Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor do an I lay claim to it at all
Warnings: Rated M for future Mature themes (will be brought up later on), language etc.
She had been three months old when she came to realizing where she was and what she was. She had died, been reborn, and was at this point a witch.
Her name, though not her original name, was Danielle Rosier. A pureblood in a world where you were either dark or light and grey was dying breeding. She didn't remember much of the family she had been reborn into, what was left of the family, the Rosiers, but she knew they had been dark supporters of Voldemort. But everything else she knew of the family was forgotten in favor of recalling the events that occurred to a Harry Potter.
The first few weeks after were hard for her, it was entirely embarrassing to go to the bathroom and ask to be feed. It was even more awkward when she had called her aunt ''Mama' not realizing the woman was, in fact, her aunt and her mother died birthing herself. Everything was too much for Danielle, from losing everything from her past life to being unable to do anything, she didn't even know if Harry Potter had been born yet. Thankfully, it had seemed that whatever brought to this world and time had done the same to another.
She and her brother hadn't always gotten along. In fact, the two seemed to despise one another until Danielle had been three. She had found her brother stuck up and saw himself above others while allegedly he saw her as naive, odd considering she was the age of a child. The two had caused lots of turmoil at the Rosier manor, especially for the house elves and their aunt, Elia. The poor woman had been at her wit's end before throwing them both into a locked closet for an afternoon, after getting in a hissy fit with each other. To the surprise of all in the house, other than the siblings, the two left the closet, several hours later closer than ever. It was an almost terrifying change in their relationship that Elia had been both worried and intrigued on what occurred in there. Of course, those in the house would never know the truth nor would anyone else find out the things the two knew.
When they had both been thrown in the dark and oddly damp closet, the two had remained quiet contemplating what to do. Somehow, though neither knew how exactly, they ended up opening up to one another. And soon, within minutes both came to the same realization about one another.
Cepheus Black had never been one for children. He was decent with them, once having more siblings and cousins then fingers on his hands, but that was in a past that meant nothing now. Finding himself with a new sibling hurt him, he saw her like a replacement to what he once had, something that would never truly compare. Admittedly he was cold to her, he never stayed long in her presence and when Danielle could start speaking he started avoiding her at all costs. He may have promised to protect her, but it didn't mean he had to be around her.
"You're a brat Danielle, a complete and utter brat," he had told her mere seconds after they had been jammed into the closet, "If you just shut your mouth for a goddamn second I wouldn't be in this mess!"
Danielle rolled her glossy green eyes like you were any better she thought huffing, "You're just to blame as me, idiot." She resigned pouting, this wasn't what she had wanted. Deep down, she knew their relationship was rocky at best, neither seeming to click with the other, but to her, she assumed it was the age difference (seeing as she was mentally eighteen) yet dismissing the idea their issues was based on communication.
Cepheus clenched his fists in anger, "You don't understand, you never understand, and you wouldn't even be able to comprehend the things I've been trying to do. So why don't you just continue with your little dollies and let me be you insufferable-"
"Careful brother you're acting like a senseless Gryffindor." Danielle responded almost comically, giggling at her brother's red face, "If it's such a big deal why not tell me, I may be able to help, I'm smarter than I look, unlike yourself." She hadn't meant to say the last retort, but the opportunity was there and it was hard to pass up.
It was Cepheus's turn to roll his eyes in frustration and annoyance, "Again, your feeble brain couldn't handle the things I know."
"Try me."
"..."
"I'm waiting or are you deaf too? Should I get Aunt Elia to call a healer?"
"OH SHUT UP!" His magic lashed out with his emotions, the wood around them holding the closet up shook and splintered slightly from the force. "Do you really want to know?! You could never understand what I have to go through, knowing things, things yet to happen, things that could happen, I can change who can die and who can live! This is what I have to deal with and you, my darling innocent naive sister, will never understand my torment!" He burst again, his magical essence clenching on to her own in a painful grasp, she winced.
She remained quiet for what seemed like an eternity, battling her mind and emotions as well before answering in a soft and almost muted voice, "I may be the only to truly comprehend what you're going through," but Cepheus was having it, barely listening as he felt his emotions drawback almost preparing to attack again, "No, you know nothing-"
"Harry Potter, it was one of my favorite books you know?"
His head whipped around facing her in speed so fast the two swore they heard his neck crack. "What are you getting at?"
It was now or never for her, taking a deep breath she continued, running her small fingers through her hair, "I always thought the fourth was the best, although I admit I mostly Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory made me like it the most," her eyes looked down sorrowfully, "My name is Alison Quinn, I was born in 2002 to Paul and Rachel Quinn. I had a younger sister named Suzie and a corgi, we lived together in the capital of the United States, D.C." With no interruptions she continued:
"It was a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, I was behind the wheel. I didn't even feel it when I think it was a semi-truck had hit us. I didn't even realize what had happened until after I found myself here. I was so scared, I thought it was all my fault," her voice trailed off shaking her head as she added, "but that doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done."
A silence fell between the two again before Cepheus cleared his throat breaking the air, "I well-," he took a deep breath holding his hand out to his sister, "I used to be called Ellis, Ellis Mason born 1995. I enjoyed video games a lot, and I was engaged to my high school girlfriend, her names Clara, we were going to marry during the fall. It was silly of me to be drunk on a cruise ship I admit, but I guess here I am now."
The two exchanged a weak handshake before they began a slightly awkward yet relatable conversation. Comparing when and where they lived, to hobbies and interests, beliefs and theories to their situation, to finally discussing what they were going to do.
"I'm sorry, you died so young. You should've lived longer-" she only shook her head sympathetically, "You're one to talk, you were what, 24, 25? You were going to get married, I should be saying sorry."
"..."
"It could be a lot worse you know? At least we don't have to do this alone." Cepheus nodded, "You're right, and I promise to protect you okay? And not just because we're alike, but because we're family now." She only nodded, "You don't need to but thank you...brother."
"So," he drawled out coughing slightly, "The Wizarding World of Harry Potter huh, who would've thought."
"Yes, it sounds like a poorly written fanfiction if you ask me."
"Fanfiction? Isn't that stuff like that one meme, My Immortal? Never really thought of it like that, but it's cool, I guess," Cepheus paused, "So Danie- I mean Alison what should we do?"
She laughed a little, "Danielle is fine, it's my name now right? And I'm not sure, I mean is the Harry Potter even alive yet? And if he is, that means Voldemort is too and I don't know if you recall from the books, but well the Rosiers were Voldemort and Grindelwald supporters."
He scoffed, "You're not thinking of joining that lunatic right? How do you even remember that stuff? I read the books sure and watched th movies, but damn, were you a die-hard fan?"
She nodded furiously, "Yeah, I guess you can say that. I defiently was one of those, you know until I died," she laughed, "To anwser your question, no, I will not be joining his forces no matter how attractive Tom Ridle maybe," she joked half-heartdely.
"Being here, there's a lot I want to change. Sure I want to experince magic and it would be nice not messing up the future, but at the same time, there's a lot wrong in this world. And well, with our positions, you as the scion of House Black and I of the Rosiers, we can do a lot of change here."
As she exlained, Cephus listened to every word, silently cursing for not having any paper to write down or plan out anything. Danielle did promise to write all the information she had of everyone she could think of in one of those enchanted diaries, the ones where only the user culd access or someone permitted to. Once that had been out of the way, the two began throwing out a vaiance of theories, ideas, and half-hazard plans (none of which would be of use later on). The two hadn't even realized the amount of time that had passed until the pair heard the clicking of the closet's door knob.
The door opened revealing their curious aunt, Elia, popping her head out into view, "This is a marvelous surprise! Are you two getting along? Poppy-" the house elf, "do you mind grabbing little Danielle and then asking the cook to start a celbrator dinner?" She asked gleefuly while the two siblings excahnged glances, quickly getting whisked away from one another.
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It was a grey day when the Rosiers met a one Walburga Black, Dowager Lady of House Black. Cephus had been reeling the prior two days and nights, worrying about the interaction that would ocur that day. The boy had met the woman and twice before, back when he was a baby with his father, Regulus (who he found out was Sirius Balck's brother of all people), and then again during the man's funeral. To prepare himself, Danielle had kindly written all the information she knew on their two families as well as Walburga herself, he really didn't want to be caught off guard.
Danielle though, did warn him to not reveal too much informtaion as things such as secrets may slip out. He understood her worries but in all fairness, he was thirty-one (or was it two?) years old, even if his physical appearance remained as a seven year old. It was funny, even though both him and his sister died the same year, 2018, he had been born three years prior to her, but at the same time, he was still older than her either way.
However, age really didn't mean much at the moment. Standing in the sitting room of the decrpited Grimmulad Place, really put a damper on his mood. Danille was at his side, keeping, what he asumed, was an expressionless face (however, it looked as though she seemed to be fighting off running around and fan-girling as she called it). Their aunt, Elia stood behind them, head held high, wearing the prim and proper robes of the Rosier house, and in his opinion was passing as a pure-blood.
Unfortunatley, Walburga cared very little with how their aunt look, instead of taking one glance at her and screeching about 'half-blood bastards' and 'pure blood lines' as well as 'the first none pure-blood to ever enter this sacred home'. Both Cepheus and Danielle exchanged looks, the former one of stress and the latter a more annoyed look.
Clearing his throat to grab the woman's attention, he spoke as clear and steadily as he could, "My Lady Grandmother, if I may intervene as the faster we get this meeting starter the sooner our half-blood unt will leave." He of course didn't have anything against half-bloods or any interest in the difference between the heirarchy, but he did know he had to play his cards right with Walburga.
Manners meant everything in this society. Older house saw it as a means of respect, pure-bloods (at least those with political standing) saw it as a dying tradition with all the muggles allegedly polluting the wizarding world, and it was also a means of survival. In a way, Cepheus had been relieved that he had one up in the world that his new sister didn't have, Danielle possessing in-depth future knowledge instead. Having been brought up in a wealthy and political family previously, he had a gist of how and when to act. there were silent variations throughout, from different tones and phrases to meanings and connotations of this or that, but it was a fairly easy thing for him to master by the time he was five.
His response seemed to satiffy, for the moment, taking a seat down on on of the chairs and ordering the two children to sit down across from her, the two noting her lack of awknoelwgement to their aunt. "Good manners, you look so like your father Regulus, a good man he was fighting the mudbloods and the impuritires." The old woman began, getting side track once more on another long and tedious sidetrack of 'blood this' and 'death to this and that'.
Cepheus had almost zoned out completely if it weren't for Danielle's voice reaching his ears. His black eyes darted to her statue, registering and processing her words trying to fill in the missing gaps.
"Thank you for your complements Lady Grandmother, though I hve unfortunately never seen a picture of dear cousin Bellatrix, I of course take your words warmly." Daneille stated, smiling, though it did not reach her green eyes.
Walburga only laughed at her response, "Why you are so much like your second cousins, you of course will not end up like that blood-traitor Andromeda," she paused as if in thought before adding, "Have you met your cousin, Narcissa yet? I believe it's time to start both your scion trining and ladyship training."
The three Rosiers stiffened by her words. While Cepheus did not know the underlying meaning to 'ladyship training' he knew it wasn't good, judging from his family's reactions. Scion or heir training was something he had read up on and was being taught by both a Rosier and a Black tutor respectively. Both he and Danielle knew she'd be joining his studies soon, yet he was completely lost when it came to ''ladyship' training. He had assumed it might've been similar to the finsihing school his little sister attended years ago but from the looks, it was proabbly far worse.
Elia interuppted, "Lady Black, if I may, Daneille is a smart child, but she is far too young to be taught any such-"
Walburga let out a heft laugh, "I was younger when I first started and look at how I have become, it does no harm to start it early. Both her aunts did well and I have yet to see any issues with Lady Malfoy and Lestrnage, they are perfectly refined and proper women proudly of House Black." When she tried to stick up once more, the old witch cut her off and shutting her down with the magnitiude of her magic and face.
The rest of the 'meeting' was spent with Walburga going off on various tangents and mockery of other noble houses. Her house-elf, Kreacher, even voicing his agreements to his mistress each time he appeared to replenish the tea and snacks. All the while both children remained quiete, only speaking when necessary as they rather not risk angering the voltile witch. It was only when Elia, who had had enough, polietely had them all say their good byes, feigning the children's need for a nap time (something that neitherever needed) and quickly shuffled them into the fireplace and flooed back to the Rosier Estate.
Although Walburg had talked about grand plans for Danielle, nothing seemed to come to fruition. She did start up her heiress, or scion, tutoring along with her brother while upping her studies to include learning German (as it was mandatory to learn both Latin and French seeing as how the Rosiers had many ties in France while Latin was a general study for all magical children). She had even seemingly escaped the dreaded 'ladyship' training, which was a very, very old fashion and nice way of saying, 'wife training' which included everything.
While that in itself wasnt all that bad, it was hwoever horrid when it came to the Black family's way of teaching it. All Elia and Danielle said when Cephus had asked what was wrong with it, was that there was a reason why Bellatrix lost her mind.
It was a few weeks later that Walburga Black died, making her brother, Cepheus Black the head and Lord of the Ancient and Noble House Black and thus making herself, his heir.
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A/N: So for the long wait, I was preoccupied by other works! The plot thickens! So as we all know, Siruis Black would be the head but he was 'written off' and therefore it passed to Regulus and his children. However, there are things out there that would say Sirius would still be head of the house, but he is still in Azkaban, so the next in line is still Cephus and then Danielle. Although Harry was also proclaimed sirius's heir, so that muddles things up, but in my mind, since Harry is only a quarter Black (Dorea Potter nee Black), he doesn't have an equal claim as Regulus's kids. Again politics and what not is confusing, and this issue will be brought up again later on.