Dear Readers,

I finally got out the Chapter 2 after reviewing it! I hope you enjoy!

ShirouKuroEmiya


Chapter Two "Researcher"

I resisted the urge to laugh as I left Dumbledore's office and quickly put some distance from the Headmaster. I made sure that I was a long way from Dumbledore before I erected a Bounded Field to conceal my presence and prevent others from eavesdropping.

"I hit a goldmine!" I shouted happily.

"Goldmine, where!? Quickly look for the more precious gems!" shouted Ishtar in excitement as she entered my mind.

"Ishtar are gems the only thing you care about these days?" asked Ereshkigal in disapproval. "I swear you have been corrupted by Rin. You used to care about more things like love and sex. Things that are very productive for the future of mankind."

"How dare you bring up my dark past!?" Ishtar screamed in an indignant tone. "Come here to my domain and tell me that!"

"As if I am stupid enough to pick a fight in your domain," snapped back Ereshkigal. "That is begging for a beating. I have much more important and productive things to do like maintaining the underworld."

I shoved what would be the metaphorical equivalent of the twin goddesses in a small corner of my mind. To make sure I was that distracted by their argument, I sealed away the mental corner. I sighed in relief as silence returned to my mind before returning to my excitement.

As I was saying before Ishtar and Ereshkigal interrupted me!

Dumbledore might think that he had taken advantage of me, but that wasn't the case, at least by how I calculated my reward vs the time and effort I had to put in teaching teenagers. Sure... I wouldn't get paid enough from my Defense against the Dark Arts teaching salary compared to what I could make in purely financial terms from my salaries from any of the occupations I had taken over the last three years; part-time exorcist, historian, archaeologist, scientist and author.

That paled in comparison to what I gained in magical and scientific data. Afterall, money of this world, especially one used by the wizarding world, was either going to be worthless on my Earth.

The data I could collect from the Hogwarts students and staff was invaluable! Information that was nearly impossible to collect in the moonlit world despite the differences, just about the underlying principles of magecraft was all the same while wizarding magic was worked on a different basis.

I might even find a clue amongst the data that might help me get back home!

My excitement started to evaporate slowly as my emotions started to fade away and my future plans became rough drafts in my mind. I would have written more rough drafts in my mind until someone approached me.

"Ah," said a middle aged woman. "Are you Miss Tohsaka, Hogwarts' newest DADA teacher?" She asked. "My name is Minerva McGonagall. Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts."

I shook the offered hand. "Rin Tohsaka. The new Defense against the Dark Art." I replied politely. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Deputy Headmistress McGonagall."

"Just call me by my surname, McGonagall."

"Of course, if that is what you wish." I nodded. "Is there something you need for me?"

"Nothing too important. Just a tradition of determining what house you should belong to."

"Oh this is the famous Sorting, I heard about Hogwarts." I asked.

"Yes that is indeed." McGonagall nodded. "Please take the Sorting Hat and place it on your head."

I watched with great interest as McGonagall placed the iconic Hogwarts's Sorting Hat I had heard so much about. While I was excited about what might happen, I made sure to put up my mental barriers to prevent it, seeing memories and knowledge inside my mind that the Sorting Hat shouldn't learn about.

"Dear Merlin! Why do you have two different personalities inside you?" shouted the Sorting Hat the moment it touched my head. "What have you gone through in your life to have two split person...

"Who is this, Rin?!" Ereshkigal and Ishtar shouted in unison.

"These are not two split personalities! No split personality possesses more magical power than its original."

"Split personality! You thought I was a split personality?!" growled a furious Ishtar. "Taste the divine might of Ishtar!"

If Ishtar had her way then the Sorting Hat would have been utterly destroyed, not even atoms left to record its existence.

"Sister! Leave the poor hat alone." cried Ereshkigal as she intervened to protect the innocent Sorting Hat.

I watched in amusement at what was happening before remembering that the destruction of an iconic and historical Hogwarts item couldn't be destroyed! How was I going to explain the Sorting Hat being destroyed without just because I wore it on my head? My mental avatar threw itself in the path of magical attack filled with divine energy heading to annihilate the Sorting Hat. The attack stopped in its tracks as my time with Ishtar had been long enough that I possessed the same aura to be considered Ishtar in a way similar to how the immune cell wouldn't attack the cells of the same body.

"Thank you for the save," said the Sorting Hat gratefully. "I would have died there..." After taking a deep breath that should be impossible for a hat, it continued. "Merlin, I swear that attack would have surpassed any wizard or witch I have ever known. Only Merlin himself might have come close to matching that attack..."

"As if a half-human and half-Incubus hybrid could match my powers!" Ishtar huffed.

I agreed with Ishtar if based that judgment purely on destructive power. Ishtar had after all had the might to create a conceptual copy of Venus to smash anything she wanted. There was also Gugalanna, which was powerful enough to rival a nuclear arsenal, to factor in as it would no doubt help its mistress.

Merlin, while a powerful fighter in his own right comparable to other first class Heroic Spirits, was powerful in a different manner. His strengths lay elsewhere. He had the ability to predict the future with great accuracy, being able to use it to his advantage and experience to raise powerful Heroic Spirits as seen by King Arthur and the Round Table. Merlin had given Arturia her artificial dragonic factor that gave her a powerful potential and taught to become the top-tier Heroic Spirit.

I paused for a moment when I realized that I had unknowingly referred to Merlin of my world, not the incomparable counterpart of this world that was only as powerful and wise as the one portrayed in Arthurian legend.

"What is your name?" asked the Sorting Hat.

"My name is Ishtar."

"As in Ishtar the goddess?"

"Yes that is right!"

"No witch can live that long. You must come from a lineage where each successor takes thatname."

"No. My name isn't Ishtar. I AM Ishtar! The Goddess of beauty, good harvests, war, lust, discord and fertility in Mesopotamian/Sumerian/Babylonian Mythology!"

"Yea, right..."

"I am! I really am!"

Oh my god! I cannot believe what was happening. I could feel the tips of my ears go red and felt that my cheeks would too soon. It was so embarrassing how Ishtar was acting. The Sorting Hat and anyone else who encountered Ishtar would think that she was Chūnibyō. I couldn't stand Ishtar anymore. She had to go.

"Rin, what are you doing?" asked Ishtar suspiciously as she seemed to sense my intention as I approached her mental projection in my mind. "I don't like the look in your-!" I literally booted Ishtar's mental projection from my mind. "ARGH!" The goddess screamed before my connection to her disconnected.

"Oh, sister... Even I find your behavior cringeworthy..." remarked Ereshkigal in embarrassment as she covered her face with her palm.

"Wait? So is that woman a god or someone with a god complex?" The Sorting Hat asked in confusion.

It's a godsend that the Sorting Hat is already half-way there in believing Ishtar isn't really a god. I sighed in relief. "No, she thinks, no she wants to believe that she is Ishtar. How could there be anything like gods?" I asked rhetorically, playing on the well accepted fact of the Wizarding World that deities seen in Muggle history were in fact powerful wizards and witches that had been mistaken as gods. "Just ignore her. Can we continue with my Sorting?"

"Argh, yes! Apologizes for getting distracted." replied the Sorting Hat. "Let's see here..." I quickly shielded my memories that I deemed private and might reveal my otherworldly nature. "You are a rare person with such strong traits that you could fit in any of the Houses... In your teenage years, you would have fit perfectly into Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, but your personality changed after meeting your husband..."

I nearly blushed, recalling how much I had changed after meeting Shirou. His simple-mindedness, naivety and daring courage to fight until the very end despite learning the flaws of his ideals and what might await him given EMIYA's fate if he continued to soldier down the ideals my husband had inherited from his adoptive father.

"What's this...? I swear this woman named Arturia has a close resemblance to King Arthur. She even has the same personality as him..." muttered the Sorting Hat in confusion, snapping me out of my musing. "Is Arturia possibly King Arthur...?!"

If I had been the same person before my years in the Clock Tower, I would have struggled to hold back sweating from nervousness. I maintained by composure like it was nothing, thanks to several years of dealing with cutthroat that often dealt with blackmail, rare instance of kidnapping and assassinations.

"You are imagining things. There is no way that the woman I know is King Arthur. Please remember even the oldest wizard alive is five centuries years old and that is thanks to the Philosopher's Stone. King Arthur lived more than a thousand years ago." I replied strongly and logically to break the Sorting Hat's suspicions that the woman I knew was actually King Arthur from another world. "Although, the similarities are likely a result of her ancestry," I mentally apologized to Arturia, "my friend Arturia is a descendant of King Arthur."

"Oh! A descendant of King Arthur! I thought House Pendragon ceased to exist. It is a pleasure to know that King's Arthur's lineage still exists!"

"Can we continue with the Sorting..." I coughed.

"Of course! Oh, what is this! You were involved in muggle politics?" said the Sorting Hat as it saw my memories that I had disguised my time dealing with the Clock Tower's politics. "Interesting, I see the traits that Salzar Slytherin would desire. Yes, your Slytherin traits are the strongest. I believe you fit into Slytherin the most..."

For a moment, I wanted to interrupt the Sorting Hat. The Gryffindor House reminded me the most of my husband, Shirou, that I almost wanted to join it. If just for the sake of being part of a group that likely possessed the many traits that I found endearing about my husband. I quickly banished any sentiments I might have for wanting to choose Gryffindor. There was no point in choosing Gryffindor because it reminded me of my husband.

Instead, I looked at the benefits of choosing Slytherin.

I didn't have the exact numbers, but compared to the other Houses, Slytherin had the largest number of wealthy and influential families in the British wizarding world. Maybe I could be wrong, but that was the information I had. If I built the right connection, I could be teaching/observing my students while using the connection I forged with the students of Slytherin to find information that could get me back home: killing two birds with one stone.

"I choose Slytherin." I interrupted the Sorting Hat.

"Then Slytherin it is, Miss Tohsaka." replied the Sorting Hat. Returning back to reality, the Sorting Hat addressed "Professor McGonagall, Professor Tohsaka will be joining Slytherin."

I wasn't too surprised by McGonagall's disappointed look that disappeared almost immediately that a less perceptive individual might have missed it. My research on Hogwarts had also included house rivalries. I wouldn't be too surprised if McGonagall was slightly biased against me from now on due to my newfound status as a Slytherin.

"I look forward to working together with you to teach the next generation of Britain's young wizards and witches," said McGonagall with a smile. She whistled. "Fawkes, please return the Sorting Hat to where it belongs!"

I heard a soothing chirp as the legendary phoenix that was nearly impossible to see in my world glided over and grabbed the Sorting Hat from my head.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Professor Tohsaka! I hope you enjoy your stay at Hogwarts and teaching the next generation of british wizards and witches!" shouted the Sorting Hat as it soon disappeared from the hallway with the phoenix holding it.

"Please follow me, Tohsaka. I will show you around Hogwarts."

- O -

McGonagall's guided tour had been a rather enlightening experience. I got to witness things that I had only read or heard about. Nothing beated seeing Hogwarts firsthand. Hogwarts was a place steeped in history. It was a place of great cultural and historical importance that if the Muggles knew about it then Hogwarts would be designated a world heritage site.

I was amazed that Hogwart hadn't grown into a city of its own over the centuries. It had all the potential in my mind. Great potential that had been wasted. Whatever the case that hadn't allowed Hogwarts to become a flourishing population center, I noted grimly how badly affected the Britishing wizarding world like many of its European neighbors had suffered due to World War I and World War II. The largely empty castle during the peak of the British Empire had once housed thousands as Hogwarts as it once possessed the same status as Harvard did in the muggle world for teenage wizards and witches.

How low the mighty have fallen...

Yet, Hogwarts still maintained its reputation as the finest magical institute for the British Isles and amongst the three best in Europe alongside Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

As I passed by the empty hallways and rooms, ghosts ran away, more accurately floated away, from me like I was the plague. I wondered the exact reason for the ghosts' response. Was it Ereshkigal's aura that intimidated or scared souls and spirits? I wouldn't be too surprised that it was the news of my past achievements as an exorcist during the last three years since I found myself in this world that spooked the Hogwarts Ghosts.

"Let us meet your new colleagues," said McGonagall as she opened the door to our next destination, snapping me out of my musing.

The person I saw in the room was someone I instantly recognised. I had done some basic research into my would-be fellow colleagues. The man before me was one of Hogwarts' most well-known, and infamous to many who had never been part of Slytherin, teachers. His name was Severus Snape.

"Hello, McGonagall. How can I help you?" The man asked in a polite, but bored, tone.

"I wanted to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Rin Tohsaka." replied McGonagall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor Tohsaka," said Snape. "My name is Severus Snape. I am the Potions Master here and I act as the Head of Slytherin." He introduced himself with a business-like smile. "May I ask if you by any chance are the same Rin Tohsaka that published the research paper, A Revolution to Potion Making for the Coming 21st Century and Beyond, that created a great store in the field of potion-making."

I took a while to remember what Snape was referring to. Over the last three years since I found myself in this world, I had published many research papers during my spare time while traveling around the world looking for information on magic and artifacts that could help me return back to my Earth. Most of the papers I published were by famous mages and I had only republished the famous and influential papers of my world to this one. Of course, I made sure to credit the original researchers and I only claimed to have made minor edits to their works.

Minor edits that reflected the rules that governed the world like magic and how Magecraft of my world changed to fit this world.

Unknowingly I let out a frustrated sigh as I thought about the shenanigans that followed when I tried to keep my mind sharp and not forget the magecraft I had learned by publishing famous and influential research papers of my world. I had caused something of an uproar in the scientific field of scholars and researchers in studying and attempts to understand the unknown mysteries of magic.

"May I call you, Snape?" I asked.

"Of course, please go ahead," said Snape while nodding. "It is common for our co-workers here at Hogwarts to address each other by our surnames."

"I don't know how many times I said this," I nearly growled in frustration, "but I only republished research papers that were not mine, including the one you named."

Snape raised a curious brow. "Most people, who know about the dozens of research papers you have published, think that you're trying to be humble."

McGonagall gasped. "Dozens of research papers?" asked the deputy headmistress in disbelief. She started to look down and up at me. "You cannot be much older than your twenties, but have published dozens of research papers... and have the respect of Snape..."

"That is what many people think too, McGonagall, when they hear about Tohsaka's age," said Snape with a rare amused smile that I bet many would be shocked to see given his reputation as a cold, cynical, malicious, bitter, and sarcastic teacher. His smile disappeared as he seemed to have sensed my surprise at his smile. "Many researchers and scholars, at least in my field of potion making, believe Tohsaka is a once in a century polymath. A reason why she has been able to publish so many papers in so many different disciplines of magical study and research."

I resisted the urge to punch Snape. The same topic had been brought up so many times and I had tried to correct it so many times, but failed, to my dismay, that I couldn't really stand it anymore. Only my experience at the Clock Tower's dangerous and cut-throat politics held back my irritation.

"Can we not talk about this topic anymore," I spoke calmly and politely, "because I am tired of trying to tell everyone that acted as editor to fix errors and mistakes of the original research paper."

Snape seemed as if he was about to speak more on the topic when McGonagall spoke first, "Ah! So this was the reason why Dumbledore selected you as a replacement to the late Quirinus Quirrell, who was supposed to be this year's DADA teacher, but had an unfortunate accident and passed away."

I nearly sweated and carefully looked at McGonagall for any sign that she might know and hide the fact that I had been responsible for Quirrell's death. If the headmistress knew then she was doing an excellent job hiding.

Snape, on the other hand, seemed to know something when I saw the slightest twitch of his lips. I looked over to him, and he immediately erased any trace that he knew anything about my accidental killing. It was impressive how well he was able to control his emotions and body language. No doubt, a habit born from his past as a ex-Death Eater, who had acted as a double agent for Dumbledore and could be said to have played a large role in Voldemort's and the Death Eaters' downfall.

Since McGonagall had never mentioned Voldemort, I wondered if the news had been suppressed. I wouldn't be too surprised if that had been the case. Many believed Voldemort was dead, but no one knew for certain given that his body had been found to confirm his death. Some still believed that he was still alive despite not showing up once in a decade. Hence, to prevent any panic from spreading, the British Ministry of Magic likely censored any information about how I had exorcised a part of Voldemort's soul that had become a wraith.

Footsteps echoed from the nearby hallway and I turned to see the one to enter the room. A small statured man with a long white mane of a beard reached to his shoulders. I instantly recalled the name of the man to a picture I had seen during my basic research into Hogwarts' staff. His name was Filius Flitwick, a Charm Master that taught Charms at Hogwarts.

"Hello, Snape, McGonagall," Flitwick greeted his two colleagues as he entered the room. "Oh, a new face that I have never seen before." He noted as he inspected me. "Are you a new colleague of mine taking up the position of DADA teacher?"

"This is correct," I nodded. "My name is Rin Tohsaka. I look forward to working with you this year, Professor Flitwick."

"Ah! No need to call Professor." Flitwick waved his hand. "Please just call me, Flitwick."

"Then please call me, Tohsaka."

"Your name sounds exactly like-"

"Tohsaka is the very same person that has been making large splashes in various fields of magical research," interrupted Snape in a polite tone. "She was hired as a replacement for the late Quirrell's unfortunate passing."

"What happened to Quirrell was unfortunate," Flitwick shook his head, "and I do not speak ill of him, but it is a good thing he passed away. My friends in the Ministry refused to tell me a lot of the matter, but we avoided a great disaster. I do not know how Voldemort survived, but he was found to have attached himself to Quirrell like a parasite. Who knows how many staff and students may have been hurt or killed if Quirrell had taught here at Hogwarts." He wiped the sweat from his brows. "Thankfully, Voldemort was discovered before Quirrell arrived at Hogwarts..."

I raised a brow at how even a wise and experienced man such as Flitwick seemed scared of Voldemort. It was undeniable that Voldemort was a dangerous man that was skilled and knowledgeable of various magics used by this world. Yet that was using the standards of this world. Voldemort at best would be ranked amongst the mid tier on the power scale of beings that existed on my Earth. He wouldn't match the powers that powerful Phantasmal Species, Servants and Divine Spirits to name a few possessed. They had the ability to destroy entire cities and countries, and at the extreme end: exterminate all life on the planet such as the Beasts of Calamity or Types.

"Rin, don't use Phantasmal Species, Servants, Divine Spirits and other beings of the same level. Normal mages are unlikely to ever encounter them in your life. You were extremely unlucky to have encountered such beings not just once but multiple times!" shouted Ereshkigal in my mind for the first time since the Sorting Hat had been taken off my head.

The first thing in my mind was to refute Ereshkigal. I didn't do that as she was right. The chances of a normal human encountering even the weakest Phantasmal Species still living on my Earth was like getting hit by an asteroid. Mages had more chances, but that went a little higher in the odds to the level of being struck by lightning.

"Anyway..." said Ereshkigal. "Stop comparing Voldemort, or should I say Tom Marvolo Riddle as that is his real name, to those beings from the Reverse Side of our world!"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle?" I turned inwards into my mind to visit Ereshkigal in person via a mental projection and requested, "What you have learned from the soul fragments of that wraith I banished and led to the unintended death?"

"Well there is a lot," said Ereshkigal as she flickered her hand and a book appeared in my hands. "Like many historical figures that caused many deaths and alot of destruction that many would consider as evil, Voldemort had a troubling childhood that nurtured him into cold and ruthless murderer and terrorist he is today."

The book in my hands likely contained all the memories and knowledge that Ereshkigal had likely extracted from remnants of the wraith that was Voldemort. Before I opened the book to peer into what Ereshkigal might have found, I made sure Ereshkigal had done the proper job of separating the memories properly. I shivered remembering how she hadn't taken the proper precautions the first time and I spent weeks recovering from having my personality and ego being "contaminated." I nearly lost the essence that made me unique as an individual and nearly became a completely different person.

I made precautions of my own to protect my mind and soul from being influenced by the memories and knowledge contained inside the book before I delved into what was inside it.

There I saw what Tom Riddle had experienced and learned over decades to grow from an incredibly talented child filled with curiosity to the turning points of his life that made him into the man he was infamous around the world as the most powerful and dangerous dark wizard in history.

"What a shame," I muttered as I shook my head. "If he had met the right people and circumstances he would have become a wonderful individual that could have brought great miracles to help the people of the world." My face hardened as I remembered another similar individual that had become a monster. One that I had known and harmed my younger sister, Sakura, greatly. "Voldemort reminds me too much of Zouken Matou... The immorality to avoid death... how they had been corrupted by their bitter experiences."

"Zouken at the very least was once a man with noble ideals and tried to live up to it, unlike Voldemort who had never had goals of helping the world." refuted Ereshkigal in a disapproving tone.

I was about to talk more on the subject when I recalled that no matter how slow time passed outside compared to when I was inside my mind talking to the two goddesses in my mind, time remained constant and went on, no matter how much it had slowed down.

"Sorry, this conversation will have to wait," I replied and returned back to reality. As my awareness of my surroundings returned, I looked around and asked, "Did I miss anything? Sorry, I was deep in thought."

"No, not really." responded McGonagall. "We noticed that you were distracted so we left you alone. What we had been discussing was about the many research papers that you have published."

"I didn't know about your research papers Tohsaka as I am not much of a magical researcher like Snape here," said Flitwick thoughtfully as he rubbed his beard, "but I did read about the various books you have published. Your books on Magecraft and magical combat being my most favorite topics I have been keeping track of as of late."

"Magical combat?" I repeated with great interest as many books that I had republished written by famous mages from my Earth on magical combat had been banned by the printing companies or various national Ministries of Magic around this world. Many had claimed that it was Dark Magic or the contents of my books regarding magical combat were too violent and aggressive, not fitting the conventional standards of how wizards and witches' fought.

"Ah! You must be surprised how I have some of your books on magical combat when your works were banned from being printed." remarked Flitwick as he must have noticed my surprised look. "Some of the manuscripts that you sent out for review to the publishers and Ministries of Magic may have been leaked or smuggled to be sold on the blackmarket..." The part-goblin Charms Master made a sheepish expression. "The things I had heard about your books on magical combat made it irresistible so I..."

McGonagall gasped. "Flitwick, how could you do such a thing and buy something from the black market?" She asked in a scanalidzed tone. "You're a Hogwarts teacher, you must live up to certain standards!"

"Forgive me, McGonagall, but I couldn't resist," replied Flitwick apologetically. "I believe that Tohsaka's books on magical combat are worth learning, despite how many seem to treat it."

I frowned as I heard Ishtar and Ereshkigal giggle in my mind. The two goddesses no doubt recalled how some vocal critics regarding the books that I wanted to get published on magical combat had accused me of being a Dark Witch. A very few minority of my critics even had the gall to proclaim that I was a potential Dark Lady that needed to be put in prison before I could harm anyone!

"McGonagall, I think you are too harsh on Flitwick," I said in Flitwick's defense as I summoned a copy of one of my banned books on magical combat from one of my belt's many pouches that had a spatial expansion magic spell cast on it. I handed the book to McGonagall and continued, "Please take a look for yourself and decide why Flitwick would go to the blackmarket to buy my banned books."

The deputy headmistress looked at me suspiciously before glancing over to Flitwick as if we were working together to fool her or something. She looked at me warily once more then she started reading the book that I had handed her.

"I have heard some calling you the next Dark Lord..." said Snape as he walked over to me when he realized his mistake. "Sorry I mean Dark Lady."

I groaned as I hadn't just heard the title of Dark Lady being used by just my vocal critics of my books on magical combat. In some ways, I could be considered a dark witch in some of the countries that I have visited over the last three years as I traveled the entire world in search for magic and artifacts that might help me return to my world. I had been caught up with many incidents during my travels and research. Luckily, nothing as crazy and dangerous as the Fuyuki Holy Grail War or the humanity-ending threats that Chaldea fought.

Some of those incidents had resulted in a blood trail of death and destruction that I had been arrested multiple times and later cleared of no wrong-doing, self-defense or helping resolve an incident as a hero. Sadly, the first impression of being caught up in a major crime scene and arrested as a potential suspect too many times had created a bad image in several countries that I had been put on a watch-list as an individual likely to commit a crime or do something dangerous.

"Please don't call me Dark Lady..." I almost begged to Snape.

The slightest twitch of his lips and gleaming eyes made me realize that it wasn't a good idea. It was like I was painting myself as a juice target before a predator. I had to change tactics if I didn't want to be seen as a weak individual.

I unleashed a small amount of killing intent. At least to my standards, but my past experience had taught me that someone that had never had a close brush with death could actually have a heart attack if subjected to it.

It was not too surprising that Snape was not at all deterred by my killing intent. He was after all a ex-Death Eater, who had likely tortured or killed a few people during his time as Voldemort's follower. Instead, Snape nearly reached for his wand before realizing that I hadn't reached for mine.

"You certainly live up to your reputation as a fearsome..." Snape stopped mid-sentence as I glared at him. "Witch..." He added. I nodded happily at his choice of words. "I have heard some compare to Alastor Moody in his prime."

"Pft!" giggled Ishtar. "How can the person I once fused a part of my soul with be comparable to a retired Auror?"

"Sister, you should know better than look down on humans!" scolded Ereshkigal. "Every Heroic Spirit that doesn't have a drop of divine blood was a human that became a being that could rival a Divine Spirit of a similar power level."

I ignored the two goddesses in my mind arguing and focused on Snape.

"You flattery me," I replied humbly. "I cannot be compared to Alastor Moody, who gave up so much to secure a bright and peaceful future that the british wizarding world now enjoys thanks to many like him that bear permanent scars on their bodies and minds for their valiant sacrifice."

Snape surprised me when he nodded in agreement. He was basically spitting on the side that he was once part of. No, he could have reacted that way for a reason. One such reason could be he wanted no one to associate him with Voldemort. Maybe he could truly regret his past actions and was ashamed of what he once was? Whatever the case, it didn't really matter to me.

"Do you have any questions for me, Snape? You did seem to have some when you named one of my published research papers." I asked.

"I did," said Snape as he gestured to the busy McGonagall, who was reading my book and sometimes talking to Flitwick, "but didn't think I had the chance with McGonagall around."

Snape soon started to ask various questions regarding the research paper he had called out when McGonagall had introduced Snape then we proceeded to a wonderful scientific discussion regarding potions. I was very surprised to find that Snape was much more capable than I had thought as a Potions Master. It wouldn't be too wrong to say that Snape outmatched his peers of similar age and experience in the field of potions, at least in terms of knowledge.

Our wonderful discussion would have lasted longer until someone rudely barged into the room without so much as alerting us of their presence or knocking on the door.

The woman shouted as she ran into the room while in a trance, "Magic that has never been seen before will grace the world. From another world, Magecraft will change the world as we know it. Embrace it or become outdated as the new magical revolution arrives. The Dark Lord and his followers must choose to adapt or die!"

"Dear Merlin!" exclaimed McGonagall as she stopped reading my book on magical combat and looked up in horror to my great fascination. "Not another prophecy, especially about the Dark Lord!"


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