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CHAPTER - 8
On her way to Hogwarts she was thinking of where to find that ancient book. It was clear that not in the library beacause if it was there then anyone probadly knew that there is a way to save Harry Potter.
Even though she knew that it was not in the library it was important to look for it anyway. Maybe she'll find anything that can help her at least to find the book. But there was another problem as well. She haven't got a permission from the teacher to visit the restricted section of the library.
" Oh, my... too many problems and I haven't got much time...I can't do all this in such a short time..." - she thought. " But I have to." - she added. There was only one person who could give her a permission - and it was Reamus Lupin. Hermione walked into the DADA classroom. Professor Lupin was sitting on an oak chair near the window. Sun beams were making their way through the glass and touching Lupin's face gently. Small tears were shining like diamonds on his face, his eyes were closed, lips were trembling...
- Professor...? Excuse me....
He opened his eyes and turned to face her. Hermione noticed that his eyes were red from tears and his face was even paler then before the full moon.
- Can I ask you to do something for me ?
- What is it ? - he asked in indifferent tone.
- Can you give me a permission to visit the restricted section of the library ?
- Of course. - he simply answered. He took a sheet of parchment and wrote what Hermione asked him to write. Then he handed it to her. She siezed it like a saving circle. It was her ticket...a ticket to Harry's revival.
- Thank's, professor Lupin ! - she said excitedly and ran out of the classroom and into the library. She showed her permisson to madam Pince and walked into restricted section. As always it was a bit dark in there. But the rest of the library was quite bright. She was walking along the rows of the bookshelfs thinking of where to begin. There were so many books ! It'll took many days to find the required one. She decided to start searching the book in the "Ghosts" section. But after a few hours of serching there was no result. No at all. Then she was serching the book in "Death" section. But like before - nothing. There was no book with the title "Life and Death".There were a lot of books describing different kind of death or how to kill a person secretly by using a special potion and other things like that. But not a word about the revival from death. Hermione stood from her seat and started to walk here and there.
- It's hopeless ! How can I find this book ?! I don't even know where to look for it ! - she cryed outloud. She leant against the wall right in the end of the library and suddenly felt that the wall started to move, She fell to the floor and felt a cold wind blowing from behind her. She stood up and noticed that the wall removed and a small room appeared. Hermione stepped inside and saw a lot of bookshelfs with dusty books on it. She slowly approached one of the shelfs and started to search the book " Life and Death ". Somehow she knew that it was there waiting for her... somewhere among the other books... She was looking at the titles : " 100 terrible ways to kill a man ", " 1000 destructive spells ", " How to tame manticore ", " How to create Basilisk ", " Life and Death ".... She stopped. Her eyes widened. She reread the title not believing that she finally found the book she was serching for. Her heart was beating hard. Trembling from excitement she quickly took the book from the shelf and went out of the room. As soon as she got out from it the wall was back on it's place as if ther were no secret room at all. Hermione stood there for a few minutes looking at the wall. She still couldn't believe that she was so lucky. She just leant against the wall and accidently found a secret area of the library ! How could it be ?
"Well, anyway I have the book now and I have very little time to think up the spell, figure out how to bring Harry's body on the field and save him. No time to lose. " - she said to herself. With book in her arms she sat at the table and started to read. The book was really old and it was clear that only few people touched it since it was written. There was no author's name so 'Mione didn't know who wrote it. There were a lot of illustrations showing the process of revival. The text was written with a terrible handwrting and it was very hard to understand anything. " Just like Ron's.. " - Hermione thought with a smile. After an hour of reading she finally understood what to do. She took a piece of parchment, a quil, a bottle with ink and started to write different kind of spells. But all of them seem wrong to her. They weren't coming from her heart. She was thinking about Harry and how she desparately wanted to save him and all these thought were disturbing her. She couldn't concentrate on what she was writing. She was trying to get rid of this thoughts but it was too hard. Finally she decided that it was time to take a break and try to release her head from any kind of thoughts. But again she was thinking about the tommorow's evening. It was so risky.., what if something will go wrong and she won't save him ? What if the spell that she will invent will appear to be wrong ? It was terrible ! There were so many doubts inside of her that it was almost impossible to think clearly. She was looking in space trying to convince herself that everything will be alright and then all of sudden a head appeared in the middle of the table. It was Harry's head. Hermione screamed and fell off the bench on wich she was sitting. Horror appeared on her face. Of course she had seen a lot of ghousts in Hogwarts but...but this was different. It was Harry's ghoust !
Harry looked at her with confusion and floated above the table in complete growth. " Thank's god that there's no one in the library during this time especially in the restricted section. They would've died ! " Hermione thought.
- Don't be afraid... - the ghoust whispered. I've come to see you. Oh, Hermione... please don't be so sad... - Harry quickly added noticing that her eyes bacame wet from tears and her lips started to tremble. - I'm glad that we were in time to reconcile...
- Do you wanna live again ? - Hermione asked with hope in her eyes.
Harry was silence for a long time and it scared 'Mione. She read in the book that wizards can bring a dead man to life only if this person really want to be alive again.
- What does your silence mean ? - she asked.
- You see...I wanted to but it's impossible and you know that. Then why are you asking me this ? Let's talk about other more important things like...
- But I know how to bring you to life ( A/N : Oh...I'm remembering my favourite song - Evanescense " Bring me to life " :)) ) ! - she almost screamed interrupting him.
- Really ?! Well, then... - he sat in the air. - Talk.
- All you have to do - is to be on a field right in the center of it tomorrow night. There will be a thunder-storm...
- That's all ? - Harry asked quite surprised.
- I'll do everything else.
- Okay.
There was a pause during wich the two were looking at each other with the same expression on their faces - the expression of pain. It was so hard for them to see each other again. Harry felt pain because he was looking at Hermione with a realisation that he hasn't told her about his feelings and this was definetly not the right time to do it. And Hermione was looking at Harry srtuggling with the urge to take him in a warm embrase. He was a ghoust, a spirit wich made Harry so gentle and kind, so brave and loyal to all the people he loved. And now there is a chance that she will never see him again...maybe something will really go wrong and there will be no chance to save Harry. "Then he'll never know how I feel about him...I can't let this happen ! " - she said to herself.
- Are you...living here ?
- Yeah, kinda... There's no one here almost all day...and I just don't wanna anyone to see me...
- Yeah, you did the right thing. I was scared to death when I saw you !
- You think it's so easy for me ?
- Everyone must go through this ?
- Yes. People must know what it's like - to be ghoust befor they will make a choice. But not everyone. Some people choose to go where we all go without fluctuation.
- I guess you decided to think what is best ?
- I wanted to feel what is it like...and I wanted to see you for the last time.
Hermione lowered her eyes and felt that tears started to slip down her chicks.
- Don't lower your eyes...I understand that it's hard for you to look at me. But still...
- No... it's not about that... I just can't believe that you're gone.
- I'm not gone. I'm here. And even if you wouldn't find a way to bring me to life I would choose to stay here with you...as a ghoust of course...but stll... Well, you got me ?
- Yes. I got your point.
- How's the others ?
- Everyone are walking sadly along the corridore or just sitting in their dorms. Lupin for example is sitting in his classrom all the time...speechless... Dumbldore must've sent a letter to Sirius... Harry, I just wanna tell you, that I'm really sorry about the hole thing...it was such a stupid quarrel and...
- Don't be sorry. It's alright. I can't be mad at you. At least for a long time. So...it's alright. Don't blame yourself for what had happend. Understand ?
- Yeah...right.
- Let's talk about something else. I think you will need to bring my body on the field, right ? How are you going to do this ?
- I have an idea....
Well ? Tell me what you think ! Your opinions are very important for me.
CHAPTER - 8
On her way to Hogwarts she was thinking of where to find that ancient book. It was clear that not in the library beacause if it was there then anyone probadly knew that there is a way to save Harry Potter.
Even though she knew that it was not in the library it was important to look for it anyway. Maybe she'll find anything that can help her at least to find the book. But there was another problem as well. She haven't got a permission from the teacher to visit the restricted section of the library.
" Oh, my... too many problems and I haven't got much time...I can't do all this in such a short time..." - she thought. " But I have to." - she added. There was only one person who could give her a permission - and it was Reamus Lupin. Hermione walked into the DADA classroom. Professor Lupin was sitting on an oak chair near the window. Sun beams were making their way through the glass and touching Lupin's face gently. Small tears were shining like diamonds on his face, his eyes were closed, lips were trembling...
- Professor...? Excuse me....
He opened his eyes and turned to face her. Hermione noticed that his eyes were red from tears and his face was even paler then before the full moon.
- Can I ask you to do something for me ?
- What is it ? - he asked in indifferent tone.
- Can you give me a permission to visit the restricted section of the library ?
- Of course. - he simply answered. He took a sheet of parchment and wrote what Hermione asked him to write. Then he handed it to her. She siezed it like a saving circle. It was her ticket...a ticket to Harry's revival.
- Thank's, professor Lupin ! - she said excitedly and ran out of the classroom and into the library. She showed her permisson to madam Pince and walked into restricted section. As always it was a bit dark in there. But the rest of the library was quite bright. She was walking along the rows of the bookshelfs thinking of where to begin. There were so many books ! It'll took many days to find the required one. She decided to start searching the book in the "Ghosts" section. But after a few hours of serching there was no result. No at all. Then she was serching the book in "Death" section. But like before - nothing. There was no book with the title "Life and Death".There were a lot of books describing different kind of death or how to kill a person secretly by using a special potion and other things like that. But not a word about the revival from death. Hermione stood from her seat and started to walk here and there.
- It's hopeless ! How can I find this book ?! I don't even know where to look for it ! - she cryed outloud. She leant against the wall right in the end of the library and suddenly felt that the wall started to move, She fell to the floor and felt a cold wind blowing from behind her. She stood up and noticed that the wall removed and a small room appeared. Hermione stepped inside and saw a lot of bookshelfs with dusty books on it. She slowly approached one of the shelfs and started to search the book " Life and Death ". Somehow she knew that it was there waiting for her... somewhere among the other books... She was looking at the titles : " 100 terrible ways to kill a man ", " 1000 destructive spells ", " How to tame manticore ", " How to create Basilisk ", " Life and Death ".... She stopped. Her eyes widened. She reread the title not believing that she finally found the book she was serching for. Her heart was beating hard. Trembling from excitement she quickly took the book from the shelf and went out of the room. As soon as she got out from it the wall was back on it's place as if ther were no secret room at all. Hermione stood there for a few minutes looking at the wall. She still couldn't believe that she was so lucky. She just leant against the wall and accidently found a secret area of the library ! How could it be ?
"Well, anyway I have the book now and I have very little time to think up the spell, figure out how to bring Harry's body on the field and save him. No time to lose. " - she said to herself. With book in her arms she sat at the table and started to read. The book was really old and it was clear that only few people touched it since it was written. There was no author's name so 'Mione didn't know who wrote it. There were a lot of illustrations showing the process of revival. The text was written with a terrible handwrting and it was very hard to understand anything. " Just like Ron's.. " - Hermione thought with a smile. After an hour of reading she finally understood what to do. She took a piece of parchment, a quil, a bottle with ink and started to write different kind of spells. But all of them seem wrong to her. They weren't coming from her heart. She was thinking about Harry and how she desparately wanted to save him and all these thought were disturbing her. She couldn't concentrate on what she was writing. She was trying to get rid of this thoughts but it was too hard. Finally she decided that it was time to take a break and try to release her head from any kind of thoughts. But again she was thinking about the tommorow's evening. It was so risky.., what if something will go wrong and she won't save him ? What if the spell that she will invent will appear to be wrong ? It was terrible ! There were so many doubts inside of her that it was almost impossible to think clearly. She was looking in space trying to convince herself that everything will be alright and then all of sudden a head appeared in the middle of the table. It was Harry's head. Hermione screamed and fell off the bench on wich she was sitting. Horror appeared on her face. Of course she had seen a lot of ghousts in Hogwarts but...but this was different. It was Harry's ghoust !
Harry looked at her with confusion and floated above the table in complete growth. " Thank's god that there's no one in the library during this time especially in the restricted section. They would've died ! " Hermione thought.
- Don't be afraid... - the ghoust whispered. I've come to see you. Oh, Hermione... please don't be so sad... - Harry quickly added noticing that her eyes bacame wet from tears and her lips started to tremble. - I'm glad that we were in time to reconcile...
- Do you wanna live again ? - Hermione asked with hope in her eyes.
Harry was silence for a long time and it scared 'Mione. She read in the book that wizards can bring a dead man to life only if this person really want to be alive again.
- What does your silence mean ? - she asked.
- You see...I wanted to but it's impossible and you know that. Then why are you asking me this ? Let's talk about other more important things like...
- But I know how to bring you to life ( A/N : Oh...I'm remembering my favourite song - Evanescense " Bring me to life " :)) ) ! - she almost screamed interrupting him.
- Really ?! Well, then... - he sat in the air. - Talk.
- All you have to do - is to be on a field right in the center of it tomorrow night. There will be a thunder-storm...
- That's all ? - Harry asked quite surprised.
- I'll do everything else.
- Okay.
There was a pause during wich the two were looking at each other with the same expression on their faces - the expression of pain. It was so hard for them to see each other again. Harry felt pain because he was looking at Hermione with a realisation that he hasn't told her about his feelings and this was definetly not the right time to do it. And Hermione was looking at Harry srtuggling with the urge to take him in a warm embrase. He was a ghoust, a spirit wich made Harry so gentle and kind, so brave and loyal to all the people he loved. And now there is a chance that she will never see him again...maybe something will really go wrong and there will be no chance to save Harry. "Then he'll never know how I feel about him...I can't let this happen ! " - she said to herself.
- Are you...living here ?
- Yeah, kinda... There's no one here almost all day...and I just don't wanna anyone to see me...
- Yeah, you did the right thing. I was scared to death when I saw you !
- You think it's so easy for me ?
- Everyone must go through this ?
- Yes. People must know what it's like - to be ghoust befor they will make a choice. But not everyone. Some people choose to go where we all go without fluctuation.
- I guess you decided to think what is best ?
- I wanted to feel what is it like...and I wanted to see you for the last time.
Hermione lowered her eyes and felt that tears started to slip down her chicks.
- Don't lower your eyes...I understand that it's hard for you to look at me. But still...
- No... it's not about that... I just can't believe that you're gone.
- I'm not gone. I'm here. And even if you wouldn't find a way to bring me to life I would choose to stay here with you...as a ghoust of course...but stll... Well, you got me ?
- Yes. I got your point.
- How's the others ?
- Everyone are walking sadly along the corridore or just sitting in their dorms. Lupin for example is sitting in his classrom all the time...speechless... Dumbldore must've sent a letter to Sirius... Harry, I just wanna tell you, that I'm really sorry about the hole thing...it was such a stupid quarrel and...
- Don't be sorry. It's alright. I can't be mad at you. At least for a long time. So...it's alright. Don't blame yourself for what had happend. Understand ?
- Yeah...right.
- Let's talk about something else. I think you will need to bring my body on the field, right ? How are you going to do this ?
- I have an idea....
Well ? Tell me what you think ! Your opinions are very important for me.