Harry Potter One Shots

Stone Cold {3} (Harry)

Soooooooo....

I was going through my old chapters and I originally was never gonna do a third part for the "Stone Cold" thing, but I came up with a weird sort of scenario where (Y/N) does come back because she never died or something, she was put under the imperious curse and the controller died so she sort of became an empty puppet, so now she just woke from like a coma.

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Three Years Later

Her head hit something hard above her and she groaned. There was barely any air, and she couldn't think straight. She thought hard, and recalled absolutely everything she knew about apparating and cast the spell.

She had, of course, been buried with her wand.

The air popped, and (Y/N) fell hard onto the ground, losing her breath. Confused, she looked forwards, staring at the gravestone in front of her.

Stopping short, she realized it had her name on it.

(Y/N)'s heart nearly stopped, her breathing became erratic. So she contacted the only person she thought of; Hermione.

Hermione woke up, blinking. A phone rang.

She sighed, desperately praying Ron wouldn't wake up, and stood, grabbing the phone and answering it.

"Hello?" Hermione yawned.

"Hermione," croaked a familiar voice. "I need help."

(Y/N) sat on the couch of the Weasley house. Hermione was still beyond startled, because one of her closest friends had just returned from the dead.

(Y/N) had her head in her hands, her breathing finally returning to normal. Her complete confusion was so overwhelming, Hermione had honestly no idea how to explain to her that she'd been dead for three years.

Ron came down the stairs, looking at Hermione pacing back in forth in the kitchen.

"Hermione," he said, and she jumped. "What in the world is the matter?"

Hermione looked nervously at the living room, then back at him. She waved him over, and he continued down the stairs, joining her in the kitchen. "If you want to be shocked into the afterlife," Hermione said in a low voice. "Look in the living room."

Ron blinked, and glanced quickly into the living room.

"(Y/N)?" He cried.

(Y/N) jumped, spinning around to look at him. "Hi Ron." She said weakly.

Ron was so shaken he couldn't speak for a moment. "I - what? How?" He asked, confused.

Hermione shrugged. "She hasn't told me yet." She sighed. "I'm willing to guess that she only wants to talk to Harry."

Ron looked worriedly back at (Y/N), and sighed, "Probably, but we don't want to shock him too much. He was - more or less - in love with her. Plus, he's marrying Ginny next month, and we don't want to ruin that. They're so happy. He's managed to get over it, so we don't know what this might do to him."

Hermione winced, before saying quickly, "Um, I already told him to come over - I apparated over to his house, and told Ginny I needed him to come. He'll be here whenever he gets back from the Ministry."

(Y/N) sneezed in the living room.

"Hermione, she hasn't eaten in three years," Ron said worriedly. "Or drank anything, for that matter."

"Honestly," Hermione said bashfully, "I don't think she was really herself. She doesn't seem hungry or thirsty, but she probably will be later."

The doorbell rang.