A/N: I actually have started a real fic...really! Based off of a theme in P.A.R The Bonds That Tie (go read it, now, or I will...do something evil), what if those killed by Avada Kedavra and other dark curses were given the chance to live after their deaths, even if what they were doing was not quite living? We'd have a whole lot of confusion, that's what. This is not a "come back to life" story, far from it, but it has them alive...sort of...okay, I'm going to stop trying to explain and just let you read and figure it out for yourself.
Disclaimer: Joanne Rowling owns all things that have been previously mentioned in her series. I myself own the idea of Spirits and Roamers, and any OCs that come up (a majority of the main characters, as a general rule, were already dead). If you wish to use any of the themes mentioned, please e-mail me and we'll talk.
Chapter One: An Unexpected Visitor
It was a bright day, foliage gleaming, flowers fresh in bloom. The summer had only recently begun, and there was none of the extreme heat or cold that was almost routine when it came to the suburban area. The sun shone loftily in a cloudless, rich blue sky that was a rare occasion. A large handful of children were in the midst of playing in the park, but they were hardly the only ones there on such a day.
"Hey!" A young woman by the name of Lily Potter was, in a matter of speaking, being attacked. That is, if being ticked was considered an attack, and Lily certainly seemed to think so. "Get off!" The words were followed by a streak of giggles.
The offender, James Potter, replied in his own manner by continuing. His way was to pester, and the mischievous gleam in his eye would have suggested that to any stranger. He was barely surpressing his own laughter. Lily, a mastermind who could have rivaled his mischief if she was willing, wisely decided to duck out of harm's way, and then, not so wisely, began to tickle James herself. It was the typical behavior of young lovers, so no one took any notice of the pair. Even if they had, they would not have had a strong grasp on what they were doing, for reasons unknown but to a few.
About five minutes later, the two, red and flustered, retreated into the shade. "Will you ever grow up?" Lily asked James teasingly.
"You were doing the same," he replied, in the same tone. There was the hint English accent in both voices, but it wasn't very noticeable to the outsider. Then, his playful manner dropping altogether, he said, "We have, in a way. You know."
Words failed them as they looked back to the past, somehow longing for normalcy, despite the pleasant aspect to their enjoyment now. In spite of themselves, they missed it all: their friends, their lives, and most of all, their child. But they had decided long ago that it would be best to leave the things they had known to themselves rather than watch and be unable to intervene.
Intervening. It was something that they did on an everyday basis, as far as dark matters went. That was their job, now: protecting the ones unable to protect themselves from the dark, and guiding others away from it. They couldn't do so directly, of course, but the subtle art of disguise was quite helpful in the case. Also, the main subjects of their hindering were unknown to those who might have been intrigued.
Of course, it was an odd sort of thing for anyone to do, but most people were, generally, not dead. They themselves were victims to death, but were very far from being dead. They still had possession of their soul, and also had a type of magic that was unexplainable and unfathomable, regardless whether the subject was magic or Muggle.
"Isn't that Cedric?" Lily said suddenly, half startled, breaking the silence that had descended. James looked up, somewhat startled as well. It was Cedric, Cedric Diggory and that was what had startled him. They only knew who he was through a bone-chilling series of events part of their spirit had been drawn to, only a month or so before, and they had very little idea of what was going on. If they had stayed in Britain, where they had died, they would have known everything flatly, but there had been a reason for them to let the past be. The shadow they had joined with had been perfectly aware of what was going on; they had not. The only thing they had been able to identify was that someone who was most likely their son was in the midst of Priori Incantem with a person who was no stranger to themselves and that had struck all their knowledge blind. Not to mention the fact that the knowledge they had recieved on the spot was so hopelessly muddled it might as well have been Arabic. To be blunt, they had a grasp of what might have been going on, but hadn't had enough to think that any of it could be serious.
The would-be seventeen year old approached them, a look of worry across his face. "Lily...James...could you...er...come back to England? Preferably...er...now?" His half stuttering was not very surprising; he had been one of those who had assumed them dead and gone for quite more than a few years.
Lily stared. England could only mean one thing, in their case; their help was needed in something or another and it was too big to leave their own Circle. James, who was quick to compose himself, said, "Why? What's wrong?"
Cedric tottered tentively. "A lot happened...and it's impossible for you to understand here...coming back, you can find out, and it's just impossible to explain..."
"A little background?" Lily, who had overcome a considerable amount of shock, was now somewhat skeptical.
Once again, he paused, this time a bit more controlled. "Well...it's him. Voldemort. That night..."
There was no further explanation neccesary. "All right," James breathed, "But why do you want us back?"
A third pause, and then, "It's a long story that's impossible to explain."
"We know that," said Lily, her voice edged with slight impatience.
"Lily, we should go. This is just wasting our time, you know." Though Lily had originally been the sensible one, she also had never wished to complete a task without explanation. At some points, it was a very good qualities; at others, it was tiresome.
"Then shall we?" The three, still in the shadow of the tree, slowly and unsuspectingly faded into the background, until they were gone altogether.
Disclaimer: Joanne Rowling owns all things that have been previously mentioned in her series. I myself own the idea of Spirits and Roamers, and any OCs that come up (a majority of the main characters, as a general rule, were already dead). If you wish to use any of the themes mentioned, please e-mail me and we'll talk.
Chapter One: An Unexpected Visitor
It was a bright day, foliage gleaming, flowers fresh in bloom. The summer had only recently begun, and there was none of the extreme heat or cold that was almost routine when it came to the suburban area. The sun shone loftily in a cloudless, rich blue sky that was a rare occasion. A large handful of children were in the midst of playing in the park, but they were hardly the only ones there on such a day.
"Hey!" A young woman by the name of Lily Potter was, in a matter of speaking, being attacked. That is, if being ticked was considered an attack, and Lily certainly seemed to think so. "Get off!" The words were followed by a streak of giggles.
The offender, James Potter, replied in his own manner by continuing. His way was to pester, and the mischievous gleam in his eye would have suggested that to any stranger. He was barely surpressing his own laughter. Lily, a mastermind who could have rivaled his mischief if she was willing, wisely decided to duck out of harm's way, and then, not so wisely, began to tickle James herself. It was the typical behavior of young lovers, so no one took any notice of the pair. Even if they had, they would not have had a strong grasp on what they were doing, for reasons unknown but to a few.
About five minutes later, the two, red and flustered, retreated into the shade. "Will you ever grow up?" Lily asked James teasingly.
"You were doing the same," he replied, in the same tone. There was the hint English accent in both voices, but it wasn't very noticeable to the outsider. Then, his playful manner dropping altogether, he said, "We have, in a way. You know."
Words failed them as they looked back to the past, somehow longing for normalcy, despite the pleasant aspect to their enjoyment now. In spite of themselves, they missed it all: their friends, their lives, and most of all, their child. But they had decided long ago that it would be best to leave the things they had known to themselves rather than watch and be unable to intervene.
Intervening. It was something that they did on an everyday basis, as far as dark matters went. That was their job, now: protecting the ones unable to protect themselves from the dark, and guiding others away from it. They couldn't do so directly, of course, but the subtle art of disguise was quite helpful in the case. Also, the main subjects of their hindering were unknown to those who might have been intrigued.
Of course, it was an odd sort of thing for anyone to do, but most people were, generally, not dead. They themselves were victims to death, but were very far from being dead. They still had possession of their soul, and also had a type of magic that was unexplainable and unfathomable, regardless whether the subject was magic or Muggle.
"Isn't that Cedric?" Lily said suddenly, half startled, breaking the silence that had descended. James looked up, somewhat startled as well. It was Cedric, Cedric Diggory and that was what had startled him. They only knew who he was through a bone-chilling series of events part of their spirit had been drawn to, only a month or so before, and they had very little idea of what was going on. If they had stayed in Britain, where they had died, they would have known everything flatly, but there had been a reason for them to let the past be. The shadow they had joined with had been perfectly aware of what was going on; they had not. The only thing they had been able to identify was that someone who was most likely their son was in the midst of Priori Incantem with a person who was no stranger to themselves and that had struck all their knowledge blind. Not to mention the fact that the knowledge they had recieved on the spot was so hopelessly muddled it might as well have been Arabic. To be blunt, they had a grasp of what might have been going on, but hadn't had enough to think that any of it could be serious.
The would-be seventeen year old approached them, a look of worry across his face. "Lily...James...could you...er...come back to England? Preferably...er...now?" His half stuttering was not very surprising; he had been one of those who had assumed them dead and gone for quite more than a few years.
Lily stared. England could only mean one thing, in their case; their help was needed in something or another and it was too big to leave their own Circle. James, who was quick to compose himself, said, "Why? What's wrong?"
Cedric tottered tentively. "A lot happened...and it's impossible for you to understand here...coming back, you can find out, and it's just impossible to explain..."
"A little background?" Lily, who had overcome a considerable amount of shock, was now somewhat skeptical.
Once again, he paused, this time a bit more controlled. "Well...it's him. Voldemort. That night..."
There was no further explanation neccesary. "All right," James breathed, "But why do you want us back?"
A third pause, and then, "It's a long story that's impossible to explain."
"We know that," said Lily, her voice edged with slight impatience.
"Lily, we should go. This is just wasting our time, you know." Though Lily had originally been the sensible one, she also had never wished to complete a task without explanation. At some points, it was a very good qualities; at others, it was tiresome.
"Then shall we?" The three, still in the shadow of the tree, slowly and unsuspectingly faded into the background, until they were gone altogether.
