A/N: After reading several Hermione/multi pairing fics, I wanted one that I could control. This is what I'm working on, though I haven't abandoned the other story I'm working on also. This is just a short Prologue, to what will hopefully be a juicy story.
It had taken months to find the right incantation. After the war ended, there were so many dead, so many lost forever. All the talk and discussion of the Deathly Hallows made Hermione think of Sirius. He passed into the Veil... could he be brought back? He hadn't suffered the Avada, he hadn't died of natural causes... He had been whole when he'd passed through. She wanted to grasp for life, even as those around her mourned the dead.
So many gone. Fred, Tonks, Remus, her classmates and friends. And then, after the way, so many succumbed to depression. Ginny and Harry were trying to make it work, but with Fred's death, the Weasley clan was folding into themselves. Ron and Hermione had shared one searing kiss, and then Ron too had distanced himself to mourn with the family. Surprisingly George was the only one who stood apart. He did not stay with the family, but instead set himself apart from everyone, only coming out when required to honor Fred.
After many books, and weeks spent in the solitude of countless libraries, she found it. The key to bringing back Sirius and renewing hope for the wizarding world. She would need Harry, and the Hallows, but she would also need people who symbolized parts of Sirius's life. She knew she couldn't tell anyone, just in case it didn't work. It would take time, sacrifice, and dark, dark magic. The problem was that while she could find the scroll giving steps for the spell, she didn't know the consequences, and she knew there must be consequences for her actions.
It took her another week to plan, and on the appointed day, she started with Harry. She chose the day of a memorial of some kind at the ministry, so everyone she needed was present in the same place. Harry Potter to represent Sirius's family, Kingsley Shacklebolt, (Minister of Magic), to represent the time he had spent in Azkaban, George Weasley who reminded her so much of the Marauder's, and Draco Malfoy who represented his demise with Bellatrix, his Aunt. She caught each of them in a moment of solitude, and stupified them. She then stowed them in a broom closet off to the side, after tying them up, just in case. She wasn't sure how she managed it... that part was somewhat of a blur, but after all the guests had departed, she found herself with 4 unconscious wizards in a broom closet. She bound them all together, put a disillusionment charm over the lot, and made her way down to the Department of Mysteries.
When she arrived, she untethered the wizards with a quick flick, and arranged them in front of the Veil by levitating them to lay like spokes on a wheel. She set forth the Stone, the Wand, and the Cloak, and withdrew a dagger she had stowed away within her robs. She dragged the knife across her palm, wincing at the pain, but ignoring it. She was doing this for Harry, for hope. She walked to each man in turn and drew the knife across their thumbs. She squeezed a drop of blood from each man into her palm, and walked to the Veil. On the gateway to death, she laid her hand, and waited.
Her consciousness was pulled through the Veil, while her hand and the blood bound her to life. She heard a cold voice, the voice of death, call to her, "Whom do you seek?"
"I seek Sirius or the House of Black. He was pulled into the Veil, though death did not take him. Release him to me, for those who anchor him have gathered. By the Hallows do I claim him. Into the life bond will you release him!"
"Into your bond do I release him. Beware the consequences. I will not be so generous again. Next time, he is mine little witch."
She waited, hoping she would not come face-to-face with the owner of the cold voice. She knew that to look on his face would weaken her grasp on life, and did not think she could hold on to herself, and Sirius. She was tempted to close her eyes against this fate, but as she hesitated to do so, she saw him. Sirius was moving towards her, looking as he had when he had fallen through. She reached for his hand, and as he grasped for hers, they fell back into the Department of Mysteries.
The other wizards were all sitting, staring at where they had fallen back. As Kingsley realized what she had done, a horrified and wondrous expression crossed his face. He looked to each of the wizards around him, and roared, "What have you DONE? Do you have any idea of the consequences?"
Hermione didn't look up, she was too busy staring at Sirius. Kingsley roared once more, "You have bound us to you! We are one, do you know what that means?" At that, she did look up.
"No. I knew there would be consequences, but it didn't say what it would be. Don't you know what this means? Maybe we can bring others back?!"
"Hermione! We are BOUND! You belong to us, and we belong to you. There is much to discuss. This was dark magic, you should not have done it! No matter that Sirius is back, you have decided the future of every wizard here, and decided your own as well."
She didn't know what he meant, but she was suddenly dreading finding out...
A/N: I know, I hate notes at beginning and end. I'd love to read your reviews. Any suggestions for who should be lead in the relationship? I'm leaning Kingsley, but I'm open to some suggestions. Just FYI, I know we're off to a quick start, but we're about to slow to a steady burn.