Draco and Hermione - Between the living and the grave

2. Full Moon

The full moon was out, everyone was ready, waiting for Molly and Arthur Weasley to go to bed so they could sneak out and fly to Hermione Granger's grave which was about a mile away. The dogs, cats, horses and any animal you came across were going wild like they knew some dark forces were happening tonight.

Ron was as usual, scared and worried out of his mind. Scared because he didn't know what they would have to do, and worried that it wouldn't work.

Harry was mainly worried that Ginny would get hurt and that if it worked, Hermione was going to come back all wrong.

"Do you even have a spell?' Ron asked as they mounted their brooms outside the Weasley house.

Ginny mounted her broom, making sure her shoulder bag was secure before looking at her brother. "Yes I have a spell, I found a resurrection spell that normal witches can perform. I have all the ingredients but I must warn you, I will be tested,'

"Tested how?' Harry asked, suddenly becoming concerned about his girlfriend as he too finally mounted his broom and looked at Ginny.

"Look, Hermione wasn't killed naturally, this is the only way we can bring her back, and I will be tested to see if I am worthy of bringing her back, so whatever happens, do not try and stop the ritual ok,' she shot Harry and Ron a glare as both boys nodded rather quickly.

Since Hermione's death, Ginny had been rather distant towards everyone, keeping more to herself and spending most days in her bedroom. Ginny was the one who took Hermione's death the worst, at first she refused to cry, and then she started crying and wouldn't stop, then she started yelling at people and finally, started pushing them away.

Harry tried to talk to her, but she told him everything was fine and she had a plan, little did Harry know that the plan was to bring Hermione back from her grave. At first Harry didn't worry because he didn't think she would be able to do it, but then she came to him and told him that she had figured it out, and that they would be bringing Hermione back from the grave.

He could hear the animals going crazy as he lay in his bed, she duvet pulled up over his shoulders and his body curled up into a ball. Two days to go until he would be back on the train to Hogwarts. Two days until he could feel anything close to safe. He didn't know how things had come to this, Voldermort was downstairs right now with his mother, they were talking about Draco's failure and what they should do with him.

They did not know Draco was in his room though, for Draco and Narcissa had got into a massive argument earlier and Draco had run out of the house, telling his mother he hated her and himself and just wanted to die.

He had then, later climbed the fern ladder and snuck into his room, careful and ever so gentle not to make so much as a peep. He had removed his shoes, but that was all, and keeping his wand tightly to his chest climbed into bed.

He had not dared to use any magic, because he had learnt from Voldermort that, magic leaves traces, no matter if you're a magical being, or muggle, all magic left traces. He had simply listened to the goings on down stairs, the talking between the Dark Lord and his pathetic existence of a mother. He had stopped caring the night Bellatrix killed Granger, for no one knew it, but Draco had always had feelings for the muggle-born witch. Feelings which me made sure no one knew which was why he always picked on her at school.

Finally, he heard his mother and Voldermort exchanging goodbyes before the sound of the front door closing could be heard and his mother started muttering to herself. Clearly she was drunk off her face, clearly, she didn't care about Draco at all.

He closed his eyes, knowing he could finally sleep, and that when he woke in the morning that there would only be one day left until Hogwarts. He never felt safe anymore, for he had betrayed the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord himself wanted Draco's blood, wanted to rip him to shreds whilst calling him pathetic and un-deserving of the Dark Lords faith in him.

Feeling like nothing could get any better, he drifted off to sleep, to the sounds of animals going crazy and the bustling of the trees outside his bedroom window, and dreaming of Hermione Granger.

Alive!

"Are you two ready?' Ginny asked, watching as Ron finally lit the black candle in his hands and nodded. Turning to look at Harry as his burning black candle showed only part of his face. He too nodded.

Ginny's candle had already been lit as she sat, cross-legged at the end of the grave where to tomb stone had Hermione Jean Granger engraved across it. Her date of birth and the date she died was also engraved into the tomb, along with Beloved friend & daughter, and smartest witch of the age.

Once more she looked at Harry and Ron before removing one hand from the candle and picking up a vase of some sort. And holding it in front of her, slowly she tipped the vase upside down as some sort of blood began to pour over the grave.

"Oh Syrus!' she began.