Potions cannot bring back the dead.
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Inventing spells to cause death of others, traumatic memory producers and grotesque mangling torture binds – the perfect way for a twisted mind to spend a rainy day. Note: this book does teach some counter curses, but there is no way to revive someone you have killed. The dead stay dead.
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Although Alfred H. Schockenzier has tried to revive the dead, his attempts ended in the death of his entire family.
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Horance X. Crucius was never able to bring back his dead wife, but he did manage to invent one of the greatest wizarding inventions of all time – Horcruxes.
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Hermione slammed yet another book closed. The green-bound dusted cover still resting in front of her as she stared at its title; History Of Horance X. Crucius. For the past few hours, and she did not know how many, she had been flipping through books feverishly, in an attempt to find a way to bring back Fred. But they all said the same things.
There is no way to bring back the dead. The dead stay dead. Death is a brutally wonderful cure to life. No one will be able to bring you back.
Her mind was still swimming with everything she had read so far, from books about killing others, to torture books to mangling suicide series and potions for your enemies. The Library was full of just what you'd think it'd be full of. But there was nothing, nothing, to bring back her Fred.
And yet. Horcruxes. This last book got her thinking. Slowly, she stood up and walked carefully over to the bookshelves. Scanning the titles she came across the Horcrux section. Or at least what she hoped was the Horcrux section; lots of the book's titles weren't readable beneath the dust, blood and mold. Hermione sighed and reached up, pulling off three heavy books from the shelves and heading back to her table.
She opened the first one; How to Create a Horcrux. She flipped to the contents page, only to find that there was none. This book was detail upon detail about how to split your soul. She closed it.
Reaching down, she lifted a huge silver book in her arms, this one without a title. She flipped it open to where the contents would be, and saw that they were indeed there this time. Scanning her finger along them, she found one section that seemed as if it could be of use to her. Latching your soul to another being – page 67. And she began to read.
When creating Horcruxes it is possible, but not probable to conjoin your soul with not an object, but a living being. If the process succeeds, both will live as long as the Horcrux is safe. The being holding the Horcrux within them will live to a great age as well as he who has made the Horcrux. Note: Horcruxes cannot be latched to a deal soul. Dead is dead and this task is one of worthlessness. A dead body will not make a safe Horcrux and it will not recreate the dead man's life. There is nothing to be done to retrieve the dead.
There was another loud SLAM as the book was shoved closed by Hermione, who then took the last book in the pile. It was large and black, with two gold Runes on the front of it, which Hermione knew translated approximately to the letters Z.O. Hermione opened the book to find no English at all, but Runes upon Runes which she translated in her mind.
Wands, Read the first Rune within the book. Hermione almost closed it… wondering why this book had been in the Horcrux section, but she continued to read the difficult Runes anyway. The wand chooses the wizard is a phrase often seen – no, heard, Hermione corrected herself – in the common usage of language. The wand also possess a kind of history, as shown with Priori Incantatem.
For another two hours Hermione read on with the book. There were no contents and the book was large, but the Runes were large too, and so she stuck with it. Eventually, as the third hour crept closer, her eyes grew wide with excitement.
Horcruxes and wands are interconnected – she began to translate – in the sense of every Horcrux made the wand remembers. This is also presented with death. Every death produced from a wand is remembered. With the simple spell, "Noniam" the deaths created by the certain wand will be reproduced in front of the caster's eyes. Only deaths will be shown. No other form of spells that the wand has cast. If a Horcrux has been created, the death of the certain victim will be represented in a brighter color, an erratic green tint will be shadowing the playback. If the death was normal, it will be replayed in black and white. Note: this spell shows only those that no longer live. It does not bring back the dead.
SLAM!
Hermione slammed the book cover shut so hard in frustration that the noise echoed around her. Tears were stinging in her eyes, but she looked up all the same, almost as if she expected the Hogwarts Librarian to come and tell her off for making such a racket. She sat quietly for a moment, thinking hard. The thought of Hogwarts had reminded her of something else; The Half-Blood Prince.
The Half-Blood Prince had created his own spells…
Hermione scowled at herself. What was she thinking? Years ago she had scolded Harry about that book. She had said that the Half-Blood Prince was a foul, evil, good-for-nothing and potential Death Eater, wanting to do nothing but cause harm. And yet, here she was, goody-goody-two-shoes Hermione Granger, thinking of following in his footsteps.
Hermione sighed again. She knew the magic she was dealing with here ought not to be messed with. She knew it could result in her death, the death of others…
But Fred. Her Fred.
Sighing again, Hermione re-opened the book. She looked at the spell, "noniam" and thought hard and long. If she was correct, "noniam" was Latin "non iam" meaning "no longer". And this spell meant "no longer living", it was a playback of what once was… but…
Hermione almost slapped herself. "Get a grip," she whispered. "Hermione, what are you doing?" She could feel tears stinging her eyes once again as she asked this question to herself. What was she doing?
She was creating spells.
She was messing with nature.
She was breaking the laws of life.
She was failing to be the academic, perfect person she had always tried so hard to be.
She was doing all of this…
She is doing all of this…
"For Fred," Hermione whispered to herself again, "For Fred."
She bent back down over the book. Non iam. No longer… it meant no longer living… but what if she were to add 'dead' to the end of it.
Non Iam Mortuos.
No longer dead.