AN: Do not own anything. All J.K's.
Chapter One
"You really need to get rid of some of this stuff, Charlie." Hermione said while attempting to carry one of the boxes Charlie had handed her.
"Well, you never know when you might need it again." He shrugged in reply.
"Of course, you never know when you might need a spare, uh, is this meant to be a quill holder?" she laughed.
"Hey, I made that in my first year, I'm very proud of it!"
She laughed again, handing the heavy box full of junk over to Ron, who took it upstairs into Charlie's old bedroom in the Burrow.
Charlie ruffled Hermione's hair, much to her displeasure, before walking into the kitchen.
"Come one, Mia, don't tell me you don't have anything that you have kept from when you were younger?"
She followed him into the kitchen, "Of course I do, but they're all very meaningful things, sentimental things, not junk."
Charlie pulled a dramatic shocked face, "Junk! I am insulted."
"Would you two like some lunch? Bill and Fleur are coming over so you'll have to wait a bit." Molly Weasley asked as she walked into the kitchen and started bustling about.
The pair sat down at the table as Ron and Ginny walked in and slumped into their chairs, looking puffed.
"You have too much stuff," Ron grumbled.
"Ron, are you a wizard or not?" Hermione laughed, joking about the time in their first year when Ron had said that to her.
Ron jokingly glared at her. Harry then entered from outside, walking around the table to kiss Ginny before dropping into the seat next to her.
"Busy day?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I'll be glad when all the trials are over," he replied, "I've heard a few people talk about a new Wizarding village. A modern Wizarding community, Diagon Alley's getting a bit too crowded, so they're thinking of building in the North East. Diagon Alley's in the city, this one will be more scenic, peaceful."
"The Ministry will build it all?" asked Ginny.
"No, the ministry will receive the land from the Government but all community/public buildings will be out of the owner's pocket. I think they're building a small amount of housing though. But the business owners won't have to buy the land, they'll just have to pay for what they build."
"But that's a stupid idea! No one can afford that much. Why isn't the Ministry building it all and selling or leasing?" said a frustrated Hermione.
"Because the Ministry can't afford it either," replied Harry, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, sounds like an opportunity to me," grinned George as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing some food from the chopping board, Mrs Weasley swatting his hand away.
"Thinking of expanding?" enquired Ron.
"We can't let the people of this new town go without jokes can we?" smiled Fred, limping in behind his twin.
After the final battle, whether it had been the adrenaline coursing through her veins or an insane thought because of the lack of sleep she'd had, Hermione had had a brainwave thinking she could bring Fred back.
The trio sat in the common room. Harry and Ron already knocked out cold, but Hermione was staring into the fire, mumbling to herself. She hadn't gone insane, she was just thinking. Thinking about all those who had died. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help it. Poor Remus, Tonks, little Colin. Poor George, his brother had been taken away from him by a wall, not even magic, but by a falling wall.
Wait a minute. A wall. Not magic.
"Surely… no magic isn't that powerful. But, could it?" she thought to herself.
Suddenly wide awake, Hermione jumped up, shoving Harry and Ron.
"Wake up! I think I've got it! Hurry!"
Rushing out of the common room, not even sure if the other two were following, she sprinted down the corridors and stairs, heading for the Great Hall. She raced past the Weasleys as they solemnly exited the Great Hall, and pushed open the door that entered into the room that held the bodies of the dead.
"Hermione!"
Passing the other bodies without seeing them she found the flame red hair of the fallen Weasley twin and raced forward. Barely registering the shocked family and friends that had followed her, she began murmuring healing spells.
"Hermione. Stop"
"No George, I think I've got it. Fred wasn't killed by magic! He was killed by a wall, crushing his lungs. I think, I don't know, perhaps if his injuries were fixed it might work."
Waving her wand over Fred, she healed his crushed ribs and legs.
"I can't fix broken bones, they're still broken but they're restored, no longer crushing his lungs. I just need, if only..." she frantically mumbled.
She stopped for a minute, "I need to inflate his lungs again and get his heart beating. In the muggle world this would be impossible but I think with enough power."
"Hermione! Stop! You're setting yourself up for disappointment," cried George.
She looked up at him, crying, "No! He wasn't meant to go! Not magic! Wall! I can't…I have to do something."
She stared long and hard at Fred's chest before jerking up, "Harry! The elder wand. You would have the most amount of power. Please?"
Harry, shocked, moved forward and stood next to her.
"I'm going to try and restore his lungs, and then I want you to Enervate him. OK?" Hermione ordered.
Harry dumbly nodded.
Hermione waved her wand a few times before looking at Harry once more.
He took a deep breath, along with the other Weasleys who were sobbing.
"Enervate!"
Everyone held their breath, but nothing happened. Hermione started sobbing.
All of a sudden, Fred jerked to the side, coughing and retching furiously. Everyone started screaming in delight and happiness. George just sat there in shock. Hermione started clapping Fred on the back before flopping onto his back.
"Deep breaths, Fred," encouraged Hermione.
Everyone rushed forward, hugging and sobbing on each other.
"Hermione"
Hermione looked up to George, who swept her up in a bone-crushing hug before giving her a big kiss on the lips.
"Oi!" exclaimed Ron.
"Chill out Won Won, she's only got eyes for you," grinned Fred, sitting up.
After that it was all a blur of happiness, with the Weasley's eternally grateful to Hermione.
"You'll be the second to build then. Someone's already expressed interest in a lot of building. I'm meeting them tomorrow; they requested I be there at the meeting with Kingsley. I'm not sure what for," said Harry.
"Probably some rich overseas millionaire trying to gain power in England's Wizarding community, now that the war's over. Doesn't sound good to me," said Bill, who, with Fleur, had been standing by the door listening to the conversation.
Mrs Weasley bustled around moving dishes to the table, "Sit. Sit. Lunch is ready. Arthur! Percy! Lunch!"