A letter to you

Chapter 11: It's crazy...but it might work

Heads up: I'm going to do this chapter in the first-person perspective as I feel that it is easier... if you like it let me know and I'll try to change my next few chapters to the first-person perspective as well...

Hermione's apartment

Hermione:

Yeah... maybe not.

I groaned as I sighed at the numerous pile of books on my study table. Big, thick volumes of books that I had managed to persuade Professor Mc Gonagall to lend me. It's not that my love for books had changed... it's just that... these were really thick volumes of books that contained only one or two lines of information I needed. And, I had to search through every single page to get that information. Yeah... tough life. But this was something that I really wanted... something that I was willing to spend the rest of my life on. A way to bring back people from the dead.

I know it sounds crazy. Heck, it still sounds really crazy to me right now, but people have done crazier things and most of the time it works out... right?

A few hours later

Looking through all the notes I have collected, I suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. I managed to collect all the sentences about bringing people back from the dead! Now, as I look through my notes, I see one thing in common.

But.... But it can't be...

Almost every book talks about a small, black shiny stone... with the symbol of a triangle with a line and circle inside it. The Deathly Hallows!

The resurrection stone that Harry had. The one that he dropped on the forest ground.

But that makes no sense! Every book says that the stone was melted and then, plants (magical ones of course) and spells were added.

But the stone was still solid when Harry found it.

I don't get it. How can a stone that was melted, numerous times millions of years ago... even until present times still be solid?

I closed my eyes, frustrated. Taking out my quill again, I dipped it into ink and sent a quick letter to Nevile via owl. My precious little owl, with its brown tawny feathers, happily hooted at me before taking off. I grinned as I watch him go. He was sooo beautiful and I was so lucky to have been able to buy him.

Ten seconds later, Neville arrived into my house via floo powder holding a grey coloured cat. Man, I really had to talk to these people about showing up without a warning! The nerve of them! I shook off my frustration and waited for Neville to speak, after staring pointedly at the cat of course.

"Hermione Jean Granger! You of ALL people should know that some things written in books aren't true! I have NEVER been more disappointed in you... young lady! What is the meaning of this?!" I winced slightly as Mc Gonagall glared at me.

"It's the truth, Professor!" I protested. I went to the table and took Fred's letter. Mc Gonagall took the letter, (the one that Fred had written to me) took one look at it and went pale.

After a moment, she whispered, "It's exactly what Dumbledore said would happen." before promptly fainting.