Hello people!

I know its been a long, long time, so first things first- how are you? I hope you're doing fine.

I won't bother with the long explanation as to why I took such a long break, but I'm back now.

Now on with the story, the prologue starts right after the last chapter in the book before the epilogue. And Dramione doesn't start till a few chapters, so please be patient.

And yeah, this is my first multi chaptered fic. Hope you like it.

Happy Reading!

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There it was, the entrance to the Room of Requirement, currently a blank stretch of wall. And standing in front of it was an 18 year old girl, musing over the entrance.

Hermione wondered if the Room had survived the Fiend fire. Everybody all over Hogwarts had been working to repair the place, and Hermione was helping them. And somehow, she found herself standing where she was.

Fiend fires could burn years together without a fuel source, Hermione knew that. According to what she had read, the fire had no chance of being stopped if the castor was still alive. But after the castor's death, there was only one spell which could be used to contain it. No record has remained where the spell had been successfully cast, and it hadn't been attempted in the recent years due to the fairy tale nature of the spell and the dangers if the fire got out of control.

It was an extremely dangerous task, but Hermione was willing to risk it. She refused to let the future generation of Hogwarts students be cut off from the magic of the Room of Requirement. Who knew how many people would need it?

So she heaved a deep sigh and placed a vial in front of the entrance and stepped back. Walking three times past the door, she repeated in her head, I need the room with Fiend fire. As soon the room materialized, smoke started pouring out of the edges of the door and the burnt smell reached her nostrils. Hermione know that she had very little time. She opened the door and immediately began singing-

"Oh! Spirit of the Fire,

Thy castor is no more,

And I release thou from this curse,

Of which thou hast so long bore.

Oh! I beg thee

Let thy spirit fly free

Shed thy curse into this object

Which hath been placed before thee"

Hermione had slowly lifted her wand while singing, which seemed to have somehow calmed the fire. Now she felt a rush of magic within her as she had never felt before. She gasped as she saw a hand –made of fire no less- reach out to the vial within the depth of the flame. She stared in wonder as the hand seemed to be pouring out itself into the vial. Slowly the flames in the room started disappearing. The vial was slowly set on the floor as the last of the flames disappear, and Hermione was amazed to find the vial full and fully intact- the cork was still tightly shut as it had been, with no trace of burns.

Cautiously Hermione stepped forward, and picked up the vial. It seemed to be made of liquid fire, and it felt unnaturally warm in her hands. She actually had no idea what it was, and felt highly intrigued by it. Quickly casting a couple of protection spells so that some unlucky bloke wouldn't accidentally find it, she stowed the vial safely away.

She looked at the slightly burnt door and wondered what had become of the inside of the room. Centuries of rubbish had been burnt. What had become of the room?

Hermione slowly crept into the room and found completely blackened walls. Nothing had survived the fire, it seemed. The chandeliers above too had succumbed to flames. It was as if the room was simply made up of four walls with a door and a ceiling. It was completely empty, except-

Something sparkled from a distant corner of the room. Hermione edged towards it and nearly shrieked.

It was jar. A plain jar. Surrounded by nothing.

It was completely white.

It was as if the jar was unaffected by the Fiend fire.

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So that's the prologue. The first chapter should be up in a few hours.

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