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.


For your references

"Talk"

"Thought"

"Parseltongue"


Chapter 19: Coma

Cordelia's POV

She felt like she was floating, somewhere at some time. She was just floating. Everything was pain free, everything …she did not feel. It was all good, it was all happy.

She had a bubble in her heart. It did not seem like it would burst. It was a nice bubble.

"June…" A soft voice called.

June, she was called that once. Should she stop, should she follow the voice? Cordelia was confused. The place was timeless. She may as well explore. She raised her hand towards the voice. Somehow the voice was physical and she was sucked into a, sucked into something….

She was a spectator. She knew the place. USA. The vacation. All of them. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Blaise, Draco, Siddharth. George could not get away because of work.

She remembered that conversation with Hermione well. They had both sat on seats near the counter of a café.

She had worn a light baby blue summer dress that day that emphasized her tiny waist with a full skirt beginning beneath her breasts and her slender arms with those butterfly sleeves.

"How is it going with Sid?" Hermione's quiet question had not surprised June.

"How is what going?" She had still pointedly ask. She could predict the conversation's occurrence but that did not mean that she wanted to have it.

"Are we back to pretending that there is nothing between the two of you? How is Draco taking it?" Hermione's impatient questions annoyed June who gave a pretentious amused smile.

Hermione knew right away that she was testing June's patience now.

"I have never denied anything between me and Sid. I just don't let you see what isn't. As for Draco, why don't you ask him?" She had quickly said, picked up her purse, finished her Frappe in a gulp and left.

"June, wait…" She had ignored Hermione's voice.

She was immediately sucked out and sucked in someplace else.


'What did Hermione say now? You were giving her a cold shoulder the entire evening?" Siddharth was asking. He wore a Hawaiian shirt on a pair of Khaki shorts. She was dressed in a camouflage Capri and a crop top.

'She has to bring our relationship every time. Can't she take a hint and just shut up?" June said grudgingly, stamping her foot on the beach sand.

"She wants the best for you…" Sid said in a tired voice.
"Well, her best for me is not the same as my best for me…" She said with a hard swallow, "I am sorry but I need to do this Sid. I need to right things and if all that will take is loving Tom Riddle, then I have no qualms in doing it."

"We don't want you to go either, you know that, right? Draco and I?" Sid said after much struggle.

"I know. At least, you consider my side. I would just be happy if she pretended to consider my side." June said bitterly.

"It is tough on her, you know that. You will be leaving forever. Forever. You are her best friend. She is going to miss you." Siddharth said.

"You mean you are going to miss me…" She said, silently asking him a question.

"I would not deny that it is difficult watching you throw away your life for a dead crazed murderer who might or might not be redeemable or savable." He said with a little wince, looking towards the sun.

"Way to put it crassly." She muttered unhappily.

He chuckled.

"Do I need to give my speech again?" She asked after a comfortable silence, settling down on the sand.

"Nah, I know why you need to go and most of the time, I understand it. Sometimes though, it is just difficult. Though, I know it is more difficult on you. The idea of leaving behind everyone you love, everything that is comfortable, to chase him across dimensions, time. I won't be hard on you. I will talk to Hermione, she will back off." Sid said, settling down with her.

"I love you…" She whispered after a few moments.

"I love you too…" Sid replied back with a forlorn smile, knowing that their love was not meant to be.

Sucked out and sucked in.


"You know, for a dark wizard, he lives quite a colored life…."June commented loudly from the back of the racing motorbike.

"You are telling me…"Sid chuckled.

She saw June and Sid passing mountainous roads…chuckling, laughing to themselves.

"He lives here, in this cave….what a waste for immortality?" She muttered after she got off from the bike near a cave.

"Juniper Potter…" A wispy voice said, "I did not think I would see you…"

"Neither did I… It is not a meeting I have been looking forward to," June said tartly.

The Wizard gave a thin smile, "And you are not a magical, a creature perhaps…"He looked at Siddharth.

Siddharth gave him a bland look, "You need not concern yourself with that,"

"You taught Tom Riddle the ritual he used to resurrect himself…"She began.

"It is irreversible, your quest is in vain. He is immortal." The man said.

"I know, I killed him…"June said blandly. The irony of her statement was not lost on her.

That shook the wizard. He looked shocked but he schooled his features.

"He would have been your husband…..you killed him?" He whispered.

"Yes and inherited the house of Slytherin by marriage." June said crassly.

She had decided not to show her emotions about Tom in front of the leech. He would just have exploited it.

"So you know about Horcruxes…" He murmured.

"His and yours." She summoned three trinkets out of the motorbike's bag and let them hover in the air.

"It was a mutual exchange. He taught you the key to making Horcruxes and while you taught him the darkest, vilest rituals….Black Arts not Dark Arts…Did you lie to him? Did you tell him the difference? It does not matter. I am a child of magic and I can sense soul magic from afar…." June stepped towards him threateningly.

"Give them back, girl…" The man said rabidly and urgently.

"The thing is I am not here to negotiate with you. I already know what you did. I already know where to find you. I just needed that. The world could do with one less of you…"She muttered…

"Fiendfyre…" She murmured and a controlled fire dragon in her palm rose and destroyed all three trinkets and died down.

The man was raising his wand….But Siddharth bound him… and she sent a clear Reducto to his heart.

June then called Fiendfyre again and burned the corpse to ashes.

"Did that make you feel better?" Sid asked.

"Not really…" She muttered unhappily while Sid chuckled.

"I just need to find him before Tom does and kill him when I do the dimension travel. I hope I do not forget." She muttered.


Sucked in and sucked out.

Oh my Merlin! That had been one wild night. She stood on the stage with Black Tights and a red crop top and she had been singing. She had been uninhibited. Not because she was drunk, but because she had done a dark ritual that had brought out her sexual side temporarily. The effect had been more pronounced because she actively suppressed her sexual urges.

Sid had been amused while Draco had been scared by her advances.

Well, she could not help it under those circumstances.

But this had been one pub night and she had just gone on the stage, stole the lyrics of the two songs and performed them…

Thank Merlin, It was only Sid with her that night. The others would have never let her live that down.

She had a mic in her hand and let us just say that she was quite sultry that night.

"My demons are begging me to open up my mouth
I need them mechanically make the words come out
They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce
Ignite me, licking at the flames they bring about

I sold my soul to a three-piece
And he told me I was holy
He's got me down on both knees
But it's the devil that's tryna

Hold me down, hold me down
Sneaking out the back door,
Make no sound
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

Hold me down, hold me down
Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

"

Now that she was going back to the memory, Sid looked a lot lustful than she had realized. And her lust, the object of her lust, she was sure it was not Sid. It was just one of her fantasies with Tom.

She had been so uncaring. She received roving response for the first song and she had broken into another one…

"

I found God
I found him in a lover
When his hair falls in his face
And his hands so cold they shake

I found the Devil
I found him in a lover
And his lips like tangerines
And his color coded speak

Now we're lost somewhere in outer space
In a hotel room where demons play
They run around beneath our feet
We roll around beneath these sheets

I've got a lover
A love like religion
I'm such a fool for sacrifice
It's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down

I've got a lover
And I'm unforgiven
I'm such a fool to pay this price
It's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down

I found a martyr
He told me that I'd never
With his educated eyes
And his head between my thighs

Her eyes met Sid's and had she given him a leer? She had definitely caught him off guard. He looked surprised but his pupils were dilated.

He had shown her how horny he was later in the night…

I found a savior
I don't think he remembers
'Cause he's off to pay his crimes
And he's got no time for mine

Now we're lost somewhere in outer space
In a hotel room where demons play
They run around beneath our feet
We roll around beneath these sheets

I've got a lover
A love like religion
I'm such a fool for sacrifice
It's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down

I've got a lover
And I'm unforgiven
I'm such a fool to pay this price
It's coming down, down, coming down
It's coming down, down, coming down

"

She sang well, very well. She was surprised and she looked happy, so happy…

Sucked in and sucked out.

She was dressed in a white dress and her hair were laden with Red roses. Hermione, Ginny and Luna were there in red dresses. They were all laughing.

It was a wedding. Her wedding.

"Congratulations Mrs. Malfoy…" Blaise gave her a smirk and leaned forward for a hug.

"I am keeping my maiden name, thank you very much." She said blandly, responding to his hug happily.

"Of course, who would want a sullied name like Malfoy? Certainly not the savior!" A man sneered.

"Who is he? Why is he on the guest list?" Juniper asked pointedly, completely ignoring the man's jab.

"Ministry Employee, Regulation of creatures. All department heads are invited June." Hermione informed. She had been the one in charge of the guest list. Though she looked mighty guilty now.

"Of course, Mr. Sanders, the despicable man who sent an atrocious message to Andy about my godson… How can I possibly forget you?" Juniper spat.

The man sneered.

"Remove him from this place. Bodily throw him out if you must." June said darkly to Blaise who nodded as June stepped away, her eyes disturbed.

The marriage to Draco had been a well thought out political move. The Savior marrying the son of the right hand man of Voldemort had salvaged the lives of several dark families. June had wanted to show that the sides of the war had ended with it. The Magical people needed to be one, needed to function and cooperate with each other. She had Draco had been friends, really good friends. She knew that he had harbored romantic feelings for her but it had all been platonic from her. An unconsummated marriage, planned just in paper. She barely lived in the Malfoy Manor, only for show, events or functions. Her home was the desolate Slytherin manor where she had exiled herself to repent for killing Voldemort. Draco was not the only one. George had struck to rekindle the spark she had shared with him in 4th and 5th year. It was for naught. Her eyes had only been stuck to a man who was six feet under and sometimes for Sid. And even with Sid, their relationship had never gone beyond that first kiss. Whenever they were 'horny', they sparred or dueled with each other and spent the energy like that. June could not bring herself, she could bring herself to go beyond that. She never kissed Sid again much less share her bed with anyone.

June's eyes met George's.

"You had to marry Draco bloody Malfoy…" He said in a light imitation of his dialogue he had shot a few days ago.

"What can I say? He is unique." She smiled, planting a kiss on George's cheek. He returned the gesture. Lightly shaking his head, he offered her his arm and led her away to where Ron and Sid were standing.

"How does it feel to see your wife getting married again?" He asked Sid.

"Splendid..." Sid smiled a suave smile.

"Hush…" Ron muttered, glancing around carefully.

"Relax, Ron. Nobody knows…" June had muttered with a smile.

"Yeah, all you guys have seen is a picture of our ceremony. Nobody has any memory of it. Our marriage is not legal. It is magical. We use it as a replacement for Riddle's magic. Hers and Draco's is only legal and not magical. It is all thought out…"Sid said in a low voice, as he smiled leisurely at the guests. He was a master at deception, really.

Sucked in and sucked out


"Where are you taking me?" Draco had asked.

This was way before they got married. In fact, this was a few days before she met Siddharth. She had permanently shifted herself to the life of a nomad. She never stayed anywhere more than a few days and the only permanent junction was Slytherin Manor. Draco had been worried about where she disappeared off to. And that is why she had told him about the Slytherin manor that day and taken him for a visit.

"Welcome to Slytherin Estate." She murmured as they landed in a lush green valley in the center of which was a Castle.

"Does it have portraits?" Draco asked.

"Yes, there are portraits. Salazar is the only one awake though. And he never realizes how much time has passed. He said he lost count. Now though, he maintains an ancient calendar to wait till my next visit." She murmured slowly.

She began walking towards something, but not towards the castle.

"Where…"Draco trailed off as he spotted a Juniper tree planted in the center of the meadow and realized that it was the destination for June's hurried steps.

When they reached the tree, he realized that the tree provided shadow to a grave which was laden with flowers. It simply read, "Here lies Tom Riddle, a boy whom the world forgot.'

"It was already there…The tree. I just brought him here and buried him. It just seemed oddly poetic. I could not protect him when he was alive, I thought I would do it when he was dead." She softly said.

There was a tense silence.

She had not blamed Draco for the silence. Voldemort had not given him fond memories but for her sake, he tried to understand. He always tried to understand.

Draco broke the silence with a jab, "I really don't think he would have cared for the flowers…"

She stared at him blankly for a moment.

She guessed that she had worried Draco in that moment because his smug smile had vaporized and he was about to make a stuttering excuse when she had laughed.

She had a tinkling laugh. A Happy laugh. It was not surprising that the things that made her most happy as Juniper always boiled down to things regarding Tom Riddle.


Sucked in and sucked out

She sat Indian style at the end of two graves. Remus Lupin and Tonks. But her eyes were not on them or the wreaths on their graves. It was on the tiny grave nestled between the two.

Teddy Lupin.

Tears flowed down her cheeks freely.

When she had seen Remus and Tonks after the battle, or seen their bodies, she had promised herself that she would be a better godparent than Sirius.

She loved Sirius but Sirius had not been around. She had promised that she would be around, for birthdays and tough days, when he walked, when he talked, his first Hogwarts train ride…

She let out a silent sob.

But it was all for naught. Teddy had been with Andy and June had left him there. God knows that the woman needed her only family around to be sane. June had always lived without people, she could still do it.

But they had attacked. Some death eaters who had escaped had attacked. Andy was a fighter. She fought for an hour. June had been the prisoner of a warlord in Brazil then. Too far away.

She did make it back after Andy's harried patronus reached her, but Andy was lying bloodied and Teddy was nowhere to be found.

June had tried but she had been so caught up in grief that she could not do anything.
She had pushed her political clout, Draco had pushed his….all for naught because Teddy was the son of a werewolf.

They did find him a day later. It was one of Draco's sources…

They had sold Teddy for a pureblood sport on full moon...

They hacked the bodies of werewolf children into pieces…

They were too late…all June found were pieces of her godson….

And Sanders, that despicable man...he had told Andy that she should be glad that those purebloods got rid of her godson. She should be grateful….

June had cursed him and had been reprimanded. If it were not for Sid's restraining arms, she would have killed him. She had no qualms with killing anymore.

That was when her faith in the Wizarding world broke. That was the moment when all she wanted to do was run away. Run away to past…to Tom...

This world was not redeemable, maybe it was redeemable when he was a kid. Maybe...just maybe…

She had been a good godmother…even with her nomadic lifestyle, she visited Teddy weekly. She visited no one but she visited Teddy. The last thread holding her to Britain broke when he died and June left. She left and ran away as fast as she could…

No, she was such a bad godmother…

Sucked in and sucked out


June was sitting in the restricted section of the Library at Hogwarts with express permission of McGonagall and Madam Pince. Pince had been none too happy about it. According to her, June did not respect her precious books.

June had listened to it from one ear and let it out from the other. She was so used to the lectures about book treatment from Hermione.

June could take care of books just fine. She just believed in using them for what they were meant. Gaining Knowledge.

If she just let a book sit idle like a trophy, she would render the books useless.

Books were meant to be read. Preserved yes, but preserved for reading and not for showcasing them.

With that thought, she gingerly turned the page of the book she was perusing. It was not a book, rather a potions grimoire of the 18th century potioneer Vindictus Viridian. That man was once the headmaster of Hogwarts and had left behind his journals to the school.

The man had been liberal in sharing his knowledge about curses and counter curses but had been paranoid about safekeeping his potions knowledge. He had not published most of his 'experimental' work in potions, rather hiding it in the restricted section of the school.

June had not been searching for this book or grimoire. She had been looking into the emerald potion that Voldemort had put in the basin in the cave.

When she had told Sid and Draco, they had both looked scared.

"It is a monstrosity." Sid had said. It was the first time she had seen him this shaken.

"You know about it." Draco had asked, his face pale as he glanced towards Sid.

"I have heard of it." Sid murmured.

"It is called the Drink of Despair. In street lingo, it is also called a Dementor's draught. It does exactly what a dementor does, sucks out happiness among other things. It wears off only in time, days, months. I do not know about an antidote…" Draco had whispered with a pale face, "I have just heard rumors about it. It is too dangerous, even to administer. Too barbaric…It was lost in time but it was rediscovered." He looked scared.

She had followed faint trails of it, whispers in the streets. Turns out Master Viridian had dug it out of obscurity and written down in this grimoire and it was no wonder that Tom Riddle, of all the people, had found it and later used it as Voldemort. Thus, making the potion available in market again, albeit for a small time and a huge amount of money.

June had to give Tom that, he was resourceful and he used every avenue of gain more knowledge.

She flipped through more pages, of the most grotesque potions, worse than the ones in Most Potente Potions….

She felt a yawn coming and rested her elbows on the desk, rubbing her eyes to overcome the waft of drowsiness. She gently touched her hair. They were tied in a ponytail with an emerald green silk hairband and she wore a dark comfortable robe.

She glanced out the long window panel. It was dark, as dark as it had been a couple of hours ago.

She silently cast a tempus. It was three in the morning.

She decided to take the rest of the day off. She needed to sleep. She thought she could trouble Narcissa. That women sure knew how to make tea and give shoulder massages.

She would avoid Molly. Every time June went to Burrow, she heard the same speech about settling down and having babies. At least, Narcissa was more subtle. It was not as if June did not want a family or children. She just wanted them later, later when she had fixed the timeline, gone and found Tom. Sorted out this stuff. Well, maybe. She did not really know what she wanted.

But she needed to visit Molly, perhaps this weekend. Not now, right now she was too tired to listen to Molly. And though it was late in night, there was a chance that Narcissa would be up.

She sighed, got up, pushed back the bench with the back of her calves and picked the grimoire.

She considered sneaking it out but she did not want to be banned from the library.

With another sigh, she put it back on the shelf but cast a privacy ward on it just as a measure.

She returned to the desk, pulled off the dark shawl, wrapped herself in it and absentmindedly wandered out to get out of the castle.

She was walking down a corridor when she realized it. She was not on her regular route. This was a different corridor but it seemed familiar.

She was not as surprised by the familiarity. She had spent considerable time in the castle exploring under the Invisibility cloak. A familiar corridor was far from a surprise; but she had this strong feeling. This place, it held memories, emotional memories…

She remembered something and moved hurriedly to a classroom door and opened it quickly on a hunch.

There, in all its glory, was the mirror of Erised.

June stopped at the door. Last time when she had seen the mirror, it had been her family.

She had no family, even now.

"It doesn't do to dwell on dreams…"She muttered to herself and stopped short of entering. She knew she will not be seeing her parents. She had gotten over their death, sort of. She wished that they were not dead but she knew it was not the most desired desire in her right now.

If she took the steps and entered and saw the mirror, it would be real. Her desire would be real.

And she would dwell on it.

She did not have time to dwell on things. She had too much on her plate. That is why she was ignoring Draco. He was finding more meaning in this marriage than she was. That was why she was trying to avoid Sid because he made those feelings rise in her. She had no time for those feelings. She had too much on her plate.

She loved them, but….

She swallowed and looked down, lost in her racing thoughts.

When she looked up, the mirror was still there, as enticing as it was before.

On a whim, she took a step forward and stopped abruptly.

"This won't change anything. I will still go, find and love Tom." She promised herself aloud. She looked at the mirror in determination, as if the mirror had the ability to take away her everything.

It probably did.

She bit her lips. Whatever, she was just putting it off.

She shook her head and walked quickly to the front of the mirror with a bent head.

When she looked up, she was plainly surprised by what the mirror showed her.

She was there, of course. Standing in a pale cream gown with emerald green embroidery. Her hair were tied back just like they were right now with ringlets curling around her ears.

What was different was the soft, satisfied smile that her counterpart had.

And the fact that her head was tucked under a man's chin, above which was a glowing, light smile and smiling midnight blue eyes.

It was Tom, Tom Riddle with her in the mirror and they looked happy and together.

She raised her hands and placed them on his smiling lips. What she would not do to see that smile?

In the mirror, Tom, he was taller than her, he bent down and pecked her hair and she glanced up at him and they shared a smile.

It was so cliché…but it was what she wanted…to be normal…with him.

Her eyes were fixed on the happy Tom, memorizing every little detail of his visage hungrily. From his black, wavy hair to his eyes to the smile crinkles, she moved her fingers yearningly, wishing that she could touch him for real.

Tears brimmed in her eyes but didn't escape, and she gave a sad, forlorn smile.

A movement behind the two figures in the mirror startled her. She had been so focused on the face of Tom that she had not noticed the surroundings.

It was the courtyard of Slytherin manor, neat, clean and laden with plants and a marble fountains and sculptures. A restored courtyard, but that wasn't what caught her eye.

Two tiny figures peeped out from behind her counterpart and Tom's legs. Both had mops of black hair and pale skin. A boy and a girl. The boy with her green eyes and the girl with his midnight blue eyes. The girl had her small, pert nose and the boy had Tom's sharp nose. The girl looked mischievous and the boy, her son, she permitted herself to say it in her head, he had such a shy smile.

It took Juniper's everything to not cry. Her feet staggered. She took a step back and sank to the floor, putting the shawl in her mouth to stifle her own screams.

Tom still smiled at her from the mirror.

Sucked in and sucked out


Juniper sat near Tom's grave, pruning the flowers with the scissors in her hand absent-mindedly. This was the only part of garden that thrived because of her care. She had planted every single flower on the grave with her hands and she frequently returned for the upkeep.

She was lost in thoughts, thoughts of the mirror. She had eventually made it out of the room and castle but it had taken a lot out of her.

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live…" A faint hoarse and cracked whisper shook her out the thoughts.

"What bring you here Death?" She softly asked without a bite.

"No sarcasm, no threats, no bite. Are you well, mistress?" Death asked.

"You already know the answer." She said simply, "I find it hard to believe that you missed a Boxseat to my struggle against the mirror. Did you have a good laugh?" She asked bitterly.

"It is true that I do not need an invisibility cloak to be invisible but whatever you saw in the mirror is yours. I could never see it even if I wanted to. Because your desires and mine are very different." Death spoke after a small silence.

"Will you stop quoting Dumbledore? It is creepy." She said shortly.

"You sit over a grave and you call me creepy." He shot back.

"Death is natural, grieving is natural. Not creepy. But the way you choose to interact with me is creepy." She said softly.

He lounged back in the glass with a throaty laughter, "Of course, it is creepy. You are alive. I specialize in dealing with the dead." But he brought his hands forward and clapped them, "At least you seem alive biologically."

"Are you going to say my soul is dead, my heart is dead and give me motivating speeches about how I need to come out of it…"June said scathingly.

"Nope" He popped the p. "I am not destiny or fate. I don't do motivation."

"Then what do you want? " She asked forcefully.

"I don't want anything. I am merely a messenger this time." Death said.

"From whom?" She asked in the same tone but with a little wonder.

"They don't have names...That is too plebian and mortal..."Death shrugged.

"Yeah, they are just known by the functions they carry out. How materialistic?" She shot back.

"And there is the woman that was hiding. Rancid tone suits you." He gave a lopsided smile to her.

She rolled her eyes, "What message?"

"Having a desire is not a bad thing. Knowing your desire is not a bad thing. Wanting your desire is not a bad thing. It is human and you are allowed to be human. I know it feels weird to miss someone you are not sure that you know. I know it feels even bizarre to think that you love him beyond your comprehension despite not knowing him. I know it is difficult because his absence only intensifies everything that you feel. I know it is difficult to realize that he may never want your love or respect it. I know it is difficult to realize that your want to be with him is equal to your need to see him happy even if his happiness means the death of everything else. I know you cannot choose between the two right now but the ache of both the need and the want are tearing you apart. You know you will choose his happiness, you will choose it over and over and over. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. You will keep choosing it. Yet, the simple lack of him means more than the presence of others to you and it will keep meaning more. Because you love him, you love him so very much. There is a madness in loving him. The lack of reason just makes it more flawless. And just so you know, his happiness might coincide with your want to be him. Despite knowing this; you are afraid, so very afraid, that you are going to do in your life is pine for him because he is a world away, far away in space and time and despite all your efforts you might never be able to reach him. Even if you reach him, you will have to say farewell to the rest of your world and you don't know if you can do it. You are afraid that leaving your world would hurt you so much that you won't be able to help him, able to love him. And I will be honest, leaving is going to have to hurt, you will cry and let go of a lot of things and people to get to the other side. It is sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye. It is going to break you down, like falling when you try to fly. But I don't know a better flyer. You will fly and you will be fine. You have bested fires and dragons as you flew. You have bested dementors, you have bested every hardship as you flew, as you lived. My lovely daughter, you have been so brave throughout. Don't lose your courage now, don't doubt your intentions now. All will be well. We love you." Death said without pause.

Every single word made June more rigid. She had an inkling in the beginning about who sent the message. She now knew who. It was not the address as daughter that confirmed it but the line 'you have been so brave.'

"Mom…"June said in a slow whisper. Lily Potter had said the exact same words 'you have been so brave' when June had been walking to her death and had used the resurrection stone. She had never used the stone again despite finding it on her desk after a few days.

Death did not nod, he just said, "I must say, Lily Potter is one of the wisest souls I have carried over to the other side, even though she is not called by that name anymore."

That confirmed it even though it was not as if that she had needed the confirmation.

"All will be well..."She whispered with a little conviction.

Sucked in….


A/N: I know most of you want to kill me right now. No awake Cordelia, no Tom, No Renatus, nothing. A Chapter full of past. But it had to be done. In case, you did not guess, this is what is going through Cordelia's head in her Coma.

But as a compensation, I hope you liked the glimpse of Tom and Cordelia's babies. :D

Her barriers against her past have gotten complicated because of the Coma. Exactly what, won't be addressed till the end of fourth year. No more Juniper for a while.

Also, I know there is a lot of anxiety about Sid. Hope this chapter quelled it. They were not even real lovers. They just loved each other but they never took the relationship forward. Death just likes to tease Cordelia. Or maybe, you don't need to be physically involved to be lovers. Choose your pick. It is actually both. June never seriously committed herself to him but they both knew their affections for each other.

About the marriages, again contractual. If it was not clear in this chapter, then she married Draco to create a stable polity in Magical Britain. She married Sid to fool her bond since his magic is slightly similar to Tom's because of their Naga ancestry. Both marriages were unconsummated. And yes, she was married to both of them.

One of the readers wrote a long, detailed review about Sid. I know you guys are still anxious. That arc is a very faint possibility. It is one of the multiple futures that I have thought for this fic. I don't think I will have the strength to write so much. But the Sid arc will be like one fanfic to Flipped, I guess. And it will be one among the multiple futures I will write. If I write it at all. For more explanation, read on my Author Page. I might update it slightly later though.

hope you liked the chapter. It was one hell of a long chapter, so I hope you are grateful. :P PLEASE REVIEW.

And yeah, I crossed the 750 followers mark with this week, so thank you all for your enormous support. I had not even imagined in my dreams that I would have such following when I posted the prologue. But it sure does feel nice. Keep Reading. :D

The songs in the above chapter are Hold me Down and Coming Down by Halsey. I don't own them.


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