FAN FICTION AU AND TIME TRAVEL
Flipped
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) This is a gender bender. Harry was born a girl as Juniper Anastasia Potter. Everything is as it is in canon except for her romances. 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
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For your references
"Talk"
"Thought"
"Parseltongue"
Chapter 5: The Art of Parsel
Previously…
"Corrie. Riddle was using parseltongue in his curses." Dorea's eyes were fearful.
"I assure you Dorea, my family's life is more important than a secret. I will bring back our brother." Cordelia said softly and left. Her eyes conveying more unsaid things to Dorea, she would not let Riddle harm her brother merely because she was being gracious to Tom.
As soon as she was out of common room, Cordelia reached out with her magic and quickly found Riddle's trail. She ended the spell and moved forward.
It was a dark corridor, an obscure one. Students seldom entered it. It was just on the side of library, it was almost like Leaky Cauldron, and the sight of passersby almost always missed it. She had been able to see it and Abraxas had been able to see it when she pointed it out, but it was as if only a few among the magicals could even see it.
No sound escaped it as well.
But she still entered it stealthily, using a disillusionment and silencing charm.
Alphard was on the ground, his face had blood on it, and there were snakes coiled around his body holding him in place, and Riddle was hissing to them. There was no pleasure on his face, only anger. He spoke in English, with a little sibilant, "Would you like if it takes a little bite, Alphard?"
Cordelia's expressions became furious, she send a disarming spell at Riddle, canceled the spells on herself and hissed furiously to the serpents, who quickly left Alphard. Riddle was looking at her in astonishment.
She threw a look at Alphard, there was no pity in her eyes, only anger. She threw successive healing spells at him, and said, "Leave, go to common room and do not talk." Her voice was succinct.
Alphard looked from Riddle to her.
"This is a conversation between two intelligent people, Alphard. There is no place for you, you have done your bit, and you would just hamper things. Go and listen to Dorea and Lucretia or I will be very cross." Cordelia gritted her teeth. She quickly deflected a spell that Riddle threw at her, "I am not here to hurt you Mr. Riddle, I do not know what my cousin did, I am sure I would not approve of his actions, but I cannot let you hurt him."
Alphard scurried off in between the spell fire.
Cordelia was just deflecting the curses. "Would you just listen to me?" She said, her tone annoyed.
She could not see Riddle much, it was too dark, but in the deflection of spells, she could see the look of utter betrayal on his face.
She rolled her eyes, but she did not attack, only defended.
One of the spells bounced off the shield she raised and was about to hit Riddle, when she yelled, "Look out."
Riddle jumped but the bombarda hit the wall and some rubble started to fall on Riddle.
Riddle's eyes had widened, but it never fell of him, Cordelia used a shield on him and the rubble fell sideways.
"I did not think you hated me so much that you wanted to kill me." She said blandly to Riddle, who stood looking at her, surprised.
He did not say anything.
"As the daughter of House of Black, I am honor bound to protect my own. If you have grievances, you should talk to the heir or the head, and things will be resolved. I will personally see to it that Alphard is punished in proportion to his transgression, please lower your wand." She said formally.
Riddle was raising his wand. Cordelia was muttering, but no noise came.
He cursed, she deflected it silently. But she kept moving her lips. A purple swirl emanated from her wand and dissipated in itself and before Riddle knew, the snakes he had conjured to tie Alphard up, were coiling around him. No amount of hissing stopped them.
"You forgot about the snakes, didn't you?" She mused, tilting her head.
Then she spoke in parseltongue, "The tongue of serpents will not help you, they are now tied to my magic, through the art of parsel."
She plucked his wand from the ground, took hers and put both of them aside.
Riddle was glaring at her, as if he did not trust himself to speak.
"Do not attempt wandless magic. The snakes will only sap and absorb it." She said nonchalantly, "Now tell me what did Alphard do, I am unarmed and I swear on my magic that I will not harm you in any possible way except if I have to defend myself. Even then I will not use any spell to attack you, I will only deflect or shield. So mote it be." Magic swirled around her.
Riddle did not speak.
"Alright then," She said wryly, "Leave him" She hissed to the serpents.
She stepped away from him and the wands and raised her arms over her head. "I would request you to start cursing me only after you have heard the entire story. But I leave it at your discretion."
The snakes had uncoiled around Riddle. He got up, picked his wand and banished the snakes quickly. He looked at her expectantly.
She did not lower her hands, "First of all, I am not a descendant of Slytherin. I come from the line of Blacks and Malfoys. The Malfoy is a recent noble line, came to being in 1500s. The Black is older, and has magical roots which are now almost lost. The history that is. I was born on Beltane, A magical day. Remember my intimate knowledge of Veelas, well they blessed me on my birthday and predicted that I will be very powerful someday, I meet with the matriarch every couple of years. I was about nine months old when I accidentally apparated myself into the forests beyond the Black Manor. My mother said that I had been keenly staring at something and then I just popped off to somewhere. It was a full moon and there was a werewolf around. My magic was extremely powerful and chaotic, so no tracking charms put on babies ever lasted on me...they had to search manually. But they found me quickly, they followed the howls of the werewolf and they found him steps near me too. He didn't attack me though, I was safe, and I had a blood rune on the top of my head, not my blood. The family consulted quite a bit outside...I was perfectly healthy, in fact more stable, more serene…They searched high and low for that symbol. There was a half-Indian, half Portuguese in France who had come in 1700s, and he had drawn that symbol...it was recorded with the Veela Clan we talked about the day of the game. He had said that the symbol represented a snake, a cobra. Its Portuguese for snake. Veela elders said that the rune was a blessing, a gift, for saving a life. They could read the ambient magic and intent behind it. It took us a while but we found out, it is the mark of Nagas, an ancient clan that lived in the continents...they supposedly died at the turn of epoch or the millennium. So we concluded that it was a Naga, a proof came. A scroll, made of cloth, written in fruit ink, it thanked my parents for birthing me, and said that the rune was not given with mal-intent. Since I saved his life, he gifted me with the tongue of serpents, a skill rooted in his clan. He said it wouldn't show itself unless my core started to increase in size but there would be signs. The language of the letter was crude at best, it sounded like broken English. Snakes always liked me and I could understand them crudely; I also understood what they wanted almost instinctively. I was about 9 when I heard my first broken conversation. My family is old and loaded. They did their best to provide me with texts on the gift. I found references, here and there but original parseltongue texts are guarded and rare and nobody parts with them readily even if you manage to find somebody who has one. I scoured our vaults: Blacks, Longbottoms, and Malfoys, the ones who trusted me implicitly and were in on the secret that I would one day wield Salazar's tongue and I found nothing. It was at Lucretia's coming of age this summer that the family totem for Blacks, it is a snake, spoke to me and I understood. The gift became active. I wanted to read that letter. My mother had preserved it for me. There was no name, nothing, broken English, and small information that I already said. I got frustrated actually and hissed reveal in Parseltongue and the entire message disappeared to be replaced by one line, Intent will matter and that whatever magic I do will be called art of parsel. It also warned me not to trust all snakes, to care for them and respect them, but not trust them, that they could be easily bound to another parselmouth's will. I attempted it with snakes near the manor. With trial and error, I got a hang of is the only time I tested it on real snakes after coming to school..." Cordelia said, her arms still in air.
She took a breath." I did not come to Hogwarts because of Salazar, my mind was made even before the Lucretia's ceremony. But I became more eager when the gift showed itself. France does not have a history of anyone wielding the tongue, at least nothing that I found. None of my cousins ever betrayed your word, never told me about you. I was very cross with them when I found out in my first week here but then Abe told me they were oath bound. You were already wary of me, I thought knowing that I spoke parseltongue will only unsettle you further. The approach seemed best since I had no plans of using parseltongue overtly, especially with Grindelwald targeting old blood to come to his aid. I did not even buy a snake for that very reason despite the fact that is supposedly helps in channeling and harnessing the skill. Though I do practice speaking it on my own. Parseltongue has great healing potential, I have been studying the magic released from it in the privacy of my chambers. I only used it because I needed to save Alphard from his own stupidity. I am not defending his actions, he probably deserved it but he is family, I am honor bound to protect him. I made sure that he will remain silent about this. "She said solemnly.
"You can start the curses now." She added as an afterthought.
"Your cousins were under family oaths." He asked quietly.
"Yes, though they would not have betrayed me otherwise. At least I hope they wouldn't. I don't trust Walburga though." She said lightly.
"You can lower your hands, Ms. Black. I still have questions though." He said succinctly, "You have time and time again, gave up family secrets, secrets your cousins have kept, even though you are not oath bound, and yet you have kept secrets. Secrets that might have mattered to me. I must say I do not understand your motives."
She lowered her hands. "Some of it is for self-preservation. I am powerful, Mr. Riddle but I am a woman, though people appreciate my power, they also dismiss it at times because of my gender. People seek to use it, I would rather that they do not. I recognize you as powerful and you are perhaps not as bigoted as the rest and also share a similar viewpoint as mine about the current world, but how do I know how to trust you? But as I said, I do not expect the worst from the world, and something, most likely my magic tells me that you are reliable. Also, I have never met somebody who matches me in my prowess, all of the factors together make me want to be an ally with you but you think of me as hostile. I daresay, I think of you as a friend, you are probably the only person who can understand and keep up with me. I am a loner in a big bad world of men. It does not help in the least with my situation. I want you to trust me, I have been trying to earn it, but understand that I have other loyalties and oaths too. I cannot reveal everything, and I could not come to you and tell you everything that I know. I know too much, which is why I did my best to honestly answer or deflect questions that you had. I had clues that you were seeking the true history of Slytherin, I only know a little, and most of it is fable, it also put me and my family in jeopardy because of my status as a parselmouth...How do I disclose it to you when you never asked me for it? You asked me about Ravenclaw and hinted on Slytherin How was I supposed to pick up the cue? And even if you did ask me indirectly perhaps, first, I did not understand your intention to know Slytherin's legacy and two, you never trust my word? I tried with the family magic, you did not seem pleased. I am still an antagonist in your eyes. That's all I can say to explain myself."
"What about parselmagic?" He hissed.
"Saying incantations in parseltongue with the intent to imbibe the words with magic results in parselmagic." She hissed back in parseltongue.
Riddle regarded her with a tilt of his head.
"What did Alphard and Zabini say?" She asked softly.
He did not speak immediately, "They were imitating me poorly, along with jabbing Renatus. I understand their hostility towards Lestrange, he is less than Slytherin. However, I do not appreciate their candidness in approaching me like I was a lackey. It was getting annoyed. I warned them to stop twice, they did not. My anger rose and I reacted. "He said without a pause.
"You did not attack Alphard initially." She said lightly. "I did not think you valued him such."
"I don't." he said immediately. Something flashed in his eyes when he looked at her.
"So, you are looking for the lineage of Slytherin and your past and parents." She lightly said, without pressing it further.
Riddle nodded.
"The last recorded Slytherin that is the paternal name died about 700 years ago. There was a daughter who married into Gaunts. However, that line too fell out of favor about 300 years ago. I am not even sure of whether they survive or not, but they have not attended Wizangomot or Hogwarts since then. I vaguely remember a reference to them but my memory is hazy. However, there can be other lines that you can be traced back to, minor lines of Slytherin that Gaunts may have silenced to monopolize the money. The Olde family politics is dirty and the history is maligned with bloodshed. There is one concrete bit that I know, Slytherin Manor was locked out to descendants. When, I am not sure but no Gaunt was ever given access to it by the magic of the line. So the vaults and the properties of Slytherin , if they are not in ruins should be available to you, once you claim the lordship, should you qualify the criterion Slytherin has in place for heirs ."She told him. "Some of these facts can be corroborated with public records but others is my family lore. I would show you the journals but they can be only read by someone with Black blood." Tom took in the information slowly. He spoke only awhile later.
"That is more than I knew. I appreciate it Ms. Black." He looked sincere.
"Call me Cordelia." She murmured.
"Cordelia, it is." He agreed. He hesitated but eventually said, "If you wish, you can call me Tom."
"You do not like your first name." She remarked.
"I do not," He said, surprised that she knew that.
"And yet you give me leave to use it even when your inner circle does not use it." She tilted her head in a manner eerily similar to his own.
"They never proved half as worthy as you." He gave in.
She chuckled lightly and gave him a radiant smile.
"How is family magic suiting you?" She lightly asked.
He raised a brow, "You had the book because you wanted to know more about the black totem, it spoke to you."
"Partially. I was more interested in application of family magic though." She admitted.
He handed her wand back.
"It is getting late. You should retire to bed." He murmured.
She nodded but she did not forget that he sidestepped her question but today was not a day to push him.
They walked back to common room together.
Cordelia's POV
"Dorea is upstairs with Alphard?" Cordelia asked Orion. She saw Tom disappearing behind the alcove for Men's dorm. They had agreed that she will deal with the two third years, as Tom's temper was not in the best position and he disliked groveling minions.
After getting a nod from Orion, she followed soon after Tom and turned out that Lucretia, Dorea and Alphard were sitting by Zabini. There was a silencing spell on the door.
She opened the door and entered. She saw Dorea and Lucretia look immensely relieved. Alphard looked a bit shocked that she was completely unhurt. Zabini was moaning in pain.
She went up to Zabini and said the counter-curse for the spell Riddle had said. His nose was bleeding, she healed it in a jiffy.
She turned to Alphard, healed him completely.
"I shall leave a scar as a reminder of the tomfoolery you both did today." She said succinctly.
"We…" Zabini began.
"Spare me the explanation. Listen to what I wish to way and then you can proceed to tell me what was going in that head of yours." She dismissed his words with a wave of hand.
"You are unhurt." Alphard looked astonished.
"Not because of you Cousin." Cordelia said sharply, Alphard squirmed under her steely glare.
"I have an understanding with the Heir of Slytherin. He enlightened me about your less than stellar mimicry of him while you were trying to discredit Lestrange." She paused.
"We were just making a joke."Zabini said softly.
"True. I am glad you did not use the word harmless with the joke. Wit is a priced quality. You went on to ridicule a person who does not appreciate your candidness. A person whom you both refer as your lord. First transgression, somewhat understood. He told you to stop it, twice! And you went on. Not just stupid but inconsiderate. I would be highly unhappy with both of you if you tried to ridicule someone who does not deserve it, even when they are a stranger. You went on to insult your lord. Do I need to elaborate on how irate that makes me?" She spelled out.
"We are sorry, we did not mean to." Zabini said mournfully. Alphard looked chastised but not sorry, "Did he not punish us for it Cousin, isn't that enough? I would not have you so disappointed in me?"
"True, he punished you. But did it make you understand why he punished you? No, because you are too busy being angry with him. "Cordelia quelled him with a look.
"I expect you both to deliver a written apology to him by breakfast tomorrow. I already apologized on behalf of the House of Black, I did not think it was my place to apologize on your behalf Zabini. Not a word about this to anybody outside this room, I would not have my cousin and his best friend to be the laughing stock of the house, in how utterly un-Slytherin, inconsiderate and uncultured they both are at times. I understand the need of laughter and jokes, without them life will be dull, but it does not suit any human to enjoy those at the expense of anybody else, much less the sons of ancient and noble houses."
"It is true Alphard. I am very sure no one in our House taught you that making fun of somebody in poor sport is something to indulge in. I agree with Cordelia, while we do not need to be uptight like Burga prescribes, we do need to think before we act. Jokes apart, you should have stopped immediately if someone asked you to stop it. I doubt Heir Riddle deserved the jabbing you did. In trying to ridicule Lestrange, you estranged your Lord and poked fun at him, continued to do so when he asked you to stop. That is not a trait of cultured person." Dorea admonished her little brother. Cordelia was suddenly very glad to have had the conversation with Dorea. She perhaps would not have had this kind of support otherwise.
"Not to even point out the fact that it is sheer stupidity to antagonize a person who is far more powerful and magically adept than you." Cordelia said in a clipped tone.
Lucretia let out a little laugh. Cordelia loosened her face a bit and allowed a smile at Lucretia's amusement, but then seriously added, "The point here is not to belittle you two but to make you understand that what you did was not just stupid but also unfair on so many levels. We are cunning and ambitious, yes, but to belittle somebody just out of spite for another person is not something that Slytherin as a House represents, nor does the house of Black and nor does the house of Zabini. I hope you got that."
Alphard quickly nodded. Anastius looked somber and nodded too.
"Very well. I believe I fixed all of you. In case, there is anything bothering you from the remnants of your injuries, feel free to seek me. I will do my best to heal you. In case, I am unable to resolve it, I will come up with a suitable excuse for you to go to Madam Underhill with magical injuries and a cursed injuries. He did not harm you much. His point was to scare you." Cordelia nodded.
She pulled out three vials from her robe pocket, tossed one to Alphard and placed the other two on the bedside table of Anastius.
"The common potion is a pain reliever with a mild sleep motion and the second one for you Anastius is a blood replenishing one. I am fairly confident in my healing abilities but if you have doubts, express them. I cannot emphasize enough that you should be comfortable. Sleep well and no more shenanigans. Not even in the Quidditch field tomorrow. If possible, try and sit it out. We need to win and we need our beaters in the shape." She instructed.
Tom's POV
The truth was that Tom had refrained from cursing Alphard initially because Cordelia's face had flashed in front of his eyes and he hesitated and just could not do it. He could imagine her disappointed expression as she lectured him about losing his cool. But he lost it, when Alphard came in the library, as he taunted him about how Cordelia was better than him.
Cordelia was so utterly good-hearted; and kind; and lovely; and nice. She was probably the first person ever that Riddle had ever taken a liking too and he could not think, he did not want to imagine what Alphard was pointing out that Cordelia was not going to be happy with Tom.
He did not like it when Cordelia was unhappy with him. He liked that smile of hers. She seemed genuine, in all the utter falsehoods muggle and Wizarding world had fed him. There was a little something that told him that he could trust her. He did trust her. He had to force himself to be wary around her, to not drift himself off in a human relation and emotion just for the sake of one person.
He had been so angry when he saw her speak parseltongue. But her explanations made sense and she gave up her wand to be able to speak to him. That showed some trust. Tom would have never given up his wand like that.
But the best or the worst of all, she seemed genuinely concerned about him. If he read her correctly, she did not value his heir status or his power, sure those things made her respect him more. But she valued him because he existed. She cared. And even though she insinuated that she his power made her choose to be friends with him, he had noticed a reluctance as if she did not like how power hungry she sounded. No, she appreciated his power but that was not the sole reason she was nice to him.
The only reason he could pinpoint was lack of any reason.
He sat on his head, contemplating the day when there was a light knock on the door. He hoped it was not the two clowns. Cordelia had promised that she will make sure he does not have to see them for the night.
"Enter." He said after composing himself.
The door opened gently He remembered the last time the door opened like that. It was Cordelia.
Her face was a bit hesitant. "Forgive me for the intrusion" She paused, then added a bit uncertainly, "Tom. I just remembered."
With that she approached him and removed a tuft of his hair from over his forehead. He was a bit surprised by her abrupt closeness.
That is when he realized the small yet sharp pain there. He was injured.
"I did not realize earlier, but as I was healing the two, I remembered and I thought I would just check. I daresay that even though I was sure that you could heal this yourself, I thought that you probably forgot about it." She murmured slowly, her soft fingers lightly examining the wound.
"I did forget about it." He admitted.
She smiled lightly "It is not that deep, but it will give you grief if it turns septic. May I?"
He nodded. Truthfully, he was not in a state to say something else. She was standing close and he could smell her light fragrance and he was overwhelmed that she remembered such a tiny detail and came up to check on him.
He had never had anyone do this for him before.
And then he saw her eyes brighten with excitement, "You want to see parselmagic."
"You have been trying healing with it." He softly asked.
"As far as I have distinguished, there are three types of parselmagic, one where you say the spell in parseltongue. The other two are more intent and word based. One is Healing and the other is protection. The latter usually need a focus for magic, other than wand. I have not been able to find concrete sources, but whatever I have read suggests that a magical snake would be very apt for it. I tried some healing without the focus, small Quidditch injuries. Worked fine. I don't want you to be a test subject though. Agree only if you are comfortable." She slowly informed, then looked at him sharply towards the end. It seemed so serene to him. Her fingers still held his forehead gently.
He could not help but let out a chuckle at her tone. "I trust you Cordelia, and I will be delighted to see parselmagic."
She took out her wand and pointed towards the wound, "Gash, clean. Cut, Bind." She hissed.
It stung a little and then his pain vanished.
"Not bad." She mumbled, running her soft fingers over his new skin with a feather like touch.
She then calmly took a step back with a smile and rummaged in her robe pocket before taking out a small potion bottle, "A mild sleep potion laced with calming draught. You might want to take that to break the trail of your thoughts." She gently said and handed it over to him.
Riddle took it with bemusement, "You carry around potions?"
"It is a good policy, Hogwarts definitely invites injuries. I am thinking of coming up a way to increase the portability of them. It is a hassle to carry too many bottles. Shrinking charms don't work ideally. They decrease…"
"The atmospheric pressure." Riddle nodded, completing her thought.
"Yes." She perused her lips. Her eyes flew around the room, as if she was taking in the content for the first time.
"It must be hard living in the muggle world with no adult that is responsible for you. I mean the war is so intense. I hear that even the bourgeoisie is having trouble leading lives normally." She commented under her breath. She had perhaps accidentally spoken to herself aloud.
"You know a lot about muggle world." Tom commented.
"They outnumber us. They have their powers, technology. It is best not to get caught unawares. But they are also people, and besides magic, they are similar to wizards, in honor, in defeat, in greed, in politics and cruelty. They also feel grief, fall in love, and make mistakes. A bridge between the worlds in nothing less than the idea of Utopia. People are stupid if they buy into it. But completely cutting ourselves is egoistic and I believe that wizards may pay for their ignorance." She intoned.
"Look at me with my foreboding thoughts." She shook herself out of her reverie, "I read muggle newspapers from France and Britain. It keeps me informed." She shrugged.
"And you are not wrong, Muggle places are bad right now, Specially London. It is the capital, it is insane. It has been for so long." Riddle murmured, an undertone of anger in his own voice.
"Well, magical would be in a similar state if Grindelwald keeps up his tirade. But rest assured, we should work on a few things, to get you emancipated, to get you your lordship and inheritance, and access to the vaults and Slytherin properties if any survive. Anything to prevent an incursion in muggle world" Cordelia said in a very business-like tone.
"Emancipation." Riddle looked at her as she had grown another head. "I had considered and rejected it."
"Nonsense. You need a written consent from two of Professors. Slughorn and Merrythought would do nicely. One endorsement from a Noble and Ancient House. We can keep Uncle Hyperion as a contingency. But we might not need to. Both clauses are waived if one of the Most ancient and Noble houses is concerned. If we can get your inheritance then we will not need to involve anybody." She perused her lips.
"I won't need an emancipation when I am 17." He looked at her pointedly.
"17?" she looked at him incredulously, "We will have it by Christmas. Since you likely have no near blood relatives staking a claim, the inheritance would come easily. The war is getting ugly. You are not going back to London, unless you are under some strong wards."
"And how do you suppose to do that, Cordelia? I refuse to get any adult involved." Tom's voice was sharp.
"Goblins will jump at the idea of having one of the old and loaded vaults reopened. We just need a blood inheritance test. We will have to wait for Christmas Holidays for that." She mused.
"That is a very ambitious plan." Riddle commented, he did not look convinced.
"Well, we are in the House of Ambition." A smile tugged at her lips. "But, lets save the planning and explanation for a bit. You need rest. Have a good night, Tom."
Alright, here is the end of one more chapter. Next up will be an interlude, which I will have to write again.
One tip: If you are getting your system formatted, triple check that you have the backup of all the files. I lost 2 interludes and a couple of chapters in it. L :p
But fret not, I have a backup of the chapters, just unedited and very basic. I will need to correct them all over again. As for the interlude, I may write a better one, I guess.
The idea of parselmagic comes from various stories. I do not remember all of them, but it would be remiss to miss To Shape and Change in my credits. Even though the idea is very different and morphed, that story did provide me with a base.
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