When Hermione finally came back to, she realized that she was in the hospital wing. She felt like she had been run over with a truck, or the Hogwarts express. Atleast it felt like her magic was back. She cast a wandless tempus charm noticing that it was after 10 in the morning. She had missed breakfast!

Frustrated Hermione swung her legs over the edge of the bed standing up and striping herself out of the hospital gown. Within minutes she had her cloths and apprentice robes back on with her wand back in the wrist holster under her robes. Hermione looked in the mirror, it was clear that her style did nothing for her looks. She looked like a prude or a middle-aged woman instead of a young witch in her early 20s. she wondered if her soulmate or mates would want her for her instead of what she looked like. Hermione shook her head and picked up her bag from the floor, she strode out of the infirmary with a purpose in every stride.

Hermione went straight to her quarters, she put her bag on the desk and walked to her kitchenette. She grabbed crooks cat bowl and got to work to get the can of cat food open. Crookshanks appeared at her heels meowing for his breakfast. He was being louder then usual, which she guessed was his way of showing his anger for her not being home last night to give him his treats.

"sorry crooks."

That seems to be all that was needed to make her familiar happy, Hermione went and made herself some toast. After putting some jam on her toast, she walked to her desk and started taking books out only leaving in what she would need for her day as well as some extra parchment and self-inking quills. Hermione grabbed her bag and walked out of her rooms almost as quickly as she had come in. walking into Minnie's classroom, Hermione noticed no letters for her with tasks, so she walked back out and checked the charms classroom getting the same result. Without any tasks from her 'masters' she walked to the library to continue research.

Taking her normal spot in the back of the library she dumped her bag into the seat beside her and started pulling out books. Getting straight to work she became lost to the world; half the day was gone when a sudden shout drew her away from her project. Hermione blinked a few times as she looked up in surprise as Minerva was running towards her. This was becoming a all too familiar scene and Hermione had a feeling this time she wouldn't enjoy what was about to come. She found herself feeling weary, and she wasn't sure why.

"Hermione! We must go, NOW! Apparently, the resurrection stone isn't the only thing that can bring back the dead!"

She told her firmly, slight fear and anxiety edging her tone. It was enough for Hermione to stand up quickly and follow Minerva as she ran out of the library. Confusion soon began to fill Hermione as she jogged after Minerva who had just run out of the castle and was heading to the castle gates. Where on earth could they be going?

The second both were outside the gates Minerva grabbed Hermione's arm and with a stern look apparated the pair of them to where they needed to go. The first thing Hermione saw when they arrived at their destination was water and a stone bridge that she had crossed many times with the boys.

"Hogsmeade? Why are we here? Minerva?"

She asked, glancing at the older woman only to see she had gone quiet and had a pale face, looking rather sick. Curious, Hermione turned to see what she was looking at and immediately wished she hadn't.

2 skeletons were hovering in the air, and anyone could feel the powerful, ancient magic that surrounded the pair. Hermione mentally noted it must be some form of protection, but not only that as it seemed to be regenerating the skeletons. In fact, both of their left feet were covered in tissue, muscle, veins and skin. This regeneration seemed to be slowly proceeding up the ankle, and Hermione guessed it would cover the entire body soon.

"What happened?"

Hermione whispered, her voice a mixture of fear, horror and awe.

"Jacoby Buckshore, the owner of that new Apothecary down the road, was walking over the bridge when the river, out of the blue, spat out these 2 skeletons into the air. They them moved in mid-air to hover over the bridge and since then they haven't moved. They have just stayed there, Regenerating. He's put a charm on them so no one can see them but us, but I had to put a spell on him, so he won't remember any of this, that is unless we say a specific sentence. He didn't want the memory, but I thought it might be better not to lose it completely."

The whole time Minerva explained she was unable to take her eyes off the 2 skeletons.

"you don't think it's…."

Hermione whispered, unable to finish her q2uestion although Minerva knew exactly what she couldn't say.

"Yes. It's just too much of a coincidence that these two appear shortly after you do that spell. We will have to get them back to Hogwarts and into a private room somewhere before the charm wears off. Hopefully, also before they are fully regenerated. It would be best to have that kind of conversation in private."

Minerva told her, stepping into the authoritarian role easily. Hermione raised and eyebrow in question when her 'Master' simply stared at her.

"since they are for you, I assume only your magic or your requests to said magic surrounding the pair will get them to move."

The older witch told her, causing Hermione to blush as she realized she should have known that. Brightest witch of her age, indeed!

"Right."

She began before turning to the skeletons.

"um..., could you please follow us back to Hogwarts?"

To both of their surprise the magical bubble holding the 2 skeletons moved up and down as if agreeing to the request. Whilst both were indeed shocked by this, Minerva was the first to do something. Hermione watched wide eyed as the older woman disappeared with a crack, leaving her with the pair of skeletons. When she did the spell, this is not what she though the results would be. Sighing in frustration, Hermione too than disappeared with a crack. When she reappeared outside the gates of Hogwarts, she not only saw Minerva there but the skeletons as well.

"Bloody hell!"

She cursed, shocked they could transport (because who knows how else they got there so fast.) Placing a hand over her racing heart, she soon turned and followed Minerva onto Hogwarts' grounds. Hermione did her best to ignore the following skeletons as she made her way across the grounds and through Hogwarts castle whilst following the headmistress. To her surprise through they ended up at her quarters. Hermione came to a sudden halt.

"You can't be serious?! I can't keep them in my quarters. It's MINE! I've never lived with a boy other than crooks. I'm not going to start with tow regenerating skeletons – Who I might add I don't know! We have no idea who they are, how they died, what age they died, nor what age they will be when they come back to life! It's insane. Not only that but I suspect they will be naked. NAKED!"

Hermione Ranted, waving her arms in large gestures as she spoke. To her frustration Minerva simply chuckled before walking away, leaving Hermione with the said skeletons which to her annoyance had stayed hovering right beside her. She turned around to glare at them in annoyance.

"you won't go anywhere else but my quarters, will you?"

She asked the magic, and the magic moved side to did in a very no like gesture. Hermione could have sworn the air crackled with some kind of smugness, but she decided to put in down to being tired as well as her magic still was not done recharging. That couldn't seriously happen. Sighing, Hermione turned buck to the portrait she used as her door, the painting was of a river with a playful otter swimming in it. Hermione spoke softly;

"Home, Sweet, Home."

Stepping back, the portrait swung wade to allow the trio entrance into the abode. Before Hermione could even tell the magic where to go it went straight to her bedroom. Eyes wide, Hermione hurried after it only to find that the 2 skeletons now laid on her bed. The things that had been on her bed was now on the floor. That wasn't the only thing now it seems that the skeletons had regenerated up to the knees, the rate of regrowth seems to be getting faster. Was it from being in her presence?

"you can't be serious! That's my bed. You can't just stay there. I must sleep, and they'll stain it. Regrowing must be messy business. Besides, I don't even know what wounds you had when you died! What if the wounds are still there when you're done? This is insane. I just wanted one soulmate. Just one so I wouldn't have to forget about magic and be shunned from this world or having to marry some idiot that wouldn't know how to have an intelligent conversation!"

She ranted, but the skeletons and the ancient magic simply ignored her. Clearly nothing she said or did was going to change anything. Finding this all too overwhelming, and entirely frustrating, Hermione stormed from her bed chamber with only one place in mind. She was going to the library; she would finish her day's work and hope to god by the time she went back to her rooms everything would be normal.