Lady Mortem || Harry Potter Fanfiction

Heir of Slytherin

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~Tom!~

Scilla spun back towards the entrance. A familiar figure slowly emerged from the shadows casted on the entrance.

The moment she saw the awfully familiar face, she felt like slaming her head towards the stone wall of the chamber. She looked up to the sky, exhaling a resigned sigh, wondering what kind of sin she committed in her past life.

She somehow felt that this lifetime is far too tiring than her previous one. And that's saying something when you lived as the bloody Merlin's sister before.

Having to help him protect that careless and obstinate Arthur Pendragon, who always found a way to put himself in danger at every goddamn turn. And prevent her brother's death, who despite having magic, was awfully clumsy with his life.

Not to mention, she need to play advisor for the two's love life, who were clearly pining for each other but to dumb and blind to see it. And when the two finally establish a relationship, she merely glared heatedly at the two.

When they got married, she used the old language to say "Fuck you all, I'm leaving.", and went with Morgana to travel the world, teaching magic to those who have the potential.

She only returned to Camelot, to personally strangled both Arthur and Merlin when they decided to name her as the next in line for the throne, throwing every kind of profanities known to the two grinning idiots.

Ruling Camelot until she decided she was far too tired and gave the throne to her adopted son, and passed on following Arthur and Merlin.

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"Fuck me." She muttered, which was heard by the newly arrived guest.

Red eyes stared at the little girl who sat with a 80ft basilisk coiled around her, comfortably. They could feel a pull towards her, which they doesn't understand at all. She felt... Familiar, somehow.

Atheia slithered towards the new person and leaned her head down. They softly caressed the top of her head.

"Who are you?" They asked.

Scilla glared at those offending face hatedly. She scoffs.

"Of all the entire human populations that walked on this godforsaken world, why.. in the name of Merlin did you choose this fucking person to posses?" She complained.

They looked at the girl, surprised at her outburst. She knows, they thought.

"Do you.. like have a fetish for possessing our DADA teacher or something? I don't mind you possessing Quirrel but him? Are you mental?" She continued looking at Lockhart's face in disgust.

Lockhart, possessed by Tom, strided across the chamber towards the girl, Slytherin locket could clearly be seen hanging around his neck.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"The baby you tried to kill.. Oh wait, you're created before your attempt to kill me. I'm Scilla Potter-" Her words was cut off when Tom Riddle wrapped 'his' hand around her neck.

Scilla waved her hand and threw her DADA teacher's body to the wall. She rubbed her neck which already began healing, thanks to her vampiric abilities.

"Clearly you know who I am. Part of your main soul's memory?" She asked rhetorically.

Tom Riddle clearly didn't expect to be thrown across the room by a 12 year old girl, wandless and wordless. He finally noticed the power rolling off of her, filling the room with her presence.