed."

"Pleased." Dorea exclaimed in fear, " He is murderous, Cordelia. He said he would do something to you if you keep this up."

"He threatened me in front of the court. Is he dumb?" Cordelia asked incredulously.

Dorea gave her a look, "He might be, but are you? Why do you have to catch his attention like that? Calling him dumb. . . Cordelia, he is dangerous, okay. I never got to tell you about in in presence of Orion and Abraxas but..."

"I know how dangerous he can be, believe me?" Cordelia placed a placating hand on Dorea's shoulder, remembering in a flash the form Riddle took as Voldemort. She blocked it.

"Then why? Just be careful. The court is contemplating how to deal with his outburst, so you might not have to worry." Dorea hurriedly said, "Abraxas was not pleased but he is being diplomatic about it, Alphard is about to murder Riddle and Orion is subdued, but some of the 6th years and 7th years are talking…"

"Wait, the court is contemplating what?" Cordelia ignored her question and focused on the disturbance.

"He can't just threaten family like that. None of ..." Dorea began.

"None of the heirs are going to like that, no." Cordelia finished it quickly, mentally thanking Narcissa for her harsh training,

"Have they gone nuts?" She asked after a brief pause.

"Tom is a nut." Dorea voiced in outrage.

"I never denied that he is a nut, but he is more powerful than he lets on, the court's supposed mutiny is in futile. And Riddle has a very strong reason for being the way he is. I will explain in some detail, some day. Not now. I have to take the class of that wannabe dark lord and do some damage control."

"Wannabe, what are you saying?" Dorea asked in confusion.

"Never mind, nothing. I just have a long night ahead. Don't worry about me. Riddle won't be able to do anything. Go to sleep and just do me a favor, make sure that the girls of Slytherin don't take this outside the house. I will deal with the men." Cordelia said quickly and left the room, knowing that her wards would come up as soon as Dorea stepped out of the room.

As Cordelia approached the circle of all heirs, she saw that Renatus was the only one supporting Riddle. For the first time, Cordelia was grateful to that jackass.

But when she listened to him, she just beat her head up. Instead of using reason and cunning, he was bashing Cordelia and how she was at fault. If that dolt kept this up, he would be a bigger pariah than Riddle.

All the heirs adored her and all of them would seek her as a match soon enough. She knew that. They were not going to listen to any ramble of Lestrange, of all the people, against her. They adored her. They did not know her fiery and rebellious side or chose to ignore it, but all of them would want a powerful witch as the mother of their next generation. Whatever, she would get angry at them later for thinking and reducing her to a mere breeder, but she had some politics to play before that.

Cordelia thought furiously and cleared her throat to get their attention. They all turned to her expectantly, "I understand that there is some misunderstanding here."

The lyrics of music of 'Smells like teen spirit' buzzed in her head.

Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word.

Hello, hello, hello, how low? [X3]
Hello, hello, hello!*

She internally smirked, "This is going to be epic."


Note: I know I said I will update on next Saturday but this is not a chapter technically. But fair warning, the interludes might count as a chapter from now on. I just wanted to clear the back story of the Mary Sue. SO, I take feedback seriously people. Feel free to point holes and errors. Thank you guest reviewer, you made me think of the idea of interludes and this might just make the story more gripping. I wrote this interlude pretty quickly. But this means more unresolved things and more mystery, so wait for the updates more eagerly. :P

Also, a bit on Tom. He is dangerous yes. But he is vulnerable still. He is still almost 2 years away from his first murder and if you read the interlude carefully, Cordelia has different plans.

Siddharth is an OC and I own him people. But I did not give much on him. He is my third favorite character, so he plays a key role but it is going to come really later. You can give me theories on what his exact role is. His nickname is Sid.

Just for people who are not Indian, a piece of trivia, Siddharth is an Indian Sanskrit name. It was the name of Buddha before he became enlightened. It roughly means 'one who has accomplished a goal' The goal is usually spiritual. That's it.

And this is my first cliffie, so please be kind. And wait for Saturday for the resolution to this.

* The title of the chapter and lyrics are from the song 'Smells like teen spirit' of Nirvana. I do not own it.

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