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A/N: I hope that you enjoy this. The Prologue will be told in third person and the rest will be told in first. Don't ask why it's just how I wanted to do it.

Prologue

Hermione stared in shock at the unmoving body of Cedric Diggory, Harry laying almost on top of him and shaking him frantically.

"Wormtail. . . killed him. . . .he's back. . . .Voldemort's back. . . . . ." she heard her friend gasp out to Dumbledore and Amos and Jessica Diggory.

Hermione looked carefully at Cedric from where she was standing. He didn't exactly look dead. Sure that's what you would think, but no, he didn't look exactly. . .dead. I know I've read about something like this. . . . .

Hermione pushed her way through the crowds, brushing against, cloaks and robes, as she walked as quickly as she could through the crowds. She had once read about a dark curse. It made it seem like it's victim seem like they were dead for three days. They were stuck in a near death trance, they had no detectable pulse and and no noticeable breath. They would be exhausted when they awoke and still unable to move for many days afterwards. Many witches and wizards had gotten buried alive because of it, and less than half had been able to blast themselves out. She couldn't just let him die, that would be almost as bad as killing him herself.

When she reached him, she pushed Harry aside and knelt down so that she could examine him more closely.

First she touched his hand, it was cold. Then she placed her ear to his chest, there was no rise and fall, nor could she feel a pulse. But when she looked closely at the air above his mouth she could see a faint cloud of mist hovering above it.

"He's not dead," she said once she was sure herself.

"Hermione he is, I saw it myself, he was hit with the killing curse," Harry said. Hermione shot him a stern look before glancing over at Amos and Jessica. Hope in both of their eyes, though neither of them spoke, as if they thought that if they did then it would all be a joke and that their son would be gone from their lives.

"He is alive, he wasn't hit the the killing curse. He was hit with Imitatio Morfem. It puts you in a state of near death for three days, when he awakes he will be tired and unable to move. Many have gotten buried alive because it's so convincing-"

"You're sure, our son is alive?" Amos asked, tears in his eyes.

"Yeah. . . .but you should probably get him to St. Mungos, they'll be able to help him get his strength back when he wakes up," Hermione said, moving aside so that Amos could lift his son off of the ground.

"Thank you so much," Jessica breathed before hurrying after her husband and son.

A/N: I hope that you all enjoyed the prologue, I know that it was really short, but the rest of the chapters should be longer. I just wanted to let you know that this isn't my main story, more like something that I'll do on the side, so the updates won't be regular, not my updates usually are. . . . . .Check out my other story Love Can Change Everything and I'll have the first chapter of my Harry/Hermione one up soon! Reviews are always great, good or bad!