"Once in a while, in the middle of an ordinality life, love gives us a fairytale" - Unknown


Hermione awoke on a stone floor in what looked to be a roman amphitheatre; mist hung low in the air, and crows perched high on the stark white looming structure, thousands of them looking down upon her, their intelligent eyes beady and observant.

"Where am I," she asked quietly as she pushed herself to her knees, her eyes scanning the place quizzically.

"A place between time and space, outside of reality," the same echoing voice she'd heard in the Room of Requirement spoke firmly from behind her, Hermione spun around, at the sound, her heart jolting as she took in his form.

"Fred," she gasped, hurriedly rising to her feet, reaching forward towards the redhead.

"Isn't here," he spoke, the voice that came out of his mouth was wrong, not that of the man she loved.

"Who are you, what do you want," she asked frantically.

"You called for us child, begged for the gods to reunite you with your lost love," the being masquerading as Fred spoke.

"I did," she nodded firmly.

"We took on this form, as it is known to you," they commented moving towards her.

"Will you give him back," she asked, her voice trembling.

"You will face the trials that we have determined, tasks to prove the level of love and devotion both yourself and Fred feel towards one another. If you both pass each trial, you will both be returned to the time from which you came, each of you alive and well to live out your natural lives without interference or tragedy. However if either of you fail in any task neither of you will return to earth, Fred will remain dead, at peace in heaven while you will remain here with us neither dead nor alive, your soul and magic ours to do with as we like," the voice spoke firmly.

"We won't fail," Hermione snapped angrily, to whichever gods were speaking through her lover.

"That's what they always say," the deity laughed, the crows squawking in sync with him.

"Time to prove if your love is true," the being within Fred spoke again, he clicked his fingers, and Hermione felt her eyes roll backwards, unconsciousness claiming her, wrapping her up in a cloak of darkness.