"Fairy tales are stories of triumph and transformation and true love, all things I fervently believe in" - Kate Forsyth


Magic, palpable and unlike anything they'd felt before swirled through the Great Hall of Hogwarts. The battle worn soldiers stirred uneasily, their wands drawn, eyes darting around scared of an oncoming attack.

"What was that," Ron asked, his eyes scanning the room worriedly as he gripped his wand tightly.

"I don't know, it felt kind of nice, like an embrace," Harry whispered.

To me it felt oppressive," Ron replied to his friend, his body shuddering.

It felt welcoming, like when I was on the platform with Dumbledore," Harry whispered quietly.

"Death, Harry it felt like death," Ron gasped, his eyes wide, Harry had told his red headed friend what had happened in the forest after he killed Voldemort.

"His embrace, yes that's what it felt like, soothing, safe," Harry told him quietly.

Are you out of your mind Harry," Ron asked outraged.

"Oi Georgie, loosen up will you, you're suffocating me," a familiar voice spoke from the stretcher the Weasley family had been gathered around; Fred Weasley was wriggling, trying to escape his twins grasp, George had frozen his eyes wide.

Harry looked at Fred, alive and well, his own eyes wide, then gasps emitted around the hall as shroud covered bodies began to move, the dead rising once more.

"INFERI," Parvati yelled letting go of Lavender's hand, the blonde looked up at her best friend in horror, her fair skin free of the horrible marks Greyback had carved into her.

"I'm not a Inferi Parvati," Lavender responded, her voice outraged.

"To be fair that's what an Inferi would say," Seamus muttered, from nearby, as he stared at his resurrected girlfriend, a grin upon his face.

"Inferi don't have the ability to speak Mr Finnigan," Professor McGonagall spoke, hurrying towards the blonde with her wand outstretched, firing spells at her hurriedly, Harry watched her with bated breath.

"Alive and perfectly healthy," the professor gasped, pulling the startled blonde into her arms.

"I could have told you that professor, honestly what's even happening, the last thing I remember was Greyback grabbing me," Lavender spoke, trying to wriggle free of the professor's grip.

Around them others were firing spells at the recently revived, all of whom appeared to be as they had been prior to their deaths, perfectly healthy and healed of all wounds. People were laughing and crying, pulling their resurrected friends and family members into warm embraces. It was amazing, a true miracle, Harry grinned, taking in the pure joy of the once sorrowful room, feeling amazed.

"Mum, get off of me," Fred called from nearby, he'd successfully dislodged George, and had been grabbed by his inconsolable mother.

"You're alive," Mrs Weasley sobbed, clinging to her middle son, so tight, Harry was sure Fred would develop bruises.

It's all thanks to Hermione, mum I promise I'll tell you everything but right now I need to speak to my fiancé," Fred tried too plicate. Hermione, Harry's eyes widened at the name of his best friend, she wasn't here in the hall, how could she be responsible for a mass resurrection. She might be the smartest person he knew but, certainly not capable of such a momentous, never before accomplished task.

I'll find her," he said, stepping towards the open doors of the Great Hall, determined to track down his friend and reunite her with her fiancé but the task was unnecessary because there she stood, eyes wide, staring into the room, her eyes fixed on Fred.