Tears formed behind Hermione's eyes as she stared into the green emptiness that once was the beauty and mystique of the Boy Who Lived. Ron was in the stall next to them throwing up and crying at the same time. He returned, his red hair even more out of place than when he had woken up that morning, his eyes red and puffy. "Myrtle? What do we do?" Asked Hermione. "Well I don't know! After all, I'd never seen someone die before myself. I suppose you shall have to go tell Professor Dumbledore." She went up into the window and sat sulking. "Ron, go get him." Hermione said kneeling down at Harry's feet. She couldn't bare look back into his eyes, she saw too many things in them. They seemed to renew her pain. Suddenly her mind began to race. Things flew in her mind from Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions and Transfiguration. She remembered back to the night they had snuck into the Restricted Area in the library looking for a potion to help Harry breath under water. Her mind flipped through the pages of One- Thousand Magical Cures for One-Thousand Magical Dilemmas, the cure for magical water-froth blisters, cure for dancing pimpled boils, and there it was, clear in her mind; cure for death by natural materials. The spell of course was forbidden to anyone not employed by the darkest branches of the ministry, especially a student at Hogwarts. The incantations were written in old English, the ingredients were definitely not usual, but she had heard of them, and most all of them were still around even today. She suddenly stood and took one last look into Harry's eyes, another tear streamed down her face as she clutched her hands to her chest. "RON!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "RON!!!!" A few moments passed and the clop of his shoes was heard running back through the hallway. He entered sweat dripping from his face. "What Hermione? What else is wrong?" He asked wiping his brow and leaning against the door. "We cannot tell anyone." She said quietly closing the stall door. "WHAT!?" Ron and Myrtle cried at once. "I think I can bring him back. but. I'll need help." She said. As Ron and Myrtle nodded, they had no idea what on earth they were getting themselves into.

How do you guys like this one? It's a continuation to The Death of The Boy Who Lived, however it is only the first chapter, the second one will be coming out in a matter of days. Please R&R this chapter, and tell me what you think should happen, (do not be deceived by the name!)