The five were happy to see the old man's twinkling smile again. It was funny, he had been an old man since they were born, and now, after they were supposed to be dead, he was still an old man.

They walked inside the house, finding the door unlocked. Dumbledore met them at the bottom of the stairs, as they stood awkwardly in the entrance room of his extravagant home.

"I can't help but notice that you were all somewhere in your nineties 5 years ago, and last time I checked you were all dead. Yet now, you stand before me, fit as a fiddle, not a day older than 25!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"You don't miss a thing now, do you?" Ginny said, laughing.

"Yeah…we aren't quite sure how that happened," said Ron.

Hermione looked at the floor. So she had been dead.

"But I have a feeling that Ms. Granger does…" Dumbledore trailed off.

"I think I might have maybe…reincarnated us all or something…" She said.

"What else do you think, Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore pushed her to proceed.

"I think perhaps…I might have made a tiny little wish. As I fell asleep last night…I wished that I had a second chance to live my life, the way I wanted to live it," Hermione explained.

"Oh, I see. I might also point out that this is the first reincarnation, if that is indeed what it is, in wizard history," Dumbledore said, sounding disapproving but also slightly impressed.

"Well it was a wish, so I don't know if it was really me who did it."

"Oh, but it wasn't a wish, Ms. Granger," He said knowingly.

"But I said 'I wish that'--" But Hermione didn't finish telling them because she was cut off by Dumbledore.

"You may have said the words 'I wish' a hundred times, but the fact of the matter is that you are a very powerful which. It appears to me that you wanted your wish to come true so badly that you subconsciously created a spell to make it so. You have created life out of death, by a mere thought. I am guessing you did not even speak the words out loud."

"No, professor, I didn't," She confirmed.

"So now you have a new life, all five of you. And a chance to make everything you couldn't do before happen. Use it wisely," The old man advised them, "But that isn't really the point…I suppose you will need somewhere to live. You'll stay here. I have at least two spare rooms…one for the men and one for the women, I think."

Ron and Harry looked with disgust at Malfoy.

"Go up the stairs and to the left. The rooms are the first two on your right."

They trudged up the stairs, Harry and Ron looking entirely annoyed at their sleeping arrangements.

"I am not rooming with him," Ron hissed in Hermione's ear.

"Ron, really, how could you say that? Harry's your best friend!" Hermione said.

"Not Harry…him."

Ron nodded over to Malfoy, looking at him as if he were a piece of gum he had found stuck to the underside of a desk.

"Oh, Ronald, don't be a child."

"Fine, then! You room with him!" Ron said.

"I'm not staying with you, Herm, if he's there!" Ginny said, adding, rather apologetically, "sorry."'

"Fine, at least I can be a grown up about this." Hermione said. She had to admit she was rather upset herself, but she wasn't about to make a huge deal over staying with Malfoy, since it wasn't as if they would be there for a very long time.

When she entered the room, she saw two queen sized beds with silky pastel canopies over them. There were white armchairs in the room as well, a desk, a couch, nightstands, and lamps. The room was rather delicate looking.

Hermione heard bickering out in the hallway and caught snatches of conversation, phrases like "go" and "shut up" and "no way", before a defeated Malfoy sulked into the room and sat down on one of the beds, pushing aside the canopy.

"What, it's not like I'm happy either!" Hermione spat when he looked at her.