A Desperate Prophecy (When Magic Interferes)

The Lost Ones Return

Thomasina Merope Gaunt-Riddle was angry, so very angry. She was the Lady of the Cunning and Most Olde House of Slytherin, she should've recognised the ritual circle when she entered the Potter Cottage to speak with Lord and Lady Potter. Albus Bloody Dumbledore had managed to take her out, and she was looking for revenge. She didn't know how he separated her soul from her body, but she could sense the Black Magic that was involved a mile away.

She was lucky Quirinus had agreed to help her gain back her body, or else she didn't know what she'd have done. She did know that she'd need someone else's help, and she knew exactly who it was. She'd waited a week after school had started to finally see her friend, as she'd wanted everyone to settle down before then. She was currently in a similar form to a poltergeist where she could affect the plain of living but was also very ghost-like and translucent. She was currently using her magic to stay transparent and floated towards where she needed to go.

"Severus." She called as soon as she'd entered the Potions Master's office, knowing he was there as it was after dinner. She knew all the professors corrected exams in their offices at this time and Severus was no different.

The man jumped at the sudden noise and stared at her in shock.

"Sina?"

"Hello Sevy." The woman said serenely, smiling softly at one of her oldest friends. She remembers first meeting Severus. She'd been a third year Slytherin looking to rise to the top when he'd joined her esteemed house as a first year. She'd liked his spunk and he'd sadly reminded her of herself at times, so she took him under her wing and her trust lay in him completely, to the point where he'd become one of her first vassals. Even after everything they went through, she still trusted him thoroughly and knew he'd help her.

"I-While we knew you were still alive, I didn't think you were at Hogwarts of all places."

"Who is we? And how did you know I was alive?" Severus smiled at her questions, knowing how rampant her curiosity was at times.

"I'll explain the 'we' later as it's quite the long story. As for how, well that god-daughter of yours is a brilliant girl and inherited quite a bit of things from you. Her inheritance test was very...enlightening."

"I knew if someone would figure it out, it'd be my little snake." The smile on Tamsin's face couldn't be described as anything other than proud.

"The important thing is how the hell you're a spirit when you're not actually dead."

"Dumbledore and his love of Black Magic." That simple explanation told Severus more than he'd wanted to know.

"Bloody hell." The potion's master cursed under his breath as he tried to think. What black ritual could possibly separate the soul from the body without killing the person?

"The Anima Separatum ritual." Severus said in realisation, eyes wide in shock at how far Dumbledore would go.

"I believe so yes. While I'm not an expert on ritual magic, especially not black ones, I think that was the circle that was drawn."

"Why were you even at Potter Cottage that night?"

"I was warning them about the fake prophesy Dumbledore had told them and that he was trying to kill the two. I'd also found out that he was the one to kidnap Master Rigel Potter and Lord Sorrel Selwyn, so I'd gone to tell both Lord Potter and Lady Potter as the two's siblings respectively. I didn't know Dumbledore was there or that he had set up a trap for me."

"With all due respect High Lady Slytherin, that was kind of dumb."

"With all due respect Lord Prince, I don't care." The two shared a smirk at their banter before their expressions turned serious again.