Harmione One Shots

Beyond the Veil

Summary: When Hermione Granger dies in an accident in the Department of Mysteries, Harry Potter will go to extraordinary lengths to bring her back to life.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to CelestialSeaWitch on Ao3

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~ After The War ~

Harry sprinted through the halls of the Ministry of Magic. He swept past the line of people at the lift and slammed through the rarely used stairwell access door.

Ron barged through right after him. They hurried down to the Department of Mysteries. There was a crowd of Unspeakables, Aurors, and healers alike in the Department of Mysteries atrium.

"Where is she?" Harry hollered, a burning ache in his chest fuelling him.

Heads turned in his direction. No one answered.

"Where is she?"

The Head Unspeakable stepped forward, shrouded in his black hood. He gestured for Harry and Ron to follow. Harry stormed after the Unspeakable. His hands were shaking. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.

They'd been informed of an emergency in the Department of Mysteries late last night. The entire floor was shut down. Harry and Ron had stayed up in the DMLE all night awaiting answers. Hermione was an apprentice Unspeakable. She was down there.

"Well?" Harry demanded the moment they were enclosed in the Head Unspeakable's office.

The man lowered his hood to reveal the old, lined face of an Asian man he'd met briefly before. It was Otis Spratt, a man Harry knew vaguely as the husband to Professor McGonagall. The old wizard looked a moment away from collapsing in on himself.

"Have a seat, lads."

"A seat?" Ron scoffed at the same time as Harry seethed, "Where is Hermione?"

The Head Unspeakable was quiet for a long moment. "She's gone."

"Gone where?" Ron demanded as he gestured with his arms.

"She fell through the Veil."

The air was sucked straight out of Harry's chest and all that remained was the undefinable ache inside of him. A flash of memory of Sirius falling through the Veil during the battle in the Department of Mysteries years ago burned through his mind. And suddenly, the pain Harry felt in his chest made sense. It had begun sometime last night, like a bad omen – his magic telling him what he didn't want to know.

She was gone. Gone for good, for there was no way back from the Veil.

"You're lying," Harry whispered.

Otis shook his head. "I'm sorry, lad. It was an accident."

"She shouldn't have even been in there!" Harry shouted. "She's apprenticing in the Hall of Time!"

Otis raised a grey eyebrow. That was knowledge Harry wasn't supposed to have.

"It was an all-hands-on-deck emergency," he explained reluctantly.

"She's an apprentice!" Harry roared. "And now-" his eyes watered "-You've fucking killed her."

Otis flinched. His eyes fell shut as he looked down.

"There must be a way," Ron pleaded.

The man shook his head.

Ron swore.