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. 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"

"Parseltongue"


Chapter 29

Disclosure

Evelyn's POV

Cordelia and Evelyn had just joined the remaining Black sisters after the end of their Classes.

"We cannot have this discussion in the library. Madam Hopkirk is looking for an excuse to give me a detention. We cannot use classrooms because they are dank and cold. We cannot use the Court rooms because this is not official work. So, we may as well use Slytherin's common room." Cordelia was on a roll.

The other Black sisters nodded their heads in agreements and chimed something or the other.

"I can't enter, I will see…" Evelyn began saying but was cut off by Cordelia's vehement response, "Nonsense, you are a guest. There is nothing in the Hogwarts rule against that. You are coming since there are at least a couple of hours till curfew. I am sure Tweaky can bring us dinner there. He has been very enthusiastic in serving Tom and by addition, me. "

So, they were actually discussing Ancient runes. Lucretia and Walburga both had their NEWTS and OWLS respectively and Cordelia, Dorea and Evelyn had studied far enough to aid them in their revision plans.

Cordelia had also involved Evelyn because of her penmanship. She drew runes very carefully and Lucretia had a trembling hand. So, Evelyn was working with her on that while Walburga was coached by Dorea and Cordelia.

Cordelia was frighteningly good at runes, so good that she was able to construct customized wards, albeit she was only far ahead to create short-lived ones for smaller areas.

Those kind of wards required mixing arithmancy with Runes in a very precise manner and was only a skill people learned far towards the end of their NEWTS in preparation of their masteries or training of their profession, be it a curse breaker or a warder.

"Having a ward master for a father…If only…" Walburga had muttered several times in her frustration.

"The Annual showcase will be announced in the next week. The Prefects all know, of course." Dorea was informing Cordelia as they all gilded down to dungeons.

Evelyn had only ever been in dungeons for potions. They gave her the creeps, especially in the dreary winter, where everything was cold.

But as soon as the coldness started seeping up, Cordelia waved her wand leisurely and warmth cloaked all of us.

The plain slab of wall was quite well, like Slytherin. A cunning way to hide the entrance. Nobody who never knew the place could find the place, considering that it had no way to markedly differentiate it from other slabs of walls.

"Bezeor!" Cordelia said, glancing at the wall but otherwise engaged in the bits that Dorea was telling her.

Lucretia was telling Evelyn about the lace patterns that she was confused between for her wedding robes while Walburga was quietly adding on to Dorea's monologue.
The wall dissolved to have a cave like entrance into what seemed like an underwater sanctum.

There was only one word to describe the Slytherin common room, opulent.

But unlike her imagination, it was neither cold nor dank. Roaring fires surrounded the room in a circular fire pit that stuck close to the wall.

People looked up when they heard Cordelia's voice. She exchanged several nods and waved to a lot of people. Evelyn knew most of them from older years, at least by their names and reputation.

Evelyn could sense curious gazes on her, but nobody even questioned her presence, much less protest it.

Evelyn guessed that they were afraid of incurring Cordelia's wrath.

She could see other court members, Knights from Slytherin huddled together, working or maybe just talking. Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Abraxas Malfoy looked up and flashed a smile, "Corrie, Slughorn has sent invites for his little get together. I gave yours to Tom."

Cordelia nodded. There was a set of couches empty near the right end of the common room and Evelyn followed Dorea and the other two to sit on them.

Cordelia had spotted something because she moved towards the giant fireplace, which moved to reveal a grand staircase, and two things; one white and the other black, pranced out of it.

"Nyx, Lux, come to Mumma…" Cordelia called out and the two creatures, kneazles actually, bundled near her where Cordelia easily picked both of them in her arms.

She was kissing them, scratching behind their ears and nuzzling them and the kneazles were mewling happily at the attention and affection.

Evelyn saw that she was not the only one watching; the Black sisters had fond smiles as they saw Cordelia. Evelyn picked the goblet of water that had appeared in front of her.

Lucretia gave her a mischievous smile, "Guess who daddy is?"

Evelyn choked on the water as Dorea and Lucretia laughed in amusement and Walburga rolled her eyes.

"No, no…be a good kitten, Nyx. Mummy missed you too…" Cordelia was muttering lightly and she joined all of them with the kneazles still yapping in her arms.

"I did not know you had kneazles, Cordelia." Evelyn spoke before she could restrain herself.

"They are not mine, technically. I presented Tom with them for Yule. But the scoundrels are a lot of work, so all of us help out whenever we can. And considering I added the burden on him, I equally partake in their care." Cordelia smiled, eyeing the two balled up kittens.

I nodded thoughtfully.

"Nyx, Lux, say hello to Evie." She commanded as often parents do. Evelyn stifled her own amusement at Cordelia's antics.

They both came to Evelyn, padding across the couch, sniffed her, sat on their backlegs and made approving noises.

She just petted their heads gently. She was used to cats. Amara had one that made noises like a banshee. If she could tolerate that one, then Nyx and Lux seemed very well behaved.

Lux gently licked the top of Evelyn's hand and both of them sauntered back to Cordelia, easily climbing and snuggling into her lap.

Cordelia's eyes held pride.

"C'mon, let us begin." She easily pulled away her eyes from the young charges while keeping one arm on their bellies and all of them went back to runes.


Cordelia's POV

Cordelia was murderous. Actually, murder was tame to compare with the activities and torture her mind was going through.

This term was going fairly well. She had been annoyed to death by miscreants, doubters and just annoying peasants and elites but it had been bearable.

At least, murder had not crossed the threshold of the potential comebacks.

Unfortunately, it did not last.

So, it was a perfectly fine potions class. Slughorn's laughter grated her and Tom but they were both used to it.

Tom was paired up with Abraxas for the day as Eve had some issues in the new potions interactions and Cordelia had decided to pair up with her for that lesson.

Albert Carrow apparently had wanted something from Slughorn, so he had arrived in the middle of the lesson.

The drunkard for once had sharp eyes and gave Cordelia vicious looks in his entire visit. Now that she could have lived with: He had nothing over the hated glares of the Dursleys or for that fact, Umbridge.

But they had been making the Alihotsy draught.

Now making it is a delicate task and administering it has ethical implications. But that was beyond the point because the stunt that Carrow pulled was dangerous without taking the brewing potion in account.

Throwing erumpent fluid into any classroom is dangerous, throwing it in a potions classroom is stupid and goes beyond dangerous, but throwing it in a cauldron when the potion is extremely acidic makes the explosion worse and is reserved for another level of apathy and idiocy.

And that is what Carrow did, threw a pouch full of erumpent fluid into Tom's cauldron. The pouch melted in the acid instantly and mixed with erumpent fluid to convert into a cauldron full of liquid Bombarda that went off immediately along with spitting out smoke and garble that could cause giant hysteria and psychosis.

She thankfully knew a shield to contain it before it could cause any damage and had been keeping a close eye on Carrow.

Crisis one averted.

Then, Carrow discreetly tried to stun Tom into falling down the stairs, much like Renatus had done to her but she had cloaked Tom in a shield throughout. No spell would make its way to hurt him. Not on her watch.

She had been reluctant to go for quidditch practice, as she was afraid of leaving Tom alone. She still had not informed him about the various mishaps and murder attempts. After ensuring that Jormy was close at hand and guarding Tom, making sure that Dorea and Walburga did not leave his side by cooking up some excuse, she reluctantly and finally left.

But apparently it had been for naught because Tom got a letter in that duration, more accurately, a magically sealed envelope poorly disguised as a Gringotts missive filled with bubotuber pus and poison ivy.

That fucking *%*^&#( $ $($( #)!#))&^# # *!*...

Tom had second degree burns on his fingers! Thankfully, Eileen Prince, the potions wiz kid of Slytherin had been nearby and her expertise in potion and Dorea's quick thinking prevented ….prevented…

*sighs*

Her poor Tom!

His bones remained unscathed, so he did not need to spend the night in the infirmary. He had also looked unaffected amidst all the panic as if he was used to seeing his fingers in their less than perfect stage. So very pragmatic, frighteningly similar to Juniper's reactions on battle wounds.

She hastily wiped her tears as she saw his peaceful sleeping face on her lap. His palms and fingers were heavily bandaged and he had been slipped a sleeping draught.

The fingers would be as good as new in a couple of days. Dipping them in dittany had prevented further damage before Madam Underhill was able to do her healing.

Cordelia had felt his pain before anyone could inform her. Her bond with him was getting stronger because likely, his majority was coming closer. Of course, she was thinking the reasons and everything in retrospect. At that time, she had all but blasted everyone who came between her way to Tom as she literally dived from her flying broom and ran all the way to the Slytherin common room.

She had very nearly destroyed the common room because of her fury over the injury to Tom's hands. Thankfully, no one but Tom had been wiser about the negligible control she had over her magic. He managed to calm her down by pressing into her and lightly murmuring that he was fine.

By then, Madam Underhill had arrived and she distracted her by asking for her assistance in the healing procedure.

Her cousins had not known that she was using the consort rooms for obvious reasons, but when she made her move to stay with Tom overnight, none of them questioned it. Abraxas, Burke, Anastius were watching the entrance to the chambers by camping near the fireplace and Dorea and Lucretia had decided to stay over in one of the spare rooms in the residential floor, two rooms down the master bedroom.

And Jormy was coiled at the foot of Tom's bed, alert and agitated. Jormy had not appreciated in the least that somebody had harmed Tom on her watch. She was thirsty for vengeance. Well, that made two of them.

Albert Carrow would pay. Truly, bubotuber pus and poison ivy would not kill, but it hurt and caused a lot of pain. And it was not as if Carrow had not attempted to kill Tom through other means.

So, yes, he deserved and would receive the pain he bestowed on Tom tenfold. But, she would wait until Tom was better and did not need her.

She bent down and kissed his temple lightly, tears nearly spilling out of her eyes.

She lost her composure when it came to Tom. She could not take it. She had sworn to protect him, from Dumbledore, from power hungry lords and heirs of Wizangomot, from Grindelwald and from those horrid muggle 'caretakers'. And she had failed; so spectacularly.


Tom's POV

His fingers had been worse and better but Tom was not awfully angry about it. He guessed that somewhere, all his anguish had transferred to Cordelia who was quite affronted about the attack.

So, now two Hogwarts elves were scanning every parcel and letter that the inner circle was getting. His fingers were also healing faster than normal because Cordelia had been feeding him her magic literally. The trick she had pulled in the balcony of the Black manor could be manipulated to obey Cordelia's wishes. So, she rolled some magic in a bowl like it was porridge and sent it in him with the direction to heal.

Madam Underhill had been a little stumped but she had put it aside, saying that Tom was a powerful wizard, and his excess magic was being utilized to heal him.

That was partially true. He had the excess magic from Cordelia who made it a point to extract magic from the grass or something natural and put it in him. But he was powerful, at least according to Cordelia, because if he was not, his channels would not be able to tolerate or use the excess magic.

She had very pointedly made sure that elves served him extremely nutritious food and that they popped up with snacks every now and then, so that he had enough energy in his system. Tom was getting exasperated but he knew better than to argue with her over it, especially because she had reigned in the elves from their adoring and simpering attitudes by just telling them to well, not do it but in a polite, genteel manner.

For the two days, when his fingers were all but useless, Cordelia had taken upon the task of feeding him. Tom was secretly glad that it was the weekend and that he did not have to go to the great hall for meals.

Besides, Cordelia, well, it had strangely felt really nice as she took spoon after spoon and painstakingly fed him the broth and the pudding and…

Well, Tom was getting carried away. Ever since they had, well, begun their relationship, he had been getting sappier. It was difficult for him to pull away from her. They had been spending more and more time together. To be honest, Tom did not think that Cordelia liked the separation either.

Tom felt nice, well more than nice, almost euphoric because he heard Cordelia mutter that she loved him at least once every day. For him, that was a monumental change, from having no one to having her, from being nobody's concern to her primary concern. Well, he liked to think that he was her primary concern because he had seen it. She went out of her way to be there for him. While she had been doing that for a long time, even as a friend, she cared little about the boundaries right now.

Tom did not give much weight to them either. They had slowly opened up to each other, more than they had as friends.

While their kisses ranged from innocent pecks to passionate lip locks; that was not what Tom was referring to. He was used to her, having her around all the time.

While the previous semester had them in each other's company at night, this term was a whole different route. Cordelia was living in the consort rooms. Actually, that was a loose term. Her clothes and trunk were in that room, well most of them anyway. But she practically lived in his room. She had stopped sneaking out in mornings because people had just assumed that Cordelia woke up early and went up to see Tom and the kneazles in the morning. Her room in the girls' dorm was still bedecked as before where she frequently met her female cousins and if any of them needed her at night, well, that is where the elves came in.

After the first night, where the elves had helped them clean out and set up the living quarters of the lord, Tom and Cordelia had not really been expecting too much from them. Sure, they had thought that elves could help out in a sticky spot or two, where they favored them over the headmaster and Professors, occasionally.

He had not expected the entire brigade of elves to come, shed emotional tears, welcome them to Hogwarts and swear fealty to both of them, to him, for being the Lord of Slytherin, and to Cordelia, for being the magicae. Apparently, her magical reserves and aura was getting greater and even though she was hiding it from the witches and wizards, the elves could sense it as if it were in plain sight.

They also discovered a curious piece the head elf told them; their bond and loyalty to a magicae went beyond their bonds to their masters. Any elf would choose to follow Cordelia's orders over their masters.

While Cordelia and he were not planning a house elf rebellion any time soon, it was a handy piece of information, especially considering the antagonists both of them had collected in the short few months.

But as he was saying, whenever one of the women knocked on Cordelia's doors, Cordelia was alerted through the wards she had put up and an elf immediately popped her back in her old room; because elf popping and wizarding apparition were different and Hogwarts was only warded against the latter.

It had so far only happened a couple of times because Cordelia and he had made no secret of working or studying in the living quarters during the day and in fact, late in the night. They were often joined by Abraxas, Burke and Dorea.

Cordelia entered her designated room and an elf promptly popped her back to well, their sleeping chambers.

Tom had not used to the amount of comfort the master bedroom offered. Cordelia had of course, picked out the plushiest mattress and the softest, warmest blankets and quilts. The floor rugs were similar, in warm colors and the room was littered with all kinds of cushions. The elves were keeping the room immaculate as well. And the fires, the two roaring fires were just another plus.

And it was all his, rightfully his. Not from the orphanage or from the school. This all was personal and his.

In fact, the first thing he had done when he and Cordelia had gone to the bank was to transfer the school funds back with interest into the school vault. He did not want to owe anyone except Cordelia. And well, he wanted the school fund to remain open to people who would actually need it. He could afford to pay for it so he would pay for it.

And while Cordelia had been right about the spurious nature of wealth, it had its perks. Tom could buy all sorts of books, he could spend money on trivial things like chocolates or fancy quills and he could, he could buy and do nice things for Cordelia.

Admittedly, he could have done nice things without money by just using his magic but he felt secure in the thought that if need be, he could take care of her.

There was also comfort in the warm, good quality clothes they had purchased, or the sturdy dragon hide boots he owned. Perhaps, he did not need as many pairs as Cordelia had insisted he buy, but he could not find fault in owning all of them. It kind of felt nice to have choice every morning.

But as he said, Cordelia had been right. Tom Riddle was getting more attention than ever since declaring his lord status. While people in Slytherin had always been a little tongue tied around him (having known his Parseltongue abilities), the rest of the school had seemingly woken up of sorts when it came to him. His lord status and wealth had attracted a fair share of heirs for friendships and possible shared investments. Women were also not too far behind in vying for his attention, from regaling tales of his greatness to gain his favor to establishing their charms in some other way. All of it had irritated him to no end. It felt wonderful to have that kind of power over them but at the same time, he could not get over the faux nature of the attention. They did not care about his magical abilities, or even his character. They valued wealth and blood. While all categories involved some kind of power hierarchy, the latter two were extremely fickle. But as Cordelia said, such was the way of world and they needed to navigate it before they could subvert it.

He was currently walking back from the dining hall after dinner. Cordelia had done a bunk; too busy in her parchments and journals in the Consort study of Slytherin Chambers. Tom had not needlessly worried, knowing that one of the elves on kitchen duty would make sure to pester her until she ate. He did not trust Cordelia to remember dinner but he trusted the elves to ensure that she would take it.

He found her slumped on her desk, half asleep. Tom, without making any effort to wake her from the drowsy state, simply picked her up in his arms and chose not to listen to the half-hearted protests, as Cordelia slumped against his chest and properly fell asleep this time.

She had not slept in three days. The first two days had been spent in changing his bandages timely and worrying and on the third day, she had disappeared somewhere in the middle of the night.

Tom had woken up in the middle of night to find her absent. Jormy had run interference and had told him not to worry. That was suspicious as Jormy seemed gleeful about whatever Cordelia was doing but he trusted Jormy to not be gleeful if Cordelia was putting herself in danger. Jormy did not admit it too often in her caustic complains but she had a soft spot for both the parselmouths.

When he had woken up in morning, his chest was functioning as a pillow for the emerald eyed witch, perfectly unharmed.

While Tom was concerned about her attending classes, Cordelia had deliberately cast Notice me not charms in a couple of classes and napped, so he had refrained from converting into a mother hen. But since it was already night, he preferred her to be sleeping in their bed so that she could rest properly.

Thankfully, she had already changed into her nightwear and was already too sleepy to protest much.


Cordelia's POV

17 hours ago

Men's Dorm, Slytherin Dormitories

Tom was fast asleep. Jormy was on guard and there was a nice ward around the Master bedroom of the Slytherin chambers apart from the existing wards that covered the whole living area. Anyone who ventured too near the master bedroom was going to be so badly hexed and cursed that it would be a miracle if the screaming would not disturb half the Hogwarts. If anybody was stupid enough to try and go near the rooms, she doubted anyone would.

Revenge was a dish best served cold but Juniper had never liked cold meals. They symbolized every misery that she had gone under Dursleys.

She had learned it the hard way that sometimes opportunities never spring again. You might be very late if you are waiting for a tomorrow where you can choose rationally and wisely. It had happened with Pettigrew and the Elder wand.

She had also learned that moving headfirst into situations without proper appraisal could solve problems but came at a cost. You just had to ensure that you could live with the cost.

The thing was that gone was the good girl Juniper. Gone was the naïve person that Dumbledore thought he had molded. Gone was the standard spell of expelliarmus.

Cordelia Faye Black would gouge your eyes out if you threatened to harm her family. And if you touched Tom…. if you touched Tom, you could pray to any deity you knew of, you won't be spared of the consequences.

Carrow's room had a standard ward, much like any Slytherin. Privacy and cautiousness ran in the house but Carrow was neither creative nor cunning to put up a ward that would take effort on her part, or too much time as she dismantled it. Carrow was simply in Slytherin because of his supposedly pure blood and baseless ambition.

It took but a moment and a flick of Cordelia's wand and the ward bended to her presence. Removing the ward was foolhardy, no it was much neater to bend the ward. She could enter the room, do whatever she wanted and leave and no one would know. The ward would remain in place and there would be no trail, no evidence that something had stirred and actively influenced the hell Carrow would go through.

She was covered in her Invisibility cloak as a precaution though the entire dormitory slept in bliss. A little nudge and comfort from magic was all it took to make everyone fall into a blissful and restful sleep.

She opened the door gently, creating no noise and entered. The room smelled of stale whiskey, and smoke. Carrow was collapsed in his bed, fully dressed, drooling a little on the side.

Leave it to Carrow to indulge in other addictive substances. He had almost made this too easy on her. If anyone investigated his case for foulplay, all they would need to discover is his history with hallucinogens and alcoholism. Any story he told them would get dismissed in light of his addictions.

Cordelia did not plan on spilling his blood, or causing him pain right now. In her six years as an adult, Juniper had learned patience and the benefits of carefully laid plans as opposed to impulsive torture spells.

While immediate torture brought instant relief, a planned torture satiated your nerves like…

Liquor bottles littered the floor and filled bottles were stacked in one corner. She spiked all the new ones with a weak poison. It would not kill, but the discomfort and unease would be unbearable. And the rate at which Carrow drank, well…respiratory depression would be least of his concerns.

While getting medical aid would save him and cure him, it was the period of suffering that Cordelia was after. And the poison was laced with a mild muting draught, try as he may, Carrow would not be able to scream for help. The poison Cordelia chose was also very notorious for immediately blocking the motor signals of the body. His movement would not completely disappear but will be hampered and it would take a lot of movement to create significant noise, movement that would not come easily nor without agony.

People will not miss him simply because everyone knew his drunkard ways and propensity to miss classes.

Cordelia also threw in the rune of silence on all four corners of the room. Academically inclined students would use the rune to drown out outside noise and to block any oral rehearsal they did. If Carrow claimed that he had not put them, they could just have been legacies from graduated students. And they were tiny and thin, easily missed unless you were looking for them.

This room would be a cage where he would suffer. The poison would eventually be defeated and excreted out of the system through sweating in about 3 days. The loss of water will be accompanied by thirst, an insatiable thirst and Carrow will not find water in his room. His parched throat would again reach for alcohol as no one would come for his aid.

Hogwarts elves were forbidden from appearing in the private rooms or dorms of the students at their behest. Apparently, a great many purebloods had tried to take advantage. Now, the charter of Hogwarts was amended and an elf would come only in the common areas and would only follow neutral orders. The only reason they obeyed Tom and her was because they were more than students.

The next phase was finding out the stash of his potions. Every rich pureblood always brought a store of basic potions from their homes: pepper up, pain relievers, burn salves. In Carrow's case, Cordelia was sure that she would also find Hangover cures and a few other questionable varieties.

Now, the potions bottles would be neatly labeled. However, she knew that Carrows used the apothecary in Knocturnal Alley over the one in Diagon. And that seller used black opaque tiny bottles to sell the potions. It was just easier to smuggle nasty potions that way. The black color hid the potion color and to detect the potion, you actually had to pour a little of it out of the bottle. Smelling, touching or tasting a potion was a stupid move, so when you sent hundreds of small bottles, it got a little dicey to detect the illegal potions.

There was a bill in place to regulate the kind of bottles that potionmakers should use for supply but it was stuck in bureaucracy because as illegal this practice was, several pureblood families were beneficiaries of the opaque bottles. Just like it served the purpose of several purebloods, it would serve her purpose. Carrow would be unable to recognize the potion that she intended to replace.

Carrow's trunk likely had a blood protection. She went up to him, nipped his finger with her dagger and fed the trunk.

Carrow did not even stir. Cordelia had simply requested the elves to serve a few recipes that used a lot of salt and sugar in dinner. No student would complain. Mixed with alcohol, it was known to make you a little thirsty. And everyone in Slytherin knew Carrow only ever drank from his flask of alcohol. Water was beneath him. In his desire to quench the thirst, Carrow might have indulged in more alcohol than usual. And considering, he already drank more than thrice of the reasonable intake, his blacking out was not at all surprising.

The stash of bottles had hangover cures as predicted. That would be the first thing Carrow would reach for after quenching the thirst with alcohol.

There were 5 bottles. Cordelia nicked 4 of them. She did not think Carrow would even realize the theft considering his perpetual inebriated state.

The contents of the last bottle were spilled on the ground and an absorbent paper completely dried it.

Cordelia filled it with a pitch black potion.

The potion had been an accidental discovery. Not in an ancient text or civilization, but in the black magical market of Romania and Ukraine, known for its dragon supplies. Ukraine smugglers had suffered from a lot of ill luck in the last decade of 20th century. The entire market was dominated by the Romanian Kingpin.

The cause of it: the potion that Carrow would drink.

The ill luck was not coincidental. A Romanian, eccentric destitute orphan had tried to create a better version of felix felicis, one that would have a prolonged effect without the toxicity and would bring him extended good fortune.

He had ended up creating the black cocktail that brought everyone who drank it, a very bad luck. He failed in his attempt to create a better potion but he won a good fortune regardless because the Romanian Kingpin stumbled across it and saw the value of the potion and made the orphan his main potions master. The Ukrainian market handlers had been put on an endless supply of what the Kingpin simply called 'Black luck'.

Of course, Ukraine did not exist as a sovereign nation in this time, and the orphan who created this potion would not be born for another few decades.

But the fact was that Cordelia had once been Juniper and Juniper, on one of her few visits to Charlie Weasley, had met the Kingpin when her presence had inadvertently disturbed his business. Nothing scared low life thugs more than the defeater of a dark lord.

The kingpin had unsuccessfully tried to feed her the potion but the entire meeting was a series of unfortunate events for him. He had underestimated her on the onus of being a young witch and she had him and all his lieutenants on the mercy of her wand in about 7 minutes.

Few things deterred a fully grown magicae.

In exchange of sparing their life and not mentioning the little spat to anyone, she had wiggled out the recipe and his entire stock of the said potion from him. She swore that she would not tell anyone about the potion.

And she had not. Not to Draco and not to Sid; definitely not to Hermione. She was tempted to tell George about it, keeping his love for quirky things in mind but she had refrained from giving in to the urge.

But her promise had not stopped her from feeding ICW a trail of information and warning Charlie Weasley of the presence and tactics of the smugglers, without mentioning that spat. A win-win for everybody.

Because that potion gave the Kingpin an edge, she was sure that he would not reveal its presence to any authority.

The potion had been safely stored in her potions store. She had never been so angry at anybody to literally feed them bad luck, but Carrow was a special case and he really deserved this special treatment.

After his nightmare of being trapped in his room for nearly 3 days, he would drink seven spoonfulls of 'Black luck' and his remaining week would also go downhill. He would have too much of headache to register the taste or anything.

She would not even have to stage accidents. The world would do everything for her.

She simply added a timed spell that would vanish the bottle after 3 and half days, leaving no evidence.

Now, for the final touch, she pulled out a pouch, identical to the one Carrow had dropped in the Alihotsy draught and left it in his potions stash. The difference was that this pouch was empty.

But Carrow would understand the message. Whatever was happening to him was planned and he would not be able to prove it, because proving it would mean admitting dropping the pouch if not throwing it in the potions classroom. For admitting to any of the crimes ( manslaughter and attempted murder respectively), he would be tried as an adult because he was 17. His status as the heir of an ancient and noble house would not help as he had endangered the lives of 7 heirs excluding Tom.

He would wish that he were dead by the time her plan was done with him if his ill luck did not just lead to his death.


Cordelia's POV

Wednesdays were good days. The week was almost done, she had no Dumbledore and the dinner almost always had a chocolate pudding.

While she had a special tooth for Treacle tart, chocolate had not been far behind in her list. When you were a woman, you discovered the joys of a good chocolate recipe sooner or later.

As Lyra Greengrass stared at her for taking a second serving, Cordelia merely raised her eyebrow at her. All the other women had stopped paying attention to Cordelia's eating habits.

When you were abused as a child, you tended to eat a tad little more when you actually got good food. While this body had memories of plentiful meals of Cordelia, it also had the habits of Juniper. Unfortunately, this time looked a little contemptuously at women who ate more than their supposedly 'delicate' frames could allow. Cordelia was usually mindful but this was chocolate. She had been unable to resist.

While her female cousins and a few others had accepted this part as one of her charms, Greengrass still could not get over it.

Honestly, Greengrass was not bad. The family was grey in their leanings and had always been a cautious but gracious bunch. The lord was fine, the heir was also fine. Unfortunately, the lord had the ill fortune to marry one Crabbe.

Now, Cordelia only had to meet her Great aunt Irma a few times to discern the flippant attitude of Lyra Greengrass. She had fortunately inherited the looks of Greengrasses, but had the somewhat dim tendencies of the Crabbes. A little stereotyped combination when it came to women. Beautiful meant dumb and smart meant ugly, when none of it really was related.

Truthfully, Cordelia had only ignored the Slytherin women in her year and Greengrass because their pretense of superiority grated on her. Colette was just as feminine and beautiful as they were, perhaps a tad bit more; and Cordelia got along famously with her, perhaps because Colette was kind; while these witches saw anyone who did not conform to their ideal as 'other'.

It was quite similar to her avoidance of Lestrange, Carrow and Parkinson. It was quite similar to her irritation with Walburga at her occasional policing or her exasperation with Evelyn's properness.

Cordelia was not against the femininity of those girls, she was just against the system those women insisted on upholding, as if their femininity or beauty held them higher than anybody.

So, she met the stare of Lyra Greengrass head on. Lyra's eyes flickered to Tom for a moment and then back to Cordelia.

So, that's why she was a subject of interest to Greengrass now. Greengrass had made it abundantly clear that she was trying to snag Tom. And everyone knew how inseparable Tom and Cordelia were. It irritated Cordelia a little bit but she was mostly amused by Greengrass' attempt at trying to catch his attention. She could not blame the girl. Tom was considered a catch and women of this time were raised to snag 'good' husbands. And nobody knew about Tom and her yet.

The 'men' were currently discussing the weather. How utterly 'original' of them? The conversation mostly centered on the rainy, 'depressing' look it had taken. How they could not wait for summer to get to their good, old estates? How Tom should visit them sometime to see their charms? Cordelia would sooner eat kidney pie than partake in the façade.

Of course, Greengrass could not resist any chance to catch Tom's attention.

"Surely, you are not inviting Lord Slytherin to that hovel, Rosier. He would be much better off coming to the Greengrass estates? We have the finest Aethonons across all Britain. It would be a delight to tour our orchards with him as our guest." Greengrass smiled demurely.

Alphard and Anastius attempted to stifle their laughter at the obvious attempt of flirting; at least they understood that normal charms would never work on Tom. Orion gave Lyra an odd look, Rosier looked offended and Abraxas tried to glance around helplessly as if praying for the occurrence of something to diffuse the situation; he really did hate conflicts.

Cordelia relaxed back and put in another spoonful of pudding in her mouth as she watched the show. She would rescue Tom if need be but this was just too enjoyable.

Before Tom could rescue himself off the situation, or one of the men, especially Rosier could retort back to the insult, Walburga stepped in, "Finest Aethonons in Britain? You should have invented a more convincing trope Greengrass! The best Aethenons in Britain are owned by Gamps whose family has held the breeding mares for over 3 centuries now. Lord Slytherin is already familiar with the best of them as he stayed in Black estate over the winter. Lady Black is also the eldest sister of Lord Gamp, surely you did not forget!" Walburga gave her a haughty look as she placed down her cutlery with precise movements. Greengrass jumped like a scared cat at the attack.

But Walburga was not done, "And even if he does take up your offer, what 'delightful' orchards would he visit; the ones that produce the venomous tentacula or the one that produces mandrakes or perhaps the one that produces the Devil's snare? Surely, you did not forget that your family's fortune comes from supply of the finest and most dangerous herb based ingredients across Britain. A brush with death would be a more worthy descriptor perhaps, definitely not a tryst with delight." Walburga patted her lips with a napkin in her sassy yet classy manner.

Anastius and Alphard dissolved into poorly concealed laughter. Abraxas hastily stuffed more pudding in his mouth as his eyes widened in shock and mirth. Orion looked at Walburga in a seemingly new light. Rosier was too amused to behave appropriately. Cordelia was still eating a small spoonful of pudding as she enjoyed the look on Lyra's face with a twitch on her lips. Tom, after a small moment of contemplation, followed her example. She did not blame him; it would be difficult to top Burga's insults. It was much more entertaining and easier to revel in it.

Greengrass was gaping at Walburga with wide eyes as if she could not believe the insult as Walburga adjusted her cutlery brazenly, too unbothered by Greengrass' astonishment.

Greengrass kept gaping, as if expecting someone to rise up to save her, defend her and the Slytherins sitting nearby either couldn't either care less or were enjoying this hysterically. Lestrange might have been sympathetic if he was sitting anywhere near them but he had taken to avoid Cordelia as much as he could and her female yearmates were still wrapping their head around the conversation so any retort from them would come real slow.

The silence was really very dramatic. Tom and her eyes met and Tom's lips twitched as he noticed her amusement but both of them quickly went back to the pudding. One did not simply ignore chocolate pudding in favor of drama.

A small clinking sound drew all of their attention away from the faux pas at the Slytherin table to Headmaster Dippet, who was standing beyond the Head table.

"Morgana have mercy!" Tom hissed under his breath as his palm found her free one once he was finished and nestled it comfortably between his palms. Cordelia drew comfort from the fact that he reached for physical contact with her without too much thought.

Cordelia finished the last spoon of her pudding, patted her lips in a manner airily similar to Burga and turned a little towards the Head table to Dippet.

"Five years ago, as per the suggestion of Potions master Slughorn, we began the Annual Showcase where students from different houses and years are encouraged to come together and to put up several magical spectacles. We have had excellent feats of magic, beauty and grace as students come together in the previous years. We hope that we will see similar efforts this year. The rules will be posted on your House notice boards and the event itself will take place in the second week of May. You roughly have two months to come up with literally anything that demonstrates magical prowess. The winning team and every extraordinary effort will win accolades and points for their house and an award from the school. We hope you make up proud." Dippet announced to the generic sound of clapping.

Tom and her eyes met again as the rest of world drowned away. They had given the showcase some thought but not overly much. They had much bigger concerns but as they had discussed; a fun project that brought people together would boost the morale and make more cohesive ties than bantering in a court could ever do.

They returned to the world as the clutter of students got up and chatter increased and decreased as students trudged back to their common rooms.

They had scheduled a court meeting tomorrow to address the showcase. They had been planning for it but they did not want to have the meeting before the announcement.


Tom's POV

He had just emerged from the bathroom when he heard light whispers from Cordelia and Jormy.

"As fun as watching it would be, you cannot enter that room. We don't want them to pin it on you…"Cordelia gently reprimanded the snake as Jormy, predictably, grumbled. The snake was currently wrapped around Cordelia's torso, likely clinging to absorb Cordelia's warmth.

"Enter where?" Tom could not help but ask.

Cordelia gave him a considering look as Jormy appeared guilty.

"To wherever you disappeared Sunday night…" Tom quickly concluded.

"Would you hate me horribly if I confess to get even with one of our housemates rather questionably?" Cordelia said carefully.

"I doubt anything could make me hate you." Tom said seriously, reducing the distance between them and moving closer to he gently pushed one of her ringlets behind her ear and kissed her forehead gently.

As their foreheads rested against each other in comfort, Cordelia slowly spoke, "I just paid the person who sent you that envelope in kind."

Tom froze.

"I was angry. I still am angry and I got even." Cordelia's voice trembled with emotion as her bright eyes looked upto his, as they glistened with water and pearls of tears rolled down her cheeks against her struggle for composure and before Tom realized, his palms had encased her cheek and he was burying her head in his chest. Lia rarely cried. In fact, Tom could count the number of times she was really sad on one finger and all of them had been on behalf of other people.

"You have been curbing my murderous intentions against Lestrange for so long, Lia. Surely you realize that I would be the last person to disapprove of whatever you did, as long as it does not put you in harm's way. And you are smarter than that anyway…" He gently caressed her hair and kissed the nape of her neck.

Jormy had slithered away from both of them, giving them some privacy, as she chased Nyx and Lux across the carpet.

"Will it come back to haunt you?" Tom gently asked.

"I have accepted the hand of enmity from one of the houses. There is no going back from that. But otherwise no, there is no possible legal case against me." Cordelia said slowly.

"But it was Carrow who offered the hand. You simply replied back in kind." Tom said pointedly.

Cordelia gave him an alert look.

"I am not naïve. I saw him throwing the pouch in Potions and I suspected that the envelope was from him. Since I got Renatus, I thought it was only fair that you get Carraw, especially considering your fury." Tom accepted lightly.

Cordelia rose on her toes and pecked his nose affectionately and Tom smiled and returned the peck.

"I am going to take memories from Dorea. I am sure that they would be very entertaining." She said nonchalantly.

"I am sure they would be." Tom nodded and suddenly hissed, "Jormy, stay clear of the fire…you will burn yourself."

"I want to see the memories too. Swear it, swear it!" Jormy excitedly hissed.

"Of course you know what Lia did." Tom said amusedly.

Cordelia rolled her eyes, "She is more homicidal than both of us put together. I had to promise her that it would be very painful before she decided to drop the plan of biting off his face."

"He cannot do anything to my master. Only I am allowed to do that but perhaps you as well, nestmate." Erin flicked her tongue.

"Her name is Cordelia." Tom said pointedly as Cordelia's cheeks flushed in amusement and embarrassment.

"But this is your nest?" Jormy looked at him questioningly.

"Yes." Tom answered slowly, looking very suspicious.

"And she lives here and sleeps here with you." Jormy said superiorly, raising her neck elegantly.

And before Tom could interrupt her train of thought, she had barbed out, "So, that makes her your nestmate. I don't know master, are you really well if you cannot see this plain logic?" She sharply smacked her tail on the rug and leisurely sunk into one spread blanket.

"How would you like it if I call you snake instead of Jormy?" Tom asked, already very irritated.

Cordelia was stifling her laughter.

"That is a deplorable address." Jormy raised her nose in annoyance.

"And nestmate is not." Tom asked sarcastically, wildly gesturing with his arms.

"Of course not! Nestmates are precious. She will be with you forever. She should be honored that I find her worthy enough to let her spend time with you. "She prattled on as if she could not believe how silly Tom was being.

"You find her worthy enough! You realize she owned you and now, I own you because she gifted you to me. I am your master and by extension, she is your mistress!" Tom repeated back in disbelief as Cordelia started laughing.

"That is what I said. She is my mistress because she is your nestmate. Ergo, master and his nestmate." Jormy tilted her head in contempt. She had definitely picked that habit from him.

And Cordelia dissolved into more raucous laughter.

"I can't believe I am losing an argument to a snake." Tom muttered in annoyance and stomped one foot. Cordelia took that moment to do an Aww and wrapped her arm around his head comfortingly and kissed him full on his cheek and lips.

Then she bent down on her knees in front of Jormy and met the eyes of the she-snake, "Jormy, behave. Is this how a good familiar, the mighty Apophis behave?" Cordelia asked as if speaking to a child.

"It is not my fault that you chose a stubborn master for me? Ridiculous…" Jormy turned away from Cordelia, ignoring Tom's rolling eyes.

Tom was ready to pluck the snake from the floor and …

But Cordelia was very patient, "Jormy." She said warningly.

"I am not stupid, I know my name is Jormy. There is really no need to repeat it so many times." The snake said drily.

"I know you are not stupid and so does Tom. Which is why I want you to listen carefully: your personal example does not necessarily translate to everybody. Nestmates might be a very important title in reptiles and even in humans, but it is not a reference that I am entirely comfortable with.

"What Tom is trying to tell you is that my identity goes beyond being his nestmate; I am a person too, just like him so when you constantly refer me through him, you are reducing my personal agency. I would not mind it if you refer or see me as his nestmate occasionally, even if you are teasing because I am his nestmate and I hold a certain pride in that and a little bit of teasing is harmless.

"But it is also wrong to assume that I am just his nestmate. It would be like reducing you to a rodent eater. You do a great many things beyond rodent eating. You sit out in sun, you have fun, you are smart and sarcastic, you watch over the kneazles for us and so much more. Yes, rodent eating is an important trait and necessary part of your consumption, but it does not entirely define you, does it? So, do you understand why Tom is vexed at your constant use of nestmate to refer to me?" Cordelia explained patiently.

"Well, there is the reason why I approve of you, Mistress. You are smarter than that useless over there." Jormy flicked her tail towards Tom, and added graciously, "Very well, I shall only call you his nestmate when you irritate me too much by eating each other's faces for too long. That should be acceptable."

Tom tried not to look like that, but he knew his face gave away how impressed he was. Jormy was very difficult and that Cordelia had managed this feat was no less impressive than anything she had concocted up for Carrow.

He did not even protest when Jormy called him useless. Useless, his foot. He really could not believe that the snake whose only job was sitting and warming itself by the fire was calling him, the lord of Slytherin, the King of Hogwarts court useless.

He blinked gingerly. That snake was really very spoilt and he had had this realization just too many times in the past few days now.

"Good girl!" Cordelia gently patted Jormy's head with a smile. Tom could not help but smile at Lia's obvious pride.

"Will you get me a whole deer now?" Jormy preened and asked excitedly.

"Don't sweat it that much!" Tom's smile faded and he immediately accused and complained against the snake, "That is what you get for being nice to her."

"I don't know, I could annoy you more master." Jormy hinted slyly.

Cordelia's smile widened as her eyes glinted , "You know Zephyr and Quetzl are looking for a third companion for flying. They could pick you in their claws and take you out for regular rides. It would be exhilarating, don't you think?" She mildly suggested.

Jormy was excessively afraid of heights and the claws of predator birds. Her mischief vanished as dread appeared on her face, "You wouldn't?"

"Wouldn't I?" Cordelia asked innocently.

"Be grateful to her." Jormy snapped at Tom and slithered away to the nursery, all the while hissing under her breath.

Cordelia and Tom restrained their amusement and together moved to pick the drowsy and mewing kneazles and gently tucked them in their blanket laden basket as the door to the nursery shut itself.

"Looks like they are sleeping here today." Tom lightly said as he caressed the forehead of Lux. Cordelia had settled down and was humming a song as the eyes of the kneazles began closing. Tom settled behind her and wrapped his arms around her.


Cordelia's POV

She and Tom had retired to bed and she was currently reading him a piece of French literature. Tom understood some French and she had been teaching him more sparingly when he had desired to learn more. The easiest way to learn diction was to hear and repeat it; hence the dive into French works.

They had now moved to more complex texts. She was currently reading out a few pieces of poetry from Victor Hugo. While Tom understood most of it, it was still a bit of struggle for him to pronounce them. But he was constantly trying to do that despite their jam packed schedules.

"Enchanteur?" Tom commented but his eyes had a questioning look about his diction.

Cordelia nodded with a smile as she snuggled further in his shoulder while reading the last lines of the poem.

"This sometimes feels like a dream." Tom confessed after a comfortable silence. When Cordelia rose herself and met his eyes as he turned his head towards her, he just touched her forehead with his, "I don't know what I would do without you Lia and it is…I sometimes feel like…I don't know I… I don't know...what if this is not real? What if I am dreaming because you and everything around me is not less than a dream? What if I am…what if I am actually sleeping and I wake up back in that orphanage?" With his each confession, Cordelia's arms tightened her hold over him and her eyes grew watery but she did not shed her tears. No matter how much she related to this confession, this was not about her. This was about Tom and his insecurities, his fears of having anything real or good forever out of his grasp.

"I thought similarly when I got my Hogwarts letter until I forced myself to accept the decent reality. But what really convinced me was the fact that no one seemed to like me in Hogwarts. I mean if I was dreaming, I would have concocted a better reality surely. I knew how creative I could get. But everyone hated me, or was indifferent.

"Slughorn was cordial because of my prowess but maintained distance to avoid incurring the wrath of other heirs, Merrythought offered praise occasionally but you know how dry she is, Tofty was too busy keeping the Hufflepuffs safe from Slytherin spells, Garrison was too new, Warrick was too busy trying to keep us awake and Murphy never paid attention to any first year who was not a godly flier or too bad at it and I averaged in flying. Dumbledore, he tried his best to turn others against me.

"The only one who was kind was Madam Underhill and I hated her, I hated her because she saw me when I was weak. I was cursed so many times, by Slytherins for being a mudblood, by other houses for being a weak snake and no one… no one stopped…. until I started fighting back. And I resisted fighting initially thinking that if hurting me made them amenable, made them happy, then I would stay hurt, just as long as…. And no one ever truly cared until they became afraid of me….and I did not want that either but having people fear me was better than staying hurt.

"No one really cared until you came and so casually included me in everything. I was convinced that you were a concoction of my head because nobody could care about me just because I existed. I know you later said that you found a kinship with me that led you to befriend me but you never treated me differently from the moment you laid your eyes on me. You were so respectful and kind and I tried so hard to hate you….but I couldn't, I couldn't stay away from the one person…." Tears had sprung out of Tom's eyes and before Cordelia realized what she was doing she had tightly wound her arms around him and pulled his head to her bosom.

Tom took a minute to regain his composure and then lifted his head and stared at her and smiled a watery smile, "So, I thought it was a dream but then it grew, it expanded until you utterly had reserved every space of my heart. I resisted it so much, because I was so, so afraid. But you proved me wrong, you proved me wrong every time I questioned you, doubted you, alienated you, threatened to harm you. But I could never ever really stand the thought of you hurt, hell; I could not stand the thought of your sad face, your smile absent, your eyes vacant.

"And then you got hurt, and I realized, I realized that even though I only knew you for a short time, I couldn't breathe in a world where you were not happy, where you were not teasing me, challenging me right from the side, where I could not see those bright eyes and that wide smile directed at me. My heart died, it died over and over until I saw you pressed against me that day. I did not believe it. It was so hard to believe it and when I yelled at you for nearly dying and you so kindly and compassionately apologized even when it was not your fault, I knew, I knew you were alive because as creative my mind was, it could never ever create something to match the warmth that you hold in your eyes and arms.

"I have wanted to tell you how much you mean to me ever since, through my eyes, the way I held you, but I never could. Not when you brought me the locket, not when you introduced me to Jormy, not when we spent my birthday in that carnival, not even when I told you that I loved you. You are my life, my light, everything good in this whole world and I don't know what made you enter my life, but I will always be..." Tom was cut off because Cordelia had jumped on him, shedding tears.

"Lia…" Tom's panicked voice filled her ears but she kept crying.

"I did not mean to make you sad…Lia, don't cry…" Tom had seemed to forget his pain as he wrapped his arms around her hysterical body.

"I am not sad." She said indignantly separating from him and hitting him with her fists, "I am happy. And sad, and gosh, I love you so much, you prat, you…. loveable twat." And immediately dissolving into fresh tears and hugging him again, "I am allowed to be sad on your behalf, okay. If I could curse every person who came in your life before me, I would. You might be a twat, but you are my twat and nobody is allowed to hurt my twat even though I did not know my twat until…" She continued sobbing into his chest for some time.

When Tom did not say anything, she quickly removed herself from his person and stared at him right in the face, all sobbing forgotten, tears still rolling down his cheeks, "I did not choke you, did I?"

Tom returned her stare, while hers was laced in embarrassment and worry; his was laced in disbelief and affection.

And before she knew, she was encased in Tom's arms, pulled in his lap as he smothered her in his kisses.

Tom was never one for speaking for his feelings especially when he could show things through his actions and she dared say that the kissing or snogging that followed was endlessly passionate and saturated with their love.


Hello Dear Readers,

Apologies for the delay. I spent a lot of time with this fic, finalizing a lot of details about the wizarding world that was in 1940s and prior. It takes an awful lot of time to create over 200 characters and family names and trees. I am utterly exhausted as I tried to keep up with it.

Unfortunately, this chapter required some detail from that, not most of it but I just kept going and going because I was in a world building mood. For an updated directory of characters, please refer to my Profile. I will keep adding stuff to the directory as the story progresses but everything is almost completely finalized. I am just not putting it up because most of it will come forth as I tell the story. I will only put the dry details on the profile, so that it can be used as a quick referral in case of confusions.

Alternatively, I also thought about attaching the directory as an Appendix update to the story so that people do not need to go to the profile page. If you would prefer that, let me know.

There is a small change from the previous directory where Callidora Black was a cousin of Altair and Arcturus Black and now is a sister, which makes Sebastian Longbottom a first cousin to Cordelia, Dorea, Orion and Alphard.

The Chapter is again over 10000 words and it is one of my personal favorites. So, I am hoping for some good comments.

Expect the next chapter update in the same date range, that is, 20-25. The delay, if any, won't be without due cause. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

On another note, I am currently making a note of plotholes and inconsistencies in the story so that I can correct them in a go. I do have a list but if you remember any, please feel free to PM me. Apologies for not getting back on the reviews, I treasure each one of them but I cannot always get back to them timely.

Also, I absolutely loved Fantastic Beasts. OC versions of the characters will be appearing in the fic in future, though not for at least a dozen updates. The characters might be referenced before that. I hope people would have watched it by then (summer?), so that I can avoid spoilers because I would hate to do that.

Also, while this fic liberally uses information from Pottermore writing, it does not neccesarily stick to the canon. While I have liberally picked character names and stuff, I have mashed them together to create elaborate family trees. For instance, in canon, Dorea is actually aunt of Orion, Alphard, Walburga, Lucretia and Cygnus. In my version, she is a cousin or sister. Wherever it deviates from the canon, you will find it noted in the Appendix (on profile). Apart from using exisiting characters, the list of Hogwarts students is entirely made up.

A very Happy new year and hope everyone had/is having good holidays.

Lots of love,

Katoptris