I'm not quite sure about this, the idea popped into my head when I should have been doing my homework. The Crow is probably one of my favorite movies.

I love picking out names, can spend forever looking at them and their meanings. Emina would have been 18 when she died, unless I screwed up in my math which is a strong possibility.

"People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right." Sarah- The Crow

A flash of lightening broke the darkness of the Godric's Hollow graveyard, the kissing gate creaking eerily as it was caught in the storm's cold wind. As the storm lulled a dark bird dropped from the sky and onto a small gravestone, the birds head tilted for a moment as its beady eyes focused on the engraved name.

Emina Faye Potter

12 July 1962 - 21 September 1980

I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.

The bird ruffled its feathers, turning its eyes to the shadows lurking at the edges of the yard, even as a dark haired woman seemed to step from them. Her gaze slid from the bird to the engraving, "You've done well, my friend." The bird leapt from the headstone to sit on the womans' shoulder, as another figure, this one cloaked, slid from the darkness. Her eyes lifted from the stone to the gaze of the man before her, "Have you made your decision?"

The dark figure was silent for but a moment, "Not quite. What you ask of me is difficult, however it is not impossible. Understand that if she does not wish it, I will not force her. She will not be like others who have returned. She will be herself, the same as when she left this world- an 18 year old child, fresh from school. All of the people she knew are either dead or much older." The cloak hid Deaths sad smile from view, "I only consider this because of what we have Seen-"

"Yes, nothing at all to do with Ignotus," She interrupted hiding a smile even as she melted back into the shadows.

Death stood for a time, head tilted as though to gaze up at the still raging sky. When he spoke his voice rang with magic, "Emina Faye Potter, I require your presence. We have much to speak about."

The young woman appeared as a ghost and her eyes met Deaths with surprise, "Why have I been called here?"

"Your nephew needs you," He answered over her sharp exhale. "Will you return for him?"

"Of course," She answered immediately, eyes flaming.

And Death smiled, "Come then." The pair were swallowed by the surrounding shadows.