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Chapter 42

One night, determined to reach Severus, you sit in his quarters, meditating with every ounce of strength you have. The room is quiet, the only sound the soft crackling of the fire. Severus is sitting in his favorite chair, deeply engrossed in a book. You kneel in front of him, focusing all your energy on making contact.

You concentrate harder than you ever have before, willing yourself to make a connection. Slowly, you feel a surge of power building within you, a force that seems to draw from the deepest parts of your being. You extend your hand, trembling with effort, and pull the book from his hands, throwing it onto the floor.

Severus jumps, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "What in the world?" he mutters, looking around the room, clearly unsettled by the sudden, inexplicable event.

You continue to concentrate, screaming in your mind, Write me! Write me! Write!

Severus stands up, his brow furrowed in confusion and concern. He moves to his desk, pulling out a quill and a piece of parchment. "Hello?" he says tentatively, speaking into the empty room.

With every bit of energy you can muster, you force yourself to take control of the quill. Slowly, shakily, you write back, "It's me."

His eyes widen as he watches the words appear on the parchment. "Y/N?" he whispers, hardly daring to believe it.

You write again, "Yes, it's me. I'm trapped."

Severus's hands tremble slightly as he grips the edge of the desk. "Where are you? How can I help?"

You pour all your emotions into the next words, "In the space between life and death. Tom Riddle trapped me. I need your help to get back."

Severus's face hardens with determination. "Tell me what to do," he writes back, his quill steady despite the urgency in his movements.

You take a deep breath, feeling a flicker of hope for the first time in weeks. "There's a spell in the library, in the Restricted Section. It's called 'Ex Animo Restituere.' It can bridge the gap. You need the essence of life – a powerful magical plant – and an emotional anchor. Use our love as the anchor."

Severus nods, reading your words carefully. "I'll find it. Stay strong. We'll get you back."

"Thank you," you write, feeling a swell of gratitude and love for him. "I believe in you."

He sets the quill down and stands up, a look of fierce determination on his face. "I'll start tonight," he says aloud, though you can no longer respond verbally. "Hang on, Y/N. I won't let you go."

As Severus leaves his quarters to begin the search for the spell and the necessary ingredients, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You've made contact, and you have a plan.

With Severus's unwavering resolve and your shared love as the anchor, you know you have a fighting chance to break free from the limbo and return to the life you were meant to live.

As the days passed and you stayed close to Severus, a feeling of hope grew within you. But one night, as you waited in the quiet solitude of the limbo, Tom Riddle appeared before you, his presence dark and oppressive.

"It won't work," he said mockingly, his voice dripping with condescension. "You should just give up now."

Your heart sank at his words, but you forced yourself to remain resolute. "Why are you doing this?" you demanded, your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at your insides.

He stepped closer, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "Because I can," he replied with a cruel smile. "Because I can do anything I want to you, and you are powerless in the truest sense of the word. You are my slave."