The Call

By: KumikoVegeta

Email: T may change to M

Genre: Horror

Summary: I don't see anymore. All I see is dirt and bugs. I can hear him call me. What happened? Hey! Can you here me? Please don't cry, dig me out. This will be told from the point of view of everybody and their reactions.

Disclaimer: I do not own this World. That is for JK. I am merely telling a tale. Enjoy

Chapter two

Hermonie's POV

Seventh Year, what a wonderful and yet horrifying experience. This is the last year I will walk through these halls. The last time I will help Ron and Harry fight evil and try to get them to get their homework done on time. The last time I will get extra points for my House. Well it had to come to an end one day. The Seventh Year started out as they always do. The Sorting. The Feast. The happy voices. But I am forgetting myself. This year is different isn't it? For starters, half of Slytherin is missing and one of our Teachers is gone. But the most important is the Headmaster. He is also gone. But he can't come back. In his steed is Mistress McGonagall. She is very tight lipped this evening. I watch Ron eating; he is being a slob as always. I can feel myself grow disgusted and turn away. Next to him is my other best friend, Harry. He is quiet. It is to be expected, he was there when it happened. He witnessed the betrayal. I feel sorry for him; he always gets the short stick. I notice it is time to take the First years to the Gryffindor Dorms. Ron and I rise to take them and I suddenly have an urge to look at Harry.

"Harry will you be ok or would you like to come with us?" I don't know why, but I felt the need to hug him and tell him the world would be ok. I just barely stopped myself. Instead I touched his shoulder.

"I'll be fine Monie'." Ron patted his shoulder and we left. I looked back at him as we walked away and thought I saw a flash of light. It was so brief and so fast that I doubt my eyes. Looking back on it now I should have said something. I should have went back and told him that I loved him. I did not and I will regret it forever.

HGHGHGHGHGH

One month had passed. One month of odd feelings and weird notions that I had. It was like someone was trying to tell me something. But I just couldn't understand. I knew it had something to do with Harry; that I was aware of, but I didn't know why or how. It was regular Saturday morning. Ron and I were sitting at the table eating. I remember asking him where Harry was. He told me that Harry had gone to bed early yesterday. That he hadn't been feeling well. I told him to let Harry sleep and that if he wasn't up by the time we were ready to leave to go to Hogsmead that we would let him sleep.

Harry was still sleep when we were ready to leave two hours later. So we left him. This was a normal thing, going to Hogsmead without him. He would usually stay in and read or study in the last month so I never had too many bad feelings about it. But as we walked around Hogsmead I kept getting a bad feeling. That something was wrong. Very wrong. Ron told me to calm down. That nothing was wrong. I tried to shake it off and was doing a good job of it. We went back with the rest of the school. Dinner was starting in 30 minutes and I told Ron to go up and get Harry since he wasn't at the door to greet us like usual.

I can remember the next moment with clarity. I remember the noise in the Great Hall. I remember that the House Elves were serving Chicken A La King. It wasn't bad, but not the best I'd ever had. I remember the first years laughing and the ceiling was bright with stars. I was talking to Ginny about Herbology, Neville joining in with his own information. I remember smiling at them both. Ginny and Harry were good together but Ginny needed someone her fiery self could dominate. I remember that I wondered if Life could get any better and what was taking Ron and Harry so long.

"Well where is my pig headed brother? I could have sworn he was with you at Hogsmead." Ginny asked before putting a biscuit in her mouth. She had much better manners than Ron.

"I sent him up to get Harry. He wasn't awake when we left so we let him sleep."

"They probably got caught on the stairs."

"Yeah maybe."

Just then the doors to the Great Hall opened with a slam and Ron came in running. His face was so red and was that tears? I got up as he ran by me. He whispered in the Headmistress' ear and she jumped up so fast yelling orders to the other staff. He rushed over to me and stood in front of me. I searched his eyes, there was only pain. Horrible soul agonizing pain. I just knew. I knew, but I wanted to hear him say it. Ginny jumped up beside me, all of Gryffindor was staring at us. Hell the whole Great Hall was a hush.

"Ron, where is Harry? I told you to go get him." My voice was thick with emotions and I had to fight back my own tears. I wanted him to tell me. Tell me what my mind had been trying to warn me for a month.

"He's. He's. Harry is." That was all he got out before my knees buckled under me and I let out a shriek that I can't remember doing. The tears flowed from my eyes like rivers and I remember someone trying to tell me to get up. That I would be ok. The words of comfort did nothing for me. They led me out of the Great Hall, walking me to the Lake where I could vent. They didn't want to take me to the Dorm because that was where his body was. I screamed his name over and over. I begged the people around me to tell me that Ron was lying. I called Ron a liar. I told them that Harry can't be dead. That this wasn't how it would go. I started to get hysterical, they later told me. They told me they had to stun me.

They announced it the next day in the Great Hall. That Harry had died of Heart Complications. That he just went to sleep and never woke up. I was not there; I was in the hospital under a sleeping potion. I was out for a whole day, before they woke me. Just in time for his funeral. It had been a disaster. There were so much press and so many people that didn't know him or even cared. My parents had come to support me and as did Ron's parents. Most of the Order had come, out of respect and out of fear that Voldemort and his minions would come and attack Harry's body. People were crying over his body and leaving all sorts of inappropriate things in his coffin. All of Gryffindor walked over to his coffin, each leaving a memento for Harry, till it was Ron and me left. I looked down on my best friend and could feel my resolve wavering. I slowly picked the rings and pictures of people he didn't know out of the coffin. I took out a tissue and wiped the smeared lipstick off of his cheeks and lips. Ron placed his hand on my shoulder as I kissed Harry's head one last time.

'Why are you so sad Hermonie? I have finally gone to see my parents, and Sirius. There will be no more pain.'

I could hear his voice in my ear and I could feel the tears falling down my face. I closed the coffin and allowed Ron to lead me away. The reporters tried to take pictures but they were unable to. I sat in the back with my other Housemates, Ron sat on my left and Ginny on my right. Each held my hand tightly as people began speeches about things they didn't know about. I was snorting about something Fudge said; to be quite honest I have no idea what he said because his words are shit. Excuse my language please. I turned my head towards the right. Ginny was crying into a small napkin. All this time I had thought of my grief and had not thought of hers. She was his ex-girlfriend. It must have been horrible for her. Before I could say something though everything stopped. No one moved or cried. It was like a photograph was taken. I began looking all around me at the different people. Then I heard something. Looking towards the front I see Harry's coffin lid rise.

I was scared. I saw him start to get out of the coffin. My heart stopped. I saw him brush the imaginary dust off his suit and begin to look around. He saw me and he walked towards me. It was my Harry. He didn't look dead or even walk weird. He stopped in front of me and smiled.

'Hermonie, crying are why sitting here you?'

"Harry? I don't understand what you are saying?

'Me have help you to. Only you're hope my'

"You aren't making any sense. Do you want me to help you? What do you want me to do? Harry you're dead. How can I help you?"

'Knows to Draco dead find how he not help I'm.'

"Malfoy? He knows what? What do you want me to do?" Harry slowly started to walk back towards his coffin. And as if he wasn't dead he crawled back in and closed the lid.

What just happened? I turned towards Ron and Ginny. They were somber. I grabbed their hands and got up. They only gave me sad looks before they followed. I walked past many people before we found a safe spot. I looked at them, not believing what I was about to say or that whatever just happened had happened. Well here goes.

"I just had a vision." Ron looked at me, his eyes going from sad to serious instantly.

"What was it about?" Ginny leaned closer as I described my vision to them.

"Malfoy? Why would Malfoy know what is going on? Is that all he said? How did he look? Was he acting funny or weird?" I only looked at him. Wondering what that had to do with anything.

"Hermonie I keep forgetting you didn't live here all yours life. When a person dies they reach out one more time to the living. Some will choose that time to stay here as a ghost and some will send a message. He picked a message and the way he was saying it means it is important. That he still had his mind enough to tell you the message even if it was scrambled." Ginny spoke for Ron, who had gone pale.

"How will we find Malfoy? Don't you remember he didn't come back? We haven't seen him since the attack on Hogwarts." Ron looked back at me, his face still as pale as it was a minute ago.

"Well if Harry needs Malfoy then we have to find him. C'mon I don't want to stay any longer. We have things to do." I walked away, not really caring if they followed. Harry had come to me and asked me to do something for him. Dead or not I was going to fulfill his last request.

"This Last Adventure is for you Harry."

TBC

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