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A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 1

Date: 21, July 2022 Entry Number: 347 Location: Korean city

Apparently, it was predicted that the human population of our planet would reach somewhere around eight billion by this year. Gabriella seems to find the approximation as hilarious as I do.

Not that they enjoyed the thought since, at this point, the world population was at most between ten to five thousand. Honestly, it was kind of amusing if you had a twisted sense of humor. There were hundreds more demons and automaton's than there were intelligent life forms at this point. Add to that that there were death eaters, military muggles and well, one can see why this could be called a very dark page in history.

The definition end of the world would have been more than appropriate if they hadn't used it over a dozen of times in much less horrible situations, which at the time, he really had been sure that couldn't be surpassed. At this point, it was better to wonder if there would be a restart. Gabriella, as a Veela, had the advantage that she could wandlessly cast fire without a single ounce of effort. Oh well, at least she offered to teach, even if I barely managed to produce a pebble sized flame. Veela fire was tricky like that.

It seemed that that was all that was left, bouncing from fighting to teaching each other whatever they could. Anything to avoid depression.

Speaking about Gabriella, I think I hear her and Luna at the entrance. I wonder if they found something interesting? Last time Luna went out scavenging she found she found the legend of Zelda. How she could find this thing was beyond me but I wasn't about to complain. Even if I had hardly spent an hour on it, it was a distraction that was appreciated.

Its been weeks since the last death eater attack. I wonder what Riddle is thinking?

If he wasn't insane and, you know, completely evil, narcissistic and what not, then maybe he is starting to regret having attacked the muggles. Nuclear winter must be hitting him harder than it is us, right? It was kind of his fault, and partly the muggles fault. Sending Nuclear bombs, which then exploded most nuclear reactors really wasn't a good idea.

And now it's freezing cold. The small group is alive but sometimes I wonder if it would have been easier if Id just died with either of you.

I miss you Dora, Mione.

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"Huh" He commented more to himself once again as he read the newspaper in front of him. 19th of July, 1994.

Now from what he remembered, the newspaper was practically ninety-nine per cent gossip and really was incapable of getting its facts right. But to get the date wrong? Nuh-uh. Leaving the fact that the Daily Prophet had been burnt down almost thirty years ago even they weren't that useless. If only by a small margin. He mentally added. Of course, that hadn't stopped him from going through hundreds of old newspapers that were kept at Diagon Ally's library.

And hadn't that been a shock? Diagon Ally wasn't a desert of debris and sand. Or for that matter neither was the world.

Which would mean that his death had caused a worldwide temporal shift? This really wasn't his fields of expertise. Forces? Now that was a much easier calculation.

Anyway, back to the main topic, he appeared to be in another world at another timeline. After snapping out of the gender thing surprise he had realised that there were nearby lights from a standing city. A standing, seemingly intact city! So he had explored.

Almost twelve hours later and he was having a headache that could only be compared back to when he had been studying for his OWLs when he had had blocks on both his mind and magic. Hadn't that been pleasant?

The first difference was that in this world, on Halloween of 1981, the Girl who lived had been born, Rose Dorea Evans. And how much it crawled into his skin that his family had been forced to change their name after the death of the patriarch. The Potter line cannot be inherited by a female! Really? Susan, Daphne and especially Narcissa had explained how difficult it was for a female to do even the smallest of important jobs because this society was so backwards. Its why his respect for Susan's aunt had been formed. Well, that, and all the hundred of stories Susan had told him of the first blood war veteran and Hero who became Head of the DMLE.

From what he could tell, his mother had had to fight tooth and nail to keep custody of her own daughter! "Not of the proper circle" or "Lesser blood, especially of a female, should respect they better and allow them to do what's best for their society". Forgetting for the smallest of moments that a huge part of his family had consisted of war-hardened badasses that were female, blood purity was the highest form of stupidness, not to mention ignorant and many less than appropriate words.

His mother, the clever witch that she was, had kept publicity to the very minimum, keeping her daughter and herself isolated from the magical society. And if he was reading properly between the lines, her access to the Potter vaults had been denied. Another mistake of his least favoured parent. Oh, he had died protecting his child, but had been a bully, arrogant, lazy, and had obviously, at least subconsciously, believed that males were in charge since Rose wasn't set to inherit the title of Ladyship of the house of Potter.

Interesting enough it seemed that Sirius hadn't broken out of jail last year, which raised the question of what had happened to Wormatiail. But all of that could be left for later, right now he had more pressing matters to attend to. Such as his gender.

The actual loss of gender, while disturbing, wasn't a particular problem. When you dated two incredibly strong headed women, one who loved to experiment, and the other providing an infinite list of appearances for Polyjuice, well, let's just say he got used to it.

It had started simply for hiding from death eaters. He was muggle raised, Dora's father had shown her the muggle world, and Mione was a muggle. It had been when their relationship turned out to be more intimate that they'd been used for...less honourable uses.

Anyway! Gender! Yes, well, he'd already experienced shopping with both girlfriends and for now, he would survive with the mansion-sized wardrobe in the storage cube.

His thoughts momentarily drifted on the year-long creation that he'd created alongside Mione and Filius. They'd used a variety of charms and runes too, so to say, edit the strong nuclear force between particles that allowed things to become close to infinitely smaller and lighter when stored. Thus the reason that the rubix sized cube weighed no more than what it was originally made of. The only problem had been the materials required to make it and hadn't that been amusing. Turned out the golden egg for the second task was more than decoration. They actually used sacred gold to make it. Wizarding idiocy at its finest.

Now he only had to think of what his next actions should be in this world. From the look of things, his sister would be forced to suffer the same life he had lived. Original world or not she was his sister and he wasn't about to let her suffer.

His thoughts froze when he realized that here Dora and Mione would probably be alive, happy and healthy. But they wouldn't be my Dora and Mione. A part of his very traitorous thought depressingly as he tried pushing that thought as far back as possible.

Shaking his head sadly he started making a mental list of what he would need to get done too, so to say, prepare for hell.

He needed a house, verify that he still owned his vaults in Gringotts. Oh, invest and get stooks for what he knew would make him a millionaire in a few years.

And break Sirius out of Azkaban. Which brought the whole new problem into reality. Hadn't that been a shock? To learn that Sirius, encouraged by James, had blood adopted him. That also explained his aristocratic appearance once they'd removed the blood sealed appearance of James Potter. He was breaking Sirius out and he was going to make sure that chaos followed soot.

Dumbledore, Riddle and Fudge. All of them are so going down!

And who was he kidding? He was going to enjoy every minute of it. He momentarily stopped that train of thought considering how sane he may or may not be, but after some few seconds shrugged it of. It was the magical worlds fault for leaving their fate in the hands of a teenager that had had his parents, or in this case, her father murdered.

Which reminded him-er she? Hm, that would take some getting used to. Anyways, his first order of business was creating an identity, maybe Black? It would need some thinking. But he already knew who to contact in the Ministry. Amelia was practically an idol he looked up to. It was difficult not to after all the stories Susan had told of her Aunt.

The problem then would be what to do about Roses fourth year.

Unfortunately that was a huge debate between allowing her to compete, which if he did, he would help her cheat left and right, and allow him to know what would happen in the next years, or dragging her out of it, and losing the advantage that could easily turn the tide of the war yet to start.

With a basic plan, outline made he looked into the mirror of the Hotel room he had paid for. His hair was the same brilliant auburn colour that his mothers had been reaching his waist with faint curls. That would have to change. He couldn't change his identity when everyone would mistake him...her...urgh, mistake Harry with Lily. The Emerald green eyes, while a dead give away, he was reluctant to get rid of. Maybe coloured contact lenses?

Sighing he laid down on the room's bed closing his eyes, it was already starting to get dark outside, and if he didn't want to bring attention to himself then he would have to wake up early in the morning tomorrow.

With everything seemingly done he was left with one last discussion to ponder on. He was okay with the change, he had Polyjuiced as a girl more times than what he could count, and from a former bisexual male perspective he...sigh...she was definitely attractive, which definitely didn't hurt. So that left the question, did this make him transgender or gender fluid?

"Huh" He said for the last time in the day. "The more you know."