Making Friends
Hermione was desperate. They HAD to do as Professor Snape said or it would ruin everything. But the boys were being stupid; they didn't trust the "Greasy Git" and were obstinately refusing to listen to her.
Severus had come up with a way to defeat Voldemort tonight, once and for all, and she couldn't let him down. He had trusted her to persuade Harry and Ron to appear at the appointed place where the trap would be sprung. If they didn't show up, if they didn't cooperate, Severus's trap would be exposed and that would be the end of everything. The man she loved would die tonight at the Dark Lord's hand.
Finally giving up in the face of their stubborn hatred which overwhelmed even their faith in her friendship, she stunned them. Taking their wands and gently tucking their bodies into bed, she hoped no one would try to wake them before tomorrow, she left to try and do this alone.
Sneaking out of the castle Hermione stopped on the outskirts of the forbidden forest and conjured two doppelgangers. Sitting on a rock facing the animated images of her best friends Hermione gripped her wand and drew a deep breath. She had to focus, to bespell these mute projections with enough life to fool the death-eaters just long enough for the trap to be sprung.
"Vos mos operor ut Inquam" You will do as I say. The spell light washed over the figures as their eyes fastened on her.
"Vos mos contemno quod defy He Who Must Not Be Named" You will hate He Who Must Not Be Named and defy him. The figures glowed again.
"Vos mos pugna pro ordo" You will fight for the Order.
"Vos mos pugna obviam Voldemort" You will fight against Voldemort. The figures grasped Harry and Ron's wands with firmer fingers.
"Vos mos servo invicem" You will protect each other.
"Vos mos servo mihi" You will protect me.
"Vos mos non vulnero Severus" You will not harm Severus.
Turning to Ron's twin she said
"Vos mos nomen mihi Mione" You will call me Mione. "And when I'm sad you will nudge me with your elbow and grin at me" a tear trickled down her cheek.
To the figure of Harry she said
"Vos mos nomen mihi Hermione" You will call me Hermione. "And touch my arm softly and say 'Hey don't cry'." Tears flowed freely down Hermione's face as she sat before the soulless forms of her two best friends.
A hand materialised from the forest behind her and rested on her arm, it was warm and living. Softly in her ear she heard the words, "Hey, don't cry" and then an elbow nudged her other side and another beloved voice said "I guess we were prats again, right Mione?"