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Hermione stood in the room which held so many terrible memories for her. To her left stood Severus Snape, on her right Lucius Malfoy; two Death eaters, two of the last men in the world that she had expected to be standing in support of her, here of all places.

"Are you ready?" asked Remus Lupin from his position behind her.

Hermione turned and looked into his eyes, "It's now or never" she answered.

Turning again, facing again the Veil, Hermione steeled herself and began to chant.

At her cue Severus took her left hand, Lucius her right and Remus placed his hands on her shoulders.

Hermione felt magic begin to accumulate in the room, concentrated around herself and the three men surrounding her. After repeating her chant twice, Hermione judged that it was time to draw her wand, doing so she pointed it straight at the Veil, directing the magic towards it; the Veil began to glow with an unearthly light. The magic continued to gather and Hermione, acting as a conduit, began to feel both exhausted and dispirited as nothing further happened, however, just as she was about to cease her chanting, she felt Remus' hands tighten on her shoulders. Raising her eyes in response to this, she started. There were figures moving inside the Veil. With her spirits renewed Hermione continued to chant with renewed vigour.

The magic and the pressure in the room continued to swell until Hermione felt she was about to be crushed by it. And still the figures moved closer. Remus, clearly affected by the concentration of magic in the room, was panting in her ear, his grip would have been painful had Hermione been able to concentrate on anything but the chant. The figures were now close enough to see that there were three of them. Hermione didn't dare glance at the two men flanking her in case she lost her concentration, but she could feel the tightness of their grasps on her hands and knew that they were feeling much the same as Remus. The three figures moved still closer. The pressure was becoming almost unbearable. Hermione, shaking, felt that it must come to an end soon or else she would break! Then, as though gliding through a pane of glass, the figures moved out of the Veil and the pressure abruptly lifted. All four staggered briefly, before looking up and gasping in unison, for, standing in front of them, were three people who they had long since given up any hope of seeing in this world again.

On the left, as attractive as he had ever been, stood Sirius Black an expression of bemusement upon his handsome face, a sentiment mirrored on his companions' faces. On the right stood a man Hermione recognized purely because of his remarkable resemblance to his son: James Potter. And, a few steps behind them was Lily Potter née Evans, her distinctive emerald eyes open widely in shock.

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