(A/N: This will eventually be Hermione-Snape just to warn you, but ti could take a while getting there. Umm read on I guess)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in here but the plot. Everything belongs to Ms. Rowling.
A wish to come true
Prologue
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The sky was a gray, overcast type that afternoon when Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sat in the dark, wet mud, someone standing in the distance, laughing. It was a cold, high laugh. Their eyes were red and blurry, and couldn't seem to focus on anything but the oddly shaped figure in the dirt between them. It seemed small, and was obviously a person, even though it was bent in such a way that it looked very unreal. The figure's eyes were wise open revealing bright green irises that seemed to have gone dull. Suddenly the eyes gave a little twinkle, the mouth wiggled and the body tried to twist back around.
"Harry," Hermione breathed when she saw him trying to sit up. A groan came out of his mouth in a breathy way. "Harry, don't move." The Laughing person in the distance began to scream, and run towards them. The trio cringed at what was coming when he raised a wand. Before he could get out more then "avad" he keeled over and fell face first into the mud. Ron ran to grab his wand, and said the words to tie him up. Then he yelled "Ennervate" but the man didn't move. With a shudder Ron bent down and felt the man's pulse. There was none.
"He's...dead," Ron said in a disbelieving voice. He'd died, and no one had touched him. "Maybe...he had a heart attack," Ron mumbled to himself.
"Ron! Forget about Voldemort, Harry's alive, just barely, but he's alive. Come on!" Hermione conjured up a stretcher, floated Harry on to it before turning Voldemort's own wand on him. "Morbillicorpus," She said and Voldemort started to rise, and float. "Ron get me the portkey." Ron handed her a shiny piece of scrap medal, and they hung onto it. She tapped it and said. "Transportatus". The four traveled through the darkness and landed with a small "umph" on the hard ground in front of Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry. Five people awaited them. Five faces of disappointment, resignation, and yielding suddenly changed to five faces of shock.