Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
Author's Note: So a little background, the agents of the Magical Division have magically binding contracts that can be used to summon them from anywhere across the country, the world, the universe, the multiverse, and from the afterlife.
Well That's No Excuse!
Amelia Bones was having a bad day. Today, she had to go with the current minister to coordinate with American magical authorities to carry out a joint operation on British soil. She was told that she was going to be working with an agent of the CIA Magical Division and was handed a file folder, a contract as thick as a spellbook, and a coffin with a note taped to the lid, which is how she found herself in this situation.
Mad-Eye Moody and other Aurors gathered around a muggle coffin with a man that looked more like Swiss cheese due to the bullet holes in him; they were completely baffled by the note which read: This note gives you the authority to call back Agent Leroy Riddle (no relation to the wanna-be Dark Lord Voldemort) from where ever he resides at the moment. Simply place your hand on the contract and your wand on his forehead and say:
"I *insert first and last name*, by the power vested in me provisionally by the United States Government, call you forth from whichever plane you reside upon in accordance with the contract you signed at recruitment." This will call him back from death to deal with the problem.
Moody broke the silence. "I had heard some disturbing rumors about those Magical Division boys, but this is the first time I've gotten confirmation."
Amelia took a deep breath and recited the "incantation" and watched in both amazement and horror as the bullet holes healed and closed. The small pieces of lead were pushed out of his body and he sat up gasping and grimacing.
"That always hurts far more than a Cruciatus Curse," he deadpanned
. "Leroy Riddle, Central Intelligence Agency, Magical Division." He winced as he climbed out of the coffin, stretched, retrieved a gun belt with a large revolver, a wand in a holster, and a black dragonhide duster and proceeded to put them on.
A younger auror piped up. "Sir, what are you doing?"
Leroy looked at her silently, just long enough to make it awkward. "My job." He proceeded to look through the file folder until he was interrupted by the same auror. "But sir, you were...dead."
He looked at her incredulously and exclaimed, "Well that's no excuse for slacking off!"