3. Oh Cyrus!

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"Oh Syrus, keeper of the gate, Master of all fate, Hear Us!' Ginny said as she tipped the rest of the contents, which looked like some sort of blood over Hermione's grave. Sitting the urn back down in front of her, Ginny reached into the urn, marking her forehead and cheeks with blood. "Before time, and after, before knowing and nothing,'

She gently handed her black candle to Harry, before placing her hands on the dark red blood at the end of the grave. "Accept our offering, know our prayer,'

Ginny's head suddenly shot back, along with her arms, her mouth and eyes wide open as a light streamed out of her mouth, eyes, nose and ears and sudden knife wounds appeared on her outspread arms as Ron whimpered and closed his eyes shut tightly.

Ginny didn't move, didn't scream out in pain or cry, and no blood seemed to seep from the knife wounds constantly appearing on every inch of her arms.

"Osyrus, here lies the witch of our world.

Let her cross over!'

Harry's eyes widened as he saw several round egg-shaped objects appear under her skin, and begin crawling from her wounds, up her arms to her neck. Harry whispered to himself It's just a test, just a test!'

"Osyrus, let her cross over!'

Ron slowly opened his eyes as the objects fused together and begun to travel up her throat. A cracking sound was suddenly heard as a snake breaks throguh Ginny's chest and onto the grave as Ginny slumps forward, breathing heavily as a sudden red and gold mystical energy starts swirling around her, like glowing fairies.

"Osyrus, RELEASE HER!' Ginny screamed in pants as the mystical energy moved faster around her, traveling up and sudednly slamming through the grass of the grave as everything went black and Ginny lost all conciousness.

She awoke the next morning, dizzy and very weak as she looked around the blurred room, trying to get her eyes to focus on something, anything. She could hear voices downstairs, and suddenly flashbacks from last night came gushing back to her as she pushed herself up in bed, gasping for air to fill her lungs.

"Harry!' she screamed as she pushed the covers back and let her feet slip onto the cold, hard floor as the door was pushed open and Harry came tearing into the room.

"What?' he yelled as Ginny got to her feet and raced over to her wardrobe.

"Did it work, is she back, did it work Harry?' she asked, rummaging through her belongings as she waited for an answer from harry, which she didn't get. Spinning around, she looked at the pain in his eyes. "It... it worked right? Hermione's back?'

Slowly, realization hit her as her legs began to wobble and she fell onto her knees as tears began to fall down her cheeks. "I... but I done everything right I... I done everything I was told, I was tested Harry,' she sobbed into her hands as Harry walked over to her, leaning down and bringing his girlfriend into his arms, cradling her tightly as she sobbed into his chest.

He awoke the next morning, looking around the room at the red and gold mystical energy glowing brightly where his roof was meant to be. He frowned and pushed himself up in his bed, looking around as the energy shot from the roof, forcing itself into his body through his ears, nose and any place it could get in.

His whole body began to shake as he could feel the energy moving around inside him, twirling around before suddenly shooting back out from where it came and disappearing in a puff of smoke.

"What the... fuckin' hell' he questioned, before quickly pushing his sheets away from his body and jumping out of bed to go and tell his mother about what had just happened in a matter of seconds.

He raced down stairs, and looked into the foyer, where the arm chairs and fire place and coffee table sat, no one was there. He raced into the kitchen, skidding to a halt as no one but the house elves were preparing breakfast for the day.

"Good morning Mr Malfoy, what will you desire for breakfast?' Kaven, one of their eldest house elves asked as Draco looked around the room.

"Where is mother?' he demanded.

"Mistress Malfoy had business to attend for your going back to school tomorrow, last minute things to get for you sir, breakfast?' the house elf asked once again.

"Shit... no... ummmm,' Draco thought for a second before rembering. House Elves had been around longer than time had recorded, they were guessed to be so old that no history book could name. "What do you know about mystical red/golden energy?'

Kaven, along with every other house elf stopped in their tracks and their eyes widened in complete horror at his question.

The look in there eyes scared him. What had he just asked?

"Sir, you do not want to go talking about the mystical forces, it is forbidden young Malfoy,' kaven spoke as the other house elves returned to making breakfast.

"I'm not talking, I'm asking and someone must have conjoured up the forces because they were in my bloody bed room when I woke up,' Draco threatened as Kaven gasped and whimpered in solitude.

"Dear sir, did the forces enter you, the forces must enter a person for it to work,'

"For what to work?' Draco asked, curious and scared at the same time as kaven etched closer to him as Draco leant down and kaven whispered some spine chilling words into his ear.

"To resurect the dead sir, the mystical energy of the person being resurected must find someone the person secretly loved or despised and hated before the resurection could fully complete,' Kaven explained closely to Draco.

"But these kinds of forces are forbidden, for resurecting someone, can alter time, take another life. And the person resurecting someone must be tested, and most find it too painful and do not survive it. For it is forces far darker than anything anyone can control, and very dangerous Draco Sir,'

"So... who the hell would want to conjur up something that dark?' Draco questioned as he and Kaven looked at one another, puzzled.

"Either someone very desperate, or someone very powerful and dark sir,' Kaven replied as he whimpered again and rushed off away from Draco to finish preparing breakfast before Mrs Malfoy returned home.

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