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) 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"


Interlude 3: Chandelier

Cordelia's POV

Cordelia was recalling her skirmish with Riddle that happened a few hours ago as she moved another stack of books in the room of hidden things. She was mindlessly going through the stack when her thoughts strayed again. She shook herself out of reverie and cast a tempus. It was nearing 4 in the morning. She had not slept a wink tonight, the same as so many previous nights.

She was utilizing the fact that Room of Requirement and the things hidden in it were not annihilated in this dimension and time. Years and years of stuff, books, ingredients, journals, tomes just lying there. She had not realized their worth in her sixth year as Juniper and then it had been too late, too late to save the world. If she had wanted to, she could have easily sneaked in Hogwarts after the Battle. She had spent a lot of time here, restoring it, but her thoughts had not even wandered to anything. She had been dead, her soul had died after the battle. And after, she found a purpose again, she could have sneaked in and she did but there was no point. The Room of Requirement was intact. It functioned. That was not the problem, but when she had thought of the room where everything was hidden, she had just found ashes. The cursed fire had failed to break the enchantment of room but it had destroyed everything that the students and inhabitants of the castle had stored in it since time immemorial. That had made June sad.

But in this world, this was intact and Cordelia was not losing any time to sort through the history. She was hoping to find stuff on parseltongue. She had books and journals of Slytherin and stuff she and Siddharth had found from her time, but she constantly wondered if Slytherin's heirs had discovered more. There were other books, lost spells and potions etc that she could find and had already found in the past few days.

She had found one Gaunt journal, one journal of Ravenclaw, one book of grotesque potions. She suspected it to be written by a descendant of Herpo the Foul or himself. She had locked that book in a sealed magical room in her trunk. It was best if Tom never came near anything mildly related to that man.

She sighed, looking at the time. She should get going. It was time for her morning regime. She placed the stack of books in her 'checked and verified zone', covered herself in the Potter Invisibility cloak and begun to walk back to dungeons.

As she entered the common room, she saw Albert Carrow sprawled on one of the couches, sloshed and drooling. She wrinkled her nose. She had enjoyed Firewhiskey as Juniper but this level of drunkenness was just not done. She had been seeing the same scene for a few days now. At first, she had been happy to see the proof of his weakness. Albert Carrow had been drunkard and in the end had died by choking on his own vomit. But it did not mean that she liked seeing him that way every day. Her thought though had trailed back to her past as June.

She, Hermione and Draco had sat down and researched every single magical person alive from 1920s to her time. She had dirt on everyone, their weaknesses, and their ticking points. She knew them all. They had scavenged newspapers, public records, followed rumor mills, sat down with Narcissa, Molly and Arthur to get to know as much as they did of everyone. Arthur and Molly had not known about her plans to travel back in time and Narcissa had hoped that she wouldn't, if not for the sake of Draco, then for the sake of Siddharth. She had failed all of them, Molly and Arthur by betraying them and Narcissa by breaking her hopes. Narcissa had looked resigned by the end of it, but more resolved than Draco had been. She wondered how they were doing right now, all of them.

She retired in her room, removed her cloak and climbed down in her second trunk to the modern gymnasium. She changed into tights and a tank top and begun stretching. After about two hours of grueling exercise, she heaved a large breath, went to the bench at the side, corked up the water bottle and took a long sip. Her thoughts for the past two hours had not been on the people she knew since she entered the magical world. Her thoughts were on the person whom she had found after leaving the British Wizarding World. Siddharth. Mainly because, she had done 'this' with him. Exercising, martial arts, modern rather mundane muggle stuff. He had traveled with her everywhere, researching as others went on in their lives in Britain and he had insisted that she learned weaponry apart from her magic.

"You are magically powerful, that is good. But not all enemies can be defeated by magic, some will need brain, some will need brawn, some will just need magic. We need to make you an ace in all three." His words came back to her.

It was credit to him that Juniper learned sword-fighting, it was credits to him that she trained with the bows and arrows. It was credit to him that she learned to convert her body, not just her magic into a physical barrage of weapons.

Her grip tightened on the glass. She missed him, but she pulled herself back into composure, a second later and glanced at the modern paraphernalia in the gym, latest in 2004. Draco had not heard anything and had proceeded to buy everything and furnish the gym for her. He had not even taken money. Frankly, she thought she had offended him when she had asked the amount she owed him.

She sighed and moved to the kitchen, meandering with the utensils and the electrical gadgets. It had not been Hermione but Luna who had discovered how to make electricity work around magic. Ron and George had helped. In fact, Weasley Wizarding wheezes was all set to expand from pranks into the manufacturer of magictrix goods, as they were calling it. There was the law about Muggle artifacts and Draco and she had tirelessly lobbied a way around it with the help of Arthur Weasley. In fact, the verdict would have been announced three weeks after the day she did the ritual to travel back in time. She hoped they won. She stopped the blender, poured out her cold coffee and took a sip. Her mind wandered back to Siddharth. Apart from her and Hermione, it had been him who knew his way around kitchen and all the electrical aids. George had picked up fast, so had Ron even though he sometimes got the names wrong, but nothing beat Sid's expertise.

She took another sip, ruminating on the law and the conversation around it. All the electrical devices in her trunk were illegal by law in 2004 but her friends had convinced her to make use of them nonetheless.

"Its hidden in layers of magic of your trunk and you are traveling back in time. They won't care." Ron had pointed out.

"And you will have a failsafe even in the past. The Muggle Artefacts law had not come up until 60s.." Hermione had put in helpfully.

"Yes Granger. June's biggest problem if authorities in 40s discover her electrical devices would be the devices, not the bizarre fact that she traveled back in time. "Draco had butt in sarcastically.

George had roared out in laughter. So had Ron. Surprisingly, Hermione had defended them when June had thrown a fit about their juvenile antics. It had been one weird day.

Remembering the day, she accioed the newspapers of the current date from June's timeline and took a glance.

This world was different. It diverged. Her interference, Death's interference had changed a lot. It had made transition easier for June but it had also complicated other things. The biggest of all of them was Grindelwald. He was more vicious, and the war was bloodier.

According to June's timeline, there were still 2 years before Dumbledore gathered courage and confronted him. Two years' worth of destruction and life loss. Cordelai was not sure that she could just stand by and watch it all happen.

"You are saying that you won't interfere with Grindelwald. It is not your focus, but I am not sure if you will be able to resist. You are a hero, June. Heroes don't sit on sidelines." Draco had seriously said.

"Do whatever your instincts say. They won't let you down Anya." Sid had said.

She agreed with Draco. The itch to go out and battle, the itch to end it nagged her at the back of mind. People were dying and she was sitting here playing mind games with Riddle. Instincts, it all boiled down to that. Sid read her too well. She was a seasoned, hardened warrior, sitting still when the world was in danger was not one of her things.

She could prevent a lot of this. And now, it seemed like her responsibility because her interference, likely had made Grindelwald a bit crueler. She would have to plan out something.

She hit the glass on the sink base with resolve. There were twenty minutes remaining for breakfast to begin.

She had one more thing to so before she climbed back into her Slytherin room

She looked at the bars attached slightly below the ceiling with trepidation. It was not because they were so high, or further apart or that her next exercise involved her crossing 500 metres by doing gymnastics. She was sure there were more technical terms, she just had focused on the technique more than the terms. It had been easier that way.

She could do it. She had done in hundreds of time before, but today was that day of the month. No, not the bars and not her period, it was the terrain below the bars that made her swallow heavily.

It was a swamp or a marsh or a bog. She had always done this with Siddharth or Draco supervising her and rescuing her if she fell in. Today, there would be no one.

The idea that she was in this alone, not just in the task but in this world alone was hitting the front of her mind in an overwhelming torrent.

She had skipped this exercise in the previous months, updating her knowledge of this world, sorting through Cordelia's memories, but today she had no excuse, but fear and the feeling of abandonment.

Technically, it had been she who abandoned them. She had a choice. It did not make her feel better though.

She bit the inside of her mouth for a bit and then abruptly did a high jump. She had to do it, all alone if she must. She had grabbed the nearest bar. Now it was only the matter of crossing the rest of the bog doing these jumps.

She swallowed again, closed her eyes, breathed deeply and took a swing…

She was covered in sweat. She did not fall down, but it was harder doing it alone with no voice encouraging her. She rested her hands on her knees and panted a bit.

Then again abruptly bounded towards her bathroom.

She slipped out of her tights, pushing them down with the soles of her feet and pulled off her tank top in an abrupt hurry as well.

The next she saw herself in the mirror, with her top half bared, and slid into the shower, after dumping all of her clothes and underclothes in a hamper.

She switched on the CD player before she did that though.

Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down

I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

Throw 'em back, till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as

they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

She smiled. It seemed apt to the activity that she had been doing just before this. She started shaking her body to the rhythm and switched on the hot water and streams came out from the shower.

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

Throw 'em back till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

She was brushing her long hair and removing the tangles from them in her Slytherin room when a knock came on her door.

She got up and opened the door.

"Where were you? I knocked last night as well." It was Dorea's urgent voice and face that greeted her.

She stepped aside to let Dorea in and then closed the door.

"I told you I was fine in Anastius' room. I just put a silencing spell since I wanted to sleep undisturbed." The lie rolled off her tongue easily.

She was a master liar. She had begun very early, lying to herself.

"If you can lie to yourself, you can lie to anybody." Sid had said, "I do not think you will need much training in that. But the problem is your guilt. You don't feel guilty when you lie to yourself, but you do when you do to others… you see the problem there. We need to fix it."

"Well, what happened?" Dorea asked curiously.

"We talked, I convinced him." Cordelia said shortly.

"He knows about parseltongue?"Dorea asked.

Cordelia nodded. Her mind was still stuck in 2002.

"And he did not get angry?"Dorea's voice was a mix of exasperation and urgency.

Cordelia did not trust her own temperament today. She was not be pushed or she would lash out. She was not doing well emotionally.

"He did." She said patiently, "I managed to convince him that I bore no danger to him or his position within the house."

"What did you tell him about parseltongue?"Dorea promptly asked.

"The truth." Cordelia again gave a small reply.

"The werewolf and the Naga? And he believed you?" Dorea was skeptical.

"Yes, the werewolf and the Naga, how else do you think I got the parseltongue." Cordelia was on edge, "And yes, he believed me."

"Riddle just does not believe anybody."Dorea mused, "He seems to have a soft spot for you, what with Quidditch and even before that."

"Well, we are friends, sort of. And what do you mean by 'before that'?" Cordelia asked. Her mind was still wandering, Draco's smirk, Ron's grin… She shook her head and looked expectantly at Dorea.

"Well, you remember the day after the failed mutiny." Dorea began.

"There was no mutiny." Cordelia said sharply.

"There would have been, had you not interfered. But do you remember what went down between Lucretia and Ignatius Prewett."

"How can I forget? I swear if he disrespects Lucretia one more time, I will..." Cordelia began, her tone irritated.

"Listen to me first" Dorea interrupted, " We were discussing her, I and Alphard, and Riddle presumed it was you. He looked worried and he asked after you."

'You think he is playing me?" Cordelia asked pointedly.

"No, he seemed genuine. That is what surprised me." Dorea answered honestly.

"Well, as I said, we are friends. Frankly, Riddle is not bad. I told you that." Cordelia said, still lost in her thoughts.

"Yes, you did. But how is the 'friendship' going to work out? Women do not socialize with men, unless it is courtships. I know you think you broke the barriers with Raphael, but I should point out that even he is hoping to court you." Dorea asked.

"I socialize with the quidditch team, Flint, Burke, Zabini." She again said in a similar tone.

'They treat you like a sister. So does Charlie, if you are thinking of invoking his name." Dorea argued back.

"Well, too bad. I don't think of them as brothers and I am not going to let any of them court me anytime soon. They are friends. I am going to socialize with men without being their sister and they will not the chance to court me either." Cordelia snapped, " I am not going to let an ancient dogma preaching about my character to define or decide my behavior."

Dorea was stunned.

Cordelia sighed, collecting herself, letting go of her past, if only briefly, "I know that does not sound like me. The perfect Black heiress."

"No, damn well, it does not." Dorea snapped.

"I was going to rebel eventually. The fact that I am the heiress is just another perk." Cordelia shrugged.

"Why?"Dorea had trouble comprehending it.

'Because I am tired." Cordelia said forcefully, "Tired of being underestimated, just because I am a woman. We have had this conversation Dorea. I am underestimated, so are you. I am the Black Heiress because Uncle does not have a choice. But for one moment, he does not think that I deserve my power. Men always appreciate my power, but they think that they could have made better use of it if they had it. I am constantly underestimated Dorea, and let nobody else tell you otherwise." Cordelia was losing her temper.

'Well…" Dorea began but could not find words.

"Are you honestly telling me that I am less worthy than Oree, than Affy, Or Abe or Riddle? Are you telling me you believe that you are less worthy than anyone of them? No, we are as good as them." Cordelia said impatiently, her volume had risen.

"We are not less worthy." Dorea whispered.

"No, we are not. Then why is my interest in politics novel, why do people say 'despite being a girl', why am I only good enough for being courted and bearing children. I have interests beside a household!" Cordelia's tone was sharp and loud.

Next, she closed her eyes and swallowed, "I am sorry, I should not have screamed. None of it is our fault or your fault. At least, we are not the only ones at fault. It is the system. I am going to change that, by hook or by crook and the men can watch and so can women!" She said very calmly.

"It is a lot to take in." Dorea said.

"I am not denying you that. Take all the time you need." Cordelia said.

"I don't think you are wrong though. I did not think that the last time and I don't think that right now. It is going to take a while to get used to it, to get used to the fact that I can do as much as Charlie can, or Oree can or Affy can, but I will do it. I will be with you Corrie, through it all. I will struggle and you will need to push me but I will try." Dorea completed her thoughts.

Cordelia regarded her with a look and then a light alarm blared from her wand.

"Quidditch Practice" She muttered and then shook her head.

"Go, make a name for yourself because you are the best seeker that Slytherin could have. This would be the beginning, I guess. You need to win, your hope, my hope, our hope for a better place for us in the society lies on it." Dorea said seriously.

"I will try my best." Cordelia nodded seriously and ran outside.


Hah, phew. I did not think that I would get this written in time. Next up will be another interlude and the one after that might also be an interlude. Depends on the length of the stuff that I write.

To everyone reading this, thank you. '

And share your thoughts with me.

In case, people did not get this in Chapter 4, then Cordelia knew the answer to the Hippogriff question because of her 3rd year. Remember, Hermione mentioning it to Harry! Yeah, that.

I had a horrible day and week and I nearly forgot to update. But I remembered before I was turning in. So here it is. Leave me good reviews.

To those who reviewed and I did not reply. Sorry I will try and catch up with them this week!

The lyrics of the song Chandelier do not belong to me.

That's about it.

Until next time.