Author's note: Well, the title isn't that good but who cares xD Anyway...I kind of like this chapter xD'

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Chapter 5

An uncommon Christmas present

Until Christmas not much happened. The Weasley family – this year also Bill, Fleur, Percy and Charlie came – had decorated the Burrow and had prepared the missing presents. Nevertheless the atmosphere was just half as good as the years before. Fred war missing…if he and George did no jokes, it just wasn't the same.

That's what Hermione noticed first when she appeared in the Burrow on Christmas Eve. She only had her little bag with her but of course there were many things in. She looked around. It looked very nice here…nevertheless she felt a lonely cold.

A long series of hugs followed after Mrs Weasley had finally noticed her and all the others had come downstairs. With George she shared an encouragingly gaze. Sure he was the one who felt worst…as she had a little ray of hope. She only had to wait for a good opportunity.

This opportunity, however, did not come until afternoon when Harry, Ron and George started to fool around. Bill, Ginny and Fleur also had something to do and Charlie and Percy were upstairs helping their parents with the presents. Absolutely unseen, Hermione left the house. Of course with a coat, a scarf, gloves and a hat.

With fast steps which crunched in the snow, she ran to the top of the hill where Fred's grave was. Her heart beating fast. She really had to calm down before casting the spell or something could go wrong!

When she arrived at his grave, she felt warm tears rolling down her face. She hasn't cried for long. The last time she cried was when the ferret was still not able to do a single step after her 13th try. It was the only time she had thought that she maybe wouldn't do it and so she had cried for one hour.

"Fred…today it's Christmas Eve. You know for sure how your family feels deep inside. No one wants to spend Christmas or even the rest of his life without you. At least I don't want it. So please…please help me so that the spell will work. Please…" She whispered in the wind, closing her eyes. She already had her wand in her hand. The spell was already on her lips. But she had to wait another moment…she had to sort her mind. Only he and the spell…only he and the spell… Her tears dropped down into the snow…

"Recreanda!" she said in perfect voice and intonation. She opened her eyes and saw the white-yellow glow of her wand. It was bright…very bright so she had to narrow her eyes a bit or she would be blinded.

After the light had finally gone out, Hermione's heart skipped a beat just to beat twice as fast then. There he was. Only two meters away from her. He looked confused towards her…but then started smiling. Not even a moment later she hugged him tightly. Tears dropped down onto his jacket. Yes, he was properly dressed! She could hear his heart beating. It was beating evenly…not as if he was to disappear again the next moment.

"Y…you're back!" she sniffled looking up to see his face.

"Yes…I am back…just because of you." His voice sounded so warm and loving. He wiped away her tears, smiled and at last leaned in for kissing her.

Her whole body was tingling and an indescribable heat ran through it. It was just like back in those days…when they first kissed…no, it was even better. She put her hands on his chest while he hold her around the waist. Sun rays gave their blessing to this deep kiss. The world seemed to be alright again…

…but luck shouldn't stay on their side. After both had leaned back and hugged again, Fred suddenly started trembling.

"Fred?" she looked up again.

"Something's wrong, 'Mione…" he said without looking at her.

She looked into his eyes. Their wonderful blue faded…his gaze got empty. And he was trembling even more until he pushed her away about a minute later.

"I…I'm sorry!" he whispered while doing it.

Then a green glow appeared around him. Hermione's eyes widened. He…he was changing! He became…a monster which actually had also been dead. A monster in a black gown. Voldemort.

Now also trembling she stepped backwards and took her wand out of the snow. In her eyes one could see pure confusion and fear. Fear of this terrible grin he had.

He did one step towards her. Without having taken out his own wand. Why? She wouldn't get an answer as he did a little bow – just as if he wanted to say 'thank you for reviving me' – and then disappeared.

Hermione, still stunned, fell down on her knees and cried bitterly. She felt frozen…and the reason for this was actually not the snow. Why did this happen? She had many questions in mind…but was not able to find at least a single answer.

At least one hour later, she heard steps as well as her own name. Quite near…nevertheless they seemed so far away. The brunette did neither turn around nor did she react anyway when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione, what are you doing out here? We were worried!" It was Harry's voice.

"Maybe we should first take her back home." Mumbled Ron, kneeling down in front of her.

Maybe it really was the best. She was as cold as ice. Her lips slowly turned blue. So they disapparated with her back to the Burrow.

There they made her sitting down on the couch and gave her a blanket. Mrs Weasley made her a cup of tea and then hurried upstairs again.

Half an hour later, Harry, Ron and Ginny also sat on the couch to warm her. George kneeled in front of the girl who maybe had become his sister-in-law. He had almost the same worried gaze Fred used to have when they met during their search for the horcruxes.

"What happened? Why have you gone to the grave on your own? We said we would go together after tea." he asked five minutes later.

"I…I…well…it's…a long story." she sniffled.

"We've got lots of time." said Harry.

Meanwhile Ginny gave her best friend a blankly look. She was the only person who could think about what the story was.

Anyway Hermione started. She told them how she had found the book and had trained the spell as well as she had wanted to surprise them and that it actually should have worked.

"But then he started to tremble. He said something was wrong and then he pushed me way. Then he…he became…" She was hardly able to say it. "He transformed into…Voldemort."

All the others stopped breathing for a moment.

"He actually didn't attack me…I don't know why. He only disappeared."

"So everything is going to start again…" mumbled Ron after a short time of silence.

"He's just on the beginning it can't be so difficult!" said George to his little brother and then talked to Hermione again. "Do you have a guess what went wrong with the spell?"

"Well…I think…I didn't only concentrate on him and the spell. You know…I've seen all those pictures in my head again. And I've heard Voldemort's voice…I've seen him…and I've blamed him again for Fred's death. I think this is why it didn't work as it should have. Somehow Voldemort's destroyed soul came into it, too."

"So you mean he's using Fred's body to come back to life…and his 'normal' appearance is something like a cover which would stay if he only grew strong enough?" asked Ginny "So how are we supposed to defeat him?"

"I don't now…but I think this time it's not only up to Harry. I think…this time everyone could be the one who destroys him. And…Fred, too…"

"That's not what has to happen. Maybe it's also possible without actually attacking Fred." said Harry encouragingly.

"Whatever…we mustn't wait too long or his dark soul is to grow too strong and Voldemort is no longer just an appearance of Fred's body. And…I think we should ask Neville and Luna if they could help us. The more we are the better it is…this time…" said Hermione to end this topic. Harry, Ron, Ginny and George nodded.

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