Necromancy [Tom Riddle Era]

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓

It was as if Professor Sinistra was waiting for her, sat at one of the desks, flipping through a book. Persephone stood at the door for a moment, then cleared her throat. 

"Ah, Persephone, I saw you coming." The Professor exclaimed, standing from her seat. She beckoned Persephone with her hand, a warm look on her face. She brought the distressed girl to the corner of the room, where her desk sat. "How may I help you?" 

"I'm a Necromancer," Persephone stated, breathing deeply to calm herself down. "What does that even mean!" 

Sinistra sighed, checking the clock that sat at her desk. 

"Necromancer's have been a myth in the Divination world for a very long time. They're similar to those who can view the future, like me, but they use a different outlet." Sinistra turned to rummage around in a drawer. Persephone could hear the clink of glass and the ruffle of loose papers, but she could not see what the woman was doing. "It's been viewed as a relatively dangerous gift, and it's been rumoured that Necromancers often die when their powers develop." 

Persephone's face shifted to one of concern. 

"Don't worry. I think you're past that point." Sinistra noticed her student's fear, turning around with a vile in hand. The contents changed colour gradually, from orange to blue, to black. "Here, take this. It should show you what your powers can do." 

"What?" Persephone took the vile and stared at it. "Can't you just tell me?"

"No Necromancer has lived to record what they can do. All that has survived over the years is the information recorded by the family of who we presume were necromancers." Sinistra smiled, nodding her head. "This potion was recorded by a Swedish wizard in the 1700s. It was found in his sister's wardrobe after she passed in her sleep. It's believed to awaken a Necromancer's power."

"How do you know all of this?" Persephone asked, perplexed. 

"I've known for quite some time that I needed to understand Necromancy." She explained, pulling out a few books. "I haven't known why until now." 

Persephone nodded and looked back at the potion. It changed colour in such a way that up close, you could never tell what colour it was. Purple, or green. Yellow, or red. Black, or pink. It never stopped shifting long enough to be understood. 

"Alright," Persephone sighed before downing the drink. Much like the colour, the potion tasted like nothing, but everything. It tasted like pumpkin for a moment, then soap, then chocolate, then toothpaste. Never one taste at a time. Never lingering for more than a moment. But then the taste was gone, and Persephone froze.