(A/N): I will start off by responding to one of my reviews:

BigSmoke: I SAID NO FUCKIN FLAMES AND YOU DID IT ANYWAYS! THOUGH YOU'D TEST MY PATIENCE DID YA! YOU DIDN'T EVEN READ ALL THE DAMN CHAPTERS, HAVEN'T YOU EVER HEARD OF DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER . . . I GUESS YOUR JUST STUCK SO FAR UP YOU OWN ASS YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THE DAMN LIGHT, ESPECIALLY NOT A GOOD STORY! NEXT TIME READ THE "WHOLE" STORY BEFORE YOU JUDGE!I HAVE LIKE 14 GOOD REVIEWS AND 2 BAD ONES...DO THE MATH, FUKKTARD! GOOD OUTWEIGHS BAD, DUMBASS...NOT HARD TO GUESS WHAT YOUR MATH GRADES ARE! -SilverSilencer15-

As to all the other reviews, THNKS...keep reviewing! Here's chapter seven, Enjoy guys . . . all except that mindfukked idiot!

Resurrection

Chapter 7

The wounds on the back of their hands had already healed as the sun rose over the rocky foothills just outside the castle grounds. As the sun peaked over the crest of the highest hill, fresh rays of the new day glistened off the powdery, white snow that blanketed the grounds. Harry and Hermione stirred on the couch as the sun shone through the high windows of the Gryffindor common room. They had not gotten much sleep the previous night, for the horrid thoughts, memories, and nauseating picture of the toad-like woman's face still imprinted in their minds.

"Harry . . . we need to go and tell Dumbledore what has happened and why he allowed her back!" Hermione said nervously.

"We can't, it's like last year, he doesn't want to be bothered with our personal problems!" Harry replied.

"Harry, your really starting to annoy me!" Hermione said stubbornly.

"Me . . . annoying you . . . you're the one being a crybaby bitch!"

"Your just being an ass-hole!"

"Crazy whore!"

"Bastard!"

"Look, we need to calm down, Umbridge just has us wired up!" Harry said reassuringly. Hermione gave Harry a suspicious look and said: "I've seen you talking to Cho before! You still like her, I know you do! That's why we're finished, it's just not working out!" Hermione walked over to Harry and gave him a small kiss on the forehead, then headed off to the girls' dormitories. It took a while for Harry to take all of this in. He thought everything was going great.

"Slut," he called, as one last rebel. Since it was the weekend, Harry decided to just stay in the common room all day and work on the mountains of homework he had. As he worked, he noticed several people walking in and out of the common room. He payed no attention to this as it happened every day, you know, no big deal! But Harry noticed that something was different, it was quite . . . too quite. Harry looked up from his tedious work, everyone was whispering and looking over at him occasionally. What could they be talking about, his and Hermione's break up! "This is ridiculous," Harry said to himself. Harry, trying to avoid the tightlipped clamor, gathered up his school bag, ink, quill, and books to go and work in a peaceful place.

As Harry strode through the corridors, he noticed the same thing happening that happened in the common room . . . whispers, stares, and pointed fingers. As he roamed the corridors, he pondered on where he could go. As he turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, he knew where he could go, he thought as he stared at the large blank wall, opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, that he knew housed the Room of Requirement.

Harry approached the large, blank wall, racking his brain to remember what to do next. As he reached the wall, he stared at is excitingly as he remembered. He stepped back a couple of feet and began to pace in front of the wall concentrating hard. "I need a place to work. Somewhere peaceful, where no one can disturb me!" Harry thought carefully. As he finished his third pace, he looked over at the wall and there was a large, polished door. Harry smiled to himself and walked over and grabbed the knob. He pushed the door open and was amazed at what he saw.

The room was decorated with a dark purple wallpaper and lit sconces on each wall. The walls were lined with shelves filled with books from every subject and on one wall was a lit fire in the fireplace. The carpet was a dull color of burgundy and scattered around the room were several cushy armchairs and a couple side-tables with a small lamp on each one. "This is great," Harry whispered to himself. He walked over to one of the armchairs beside of the fire and sat his school bag down beside of him, took out his books, ink, parchment, and quill and started working.

He decided to work on the Potions essay Snape had assigned on Bezoars, first. As he worked deeper and deeper into his essay, his mind began to wonder off the subject of how Bezoars will save a person from most poisons if taken from the stomach of a goat. He thought about Sirius, and how he would be able to get along with life now that he has gone, he thought about the fight he and Hermione had and how life at Hogwarts would be without her at his side all the time, and he thought about what it would feel like to pummel Umbridge with a shovel! That put a smile on his face as he slipped absentmindedly out of his chair in exhaustion, after all, he had been working on his homework for a while now. He woke with a start as his bottom hit the floor. Harry looked at his watch and was surprised that it was already 1:00 p.m., time for Defense Against the Dark Arts class and time again to see the horrid woman who seemed to terrorize Harry's everyday life at Hogwarts. Harry gathered up his belongings and headed out of the Room of Requirement to begin his lonely trek down the corridor to the most unappealing teacher on his schedule, Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge. As Harry continued his journey toward the toad-lie woman's classroom he realized that he and Hermione still had the same schedule, how he could endure looking her in the eye, he did not know.

Harry entered the classroom, trying to avoid making eye contact with Hermione, but noticing nonetheless that she too was avoiding eye contact with him. Harry took his seat in the only available space left, which was, you guessed it, next to Hermione. He sat down and, not saying a word, took out his things and sat them on the table in front of him. He tried and tried to work up the courage to try and talk to Hermione, but his mind just wouldn't allow it and forced him to remain silent.

"Wands away, quills out," came the familiar voice from behind the desk, "and open your books to page 186. Read the chapter which is entitled, 'The Dark Arts and Muggles' , I want a foot and a half of parchment on the chapter to be on my desk Thursday, no excuses!" Harry opened his book in disgust and started reading the chapter without interest so he decide that he would just look at the pictures on the page for a while then turn to the next page and do the same. But, the only picture was of a muggle with a question mark over his head and seemed just as confused as Harry was.

"You owe me an apology!" The person who spoke startled Harry so suddenly that he cricked his neck when trying to see who had spoke. It was Hermione.

"For what," Harry said getting hot-headed.

"Is there something that you and miss Granger would like to share with the class, Mr. Potter," Umbridge said gingerly. Harry shook his head quickly as Umbridge sat down with a small, "Good."

"...Calling me all those names, and losing your temper," Hermione whispered, starting the conversation up again.

"You were the one that aggravated me to that extent," Harry loudly whispered.

"How'd I do that," Hermione shouted, not knowing she had.

"That...is...ENOUGH! You two already have detention for a week, so lets make it two weeks," Umbridge growled. "You to seem to have been the root of trouble for the past year and a half! Now the two of you, gather up your belongings and follow me!" Harry and Hermione angrily stuffed their belongings into their bags and followed Umbridge out of the door and into the corridor. As they followed her, they thought of where they were going and what Umbridge was about to do. Harry was about to tell Hermione that he was sorry about everything that had happened earlier that morning but his concentration was broken as they reached a door in a deserted corridor. On the door, in peeling labels, was, "Argus Filch, Caretaker".

"Wait here," Umbridge instructed, "I will be back in a moment." She knocked and a voice on the other side asked who it was. "It's Dolores," Umbridge said smiling. The door opened, revealing Filch holding his cat, Mrs. Norris, in his arms.

"Come in, dear lady," Filch said delightfully.

"Thank you, Argus," Umbridge said gingerly. As Umbridge stepped inside Filches closet-like office, Filch gave Harry and Hermione a spiteful look then backed into the office and closed the door with a small slam. They could hear them talking but they could not make out what they said. It seemed like they had been waiting forever, so long they sat down, on opposite sides of the door. All this free time had given Harry enough time to think and to build up courage to apologize.

"Hermione...," Harry Started.

"Save it," Hermione shot back. This made Harry mad. He tried to apologize and she threw it in his face. At this point he didn't even care. The door opened in a burst as Umbridge and Filch marched out. "In a moment, Dolores.," Filch said happily.

"Good," Umbridge replied.

Umbridge looked at them both sweetly. "Come with me," she said quickly. They stood up and followed her down the Grand Staircase to what they thought could be their doom. Seventh floor, Fifth floor, Second floor. They had thought they would go into the main hall but instead they continued downward toward the dungeons.

As Umbridge, Harry, and Hermione continued their journey to the Dungeons, Filch was merrily shuffling through an assortment of files, papers, and documents in search for a sinister form. Filch picked up two papers and muttered: "AaHa," under his breath as he scurried out o his office and began his journey in pursuit of the other three. "Permission for whipping, Permission for whipping," he repeated as he descended the staircases. Ron, who happened to be on the fourth floor at the time, (class had dismissed before Umbridge could return), heard Filch muttering this under his breath as he passed him. Could he be talking about Harry and Hermione? He became worried and started asking around to see if anyone had seen the two of them. He had asked several people when he decided that they were probably hiding somewhere and snogging the lives out of each other. Ron couldn't help but smirk as he walked to his next class, Divination.

Ron had been oddly excelling at the art, to his surprise, and had actually received an O.W.L. in it. But this meant that he would be entered into Professor Trelawny's N.E.W.T. classes, which would be dull.

Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge had reached the dungeons. As Harry stepped off of the last stair, a blast of brisk, cold air hit him like a brick wall. Harry tried to inhale but found that the cold air frosted his lungs, causing Harry to gasp for air. It seemed that Hermione was in the same situation because he heard her gasp for breath as well. Harry and Hermione looked around, trying to get a better look at their surroundings but they could only see nothingness, as if they were beyond the veil in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

"Lumos," Hermione whispered. The tip of Hermione's wand illuminated casting a bright, yellow light around the room. Harry and Hermione gasped in unison at what they saw. Lined around the walls were an assortment of chains, harnesses, and whips in their proper holding places.

"Over here you two," said Umbridge with a smirk. Harry heard Hermione gulp loudly as she stepped forward first, Harry not far behind. "Wands," she said strongly. Harry and Hermione placed their wands in her small, stubby hand and remained silent. "This ought to keep you in line," her heard Umbridge whisper to Hermione as she gently pushed her firmly to the wall between a pair of chains. As the toad-like woman fastened the magical shackles to Hermione's wrists and legs he could feel the anger well up inside him. As Umbridge stepped toward Harry so to attach his shackles, Hermione noticed a message engraved into each shackle, it read: Mai ces chaînes retiennent votre esprit, tre, et âme. Hermione, who was fluent in French, knew exactly what it meant. She looked over at Harry, who was looking back at her. They quickly turned their heads, avoiding the others gaze. Harry didn't think about what could be going through her head right now, just that he was mad as heck.

At that moment, they were both startled as Filch burst through the door, with a unmistakable smirk n his face. "It's all here, madame, straight from the Headmaster himself," Filch wheezed.

"Thank you, Argus," Umbridge said calmly. At that Filch gave a low bow and exited the Dungeons with a slight skip in his step. As Filch closed the door with a small 'click', she turned back to the two restrained teenagers and with a large smile said, "Enjoy your stay!" And at that was out of the dungeons, leaving the two to smolder with fear and anger in the coldness of the dark.

Harry's head dropped down to his chest as the affects of fatigue settled into his body. He looked over in Hermione's direction, knowing that he wouldn't be able to see her perfect figure, her hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders. "Hermione...," Harry said, hoping for a response. When she didn't answer, Harry got worried. Maybe she had passed out. They had been in there for three days without food and Umbridge had only brought them a few sips of water. He hated that woman so much! "Hermione," Harry breathed again, his voice raspy from the lack of hydration. Still no answer. Harry began to tug at his chains in hopes of breaking free but knew it was no use. Harry tried to yell out to someone but his dry throat wouldn't let him. But he knew there were probably silencing charms placed around the room, anyway.

Draco Malfoy's hatred for the Gryffindor trio had oddly lifted over the summer. His father, Lucius Malfoy, was a death eater and over the summer had tried to make Draco one as well, but he had refused. This had made his father quite angry, so he said that he would kill Draco's mother if he didn't. He had joined in hopes of sparing his mothers life but Lucius had killed her anyway. So Draco ran, ran away from the damned soul that was his father. He hid in a cave that was in the back of Malfoy Manor, with his clothes and school supplies. Now that the war had started he had changed sides, before the death of his mother, who he missed terribly. He had recently been spying for the Order of the Phoenix, in hopes to gain their trust and show everyone that he wasn't as bad a guy as his father had made him. Ever since he had switched sides, though, he lost most of his friends except for Blaise and Pansy Parkinson. The sudden drop in social status can really hurt a guys ego.

"I wonder where Potter and Granger are," Malfoy muttered to himself. He saw the Weasel walking alone down the corridor and decided to go and ask him. "Hey, Weasley," Malfoy shouted from across the hall. Ron looked at him with suspicion and curiosity as he marched over to where Draco leaned against the wall.

"What'd you want, Malfoy," Ron sneered at the blonde.

"Listen, I know for the past five years I've been all over you and your little friends, but I'd like to start over. Ever since my mother died and everything has happened to my father I am really in no mood to tease anyone much anymore. Truce?" Malfoy's gray eyes were boring deeply into Ron's brown ones. Ron looked hesitantly at Malfoy's outstretched hand. Was Malfoy really done being so. . . .Malfoy-ish? Ron grabbed the boys hand and gave it a firm shake. "So. . .where's Potter and Granger," Malfoy asked for the second time.

"I dunno," Ron said slowly, "I was about to go looking for them yesterday but I think Umbridge was on to me, I think she has something to do with it, do you mind helping me find them?"

"I s'ppose," Malfoy said, "where did they head?"

"I didn't see where they went, but I heard Filch going downstairs a day or two ago, muttering something about 'permission for whipping', d'you think that has anything to do with them," Ron asked worriedly. Malfoy glanced at Ron reassuringly but wiyh a glint of concern in his eye and said, "I-I'm sure they're fine! C'mon." Ron and Malfoy walked out to the Grand Staircase and began their journey down. Malfoy was pretty sure that Filch had been heading to the dungeons which he was pretty sure that they use to keep disobeying students. They had gone so far down that they could see their breath turn to steamy vapor before their very eyes.

They had been walking for a fairly good while now and if they leaned over the banisters slightly they could see the foot of the stairs. Ron and Malfoy had ran the rest of the ways to the bottom, as to possibly 'save' them as quickly as possible. Ron reached for the handle and tried to turn it but it wouldn't budge. "Here.," Malfoy said, pulling out his wand. He pointed it a the door handle and whispered, "Alohamora," He heard the door click and pushed the door open . . . .

His body weakened by exhaustion, Harry's head slowly rose from it's resting place on his chest to see what had made the 'clicking' sound, but knew it wouldn't help for the room remained engulfed by darkness. "Hermione . . . ," Harry whispered desperately, "I think someone's coming . . ." Harry's voice trailed off. Hermione had been unconscious for a day and a half but thought he'd try anyway. His throat was sore from the dry, cold air of the dungeon and the absence of food and water in their diets had made them both dangerously weak. The door opened with a loud squeak and the bright, light from the outside world flowed into the room like a wave. It took a while for his eyes to adjust for his deprivation of light had lasted so long. All he could see was two figures standing in the doorway, obstructing the light, and casting two long shadows against the wall that Harry and Hermione hung in their chains.

Ron and Malfoy were in utter horror when they opened the door and revealed what lay inside the dungeons. There was no time to stand and gawp at the sight. The two ran into the dungeons to rescue the two Gryffindors, but stepped into pure darkness. "Lumos," whispered Malfoy, illuminating the tip of his wand with a powerful yellow light. "Weasley, you get Granger, I'll get Potter," Draco ordered. Ron walked over to Hermione and tryed to pry the chains from Hermione's wrist and ankles. Malfoy, sensing that Ron was having trouble, reached over and waved his wand over her wrists a feet, making the shackles break-away and releasing her from imprisonment. Malfoy did the same to Harry, causing him to fall off the wall and to his knees with helplessness. Malfoy quickly helped him up and propped Harry on his shoulder. He looked over at Ron and saw that he had done the same. "Lets go," he said, almost buckling under Harry's weight. The two of them dragged Harry and Hermione all the way back up to Gryffindor Tower, taking twice as long because of the extra weight. They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, when Draco remembered that he didn't know the password, so he stepped aside to let Ron in front. "Whipped Cream," Ron said quickly, straining under Hermione's weight. The portrait swung open, revealing the door that lead to the Gryffindor common room, and the two of them pulled the other two up the stairs and sat them down on the couch in front of the fire.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Malfoy asked.

"Yea," Harry whispered, ". . . wait, did you call me Harry?"

"Yea, I decided it's time for a truce, I thought friends were on a first name basis." Malfoy said laughingly. Harry looked at him with some curiosity and looked back with a smirk an said, "Yea, they are…Draco." Harry then looked over Draco's shoulder and saw Hermione lying there not moving a muscle. "We have to get her to the Infirmary!" Harry said, jumping up from his place on the couch. The other two nodded their heads as they all got up to carry Hermione to the infirmary. But something had made Harry stop in his tracks. Harry looked closely at Hermione, everything was as perfect as it always was, her golden hair, her full, pink lips, the gentle caress of her cheek, but there was a problem, a problem that made a chill run up the spine of the three of the teenagers, Hermione was not breathing.

The three boys had quickly lifted Hermione from her bed on the couch and had taken off in the direction of the hospital. They had burst through the infirmary doors with a loud bang, startling Madame Promfery. "What do you three think yo-" she stopped dead when saw what the boys were holding in their arms. "Oh, dear, lie her on the bed!" she said nervously. She rushed over to the helpless girl and checked her pulse. She got a look of utter horror on her face and looked at the boys with concern. "What happened?" she said desperately.

At her question, Harry stepped forward. "We were put in the dungeons by Professor Umbridge as a punishment and she left us in there for three and a half days. That's when Draco and Ron found us on the verge of death." Madame Promfery looked Harry at the mention of Draco's name. She then over and reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vile filled with a lumpy, red liquid.

"Here, drink!" she said, thrusting the vial into his hands. Harry took the cork off of the vial, held it up to his lips, and let the bitter liquid slide down his throat. He crinkled his face in disgust and quickly sat the vile down on the table. She looked back down at Hermione with a grim look on her face. "As for her," she said, nodding her way, "I'm afraid it's too late!" Harry looked at her in awe, not sure if he had heard her right. Draco just looked at the floor, while Ron was as shocked as Harry. Draco had been friends for an hour, maybe, and GHermione, was dead! Harry flung himself onto Hermione's stomach, hoping his love for her would fill her with life again. Madame Promfery's eyes filled with tears as she patted him on the shoulder as she left to busy herself with an arrangement of potions. Harry moved down to the floor, curled up in a ball, letting the tears stream down his cheeks and onto the floor. Draco moved down to the floor beside him, swinging an arma round him for comfort. He couldn't get any words of comfort out so he just sat there, listening to Harry pour out his heart in hermiones memory.

Harry had been crying for quite some time, his eyes were now dry but a look of sadness still lay on his face. He stood up and leaned over Hermione's now lifeless body and gave her one final kiss on her cold lips. "I love you!" he whispered into her ear. He straightened up and headed to the door of the hospital. His hand on the had just reached the door as a bright light, illuminated behind him. It was so bright that he couldn't see its source when he turned around. He walked closer to where it seemed to radiate and as he got closer, the object seemed to become more and more familiar. It was the necklace. The mysteriousnecklace Harry had gotten Hermione back in the early winter. Thenecklace always seemed to glow a radiant emerald green, but now it was an immense source of light. He watched closely as thejewl seemed to react to Hermione's lifelessness. It seemed to cause a fluid-like purple substance to flow from Hermione's finger, up her arm, and then throughout the rest of her body. This purple substance had filled every part of her body, as she began to lift from the bed. Everyone around the hospital was staring in awe. Ron and Draco stood by the door with their mouths gaped open. Madame Promfery seemed to have the life scared out of her. Harry didn't know what to think. As Hermione's body slowly returned to its original place on the bed, the purple fluid seemed to fade from her body, as if being absorbed into her very soul.

Harry slowly walked over to where Hermione lay, noticing that there was still no breath escaping her lungs. Her skin seemed paler, and her hair seemed duller. Harry had hoped that whatever was happening to his best friend would return life to her empty shell. As Harry got even closer to the being that was Hermione, he thought that he saw a muscle in her arm twitch, but shook it from his mind. He leaned over his once beloved and swept the hair from her face. His touched seemed to surge a powerful force through her body because she began to convulse in rapid fits. No one came to help him try and awaken the possibly alive Hermione, for fear of doing worse damage. Harry grabbed Hermione's shoulders, trying to still them in her uncontrollable fits. "Hermione, it's okay, it's me, Harry!" But it was no use she continued the seizure until it seemed that her battered body had enough. Harry began crying again, he hated seeing someone like this, especially Hermione. And he had yelled at her, the guilt felt like an immense lump in his throat, he just felt so awful! And then . . . .

: French; May these chains restrain your mind, body, and soul.

(A/N): Tell me what ya think! It'll take longer for me to post chapter eight, it's still not done, but I'm workin on it! I'm sorta running out of ideas though, give me your ideas in those reviews . . .i need a few for some parts that I haven't planned out...they would really help...THANKS!

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