May 21, 2000

Hermione sitting still at her desk in the Ministry distracted by what Ginny had sent early in the morning how Harry's wand broke and his magic lashing out and hurting him.

He was probably at St. Mungo's being looked after and Hermione was here at work not even really doing what she was supposed to.

Hermione sat back in her chair and brought her hand to her mouth and started chewing on her nails, worrying wasn't going to do anything but what could she do?

She was useless in a situation like this.

Hermione shook her head and finally just packed her stuff and quickly left her office and told her secretary she'd be gone for the day.

Her best friends needed her and she was going to help as best as she could.

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Harry was dying, that's what the healers had told her and the rest of the Weasley's.

Harry had been exposed to too much dark magic in his life and his magical core couldn't take anymore. They'd be able to heal him if there were Potter's still around but Ginny and him didn't want kids for another year and so Harry was going to get worse before anything could help ease his pain in some way.

"He can't die!" Ginny screamed, she cried and broke when the healers apologized and left all of them to think about the situation.

Hermione was in shock and kept Ginny in her arms while she sobbed away at the news of her husbands fate.

When Ginny had finally stopped sobbing so much her head popped up and looked at Hermione in her eyes.

"Hermione, you! You're the smartest witch of the age!" Ginny was frantic and held Hermione's hand tightly.

"What?" Hermione frowned at her friend and looked at her like she was insane.

"You can save Harry! What about those new books on the veil room that you got?" Ginny asked frantically.

Hermione gasped and stood up and backed away from her.

Hermione did know how to save Harry but at the cost of something very dear to them all.

The Fates would be angry with her, the gods would try and stop her at least once.

Hermione new a spell and Hermione being Hermione would eventually cave to Ginny's demands and do it.

Hermione would have to do the spell of Mors Multo Tempore.

A dangerous and powerful spell that would bring Death himself to life.

Hermione closed her eyes and grasped Ginny's hands tightly and took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes "this spell will erase everything…. Including me, Gin" Ginny closed her eyes and looked back towards where Harry was.

"If you can save Harry, then It's very worth it…." Hermione smiled slightly and knew that she would say something like that.

Hermione cupped her cheek and looked at her carefully trying to remember her as much as she could.

"Goodbye, Ginny Potter"

Ginny's eyes spilled tears as she dropped to her knees and covered her face as she sobbed and listened as Hermione walked away and then a crack as she apperated away.

Mors Multo Tempore, that was the spell that she had to cast at herself.

Hermione carefully walked into the middle of the room in front of one full length mirror that held the rune writings of all four elements and the runes of worship of the Sorceress Morgana Le Fay. Hermione's wand pointed at the mirror the reflection held her tear stained face and her simple clothing of jeans and a buttoned up shirt. She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath before waving her wand in a circle and muttering the spell.

"Mors Multo Tempre" Hermione's voice whispered out harshly as She opened her eyes in time as she watched the blackness of the spell hit the mirror and the image of herself started to decay and her skin melted right off her bones. Her eyes took on a dark redness and finally a black cloak seemed to wrap around her body and settle lightly over the image that used to be of herself now held the image of death himself.

"You have summoned me for what reason child?"

Hermione shivered in fear and fight as his cold voice reached her ears. She was afraid and he knew of her fear of him and he rightly stood tall taking in her fear of him.

Hermione looked up into the reddish glow of his eyes and swallowed thickly as she put her thoughts quickly together and stood straighter and spoke confidently and clearly.

"I want to make a deal with you, Israel" death stood taller and stepped forward slowly as he stepped through the mirror, it creaked and moaned like ice under stress. Death bent down towards Hermione's small frame compared to him.

"And what could you possibly give me out of this deal?" Hermione stared up at him and took his hand in hers as she gave over a vial of white memories and a small locket that held her parents.

Death chuckled at what he held in his hand.

"Are you sure?" Hermione slowly breathed in a heavy breath, the weight if what she was doing settled in her throat making it hard to swallow. Her resolve was the same since she watched Harry scream in pain as his magic attacked him, she would do this.

Hermione clenched her jaw and nodded her head as she closed her eyes letting the last of her tears fall.

"I accept your deal and look forward to your death of May 2nd of 1998" Hermione gasped when she felt her chest tighten in pain and moaned out in agony as she fell to her knees on the floor before passing out into a black fog.