The Rebirth

The purpose

Everything was now in place - the mirror was ready, and so was Hermione. In a derelict building in London, all that was needed was Ivy.

Hermione stood over a bubbling cauldron, her hair wrapped up into a messy top knot. "It's nearly done. Just one thing to add."
"And you're sure it'll work? She'll come?" Ron nervously looked over Hermione's shoulder to observe the bubbling concoction.
"I've done it before, and it's a relatively simple potion - most summoning potions are. Ivy won't be physically transported here, but she'll feel a pull to the room, so irresistible she'll have to come."
"If you're sure. And if you're sure about all of this, because I know you put on a brave face -"
"Ron, I'll be fine. Go with Harry. I've got this, trust me."
Ron left as Hermione picked up the last ingredient for her potion; a unicorn hair, shining oddly in the dimly lit room. Holding her breath, Hermione dropped it into the cauldron. It stopped bubbling.

A low rumble seemed to fill the room, and the air around her began to ripple. Seconds later, with the sound of a crack of a whip, Ivy appeared in the room.

"Well well well,would you have a look at that. Hermione granger doing a summoning potion. Pretty neat, if I say so myself." She smiled, an evil glint in her eye. "So to what do I owe the pleasure? I'm quite busy, so if you'd keep it short. Who knows, I might lose my temper again and this time I can't guarantee your safety."
She began to laugh hysterically, whipping out her wand which had red sparks flying out of it. Hermione wasn't fazed. In fact, she seemed quite amused.
"Oh please, put your wand away. You're not going to hurt me and you know it."
"And why's that?" Ivy was now stood as still as a statue, her eyes glaring into Hermione's.
"Because that would throw quite a spanner into the works, wouldn't it? I mean, what with your plan and everything."
Hermione began to pace, and Ivy's eyes followed. The tension couldn't be cut with a knife.
"You don't know anything. I'd suggest you don't test me Granger, because I'd hate to think what would happen if that pretty little face of yours got smashed in, wouldn't you?" Her harsh tone sent a shiver down Hermione's spine that she managed to conceal from Ivy.

"What's this really about Ivy? All of this - coming into our lives, threatening us with this and that: what's really the point? To prove that yourself to your mum? To feel like you're actually worth something?"
"I'm warning you, don't -"
"She didn't love you, did she? Come on now Ivy, she left you for dead. Created you and just left you like a bit of dirt? No, that's not what a mum does. She didn't care about you, you meant nothing to -"
Hermione gasped as her arm started to bleed - Ivy had cut her.
Shaking, her wand in hand, Ivy tried to look triumphant. Hermione couldn't feel the pain - all she could see was that she was starting to get to Ivy.
"I mean, who really looked after you? A bunch of naff death eaters? Gerald Croft? I bet he messed you right up."
"Shut up Granger." She raised her wand, and seconds later a cut formed on Hermione's leg, as though an invisible knife was carving its way up her body.
"Hurt you, did he? Tell you how worthless your mum truly thought you were? How you were a good for nothing, barely even human creation that no one ever cared for?" Hermione was taken back by her own cruelty. But this was the only way, the only way to get the truth.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM! I'm not worthless, I'm here for a reason! She loved me, I know she did." Ivy's screams turned into angry sobs. "But you don't believe me, and you should."
She began to frantically wave her wand about her, and more cuts began to appear on Hermione's skin; she couldn't hide the pain anymore. Screaming in pain, she begged Ivy to stop.
"Ivy, think about what you're doing - your purpose, please stop!"
At the mention of her purpose, Ivy stood still once more.
She'd noticed the Mirror of Erised, something even Hermione had forgotten about.
"My purpose... yes, why I'm here....what I need to do."
Hermione was now covered in cuts, but found herself walking towards Ivy and the mirror.
"Yes Ivy, your purpose. Because once you complete it, it's all over, isn't it? You can be you, away from this mess."
"It's over, over for me?" Ivy's eyes grew wide with fear; the prospect of a life without her purpose seemed impossible. Hermione's toned softened.
"Yes, and it'll all be ok. It will all be over, but look in the mirror. Tell me what you see."
Ivy's eyes were glassy and still.
"It's my whole life. All I've ever planned. To make sure the Dark Lord goes to power. Nothing stops him. But he died, he no longer exists. So I'm here. I'm here to create the rebirth of the Lord Voldemort."

Hermione had got what she needed. She disapparated, leaving a half dazed Ivy sobbing in front of the mirror.

So sorry for disappearing for months again! I'm back and will hopefully finish the Rebirth by the end of this year. Hope you enjoy this chapter and the ones to come!