14 year old Harry James Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, sat in the cramped cupboard under the stairs of 4# Privet Drive.
The cupboard was cold and damp, spiders scuttling around.
Harry had sent Hedwig off to stay with Ron that summer, so Harry sat in the cupboard, which was even more cramped because there was also his trunk, Firebolt and Hedwig's empty cage in there with him.
Harry sighed, his back giving another nasty throb.
He'd just gotten back from another beating, thought it wasn't as bad as the others. At least this time, Uncle Vernon hadn't ended up knock him unconscious... though, that wouldn't be a bad idea...
Harry was jerked out of his musing's by three pairs of feet making their way up stairs, all making sure to stamp right above Harry's cupboard so dust falls down onto him and stinging his wounds, forcing him to bite back a scream of pain.
Harry laid his head down onto the hard floor, breathing deeply.
What did he do... to deserve this?
Albus Dumbledore walked through the dark street's of Godric's Hallow, the misty pitch black sky dotted with bright, shining stars.
Will this work? If it goes wrong... if he raises Sirius's and Remus's hopes, only for them to be dashed... he doesn't think he could bare it.
Dumbledore looked up, staring at the large, dark gate on the other side of the street.
With a deep breath, he crossed the road, opened the squeaky gate, and walked through the graveyard.
A deep mist hung in the night summer air, giving the graveyard a creepy look. A church lay on a distant hill, it's large clock slowly ticking towards the large, black twelve.
Dumbledore stopped in front of two graves, though not the one's he was searching for. His wise blue gaze lingered on his mother's and sister's names. Trying to ignore the deep sadness in his chest, he continued on, finally coming to a stop in front of another two graves.
James Potter
Lily Potter
The Last Enemy to Be Destroyed is Death.
Dumbledore turned around, to see Remus Lupin, accompanied by a large, black dog.
"You wanted to see us?" Remus asked in a quite voice. He was glancing at the grave, but the black dog was staring at it intently, a great sadness in his blue eyes.
"Yes, Remus. Sirius, could you please transform." Dumbledore said.
Suddenly, the large, black dog transformed into a man with long, matted black hair that reached his shoulders and blue eyes. Sirius Black.
"Why'd you call us here?" Sirius asked, still glancing at the grave.
Dumbledore turned around to look at the grave, before turning back to Remus and Sirius.
"I have found a spell. It is ancient and can only be done by a very powerful light wizard. One that knows love. It is a spell... that can bring the dead back to life."
Remus and Sirius stared, their eyes as wide as dinner plate's.
"S-So w-we're..." Sirius began, his voice shaking.
"W-We're bringing James and Lily... back?" Remus finished for him.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "Only James. If we bring Lily back to life the Blood Protection placed on Harry would be lifted. Maybe, after the war, we can bring her back too."
Remus and Sirius continued to stare. And then, large smile's formed on their faces, their eyes growing hopeful.
In the distance, the clock ticked 12. It's ding echoed across the graveyard, sounding so much louder in the deathly silence.
Dumbledore gestured to Sirius and Remus to hold his worn hands, the three surrounding the grave.
Dumbledore spoke in a deep, echoing voice over the dinging of the clock.
"Merlinus Dei est, lux tenebris Mors et vita.
Sicut horologium ex duodecim ricini tenebris noctis opacae,
hic a mortuis hodie invocant.
James Potter, revixisse!"
Even if they wanted to, the three couldn't let go of each others hands. Power surged through them as if they were electric cords, coursing through their very veins.
The dirt that covered the bodies of the Potters began to dig itself out, the coffin raised and burst open.
Sirius and Remus scrunched their eyes shut, not wanting to see their best friend's mangled body.
The rotten body of James Potter rose from the coffin, his face sunken and cold. He was skinless, only bits of red on the dirty bone's.
And then, very slowly, his skin regrew, his dark, messy hair burst out of the top of his skull like a blooming flower at full speed.
The coffin, still containing Lily Potter's mangled body, closed itself and lowered back into the grave, the hole filling with dirt again.
James was gently laid down onto the top of the grave, as the clock gave one last final, loud, echoing Ding! before falling silent.
"Remus... Sirius..." Dumbledore said quietly, letting go of their hands.
"D-Did it work?" Sirius asked, his and Remus's eyes still clenched tightly shut.
Dumbledore didn't answer. Instead, he bent down and placed his hand under James's worn shirt, right above his heart, feeling for a beat...
Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.
Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling like never before.
"It worked. James Potter is alive."
And that's the rewrite! I tried my best to go into more detail, and please point out any spelling mistakes so I can fix them. :)
DUMBLEDORE'S WORDS:
Merlin of the Gods above, of Dark and Light, Death and Life. As the clock ticks twelve on this dark, misty night, we here by call upon the dead tonight. James Potter, come back to life!
Thank you!
~The Bookworm