Hermione's POV
1997-Hogwarts
No! This couldn't be true! Fred couldn't be dead. I fell down next to his body and felt the hot tears running down my eyes. Why?! Why him?! My hands searched for his and I tried to find a heartbeat. There wasn't one. He was really dead. The dizziness started to fill my head when I jumped up. I couldn't believe it. I didn't wanted to believe it! I almost fell but Ginny caught me and falling into each other's arms we started to cry.
1997-London
Riiiiiiing. Riiiing.
I groaned while I tried to reach my alarm to put it off. Why did I even set on an alarm? Today was Saturday, a day of. I groaned again when I couldn't find it and pushed over a stack of books. Oh, that probably meant I wasn't in my bed. Trying to get the sleep out of my head I opened my eyes and saw I had slept in, once again, at the kitchen table.
"Mione! Can you please open the door?" I heard the familiar voice of Ginny calling from outside my door, ringing my bell once again.
I hadn't set my alarm I guess. A bit groggy and sleepy I walked towards the door. My clock told me it was only 7 am. What was she doing here so early? I only fell asleep two hours ago. I opened the door and pulled my Weasley sweater a bit tighter around me.
"Gin, it's only 7 in the morning. What do you..." I stopped my words when I saw Angelina standing next to her. To find one of the former quidditchplayers in front of my door at 7 am was strange but to see two of them at my door was alarming. "What's going on? Everything alright with Harry and George?" I asked concerned.
"Nothing really bad happened." Ginny tried to set me at ease. "Can we come in?"
"Of course, sorry. Come in. Can I give you something to drink? A tea maybe?" I rambled, cleaning my table with a quick flip of my wand.
"Did we wake you up?" Angelina asked worried.
"It doesn't matter." I said, shrugging my shoulders. Putting some water on the fire to heat it enough for tea I gestured to the girls to sit down. "So, what can I do for the two of you on this bright day?" I asked, holding back a yawn. Ever since the war I didn't sleep well. The longest I could sleep without getting interrupted by a nightmare was two hours. Actually tonight if I recall it well.
"I'm worried about George." Angelina told me straightforward. I frowned. Everyone was worried about George. He had only lost his brother a month ago and no one except Angelina had seen him anymore.
"I see." I said, encouraging the girl to tell me more.
"After the battle he left the body of Fred, totally in shock. You know we have been looking for him over an hour."
I nodded. I remembered that. Everyone had been crying at Fred's body and suddenly George had left, wandering of in the castle. Angelina went after him but lost him in the crowed. Everyone had helped searching for the boy and at last it had been Angelina who found him.
"You found him crying." I said.
"Yeah. But what she didn't tell us was where she found him." Ginny said softly, almost in tears again.
"I found him in front of a mirror Mione." Angelina said softly. A bad feeling crept over me. There was only one mirror I knew was dangerous for people. "The Mirror of Erised." She said, confirming my thoughts.
"He doesn't want to leave the mirror anymore." I mumbled. "Doesn't eat or drink anymore and you probably are afraid he will die or erase from the world. I know what this mirror is." I mumbled, lost in thoughts. The whistling of the water brought me back to the present and I stood up to make us some tea. "But why do you come to me? I don't see how I could be from any use." I mumbled defeated.
"You're the brightest witch I know Mione. You have to have some ideas of how you could help us." Angelina begged.
"What are these books?" Ginny said out of nowhere. "Are you trying to come up with a spell to bring someone back out the dead?" Ginny asked hopefully, only a glint of fear present in her voice.
"See. You can help us!" Angelina exclaimed loudly.
I put the tea in front of them and sighed.
"I wish it was so easy. Listen. Me as well have been worrying about George. I am not as funny as Ron or Harry, and I can't cheer him up with hugs or anything. The only thing I am really good in is using my brain. So that's what I did. I only didn't find much." I mumbled. I looked at my notes, spread over the table. What I said was true. I was working on something to bring Fred back from the dead. He died too soon. When I had seen his body something had died in me as well. I couldn't sleep anymore and started worrying about George more and more when he didn't showed up anymore. It was actually Harry who brought up the idea. Ron had been asking where he had left the resurrection stone and Harry had mumbled something about the forest and not wanting to be the master of dead. That was when the idea struck me to try and bring Fred back. "I went to the forest and went looking for the stone." I told the girls. "I couldn't find it." I sighed. "Without the stone my plan doesn't work. I have to use it to show me the ghost of Fred."
"You mean that you need to see him before this spell works?" Ginny asked curious. The hope that we could bring her brother back to life had light up her day. I didn't wanted to ruin it but that was exactly what I meant so I nodded.
"But George sees Fred in the mirror all the time." She cried out in joy. We don't need the stone, only the mirror."
Both Angelina and Ginny looked at me with big eyes while I tried to proceed what they told me. That actually could work. If I fixed the spell a bit I actually could make that happen. Not seeing Fred was the biggest problem in my plan.
"It could work." I mumbled. Throwing some papers on the ground while searching for another, empty parchment I wrote some thoughts down. "The only hard part will be that I have to see through George eyes so I can see Fred as well." I mumbled. "Adjusting the legilimence should be enough to make that happen." I forgot the two witches who were in my apartment while I started working on the spells to make this happen.