A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing club September:

Assorted Appreciation: 3 - Captain Jack Harkness - Write about someone coming back to life/someone who can't die. Alt - Dialogue: "Was someone kissing me?"

All Sorts of Space: 12 - Coran - The Weird, but Knowledgeable Dude: (action) Fixing something important

Film Festival: 10 - (action) snarling

September Monthly: Build a Bear - Mermaid Sparkle Scent – Calmness

Insane Prompt Challenge: 434: Occasion – reunion

Assignment #4: Charms Task 3. Write about freezing someone with Glacius Tria

Word Count: 1417

He stared at her. It couldn't be her, there was no way it was her. He grabbed her arm roughly pulling her from the rubble.

"Who are you?" he snarled. His face was close to hers. She seemed dazed for a moment before her eyes focused on him.

"I'm Hermione Granger, now let me go!" She tried to pull her arm from his, but his grip was stronger.

"Hermione Granger is dead," he stated trying not to look into her eyes. If this was some sort of doppelganger, if this girl was anything like the real Hermione, he wouldn't be able to help himself.

"I was dead, I got better," she muttered looking around at the destruction.

"There is no coming back from the dead. Who are you?" She glared at him.

"I'm Hermione Jean Granger," she said calmly. Everything about her was calm. He could see her eyes watching the world around her, could see that maybe she was annoyed with him, but her face remained passive.

"I saw her die. I held her in my arms as she took her last breath. I think I would know my own wife when I saw her!" She smiled slowly.

"I died. I was dead, there was a bright light and a voice. It sounded sort of familiar, like I'd heard it before, but I can't place it. It said that I had done amazing things with my life, but it wasn't over, that I was still needed in the world of the living. The light flickered for a moment and then darkness. Then pain? And finally you pulling me from the rubble," she explained, her voice staying completely level. Apparently her time in the afterlife having affected her somewhat. Severus stared at the witch in front of him. She certainly sounded like his Hermione, albeit a little more calm.

"Prove it. Prove you're my Hermione. Prove that you're not someone impersonating the woman I loved," he finally said after a moment.

"If I was really going to impersonate her, I would have done my research on you, on myself, so no questions will ever fully convince you. There's only way to do that," she whispered leaning over to Severus and kissing his lips. The air around the sparked in pinks and greens. Hermione broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked.

"Hermione, my Hermione," he whispered pulling her against his chest and holding her tightly.

"I love you, Severus, but I think we have more pressing matters," she nodded to the battle waging around them.

"Good point. Where is Potter?"

"The shrieking shack. Here," she pulled a vial from her pocket. He stared at the black liquid inside.

"What is it?" She shook her head.

"I don't know. It appeared in my pocket, I think it's important. I remember the voice saying I'll know what to do with it?"

"I wonder if everything in the afterlife is that cryptic," he muttered before giving her a quick kiss and rushing off to save Harry. Hermione surveyed the scene around her. Slowly she worked her way into the battle. A spell whizzed past her ear. She saw things before they happened, saw how she needed to move. She realized she didn't have a wand almost a moment too late. Her fingers prickled and she side stepped another spell. This one heading towards the wall. In a blink, she found herself whispering the words,

"Glacius tria." Without a wand to aim them, the air around her grew cold, she saw a figure pause at the sudden drop in temperature. The wall collapsed sending a cloud of dust covering them. She waited a moment until it cleared.

"You alright?"

"Fine, anyone hurt?" she asked already knowing the answer. She hoped this strange new sense of insight would wear off soon.

"Nope, just the wall and an ugly portrait," Fred stated before darting off to join the fight again. Hermione sighed. She wasn't sure how, but she felt she'd done something, changed something. She only hoped that it was for the good of the world.

"Harry Potter is dead!" She heard Voldemort announce. She bit back a laugh. Dead? No, the boy in Hagrid's arms wasn't dead. She could sense the life within him. She blinked at this new ability. What had she become? She glanced down at her arm, at the blood on her wrist from the rubble she'd been pulled from. She could bleed, therefore, she wasn't an angel. Angels didn't bleed. She was alive, but with some strange new sense of death.

She almost missed the final part of the battle because of a hand on her shoulder. She turned. Severus stood there, blood dried around his neck, his collar.

"You alright?" she asked, wondering why she wasn't freaking out that he'd been hurt. This muted emotional range seemed like something that would normally have angered her. But looking at him, she didn't sense any urgency to act.

"Yes. The vial was an antivenom."

"The snake?"

"The snake," he confirmed. She nodded and stepped back into his arms as Harry became victorious. Hermione glanced at the remains of Lord Voldemort and smiled. Yes, he was dead. Dead and not coming back.

"He's gone," she whispered taking her husband's hand. "We should help the injured."

"We should, let's go see if we can find Poppy and see where she needs up," he stated. The pair walked hand in hand towards the hospital wing. Hermione trying to ignore the feel of death and dying surrounding them. Maybe she was an angel now? Maybe this was her new purpose, to save as many as she could?

Her and Severus walked through the night. Hermione realized she could tell if someone was savable or not. She hated it, she hated knowing someone wouldn't survive.

"Hermione?" She turned to Severus.

"Yes?" she asked, her eyes had finally started growing tired.

"You've changed," he finally said. She nodded.

"I know. I don't think I'm entirely human anymore, I can sense death. I can tell if someone is...going. Even on the battle field, I could tell. My emotions seem muted also," she added after a moment.

"We'll have Poppy check you out once everyone else is taken care of, I should demand you be looked at now, but I know my wife being part angel is not a priority over people dying."

"You think I'm part angel?" she asked wrapping another roll of gauze. He nodded.

"Yes. We'll have to have it confirmed," he said watching her. She smiled at him and he gave her a small smile back. A small fire seemed to ignite in her and she realized not all her emotions were muted. Her love for him more certainly wasn't.

"I must still be part human, because I'm exhausted," she said after a moment.

"Sleep," he ordered. "You rose from the dead, and have been working nonstop since. You deserve some sleep." She nodded curling up in a chair, she didn't want to take a bed from someone who needed it.

It was nearly noon when Severus awoke her. She yawned, stretching and realized something was hitting the sides of the chair. She opened her eyes and blinked in shock.

"Wings."

"Yes, you have wings. They grew while you were sleeping. Poppy slipped you a pain potion because of them. This means you are most definitely an angel." She gently folded her wings and stood.

"Great, so what does this mean for us?"

"It means I'm heavenly screwed?" Severus suggested giving Hermione a look. She burst out laughing.

"I'm guessing Poppy ran scans over me while I slept?"

"Yes. You are in perfect health for an angel human witch."

"Wonderful. What now? Are there more wounded to be treated?"

"Not at the moment." She nodded.

"Do you think I'm back for good, Severus? Or since I'm an angel, am I here for like a mission and will be recalled?"

"You're still mostly human according to the scans, Hermione. I think, you're here until someone, or something, kills you again."

"Good, because I would hate to leave you again," she whispered kissing Severus hard enough to cause another series of sparks to fill the infirmary.

"If you two are going to do that, go back to his chambers!" Hermione heard Poppy yell. Severus smirked.

"Well, you heard her, back to my chambers, healer's orders," he stated. She laughed taking his hand and following him from the room.