Hermione stood at the altar in the centre of the stone room chanting.
Ad me
Ego vocant te
Ad restituere
Ego tibi corpus
Ego tibi futurum
Omnia quod est mea est vestrum
Omnia quod est vestrum est mea
Fatum eum ad me
Adducam unan ego destinata
Sit perfects mea par
Et omnia quaerere
Raw magic swelled Hermione as she called to the Fate's for a mate. It created a circle of wind around her which whipped her hair around, but Hermione never lost concentration.
Once the chanting stopped the wind gushed out of circle out and extinguished the torches on the walls. They had been the only light in the room and Hermione was glad that she had put her wand in front of her knees.
"Lumos." She whispered.
The light was dim but she could clearly see the outline of a man in front of her. She felt ecstatic. The spell had worked and the Fates had given her perfect match. Eager to find out who it was she held her wand over his face and gasped.
She recognised him as Rabastan Lestrange, a former Death Eater.
Well, she thought, it will be interesting to tell the family at least.
Chant in English
Come to me
I call you back
To restore your line
I give you my body
I give you my future
Everything that is mine is yours
Everything that is yours is mine
Fate bring him to me
Bring the one I am destined for
Let him be my perfect match
and everythign I am looking for