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) 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 20: Kiss me
Cordelia's POV
"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 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 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. And 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. 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.
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, not that she is called that 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….
Cordelia Faye Black opened her eyes with a gasp. All would be well. She would make it well.
Tom's POV
It was really chilly in this part of London. Tom let out an involuntary shudder as he stood near a window in a corridor that led to the reception of the orphanage. Normally, he would be bitter about not being able to conjure fire, but today that thought was miles away. Frankly, he thought he deserved to be caged in this hellhole. It had been five days since Cordelia was attacked and four since he had seen her.
He had only been able to catch a glimpse in the entrance hall as her parents and relatives left Hogwarts with their progeny and her. She had been sleeping on a stretcher. At least, that is what he tried to tell himself. She was sleeping and not in a coma. 4 freaking days and Tom had never been worse. Despite his adamancy about coming back to the orphanage, he had made Orion and Abraxas swear that they would keep him updated.
He had received 2 letters so far telling him that there was no change but the healers were looking for a solution nonetheless. Their parents were also branching out to other non-wizarding magical healings and seeing what they could do.
Tom had arrived this morning in the orphanage and he had heard no word about her for more than 48 hours. He cleaned the frost from one window and glanced outside. The streets were caked with snow.
Looked like Lia's hope about a white Yule would be coming true. He just wished she would be healthy and fine when the day came.
He glanced away. Saying her name in his head still hurt, it was more than a pang, it was as if something was driving hot knives in his heart but he thought of her again and again for two reasons. One, he was afraid that if he stopped thinking about her, he would wake up and Lia would be a lie. Everything they had would prove to be a lie. Her existence would be a lie because he did not deserve her perfection. Two was the same reason as to why he was in the orphanage and not at Malfoy manor. Tom was punishing himself. He deserved this. He had been unable to save her. What use was his advanced prowess and agility? What use was his paranoia and lifetime of scheming when he could not save what mattered most to him in the end?
He was supposed to be under his covers. If Mrs. Cole saw him up at this hour, he knew he would be punished. Not that he cared.
But he just couldn't sleep. He had not slept at all in the past 5 days, not just because he was used to sleeping beside Cordelia but because every time he closed his eyes, he saw her falling and her spilling blood.
He just could not...he just could not contain his emotions.
He heard a small movement that came from the reception of the orphanage. He looked there suspiciously but ignored it.
He glanced outside again. He could see snowflakes coming down again. It was going to get even colder. The sleep deprivation along with cold was probably playing with his head.
He started to move back towards his deserted room. But he thought that he heard footsteps. When he looked around, he saw nothing.
He was highly confused, and then he heard a faint tinkling laughter…
"I must be hallucinating…"He muttered to himself. He walked without looking up but then again heard a heavy footfall. He knew this one…Mrs. Cole.
He looked around frantically for a place where he could hide.
In the end, he felt a hand push him to the wall while covering him in something. He was about to yell when a finger came to his lips, "Shhhh." He knew that soft finger. He immediately looked down and was greeted with his favorite smile and deep emerald orbs.
Cordelia's body was pressed into his and he was pressed onto a wall and both of them were covered with what appeared to be an invisibility cloak.
Tom still did not believe that she was really here. He was blatantly staring at her in disbelief.
She was just smiling at him in her usual petulant way. A broad smile with those sparks in her eyes. She was so painfully beautiful. He wanted to raise his hand and touch her, hold her but he was afraid that she was going to disappear. So for now, he was just content in looking at her. He would never, ever get tired of that smile. Beautiful. Not just in looks, Lia was beautiful because of what she represented for him. Beautiful…
Tom wanted to cry but he had shut his emotions. Shut it the moment Evelyn told him…. All he had held onto was his anger…
Mrs. Cole heavy footsteps came closer…
Tom still did not look away but Cordelia did. She turned her head to make her eyes follow the movement of the older woman. Tom turned his head too.
They both saw her walking down the length of the corridor with a candle in her hand. She must be coming from the scullery. She entered her room and the door was shut behind her.
"Is that her room?" Cordelia asked in a whisper, looking directly into Tom's eyes. Tom opened his mouth but no voice came. He was frankly startled to hear her speak. He had thought he would never see or hear from her again. In the end, he just nodded.
"Phew," Cordelia muttered and removed the cloak from both of their heads.
She looked at him and beamed again, "So, how has it been?"
Tom stared at her in disbelief.
"Why did you rebuff Abe? You were supposed to be in the manor. I had to travel all the way from Black Manor to come and get you….." Cordelia muttered heatedly with a frown. Tom couldn't believe his ears.
"Are you okay? This place did not get to you…" She did not wait for his answer, "My poor baby…." She stood on her toes and pecked his forehead.
Tom froze then. He had felt her lips….He still could not say anything, not after what had happened in the past 4 days, not after his inability to save her, not after what he had done to cope with her absence. Cordelia was not that familiar with his dark side.
They hear another footstep. Cordelia quickly covered them again while looking around suspiciously.
It was Martha and that boy, Billy. She was scolding him in light tones. They had not entered this corridor yet but Tom could hear them.
He ignored the voices, focusing on Cordelia's even breathing instead. She shivered and crooned closer to him with her body pressed into his completely and her head near the crook of his neck, her nose touching the bottom of his chin. He just stared into her eyes.
1, 2, 3…..
Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
Lie down with me
And hold me in your arms
And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love
Settle down with me
And I'll be your safety
You'll be my lady
I was made to keep your body warm
But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms
Oh no
My heart's against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love
Yeah I've been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that's how I know you
So I hold you close to help you give it up
So kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love
Their lips were probably an inch apart from each other. She was staring into his eyes and he was just drinking in her face. He was feeling compelled to just brush his lips against hers.
It was she who moved closer. Tom would have backed away if he had not been backed against a wall. But he stood there, completely still.
Their noses met each other. He could not help it. He lightly nuzzled her. She smiled at that and rested her forehead against his left cheek and then lightly kissed his nose.
"Where is your cloak? You will catch a cold…" She gently reprimanded.
Tom did not say anything. He just stared at her and took her palms into his, their fingers interlacing, softly feeling each other's skin.
"I missed you…." She muttered and he was buried in a hug.
Oh, gosh, her smell. How much had he missed this? Just basking in her presence. He nuzzled at her neck and he felt her fingers tighten in his hair…
His eyes were on the verge of leaking.
"We should get inside your room…" She muttered softly.
Tom reluctantly let go of her and let her lead him to his bedroom. Unlike the usual rule, Tom had a room all by himself. Nobody wanted to room with him and frankly, Tom preferred it that way.
His room was scant and sparse. A cot was pushed against one wall and the Almirah was pushed against another. There was no desk, nothing. One wall had a window, which was shut tightly.
His trunk from the school was just below that window and Tom used it as a makeshift side table at times. Currently, the Gaunt book lay on it.
Tom had taken it out after light outs in the hope of reading it. In the hope of smelling Cordelia in it. It had not been useful.
Cordelia immediately dashed in the direction of the book.
"I forgot to mention it earlier but all Black books have a tracker on them. Uncle finds it somewhat limiting since you need to know the exact magical signature of the book to locate it. But I always make a record of the signature of the ones I lend out. But now that I used it today, it is a neat nifty trick." Cordelia commented lightly and softly. That explained how she could pinpoint his room and how she found the orphanage.
She did not comment on anything in the room. He did not think she would. She knew and understood the details of his life even when he did not elaborate on them.
"Let me put up a silencing charm. They won't be able to detect wandless magic." She waved her hand.
Tom did not say anything. He was not even surprised by her display of the magic or envious of it.
"You are awfully quiet." She commented after a few moments of silence, looking at him. Her smile had vanished.
"I am less quiet than you were these past days." He said bitterly. He could not keep the rancidity out of his voice.
She did not say anything. Her eyes had concern in them and something else.
He honestly did not care, "How could you do it to me? Do you have any idea how hard it was? Seeing you like that… You fell down three stories. I did not even know if you were alive. Then I found out that you were. Your body was broken. There was so much blood… I did not know for how long you will be alive…The Healers saved you but you were in a coma. I did not know when you would wake up….If you would wake up….And you were just lying there, silent without movement. I begged you to get up, I prayed to every goddamn higher power to wake you up…I even stopped by the cathedral this morning while coming back to the orphanage….I did not know if you would wake up….if I will ever hear that annoying omniscient voice….if I will hear that irritating laughter….if I will ever see that spark in your so green eyes…..I did not know Lia…..I did not know….Do you have any idea what you made me go through? Any idea….?" Tom could not keep it inside….his voice kept going on higher octaves until he just got so confused that he fell silent. He had not realized but tears had sprung out of his eyes.
She did not scream at him. She just silently listened to his every scream and looked at him with such sadness that Tom did not know what to do…
"I am sorry…" She muttered softly, genuinely, taking his one hand in between her both palms.
Those three words shook Tom. He looked at her in bewilderment.
She did not explain it, she just apologized…
Tom's shoulder sagged in defeat at her expression. He gripped her hands tighter. He tried to speak, but he could not. He gripped her even tighter. Before he could think twice, he had pulled her roughly into an embrace . His both palms were wrapped near her neck and he was panting with tears flowing out of his eyes, "I was so scared...I was so….You were not there Lia….and I felt so much and I did not what to do…I did not what to do…" He pressed his lips against her hair.
He felt kisses, soft ones on the lapel of his neck, near his ear and her one palm came and wiped his tears.
"I am so sorry…"She muttered looking at him with her compassionate eyes.
"What are you apologizing for? You were the one who got hurt….because of me…Because I could not do a simple spell…" Tom muttered angrily. He was feeling so confused about his emotions.
"It is not your fault." She said sharply. All her empathy and compassion had flown away.
Tom just looked shocked at her furious expression.
"Don't you dare pin it on yourself….I fell…it was the fault of the person who cast the spell...not you…Never you.." She said angrily, "Gosh Tom, I feel like hitting you now…"
She wiped his tears completely and frowned at him.
'We will talk about it later. We need to get you out of here. You are never coming back." She promised.
"I am not…." Tom began.
"No, you are not. Abraxas will suffer for making me break my promise like that. I swore you were never coming back here." Cordelia said, her eyes had a fire.
"It was not his fault. I denied him. For that matter, I need to take up a matter with him too. He never informed me that you were up." Tom said grudgingly.
"He couldn't. Family oath. My family is not taking any chances. I woke up today morning. I was not allowed out of sight even though I was just sitting on my bed all day until I begged them of privacy. I said the worse that could happen was me oversleeping, so they all allowed Cherry to keep a watch and let me be." Cordelia said in an apologetic tone.
She was not pleased.
"And you snuck out…"Tom asked in disbelief.
"I gave you my word whereas I merely lied to them for my convenience," Cordelia said distractedly. She was eyeing his cupboard and the trunk.
"That's not the point…"Tom began.
"Yes, it isn't. Which is why we should leave. We have a long day tomorrow." Cordelia said pointedly.
"Pack…"She commanded and waved her hands.
His cupboard flew open and his stuff begun flying out into his now open trunk.
"You just woke up from a grievous injury. You should not be performing magic at all, much less wandless magic. Cordelia, stop. I can do it manually." Tom began protesting.
"I am completely fine. Hale and Hearty. It was as if nothing happened. 10 Healers decreed that. Do not worry." Cordelia informed.
Tom narrowed his eyes.
"Okay, I admit it. I am slightly magically exhausted. That's it, but barely." She admitted but continued waving her hands.
"Stop…" He said firmly.
'Done…" She smiled at him as she neatly folded a pair of trousers in the air and shut the drunk with the gesture of her hand.
She started to shuffle in a bag that she had on her side. It looked like a briefcase that certain gentlemen carried to work in the London.
She pulled out a cloak from it. It came and hovered near Tom.
"You could have just handed it to me…" Tom muttered moodily as he grabbed the cloak.
"For the king of Slytherin, you act like such a child…." She muttered.
"For the heiress of House of Black, you act bloody reckless…Do you see me complaining?" Tom shot back.
Cordelia just raised her right eyebrow at him and winked.
She proceeded to shrink his trunk and placed the matchbox-sized trunk in his palm, "Toss it in your pocket."
Then, she folded the invisibility cloak neatly and put it inside her bag.
"You never told me you owned one of these." Tom pointed.
"I also never told you that I like to take skinny dips." She shot back uncaringly.
"What is a skinny dip?" Tom asked in confusion.
"Oh, my poor Tom." She shook her head.
"You know you are annoying. I don't know why in the world I like you." Tom gritted his teeth.
"Allow me to say that I am mostly adorable." She stood in front of him and gave him a cheeky smile, while opening her arms.
Tom snorted but went forward and hugged her.
"I missed you." He softly muttered.
"Well, you are stuck with me for the rest of Holidays. Even if you decide to live in an inn, I will come and bug you every day." She muttered softly.
"Where are we going?" Tom asked as they separated, "It is a bit late in the night and how are you going to explain my presence…."
"We are not going to either of my family manors, nor Black neither Malfoy. Too risky. Right now, everyone is paranoid on a different scale. They will mutilate you. You are only stepping in their vicinity with your inheritance and emancipation as a shield. My grandmother Melania left me a country cottage after she died. Nobody in the family knows about it. She left it for me because she wanted me to have an out in case I wanted to get away from the family politics. She was very sad about what happened to Charis. So, she thought I should have an escape since I was defiant at times. I have a portkey. We will spend the night there and then floo directly to Gringotts. I have made arrangements." Cordelia informed.
"Also, Cherry is going to make it look like that I was feeling caged inside the manor so I have flooed to the Diagon Alley sometime around 11 in the morning when the Healer is due. They supposedly gave me a dreamless sleep that is supposed to last till then." She swiftly informed.
"Why did you not take the potion, Lia?" Tom began complaining.
"I was exhausted of sleeping." She simply said meeting his eyes, "And I wanted to see you…"
Tom did not say anything.
'C'mon..." She grabbed his hand and pulled something out of her skirt pocket. It was a bracelet charm.
"Remember, this journey would be highly unpleasant. It would seem like…." She began to lecture him.
"There is a hook in my navel. I have read the descriptions." Tom said softly.
'Oh yes, never mind." She said without concern, "So onward. What most books don't write is that you will drop from the sky and not on land. Now gravity is strong, but the portkey's magic in still inside you, so we move our legs as if we are riding a bicycle and we land safely. It also helps if you grab onto each other." She swiftly informed.
Tom nodded.
He grasped her palm tightly in one hand and touched the charm with the other.
"Don't let go of either until we are safe on the ground." She muttered. He nodded. If he had it his way, he would never let go of her anyway.
"Haven…"She murmured and the portkey activated.
Cordelia's POV
It was a small homely cottage. It was a pretty place. Cordelia remembered it from the other world. In Juniper's world, it had been bequeathed to Dorea Potter who in turn had bequeathed it to Lily Potter, who in turn left everything to June. So when she had been planning several safehouses after arriving in this world, she had settled on this one as well. Death had ensured that she inherited this.
She and Tom walked up to the ward line.
Juniper stuck a pin in her finger and let a blood drop to the ward stone and they were allowed entry.
They were quiet but still held on to each other's hand except when Cordelia pricked her finger.
Silent companionship. They just drew energy from each other's mere presence.
They were walking in the snow. Cordelia had performed another charm to prevent their feet from soaking.
The cottage was in the center of a meadow which had small hillocks on one side and had a small frozen canal going nearby. The meadow was small, otherwise, there were thick trees streaked with ice and snow. It looked ethereal, especially this late in the night.
The cottage had three rooms, one hall, and one small kitchen, all stocked.
Cordelia had the fire going and pulled out two mugs and started fixing something as Riddle observed the house.
"What are you doing?" Tom asked her softly.
"Food…" Cordelia muttered. Tom took the time to observe the cottage from inside. He would have helped but he did not trust himself with anything right now. He was still on edge.
After a few minutes, she brought four steaming cups.
Two had cakes in them and two had a brown liquid. Tom could smell the chocolate, though.
"Chocolate is good for the cold." She softly muttered and placed them on the thick rug by the fire.
She summoned a few pillows and a couple of blankets from the adjoining room and Tom and she slumped down.
Tom's POV
The room was toasty warm. He was sipping the hot chocolate delicately.
The cake and this was probably the first morsel of food he had in days.
His fingers were still interlaced with Cordelia's. He had immediately found them as soon as she sat. There was some sort of relief that traveled through him as soon as he touched her warm skin. She was here. She was alive.
"You should sleep…" Cordelia broke the silence.
Tom looked at her. He was still struggling with words. He just nodded
He did not how it happened exactly. He was too exhausted. But within the next five minutes, the cups and everything had traveled back to the kitchen and he and Cordelia were curled up against each other under the blankets by the fire.
He breathed in deeply, taking in her scent and before he knew, he was knocked out.
Cordelia's POV
Cordelia woke up because of a feeling of wetness. She blinked her eyes. The fire was burning its last embers and the wetness was from her sweating torso.
But she was still so comfy, she snuggled in closer to Tom. But then her sweat made her get up…
She yawned and removed the blanket from herself. She covered Tom properly and walked to the window.
The sky was lightening, at least enough for a winter morning.
Cordelia was about to cast Tempus when she realized the sheer exhaustion her magic was facing. Tom had been right. She should have used magic sparingly. But she wanted to get out Tom from that hellhole so desperately that she did not pay attention to anything.
She glanced at Tom, he was sleeping peacefully, his breathing even.
She sighed. He was still struggling with his emotions. Mostly with displaying them. He had been relieved to see her, she knew that in a blink. It was as if somebody had removed a mountain from him. She knew he had been scared but he had let it all out as anger.
She did not mind. She knew he was not angry at her as much as he was angry at himself, the world and the culprit.
But she was becoming a weakness. He was so unsettled about his feelings for her that people would exploit it. Her Uncle definitely would.
She needed to have a chat with him about it.
She reached out inside her magical cores. Her reserves were greatly depleted. She needed to charge them.
She was not mad or scared by her accident. She was so used to near death experiences that this did not mean much. She was, however, mildly irritated. It had disrupted her plans.
She knew it was Renatus. She recognized the magical signature. She also knew that Tom had avenged it. If he was acting a little sane, it was because he had taken out a lot of anger on somebody.
She just did not know what he did. She would need to ask him about it. If he had hurt Lestrange in a conspicuous way, then both of them should be prepared for the backlash that it would bring.
She glanced at Tom again. He looked so innocent and vulnerable when he slept like that. So much, that she often forgot how dark he was.
She almost felt sorry for Renatus, almost.
She opened up her blouse. She was wearing a tank top that she had brought from future underneath it. She quickly left the blouse slightly closer to Tom.
She had learned this trick from Andy, who always left one of her worn clothing beside Teddy when she wandered off so that he could smell her and sleep peacefully.
She quickly went inside, grabbed another spare blouse and put a black cardigan on top of it, just for the show.
That cardigan would do nothing for the outside snow, but she went to the back door anyway and stepped on the ankle-deep layer of snow barefoot.
If Cordelia was not a child of magic, she would have frozen in the hail in a minute. It was that cold.
But Cordelia was a child of magic, and as soon as she stepped on the snow, the snow melted from her warmth.
Cordelia quickly began walking towards the tree groves and the snow kept melting wherever she placed her feet. A simmering blue color began coming to her from all directions.
Cordelia was drinking in the magic from the surroundings.
In fact, within a minute, the magic had raised her from the ground and she walked a couple of inches above the snow.
As soon as she went near the heart of the tree grove, the magic began pouring from all the trees.
Cordelia was slowly raised above the ground. She had closed her eyes and she hovered in the air, as if she was in a cradle.
She opened her eyes and the glowing green color of her eyes saw the first rays of sun on the horizon.
"It begins…" She gave a solemn look to the light and let the magic do its thing.
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Note: I do not own Kiss me by Ed Sheeran.
I know that all of you again want to kill me (again) since there were too many perfect moments for a kiss and I did not seize any of them. There is a reason for that which Tom will explain in next chapter.
The other personal pet peeve is that I want their first kiss to be at Hogwarts, because it is home to both of them.
It is going to happen in the next 3-5 chapters when they make it back. Don't worry. Meanwhile, they are going to get more intimate without an actual liplock as they utilize the winter break. So, don't curse me.
But I hope all of you liked the chapter considering Cordelia is back in her form and is fine again and I have confirmed that the culprit was Renatus (It was a no-brainer, really) and because there was a lot of fluff.
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Next up: What Tom did to Renatus? AND More…
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