This is my first story, not that it matters just pleases don't be to harsh. However do pleases review.
Callia was in the Grand Hall at Hogwarts death and war surround her. She looked around her, the largest gathering also consisted of mostly red haired people. She decided that they best deserved her gift. She walked up calmly to the group nobody looked at her. There was a young man dead on the floor, one that looked exactly like him was kneeling at his head crying. The rest of what she could only guess was the dead mans family surrounded him.
"If you could say something to him right now what would it be?" she ask, she wasn't quit sure how to go about this, but it didn't matter because nobody answered, they didn't even acknowledge you
"I know this spell, it keeps the soul of a person who has just died in the body little long, you could speak to him and he to you. It would just be a delay but you could say good-bye."
Every one in the group looked at her at once it was kind of creepy.
"Impossible you can't bring the dead back to life." A young red haired girl said
"Not back to life just delaying the move on." she repeated
"Can you do it?" said an older woman her voice was pleading. Callia walked to the head of the boy the twin moved a little away. She bent down and whispered something in the dead boys ear, and his eyes opened. Every person in the group gasped in what sounded like unison. Callia smiled, she got up and let the family talk with the boy.
"Fred! Fred! OH MY GOD FRED!"
That seemed to be the only thing the older women could say. The dead boy stood up. The twin went in for a hug and jumped about a foot.
"Your cold" he said surprised. This is where you jump back in.
"Yes, he's dead, and he doesn't have much time so, it seems to me you should say good-bye."
After this you step away. You watch them a little and they all seem sad but in a happy way, it was odd. They were happy to say good-bye but sad because he was dead, they all hugged him and said what she guessed they needed to. She looked around for someone else when Voldemort came into the room. Callia looked back at he family the dead boy was back on the ground and the family was dispersed fighting death eater. Voldemort was throwing spells like mad, but miss most people. Only moments past when Harry Potter became visible. Callia didn't know what was going to happen, but it happened fast, every one stopped fighting to watch, she could really hear what was going on she could barely see. She only really knew it was over when people started applauding. Which only went to show, she thought, that death was always good for somebody.
Every one was sitting at tables, no body cared which table they were sitting at. She looked at her left and saw a black girl with a smile that took up half her face, to her right there was a man with long blond hair, he looked a little roughed up and the look on his face was worry, as if he shouldn't be there. He was huddled together with a boy about her age and a woman both of whom with were blond.
"Hi, you know I could heal those cuts and scraps right up." Callia says wanting to help.
The entire family looked at her with the up most disgust.
"If you must" the man said as if he was doing her the favor.
"Well I mustn't" she said a little put off.
The man also looked put off as if she were the rude one, the boy pushed closer to her.
"Will you heal me?" he asked a little franticly. She looked at him.
"Yes." She took out her wand and waved it over his face, the cuts and red marks disappeared.
He didn't say another word to her nor did the other two. When the older women at the front of the room told ever one that they all had to stay in the castle tonight and that the portrait had been told to allow any and every one in also that the aurors are rounding up the left over death eaters. When she said this the family looked even more frightened. The old witch dismissed every one and they got up and started filing out. Callia got up and started walking she didn't know were she was going when someone grabbed her hand. She looked behind her and it was that blond boy.
"What?" she asked surprised
"Where are you going?" he sounded desperate
"I don't know to bed, where ever that is."
"You don't know?" He looked kind and his parents smiled behind him,
"I've never been here before, I didn't go to this school." You couldn't hear his response because the twin of the dead boy she helped before came up and he was mad.
"Get away from her Malfoy! She doesn't need to hear you bile!"
The parents of the boy, who Callia could only assume was Malfoy, ran up behind him so the three of them were facing Callia and the twin. They looked mad like they were going to hex us for even thinking about hurting their son. The twin had a look on his face, daring them to try something. But all the same grabbed Callia's hand and walked away.