The Rebirth

Soon

"I've got it." Hermione stood triumphantly at the door, where Ron and Harry rushed to her immediately, shocked by her cuts.
"Mione you're bleeding all over.. what's the girl done to you.."
Hermione swatted Harry's hands away.
"I'm fine guys, I'll be ok: nothing a few plasters can't fix. But I've got it. Ivy's purpose - I guess it was kind of obvious all along, but now we know."
"Well?" Ron stood in anticipation, his hand intertwined with Hermione's own.
"She is here to rebirth Voldemort. To make him come to power again."
A temporary silence hung over the three as the information processed.
"How the hell is she going to do that?"
"I don't know. As expected, I wasn't going to get anymore out of her, the state I left her in." Hermione separated her hands from Ron's and began to walk to the sink, attending to her cuts.
"Don't feel guilty, Hermione, it's not -"
"Don't tell me to not feel guilty Ron. I just crushed her - the poor girls deluded and has lasting psychological problems, and what did I do? Make it worse."
"Mione, you knew that this was the only way. Ivy, well, she's just too far into this whole thing - yes it's sad, but life is unfair. And we just have to deal with what we're given." Harry passed her a few plasters, and an ointment.
"I know, but that doesn't make it right."
Silence again.
"So, what now?"
"Well, I guess we follow through with what the letters said - we have to make her believe she's Rebirthed the dark lord, or we truly try and put an end to her plans - that is, if that's even possible."
"Another bloody plan. When will this end?"
"Soon. Very soon."