I recommend the song Burn To A Cinder' from Epica, for this fic.

Harry Potter blinked a couple of times, opened his mouth, closed his mouth, scratched his scar, opened his mouth one more time, looked at his friend searching an answer, frowned, looked at his right, at his left… and finally he was able to say something.

"what?"

It was definitely not the smartest thing he have said but it was something

"as I did with elfs." His friend, Hermione , answered, at the same time he was writing on a piece of paper.

Harry breath deeply. "I do not understand."

"everyone have rights." She said in a matter of fact way.

"them too?" asked the-boy-that-won.

This time his friend looked up from what she was doing and looked at him defiantly. "We all have rights, Harry, plus I do not remember that you complained when the law in favor of werewolves was passed."

"Of course not, we know that werewolves are dangerous only once a month, and the potion prevents even that. But zombies are something completely different, they are dangerous all the time and basically they are already dead." The savior of the magic world ended, waiting for his friend to reason.

"do they do not have two hands like you? Do not you think they want the same as you? it is not their fault to be zombies! They are not so different from us! They are just obeying their basic survival instincts, to eat and to reproduce theyrserlfs!" Clearly Hermione was about to enter into inspired speech mode.

"Nobody wants to be alone, we all need someone who understand us. and I will be the voice of those people, I will raise my hand when no one listen them. I promise equality, I-"

"Hermione!" Cried his friend. "I understand the not discrimination and be heard thing , ... but this is different. We can not even shake hands with them, they eat our hands! They Do not even have a voice, they just moan and growl! For Merlin, Hermione, they ARE NOT Alive! ZOMBYS are DEAD!"

Her gaze settled on him. if looks could kill. she just was there without saying anything. she crossed the arms and sighed. Finally, after several minutes she spoke. "o.k., Harry, I will give up on this."

He was on the verge of jumping.

"but under a condition." she said

Damn friend. he thought.

"you have to wear a fairy costume for my next project."

* Notes from the author:

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English is not my native spoken language, so I am sorry for any mistakes.