Title: Goidte Chuimhneacháin

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! The characters I write these stories about belong to talented people like JK Rowling and/or Joss Whedon. I only own my muse – sometimes I think she owns me – and my computer.

Author's Notes: This story is set in book 4 (Goblet of Fire) and is completely AU!

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"We've got to get out of here." Harry stated, his scar itching painfully.

"Why?" Cedric asked, approaching the younger wizard who started to cry out in pain. "What's wrong?"

"Get back to the cup!" Harry cried, his legs buckling under the pain in his head.

Just then Cedric became aware of another presence in the dark graveyard. Raising his wand in defense he called, "-who are you?"

"Kill the spare!" Came the hissing answer.

"Avada Kedavra!" Another voice cried and a green light shot out of the wand, barely missing the intended target by several hairs.

Cedric landed painfully on the ground, a body pressed against him as she had fallen on top of him. "How did you get here?" The feminine voice above him asked.

"Cup was a portkey." He answered.

She nodded, "-grab it, Potter and go get Dumbledore." And then her presence on top of him was gone.

"Sariah?" The wizard who sent the unforgiveable curse said his tone and his body stunned at the sight of the witch in front of him.

She tipped her head in a mocking fashion. "Wormtail." She greeted.

"Kill her!" Cried the bundle in the stunned wizard's arms.

Before Wormtail could think about hexing her like Voldemort wanted, Sariah sent a silent stupefy hex at the standing wizard. As he was falling she chanced a look at 'the spare' to find that he'd yet to move to help Harry like she'd directed. "Are you deaf? Or just stupid?" She yelled at the teen dressed in yellow and black.

She felt the air around them turn dangerous as the object in Wormtail's arms maneuvered himself out of the frozen grip to grab a hold of the fallen wand. "Crucio!" He cried, his wand pointing at Sariah – who just barely missed being hit by ducking out of the way. She raced towards the teen who had barely escaped death.

"C'mon!" She directed grabbing his arm in a bruising grip, pulling him to his feet and dragged him away from the hexing wizard stopping only when they reached Harry. "Accio Cup!" She cried, Harry touching her arm as she grabbed the cup with her free hand.

Landing in the familiar fields of Hogwarts, cheers began as the end of the tournament brought the two victors to the front.

"Are you stupid or don't you listen to directions?" Sariah yelled at the still dazed teen.

"Miss. Snape?" Dumbledore questioned as another voice queried, "Sariah?"

"Evening Headmaster." She said simply, her dark eyes never leaving Albus' blue orbs. "Severus."

Albus smiled softly, "-what brings you back to Hogwarts?"

"Voldemort is trying to come back to full power." She answered simply. "The cup was a portkey to get Potter alone."

Before anyone could say anything more Minerva cried, "Petrificus Totalus!" Causing the surprisingly unaware Professor Moody to fall flat on his face as he had been trying to sneak away from the group.

"Good evening Professor McGonagall." Sariah greeted the older witch.

"Good evening, Miss. Snape." Minerva echoed, her Scottish bur coming out. "Professor Moody, or who ever he is, was the last to see the cup." She explained to the small group of people surrounding the cup that was on the ground between Harry, Sariah and Cedric. The students, who were spectators to the tournament, were miraculously kept in the stands by the other professors.

"Wait." Harry said. "Two Snapes?"

"That generally happens when you have twins, Mr. Potter." Severus retorted tartly.

"Sounds like someone else we knew, doesn't it Severus." Sariah quipped. "You'd think that the general education would have gotten a bit better since the seventies." She gestured towards the sandy haired teen. "Take this one; he couldn't seem to follow simple directions."

Severus smirked, "Well to be fair –"

"When have you ever wanted to be fair to dunderheads?" She interrupted, an eye brow raised in a silent challenge.

"Well, never." He answered, but held up a hand to halt her tangent. "He is only 17 and hasn't been in life threatening situations like you have."

"Sariah Snape!" A happy but stern voice behind her called. "How dare you not visit after leaving Hogwarts and with you being in my house and all?"

"Pomona." Sariah greeted, turning to face the shorter witch with short curly gray hair and bright hazel orbs. "I would've visited, but I've been abroad." She explained, noticing that the witch still looked the same.

"Wait you were in Hufflepuff?" Cedric finally said.

Sariah grinned, "Gotta have the 'puff."

Pomona smiled. "She was by far my favorite student. She showed so much talent in Herbology. I haven't come across another student, with maybe the exception of Neville Longbottom with as much talent."

Harry spoke up again, "-so wait. Professor Snape was in Slytherin and you were in Hufflepuff?"

"Yes." Sariah drew out. "Threw the marauders off, didn't it Sev?"

Severus drawled, "-it didn't take much to throw them off, now did it?"

"How did you know where to find us?" Harry suddenly asked, realizing that she'd just appeared in time to save Cedric and then got them both out of the situation.

Sariah looked uncomfortable for a moment as she glanced at her brother and then at Albus. "Old magick." She finally answered. Before Harry could press for more details she continued, "-and not something that should be openly discussed in a public place."

"Sariah. Severus." Albus cut in. "Shall we head to my office?" The twins nodded. "Minerva, please contact the Ministry, I think they'll want to take this imposter to Azkaban. Also please search the castle to see if Alastor is here somewhere."

"Of course." Minerva agreed.

Once in the Headmaster's office, he looked at the twins. "Would you like to explain what happened to lead up to this 'old magick' you alluded to?"

Sariah frowned, but looked away as she began her story.

End of prolog