Title – Harry Potter: Return to the Chamber
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – It's all, sadly, J.K. Rowling's. I would do so many things, such things I would do, if only it were all mine…
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
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"Let's go!" Hermione said, stepping forward into the crevice.
"Hold on," Ron said. "What about April?"
"Harry killed the basilisk, don't you remember? She'll be fine," she reassured him. "There aren't any more monsters."
Ron couldn't help feeling that Hermione was wrong, but he let Hermione take their daughter with them.
"But I'm going first. Don't come down until I give the signal. If its too dangerous, then I want you to conjure some sort of playpen thingy and have Moaning Myrtle to watch April," Ron instructed. Hermione quickly agreed.
"Okay, remember, wait till I give the signal," Ron said as he clambered through the hole. He heard April gurgle, then he slid down into the blackness.
He found himself in the familiar area, where Lockhart had tried to blast them with a Memory Charm, but had hit himself instead.
Ron noticed, as he glanced around for possible dangers, that the damages had been repaired. The room looked totally intact.
"Okay, come on down," Ron called. "It looks s-"
But before he could finish his sentence, Hermione appeared – alone – behind him.
"Where's April?"
"I left her with Myrtle anyway. She was begging to let me take care of her, complaining how her parents never let her babysit when she was a child, so I let her watch April. Y'know, just to shut her up."
Ron chuckled. Then he and Hermione both lit their wands ("Lumos!") and advanced across the room. They entered through a large white door, but the room was empty.
"C'mon, Hermione, let's go, this one's empty," Ron sighed, turning around to explore the next room.
"No no no, look, Ron," Hermione said. She pointed with her wand at an object in the middle of the room.
She and Ron moved toward the object. As their wandlight fell upon it, Ron noticed more details. It was white, about three feet high, looked like it was made of marble, and resembled a Muggle birdbath (although Ron had no idea what a birdbath was).
"I've read about these," Hermione gasped.
What hasn't she read about? Ron asked himself.
"Its called a Life Breather. You light a fire in the center, and tell it things about a dead person and its supposed to bring people back to life. The catch is, it only works on uneasy souls. People who had unfinished business before they died. Harry probably is 'uneasy,' because he never killed You-Know-Who."
"Okay," Ron said, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "What do we do first?"
"Light a fire, genius."
Hermione strode forward and pointed her wand at the center of the Life Breather.
"Incendio!" (A/N: At least, I think that's the fire spell!)
A bright blue flame erupted from the center of the bowl. Hermione leapt back just in time to avoid getting singed.
"Okay, now what?"
"Now we tell the Life Breather some things about Harry, so it knows who to resurrect. It knows no names, so you can't just say, 'Bring back Harry Potter'," she added, accurately predicting what Ron was going to say next. "So… would you like to start?"
"Urm… all right." He stepped up to the Life Breather and muttered, "He always tried to succeed at what he did."
"He had few friends, but the ones he had loved him dearly," Hermione added.
"He was sort of quiet at times."
"His death was the work of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
Ron was about to add something else when the Life Breather began to shake violently. A dark figure arose, hidden behind a shroud of cloudy smoke that had risen from the Life Breather.
As the smoke cleared, the figure began to materialize. As the person's form solidified, they realized who it was that had risen from the ashes.
They both gasped incredulously, "Peter Pettigrew?"