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. 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 23
Child of Magic
Tom's POV
The Healers gave Cordelia a clean bill though they wanted her to take it a bit easy for the next couple of days. She was banned from Quidditch or too much spell work for a bit. She was not too happy about it but she gave in.
Adelaide Black was very kind to him from the evening tea through dinner... He understood where Cordelia got her kindness and fierceness from. She had a soft demeanor like Cordelia but her feral glares at Lord Black convinced Tom that it was best not to categorize the two Black woman. They existed to be a paradox.
Ariel was timid while Cassiopeia was witty and a bit maniacal. The mad Black blood was the most prominent in her.
Pollux followed Arcturus' lead though he seemed to be torn between siding with Cordelia or Arcturus. He seemed to be fond of her.
Cordelia was nice to him and the rest of her cousins. She was loving with her mother and father, respectful to Pollux, she even cracked a couple of jokes with Cassiopeia and was polite and kind to Ariel but she had absolute frost for Arcturus.
Tom was not surprised. Cordelia could keep a grudge.
The only immediate Black member missing from the dinner was Cygnus, Cordelia's little cousin.
Apparently, he had caught the flu yesterday from staying out in snow while visiting his grandparents. He was staying with them until it got better.
Why he was out in the snow? That nobody answered.
The dinner was a fanciful affair with a three course meal. Thankfully, Tom had taught himself all the table manners in the first year in Slytherin. Tom was lucky if he got a spoon in the orphanage.
He was sitting beside Abraxas and Cordelia.
Apparently, they had designated seats but Cordelia had not abided by it and had sat with the guests, her Uncle, Tom and Abraxas.
Arcturus had pursued her lips at that but he did not comment.
He had not got much alone time with Cordelia. He had come up to the second floor after dinner with all the Black children. Dorea had instructions to put Cordelia to bed. Arcturus had sneakily also asked Walburga to see to that. Since Adults were going to have a meeting.
Dorea would have let Cordelia be but Walburga was unlikely to.
Tom could order her but he was not inclined to begin a house discord just like that. Though, Walburga's urgency did not stop Cordelia from hugging him Goodnight. She even kissed his cheek before she left much to Walburga's chagrin.
Now Tom was lying in the comfortable bed and he could not sleep. He had slept a lot in the day and he was antsy. He wanted Cordelia.
It was nearing midnight and there was still no sign of sleep. He huffed and tossed around.
Just then, he heard his door being opened quietly. He quickly and discreetly grabbed his wand. A figure came closer and loomed over his face.
He recognized it by scent. It was Cordelia but before he could open his eyes and say something, he heard her snort and whisper, "You are such a bad actor when you are pretending to be asleep. Move over…"
Tom gave her an ugly look.
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?" She mocked him further.
Tom wordlessly moved back on the bed so that Cordelia could sit. She had immediately pulled his head on her lap…
"Couldn't sleep..." She asked the obvious.
Tom shrugged.
"Do you want to sleep?" Her next question surprised him.
He gave her a questioning look.
She was biting her lower lip nervously, "Well, we might not be left alone for the next couple of days, at least. And I would rather confide the blood thing in you sooner than later. But I would also like your rapt attention, so if you are sleepy, we should do it later."
Tom cast a silencing ward as he got up from her lap, and faced her.
"You are the most clueless person I have ever met. Of course, I want to know what the deal with your blood is and why it has made you so worried." Tom said. He looked slightly annoyed with her.
"I am not worried about the blood…" Cordelia said in a small voice.
Understanding dawned on Tom, he immediately poked Cordelia in her ribs with his wand.
"What was that for?" Cordelia asked, none too happy about the poke.
"You are worried about my reaction…" Tom stated simply. It irked him so much that she did not trust him enough to react in an appropriate manner, "I told you I won't judge you…"
"It is not just you Tom. This blood makes me an anomaly, an aberration. I am worried about everyone's reaction. I trust you enough to tell you about it. I trust that you will not hate me. I cannot even say that about my family from whom I get the blood. The blood gives me too much power." Cordelia shook her head in dismay.
"What do you think people are going to do?" Tom asked gently.
'What muggles did to wizards and witches. People are afraid of what they don't understand. I will be to magicals what magicals were to muggle. It will be a miracle if they don't burn me on a stake." Cordelia said almost in a crying tone.
"I will burn them before they can as much as touch you…" Tom said fiercely, gathering her in his arms.
Cordelia was nearly crying on his shoulder.
"Why did you not confide in me if this was bothering you so much?" Tom asked softly, rubbing her back.
"You were so tense about the inheritance and you were angry at me about Renatus and I did not want to pile on and bother you more…" Cordelia spoke with tears.
"Lia…" Tom admonished her, "What did I tell you that day? You would tell me if it bothered you. I understand that some of it was supposed to be secret till my inheritance but you could have told me that you were worried. I don't care what state I was in. If you needed me, regardless of the position I was in, you should have come to me. I…I" Tom hesitated there. He was on the verge of admitting that he loved her but she did not need that right now on top of her worries.
Instead, he continued softly, "I care about you, a lot. You have done so much for me, regardless of the state in which you were. You are still on a crossfire with your uncle over me. I think you have that kind of right and privilege over me when you can tell me to just shut up and listen to you, be there for you. And even if I did not owe you, you should still not hesitate to call on me when you need me. You own a part of me. I am your friend, aren't I?"
She nodded, still clinging to him, hiding her face underneath his chin.
He pressed a deep kiss on her hair, cupped her both cheeks and pulled her out. Her eyes and face were tinged red. He kissed her forehead gently, "No hiding, tell me before the night passes away. I will always be there for you." He removed his hands and grasped her palms
Cordelia's POV (scene continued)
Cordelia nodded. She wiped her tears and then grasped Tom's hand in one and rested the other on her knee.
"This blood came before the Blacks that is before the family began calling itself Black. Years and years ago. I don't know what the line was called. I just know that it was powerful and well known. It gives me abilities and a lot of power…but also responsibilities. If I fail in them, I will die in despair and melancholy." She admitted.
At that, Tom grasped her hand harder.
"You won't fail, I will help you." He said immediately.
"You don't even know what the duties are…" She said weakly.
"I don't care what you have to do. Move a mountain, kill some people, and dump somebody in dung…" Tom began…
His list made her smile a little but it barely lasted a moment.
"It is more difficult than that…" She replied.
Tom did not say anything. He waited for her to say whatever she wanted to say.
"What do you think of magic?" She instead asked.
"How do you mean?" Tom asked instead.
"I know you can see it around people." She confessed, lightly biting her lower lip.
Tom looked surprised.
"I also know that you know that your magic is addictive. It pulls people in." She shrugged.
"You can see it too?" Tom asked.
"You can say that…It is rich, dark and dense….a quirky mauve." She said, nodding her head.
"I have never been able to see yours…" Tom confessed.
'Well, I actively shield it so nothing is wrong with your gift." Cordelia told him and caressed his hand soothingly.
"We can do that…"Tom asked.
She nodded, "I will teach you in this break. It will hardly take you a day. You are one of the very few people who can sense and see magic like that. We call them Osculatus Est Magicis."
"Kissed by magic…" Tom whispered back. Cordelia was not all that surprised. Trust Tom to know Latin.
"And you are what?" Tom aske. His voice was laced with honest and innocent curiosity.
"Magicae" Cordelia said slowly.
"Of magic." He promptly translated.
"There are various names for magicals like me. Magicae is just one of them.' Cordelia told.
"You are closer to magic. It comes easier to you..." Tom guessed.
"I am essentially a mudblood." Cordelia said slowly.
"Don't call yourself that…"Tom snapped.
"I did not mean it as an insult." She said patiently. He should know that she was not the discriminatory types.
"Muggleborns are called mudbloods because of the origin of their magic. It does not come from their family or parents or blood. It comes from earth and nature…literally mud. From what I know, they have this special bit in their body that enables them to interact with earth magic while they are in the womb which gives them the ability to do magic. It stops after birth. Thus, I am the biggest mudblood of all because I never stopped interacting with earth or nature even after my birth. My core is still in sync with them. The word mudblood just got convoluted over the time." She confessed.
She took his hand and they both walked out into his balcony. The night was really pretty. The sky was lit with stars and there was a crescent moon in the sky. But it was cold. She felt Tom cast a few warming charms.
Just beside the railings, there were plants. Not magical but normal decorative ones.
Cordelia placed her hand above one of them and blue shimmering light began coming out of the plant and went into her.
She stopped turned to another one and did the same thing but instead of pulling the magic into her this time, she rolled it into a ball like magic was dough…She then broke it apart and it turned into sprinkles and dissolved into the air.
"Do I look more like a freak now?" Cordelia asked softly. Tom had been quiet. He was seeing it intently.
She got smacked on her shoulder.
"Ouch…"She knew she looked shocked. Tom was not a hitter. That was totally her.
"Yep, I am a bad influence on you…"She muttered.
'Don't ever call yourself a freak again…"He said dangerously grabbing her both arms and shaking her a little roughly.
"Alright, alright, calm down." Cordelia said worriedly, looking down.
'We won't wake the adults. They are in the west wing. Aren't they?" Tom said lightly.
When Cordelia raised her eyebrow at him, he just said, "Dorea was very forthcoming…"
Cordelia nodded in understanding.
"Do it again…" He said eagerly.
Cordelia pulled out magic from another plant and was quite amused at his enthusiasm.
She made it into a ball again.
"Can I touch it?" Tom asked… She nodded.
He put one finger in the ball of magic trying to squish it but it just parted itself, giving Tom room for his finger, just like dough.
"Fascinating…so how does it work? Is magic like energy or a force or…." He was murmuring and talking to Cordelia.
"More like a combination of force or energy." Cordelia said.
She removed her hands from the ball, only keeping one finger in it and unwiring it like thread, she took it to Tom's palm, where it began twirling around his hand as a rope.
Tom smiled, looking at it.
"I can lend magic to people if they magically exhaust themselves. I can take magic from earth if I am magically exhausted…That is what I did today morning and why I am standing instead of being caged to bed. Of course, it is very limited until I get my magical maturity and more of magical channels open and my capacity increases…"
"How do you do that?" Tom asked…
Cordelia could tell he was fascinated.
"Do you mind if I send some magic in you?" Cordelia asked.
Tom shook his head.
Those tendrils of magic then separated from Tom's hand, formed into a ball again and went into Tom's heart…
Tom's eyes glowed with power for a moment.
"The breed of magicae is known by many names but the most well-known, the one most preserved in whispers of myths and legends is filii magicae.. Children of magic…" Cordelia continued her tail in a faint voice.
"They say a child of magic comes every epoch when magic is at its weakest because of external reasons. When Magicals abuse it so much that it needs a champion, somebody to restore her. Children of magic are always aided. Charisma, beauty, enigma, desire…everything about them pulls people in. They are friends of magical creatures since their arrival means equality for all. They elevate the status of every being and bring it to a fixed balance. Beasts and other less cognitively evolved magical creatures are not afraid of a child of magic. Child of magic is like a lure to them. They are pulled to him or her…You wondered why that hippogriff was so accommodating and respectful to me. Because of this…." Cordelia informed. Her tone was a monotone but she was sure that her eyes betrayed her emotions.
Tom grasped her palms and squeezed them, "Let us get inside. It is cold despite the warming charms. You have just woken up from an injury."
They both went inside- the door shut itself behind them- and settled on the bed.
"What else?" Tom asked.
"I did not just inherit abilities. I inherited memories of every child of magic since time immemorial. Not all memories but some, which are a lot, teaching me things. I told you I woke up and I knew obscure spells and potions. It has taught me a fair bit of history. That is how I knew about the mudblood bit. I see pieces of memories, vague images voices in my dreams, sometimes even when I am awake. But it does not put me in danger. The images only come when I can afford to stand still and focus on them. Some knowledge comes from extensive history lessons in this memories but some is instinctive. My hands are attuned to the movements of many forgotten spells even though I have not uttered them aloud even once. Things like that…" She paused and looked at him.
Tom nodded to tell her that he was listening and to go on.
"I can mimic the magic of almost anybody…" Cordelia said, "My magic is magic in the purest, most raw form. People take this kind of magic and personalize it. Mine is personalized but still raw. Those memories instructed me to go to Gringotts and test myself. So last summer, I sneaked away. My magic can mimic any magic, so I am like a master key for every family magic. I could have taken away the titles of everybody. Everybody. I, Of course, did not. The memories had warned me that it might happen. But I inherited a lot of bloodlines considered extinct. You would recognize one such dead line. Peveral. The Goblet said you had familial ties to them."
Tom nodded.
"Well, I am the Lady of the House of Peveral now. I inherited their gold and stuff. There are other lines. Serpens, Alder…others. I even got the titles of all Hogwarts Houses in front of me. I could have taken them for myself.' She said the last two sentences carefully.
"But I decided not to. I was not related by blood to them and I had enough gold to last me from the blood lines of all children of magic. I only took those that the other children were a part of, not any one house that I did not have a right to…" She said quickly, "But Goblins had wanted me to. To them, more open gold meant profits. They went ahead and gave me clues about the Founders' wealth. They could not reveal everything without betraying secrecy. That is how I knew that there was a substantial Slytherin legacy that you could take for your own…" She trailed off, looking at Tom carefully.
He did not look angry.
She decided to continue, " And as I said, there are duties. I am responsible for the welfare of every magical creature, supposedly. It is not very tight but in principle, I am."
Then she looked at him and said in a forlorn voice, "Magic is dying. Grindelwald's methods, his Black magic is destroying the essence of magic. Even before that, this divide between Light and Dark magic was killing magic. Grindelwald has just hastened the process and is acting like a catalyst. Magic is not just a force or energy. It is a semi-sentient being. Imagine if people are trying to separate you into two parts, parts are part of a whole that should function as a whole. People are attacking magic at its basic nature, its essence. She is dying and I don't know how to prevent the death. I do, but it is not less than the idea of a Utopia. The reconciliation between light and dark is nothing short of a fantasy…."
Cordelia felt Tom's arms come surround him, "it is not a fantasy. It is practical. Magic is nature. You cannot divide nature into evil or good. It is just there. And Dark is not evil and light is not good. Those distinctions never made sense to me. Sure, from what I have read, people can have affinities to different types of magic but it does not mean that they need to be segregated from each other… It is difficult to achieve but not completely implausible. It will take time and effort and I know that you will give both and you won't be alone…Magic was/is everything to me." Tom said seriously. He then added as an afterthought, "Apart from you." He softly said and then changed back to his passionate speech, "Both of the causes are here in tandem. We will work together, we will try."
"We have to do more than try. She will die and then we will die." Cordelia spoke in a faint voice.
"We will do that then. We won't fail. We make a good team." Tom rubbed her palms.
"And we have time, time, before she completely obliterates herself…." Cordelia's voice found a little conviction.
Tom just hugged her, "You should sleep. We can discuss this is more detail later. We have the break…"
Cordelia nodded and called out softly, "Cherry!"
"Yes, Mistress Corrie…" The elf came with flapping ears.
"I am sleeping in here. Please pop me to my room at 6 in the morning…Make sure nobody sees me" She requested softly.
The elf nodded and popped away.
Tom's POV
Tom woke up when he felt Cordelia being pulled from his arms. His first instinct was to tighten his arms around her but then he opened his eyes and saw Cherry's fearful eyes as she was trying to levitate Cordelia in her sleep. He remembered Cordelia's instructions from last night and nodded at her while removing his hands.
"Make sure she doesn't wake up," Tom murmured his request.
Cherry nodded gratefully and both the elf and Cordelia popped away from his room. He knew it was around 6. That is when Cordelia wanted to be moved from his room.
Tom closed his eyes again. The bed and sheets still had her light fragrance and he did not need to make much effort to go back to sleep again.
Next time, he opened his eyes was to Cordelia's chirpy voice, "Wake up Tom, it is time of breakfast..."
He also heard snippets of Abraxas' heated whisper," He does not like being woken up...He should have his privacy…"
He heard Cordelia snort, "He can have it once I leave the room after waking him up."
He felt his blanket being snatched and he couldn't help but protest," Lia!"
"Yes, Tom." He heard her patient and amused reply.
"I hate you!" He muttered sleepily.
"You will stop hating me once I tell you the time. It is nearly eight. On your feet!" Cordelia replied back, pulling his blanket further.
Tom finally opened his eyes and found her green orbs looking at him expectantly.
He finally got up drowsily and saw Cordelia's lips expand into a smile. He finally said, "This does not mean that I do not hate you." He murmured grudgingly.
He heard a cough from Abraxas. Well, he heard whatever Abraxas was hiding as a cough.
"Something the matter, Abraxas." Tom asked dangerously.
"Nothing, my lord..." Abraxas said in a faint voice. He heard Cordelia snort. He ignored it.
"I thought I asked you to call me by my given name or Riddle a while ago." Tom said with a sigh.
"Yes, my lo-Riddle." Abraxas corrected himself halfway.
Cordelia climbed on the bed, ignoring the conversation between her cousin and Tom, grabbed Tom's arms and began pulling him.
"I can get up on my own." Tom protested.
"Doesn't look like it..." Cordelia said in an amused tone.
Tom gave her a solid glare and she stuck out her tongue playfully.
"I am up," Tom said softly.
"Alright, we will wait for you at the terrace for the breakfast. I will send an elf to escort you." She said.
Taking cue from Tom's nod, Cordelia slid down from the bed and she and Abraxas left.
Evelyn's POV
At the Station
Evelyn had stopped herself from approaching Tom for the past three days. He looked broken and he could use an ear but Eve knew that it was not her ear that would help.
She had taken a heave of relief when she saw Renatus alive and well each morning. So, Tom had a modicum of control. But a part of her was disappointed too. She had wanted Renatus to hurt. What he did to Cordelia...Eve gritted her teeth.
She glanced towards the platform barrier. It was flocked with people. For the first time, the entirety of Hogwarts had taken the train at Christmas. She sighed.
Wilkins, her driver would have to wait. She would not reach home until late. Thankfully, she now lived in London and not Wales. It would not be that far.
She quietly joined the line for crossing the barrier. She looked ahead towards the people who were standing before her. She spotted Tom. She wondered if she should offer him a ride. The orphanage would not have sent a car for him. He would likely walk all the way. He turned around. He was not looking at her, just generally. But his expression made Eve reconsider. He needed to be alone in his company just like the past three days. He would not appreciate her formality.
But still, she wished she could do something for him. Something to soothe his pain.
She knew that it was the fate of Cordelia that would determine the extent and fate of Tom's pain. And it had been three days, there was no news.
Truthfully, the anxiety was eating away Eve too. She nervously bit her lower lip.
God! Have mercy on her...
Evelyn's POV
Home
It had been two days since Eve was away from magic. Well, almost. She had got off the train yesterday and today, it was nearing midnight. Evelyn's wished she could apparate. Away. Away from her new home.
The estate was not bad. It had a sprawling garden at the front, back and sides and the rooms were big. The house was warmer.
But Eve's mind was at Hogwarts. She was on edge. She was worried about Cordelia. The wait was killing her. The only way she would know anything about Cordelia was once she returned to Hogwarts. Another twenty days. She sighed.
There would be nothing in Daily Prophet and she knew the rumor mill in the Diagon Alley would be silent. The Blacks would ensure it.
She wondered if the Blacks would even let Cordelia be back at Hogwarts. She had transferred and then got nearly killed. Without even mentioning the incident with Charles Potter. Cordelia had magically exhausted herself then too.
She was sitting at the desk of her new room. She was trying to read through the Advance theory of Circle Spell Compatibility. She had barely read a paragraph in the past two hours and had understood one sentence.
It had been snowing since yesterday. No breaks. It was cold, really cold. She glanced outside the window. She could not see anything. The window was already covered in frost.
She decided to go to sleep. She had a long social day ahead tomorrow. She picked the candle stand from her desk and took it to her bedside table and placed it there.
She unlaced her Housecoat and settle in the bed. She had brought the quilt to cover herself and was about to blow her candle when two successive sounds startled her. It was not quite knocks but something similar. She looked around, wondering if this new manor had problems of mice as well. Subsequent noises made her look at the window.
She quickly got out of her bed. She could not see outside of course. She wiped the window with her hand and shivered. It was cold. Two huge eyes stared at her. An Owl.
Who was writing to her? Certainly not her friends. It was too soon for them to write. Besides the Owl was too majestic to belong to any of them. Amy (Amara) did not even have an Owl, just like her. The woes of muggleborns.
She was lost in thought when the Owl knocked again. Impatiently.
Yes, it was not a good idea to keep it waiting further. She opened the window. It made a squeaky voice. It was slightly jammed because of the cold but it did budge.
The owl flew in and immediately went to the top of the fireplace. The warmest place in the room. It sure was a pampered owl.
It was carrying an envelope.
Expensive stationary. The only rich elite magical who talked to her was Cordelia. Sure, there were other purebloods that were nice to her or were her acquaintances, but no one had any need of writing to her.
But Cordelia would not be writing to her of all the people, even if she had finally woken up.
Eve decided to finally open the envelope without mulling too much. She would mull on the message instead.
There was no seal on the envelope, which was unusual. She carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a single, small parchment folded into two parts.
She pulled it out and opened it. It had a total of seven words in neat calligraphy.
"She is up and safe." In the center and
Abraxas Malfoy" in the left side corner at the bottom.
That was it.
'She'! Surely that meant Cordelia. Eve felt extremely relieved off a sudden.
This was good, really good. Thank God… Eve sat with a relieved heap on the end of her bed. She was still clutching the letter in her hand.
But that did not explain why Abraxas Malfoy wrote to her. They had never spoken. She was not even sure that he knew about her existence until this letter.
But she would worry about that later. She had an owl in her room who looked extremely comfortable here. It did not look like that it wanted to leave.
"You can stay the night but you need to leave in the morning." She told the owl with a sigh to which the owl hooted in response.
Eve winced. How was she going to explain an owl hoot in the middle of London? She had to come up with something.
Tom's POV
Since Cordelia had been in her night robes, Tom had not bothered with changing his attire. He had just put on his night robes over his pajamas. They were really warm and classy. He looked at himself in the mirror. It would do.
An elf came, just as Cordelia had said it would. It was not Cherry. His name was Dribble.
The terrace was on the opposite end of second floor in an L shape.
When Tom entered the terrace, he was slightly surprised to only see the children.
"The adults are eating in the formal dining room," Orion informed him.
"More like stuffy dining room." He heard Cordelia mutter.
He saw Alphard and Abraxas hide their grins.
"Cordelia insisted that we all eat here," Dorea informed him, ignoring Cordelia.
"Yes, come on Tom, join in. It is Eggs Benedict, Baked Beans and Hash brown with Blueberry pancakes." Cordelia informed him.
It was an informal arrangement. Tom went and sat in-between Abraxas and Cordelia. As if he had a choice, Cordelia had been patting the seat. Not that Tom minded.
Breakfast was a merry affair. How could it not be? Cordelia was up to her usual tricks of spreading happiness and teasing everyone including him.
Tom lost count of the times he laughed. In fact, his cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling too much.
His eyes met Cordelia's dancing orbs and he melted seeing the happiness in them.
She looked lighter after sharing about filii magicae with him.
He loved her like this. Carefree and happy.
Gosh, he just loved her.
He promised that he would tell her soon.
I apologize in advance but I have hit the most humongous writer's block ever. The next chapter is still not written and at the rate I am going, I am not sure if I will be able to finish it by next time. Writing politics is not my forte, I guess.
So, there is a small chance that the next update might be later than next Saturday or that it will be comparatively shorter than my usual chapters. Anyhow, don't curse me. This is the first time I am actually missing an update and I am informing so, take it easy, I guess.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW.
I really like writing Eve. There is a blend of her naivety and observation skills which is fun to write. Her POV might become more regular after the break.
