Prologue

She woke up in the Hogwarts hospital wing with blood on her hands, a curse clinging to her soul-and no memory of how she got there.

Reas Impera wasn't supposed to be here.
Not in 1940.
Not staring into the cold, calculating eyes of Tom Riddle.
Not feeling... anything.

But Death sent her back with one task:
Fix him.
Or everything burns.

The only problem?
Tom Riddle doesn't want to be fixed.
And Reas doesn't know what exactly she's supposed to stop.
Only that she's running out of time.