Harry followed Hermione up the stairs of the astronomy tower, she had asked him to meet her there at midnight. He had no idea what was going on and she wasn't saying.

"Come on Hermione, just tell me what we are doing her at midnight on Halloween."

"I'm not telling you Harry, you'll just have to wait."

She pushed open the door and Harry knew why she had worn a cloak, it was bitterly cold. The wind whistled through the tower and caused Hermione's hair to fly around wildly.

Looking around to see a possible reason for coming here at this time Harry noticed a circle of candles that were lit even in the high wind. Harry suspected it was magic.

"Hermione what's going on?"

"You'll see," she said leading him to the centre of the circle.

She knelt down and pulled Harry with her, his knees hit the stone with a loud thump, which caused instant pain. Harry swore but Hermione ignored him.

She pulled out a book from beneath her cloak and Harry instantly recognised it as his photo album.

"Hermione what...?"

"Just wait."

She opened the book on a page where a picture of Harry's parents lay, smiling up at them. Taking out the picture she placed it on the floor where it stayed, it was then Harry noticed the wind had stopped.

Hermione then drew out a knife and placed it on the palm of her hand. Harry cringed as she slid the blade along her skin causing a crimson line to appear. She held her hand above the picture and Harry could only watch as the blood dripped onto the photo between them.

Instantly the flames on the candles roared as Hermione chanted words in a different language. She then clasped Harry's hands and he squirmed slightly as he felt the warmth and wetness of her blood between his fingers.

The wind picked up again, even fiercer then before. Hermione continued to chant this time in English.

" Spirits from the other side,

Course unseen across the skies,

Come to us who call you near,

Come to us and settle here."

Hermione collapsed. The wind died and the flames sank back to their normal size.

" Hermione!"

Harry crawled to her and shook her shoulder, trying to wake her.

"Hermione wake up, come on wake up!"

"She wont wake Harry."

Whipping around, Harry gasped, standing in front of him were two very familiar people. But it was impossible, it had to be, how can they be so solid?

"Mum, Dad?"

AN: there we go, first little chappie ï I hope you like, please review. The spell is from charmed in case anyone wanted to know.