The Rebirth of Y/N

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A/N: Just for some clarification regarding this chapter- when it was originally published I got a few messages from people interpreting the words Grandfather and Grandmother as literal, and then complaining that Y/N has more than two grandfathers and that it makes no sense.

Just to be clear the meaning of calling someone Grandfather/mother is merely a sign of ancestral respect. They could be great grandfather x15 generations- it doesn't mean literally my mother's father or father's father, I'm sorry to those who were confused that I hadn't made the implication clear enough. Enjoy the chapter.

Hermione felt herself slowly wake, stretching uncomfortably. She had slept in the chair for the last four nights. She had argued with everyone- Pomfrey, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lavender- all had tried to make her leave.

She refused. She was not leaving her boyfriend. She was so scared.

He had been beaten so badly by Alastair and the archon had taken over- she had been so close to losing him forever. But now he had been comatose again for three days after briefly waking. She was so scared.

The pain in his eyes, his voice, when he spoke about bringing on the apocalypse. It wasn't his fault. His actions may have started it but he didn't mean to, he had no way of knowing his actions would cause this. And Castiel had said it was destiny, it would always be him that would start it.

Her head spun so she did the one thing that always grounded her. She leant down and kissed him.

"Morning hands-"

She recoiled in shock at the contact. He was cold to the touch, he seemed stiff, something smelt. She ran to the nurse.

"Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey. Something's wrong with Y/N quick please!"

The matron who was half asleep and still in her dressing gown ran out and over to Y/N. She looked at him with an instant feeling of dread in her stomach:

"No. No no no. Not like this!"

She touched his neck, then his hand. She put her hand to his mouth. The awful truth registered with Hermione.

"No. Please no. No...."

The nurse looked at Hermione with tears in her eyes.

"Hermione... I'm so sorry..."

Hermione cried out. The worst pain imaginable. The most intense anguished noise.
Y/N was dead.

—~—

Y/N looked around. This place was incredible.

The colours were more vibrant, everything felt more real here- like real life was an illusion and this was reality

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The colours were more vibrant, everything felt more real here- like real life was an illusion and this was reality. Y/N smiled.

"Well you're a big one aren't you!"

He heard a voice and turned around. His mouth dropped. His breathe hitched in his throat...





"Dad?"

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