I don't own Harry Potter
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And the birds heralded the beginning.
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Their graves.
James Potter Lily Evans Potter
27 March, 1960 – 30 January, 1960 –
31 October, 1981 31 October, 1981
"The last enemy that shall be defeated is death"
Covered in crows...
So thought the figure strolling towards them.
It's like they're waiting for something...
A chill goes down their spine, They're staring at me, every one.
All at once, they took off, covering the full moon with an inky black cloud.
The figure watched.
A chill wind blew.
Ploof! A wet, earthy sound came from the ground.
They suddenly looked towards the graves. There...
A hand stuck out of the ground.
A cackle came from everywhere and nowhere.
The pale red-headed beauty rose, face spotless, hair gleaming in the re-emerged moonlight.
Beautiful even in death.
"Rise! Rise!"
Ploof! Ploof!
More hands, more risers.
Ploof! ploof! ploof!
The graves soon were empty.
Grey eyes looked over the small army of the dead.
"Godric's Hollow...all awoken."
"Excellent..."