Mors Amator

by aspentree11

When the Weasley's, overcome with grief and sadness over Fred's death, finally fall apart months after the battle ended, Hermione utilizes her knowledge to create the one potion no one has ever managed to create - a Resurrection for death. But what happens when not only Fred comes back from the dead, but also every other victim that died during the battle?

"It was a potion," I said, for the thousandth time. "Just a potion." There was a whole jury facing me, their eyes narrowing at me accusingly as if I would purposely try sabotaging an entire ministry. As if, while trying to create support groups, lobbying for magical creatures, and trying to recreate Hogwarts, I had bloody the time for that. Not that the ministry was that bright in the first place – obviously the ministry and I have never been on the same page due to their lack of rationality. But by the way they looked at me, you could've sworn I had tried burning down all of London.

"Ms. Granger," the judge said, clearing her throat loudly, making me wince. She reminded me of Umbridge – short, frumpy, a nasty attitude. Oh, and totally hated me. Automatically. "That potion you created-" What did she think it was? A rock? "Defied death. You can't possibly expect us to believe that-"

"I made over a hundred dead bodies come back to life all by myself?" I finished, at this point not caring about politeness – clearly I would lose this battle anyways. "Actually, yes, your honor, I do. There have been multiple documented instances in the 1300's that people have stopped-"

"But that's stopped death, Ms. Granger," the judge snapped at me. "Not resurrected. Those people were killed, and somehow you brought them back to life. You had done something no witch or wizard had ever done before." And then I was silent. Because what was I supposed to say? That I was like any other witch or wizard? That I didn't understand what I did? That I could ever explain it to them? I had never been a conceited person, but at this point I had nothing to say other than the fact that I knew how. I read ancient books. I studied day and night since I was twelve. I had studied scrolls – filled with theories – that I never thought was actually true. I knew far more than the frog-like woman in front of me, and all her jurors around her.

All the jurors were leaned in excitedly, and I could tell the judge was feeding off their energy. The smug look on her face made me want to curse it off. I could only imagine how much she wanted to be the woman who conquered the witch who managed to conquer death.

"Let me read out some of the names," I heard her say, pulling out a scroll beside her sharply. "Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Vincent Crabbe-"

"I was just trying to help," I tried to say, my eyes suddenly filled with tears, but my words only came out as a whisper. "This wasn't supposed to end this way." But she continued mockingly, her voice filled with coldness.

"Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown-"

"It wasn't supposed to work!" My voice rose. "I wasn't trying to do anything bad. Why am I in trouble for this? It's not like I resurrected You-Know-Who!" There was a rush of inhales as I said the word, and I felt my heartbeat skip, but the judge didn't seem to care.

"And practically fifty others!" She yelled. "And I think I know why you created this potion, Ms. Granger!" I felt warm tears fall down my face as I tried to desperately search for familiar faces in the crowd behind me, but my vision was blurry and I felt like the world was spinning. I did it for him, I wanted to say. I did it for Fred.

"Ms. Hermione Jean Granger, you are under arrest for attempting to resurrect Tom Riddle and all other deceased Death Eaters."