Resurrection

The resurrection

The sound of her appearance echoed throughout the town of Hogsmeade, although surely no one had noticed it, since it was midnight and only the moonlight illuminated the houses.

She camouflaged herself against some walls near her and walked with stealthy steps towards Hogwarts. She would have saved herself all that path that she already knew well since she was a child, but unfortunately at Hogwarts you couldn't apparate, so that was the closest place to do it. It didn't take her long to get to the outskirts of the school and enter its gardens.

She was busy thinking what was the best place to do everything she had planned, it should be a place where there was no one, or it was not common for people to be there.

It was night, most of the classrooms and corridors of Hogwarts were empty and the prefects had probably finished their rounds. But he needed to think about more than just an empty hallway or classroom.

The memories of all the years that she spent there assaulted her, making her remember all her experiences, her happy and sad moments as well. Hogwarts had had to be remodeled, which took a bit of time, but now everything was back to "normal".

Her mind wandered to her first year, her first day in that wonderful castle. She remembered the first speech Dumbledore gave: "Mr. Filch remembers that the third-floor corridor is off limits to those who do not want to die in a terrifying way."

THE THIRD FLOOR! THE CORRIDORS OF THE FORBIDDEN SECTION! NO ONE WOULD DARE TO GO THERE AT THOSE HOURS!

She walked towards the stairs and began to jog up them, which made everything easier, because that way she didn't have so much problem in having to go another way if they moved. It didn't take long to reach the third floor. This, since she stepped foot in it was already desolate and dark, there was no one there. But careful as she was, she didn't mind spending a few seconds making sure she was alone.

"Homenum Revelio" ...

Nothing happened.

Now more confident, she continued changing around the place until she reached a corner, where turning to her right, she was able to see the corridor that many first years spoke of and feared. Hearing her own footsteps, she stood in the center of it and heaved a deep sigh. In her hand lay the golden snitch, she saw it out of the corner of her eye and then squeezed it tightly, she felt a slight tingling and, after a few seconds, when she opened her hand, she noticed how the small ball opened, spreading its wings, it began to fly over the the girl's hand slowly and for the last time, the phrase that Hermione had seen the day before was engraved on it.

"I haven't left..."

When it had fully opened, the Resurrection Stone loomed above it, it was shiny, albeit with a bit of dirt from the last time it had been used. Trembling slightly, Hermione took it in her hands...

Knowing what she must do, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes to concentrate.

"Harry" the inaudible whisper slipped from her mouth as she turned the small, shiny stone three times between her fingers. Instantly she knew what had happened, soft movements were heard around her and a small breeze made her hair move. Opening her eyes, as she expected, she found the glowing figure of Harry's ghost in front of her.

But this time something happened that she did not expect, as the walls of the corridor began to shake uncontrollably, the columns began to creak and gray smoke filled the space surrounding the two of them. Fearfully, Hermione looked in all directions, but finally a movement in her hand made her turn her attention to her.

A small bright blue smoke was coming out of the stone, getting bigger and bigger and filling the whole space. Going back, the girl's back hit a wall, in which she took refuge, since there was no other place to do it, however, she did not stop looking at the scene through a small window. Everything was still shaking and small debris was falling from the ceiling, in the distance you could hear glass breaking into thousands of pieces and shattering. The ghost was still in the center, now with its back to him.