"Rise, Hermione Lovelace!" He called over the wind, His voice clear, "Rise again, as the blood of my blood. RISE!"The ground split around the ritual circle and the Dark Lord watched as the bones became more. First the flesh, then the veins, the unblemished skin, and finally, the long red hair. He smiled triumphantly, as the chest abruptly rose, and the body took a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes shot open, and she screamed, inhuman, unholy, ungodly. She coughed and writhed and eventually her knees curled towards her chest as He knelt beside her.