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Bringing Back the Dead

A/N– Ok folks...this is my first ever fanfic for ANYTHING! But please don't allow that to intimidate you because writing is what I do for fun...yes indeed. If you feel the need to flame me...please go right ahead...flames honestly make my day three times better than before.

AND BY THE WAY....J.K.R. owns Harry Potter and all the characters and stuff...I just own the plot, and the title...basically...I.....OWN....NOTHING!!! Thank you.

One last thing...there are several flash backs taken directly from the book...you should recognize them. I did put quotes around them because, they aren't my writing...and NEVER will be. They are there because I feel that they help the mood of the story.

NOW....

ON TO THE PART THAT YOU ACTUALLY CAME HERE TO READ!!!

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A seventeen year old sat in the back corner of the Hogwart's library pouring over several Defense Against the Dark Arts history books. Harry Potter straightened the parchment he was taking notes on, and re-read through them. They weren't the best, but were probably good enough to scrape a pass for the first essay of the NEWT Defense Against the Dark Arts coarse he had enrolled in.

Hermione was off doing some of the Head Girl duty's that she had taken on when she had been nominated for the position by none other than Albus Dumbledore. Ron was...well, actually Harry had no idea where Ron was, but he had a nagging suspicion that he was spending a bit of extra time with his new girlfriend. The only problem was that, Harry and Hermione couldn't seen to figure out who that was. Ron had only said that he'd asked out someone, and she'd excepted...nothing else.

Harry sat taking notes for another few minutes, and then he looked up and gazed dreamily out of the open window to his right. He spotted the old tree under which he, Hermione, and Ron liked to study. It also happened to be the exact place where his father, Sirius, Lupin, and Peter had sat so long ago talking and laughing.

Not fully realizing what he was doing, Harry closed his books and replaced them on their shelves. Then haphazardly stuffed his quill, empty parchment, and notes into his bag. He slung it over his shoulder, and headed off down the many stair cases of Hogwarts.

Upon reaching the Great Hall, (which at the moment was empty) Harry's lightning bolt scar on his forehead burned slightly, as though it simply wished to remind him that it was still there. He rubbed it with the palm of his hand, and strode outside and into the Hogwarts grounds.

Finally, he reached that destination that had been on his mind all day. He dropped his bag onto the earth beside him, and sat down in the shade of the beach tree on the edge of the lake. Harry stared out the rippling water, lost in thought.

FLASHBACK

'Harry picked up the letter. It was addressed to him. He ripped open the letter, and shouted, "It's from Sirius!"

"What?" said Ron and Hermione excitedly. "Read it aloud!"

Dear Harry,

I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle. I don't know whether they're used to owl post.

Buckbeak and I are in hiding. I won't tell you where, in case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt about his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did seem eager for the job.

I believe the dementors are still searching for me, but they haven't a hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so that the security on the costly will be lifted.

There is something I never got around to telling you during our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the Firebolt.

Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used your name but told them to take the gold from my own Gringotts vault. Please consider it as a thirteen birthdays' worth of presents from your Godfather.

I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave you that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey north, but I think the sight of me alarmed you.

I am inclosing something else for you, which I think will make you next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable.

If you ever need me, send word. Your owl will find me.

I'll write again soon,

Sirius

Harry looked eagerly inside the envelope. There was another piece of parchment in there. He read it through quickly and felt suddenly as warm and contented as though he'd swallowed a bottle of hot butterbeer in one gulp.

I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.'

END FLASHBACK

Harry's eyes stung at the thought of Sirius, partially because that memory brought back so many others about him, and partially because no matter what Dumbledore or anybody else told Harry, he still felt like it was his fault that Sirius had died.

FLASHBACK

' "Leave him ALONE!"

James and Sirius looked around. James's free hand jumped to his hair again.

It was one of the girls from the lake edge. She had thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes-Harry's eyes.

Harry's mother...

"All right, Evans?" said James, and the tone of his voice was suddenly pleasant, deeper, more mature.

"Leave him alone," Lily repeated. She was looking at James with every sign of great dislike. "What's he done to you?"

"Well," said James, appearing to deliberate the point, "it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean...."

Many of the surrounding watchers laughed, Sirius and Wormtail included, but Lupin, still apparently intent on his book, didn't, and neither did Lily.

"You think you're funny," she said coldly. "But you're just an arrogant bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone."'

END FLASHBACK

By now, it was growing dark and Harry's legs had begun to grow numb with cold. He silently picked up his bag and stood, dashing the tears from his face that had so unexpectedly come with the memories of Sirius, and his parents. But, one last thing had entered his mind at the thought of all these things. One thing that he hadn't thought about in some time. The memory of Dumbledore...telling him the thing that he had dreaded all along.

FLASHBACK

'THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES...BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT...AND WITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES...THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES..."'

END FLASHBACK

Quite suddenly something clicked in Harry's head...WHY hadn't he thought of it before?!? He dashed into the school, and up the stairs until he reached the seventh floor corridor, with the fat lady's portrait. After mumbling the password, Harry clambered inside the common room, and headed for the secret entrance to the girls dormitories.

Harry finally found Hermione's bed, and trunk after searching three rooms. Immediately, he found what he had been looking for...her old time-turner. She hadn't given it back...she was a bookworm and wouldn't pass up and opportunity to get in a bit of extra homework and study time.

But, Harry didn't plan on using it for extra homework and study time...he had an idea...one that might forevermore change his life.

A/N-I hope you enjoyed my first chapter! Please review and tell me what you think! Sorry if my updates are a bit slow too...if you read my profile, you would realize that school is very time demanding. (Unfortunatly)THANKS!