Resurrection
Chapter I
Revivalism
It was a hot and sticky night, the only soul alive in the small graveyard was one very upset Sirius Black. He had faked his death. The night of the ministry raid he'd concocted a double image of himself. It was like he knew he would have died. Actually, he did. He'd dreamed it several days before and thought of a plan to prevent the happening. Although he had Harry, his best friends only son, he felt incomplete, but Sirius had a plan.
He'd called on a good friend who he'd known since his second year at Hogwarts, Cerise Von Astaire. They had met at a social event hosted by her father to commemorate some German holiday. She had never gone to Hogwarts, her parents disapproved of it, but that didn't mean she wasn't any good with magic - she just used a different kind than other witches and wizards. Ancient and often forbidden magic was her specialty.
Sirius had been staring at the dirty stone slab for several minutes going over in his head whether or not he should really wake Regulus from such a peaceful sleep. He was so entranced that he did not see Cerise stand right next to him.
"Evening, Sirius." He snapped out of his trance and nearly fell over, his folly gaining a sultry giggle from the woman next to him "Why may I ask did you say to meet in a graveyard?"
Regaining his composure, he quietly said "You see this grave? This is my brother."
He motioned solemnly to the stone slap that over the years had collected dirt and grime. Cerise knew instantly what Sirius wanted.
"Oh no! No can do Sirius. I can't just bring someone back to life. It...it screws up history!"
"You've done it before."
"Sirius, that was a bird."
"So?"
"No. End of conversation."
He returned his thoughts to his brother and whether or not he should just forget it. Cerise looked upon his face. He looked so deep in thought that it was so unlike Sirius.
"What're you thinking?"
"Just…I really think he could have been something great."
There was a moment of silence between the two and she took this time to light up a much needed cigarette. Sirius saw this and winced.
"Those things really aren't good for you ya' know." Cerise looked up and smiled.
"These don't affect me. I cannot be poisoned by such things."
Sirius did not know what to say to this, so he just turned back to his thoughts. Cerise had never seen the man look so sad. His eyes were cloudy and dark. She was always a sucker for those eyes.
"Fine. I'll do it, just don't mention it to anyone. Technically, I could be imprisoned for doing this. Ancient magic such as this is dangerous and is strictly forbidden. Should something go wrong, it's your problem, you didn't see me, you don't even know who I am. Understood?"
Without hesitation, Sirius cried yes.
"Okay. Stand back." She warned, throwing the finished cigarette on the ground and stomping on the butt.
Cerise kneeled down and placed both hands on the quaint gravestone. Seconds later, a glowing blue light came from underneath her hands, engulfing the whole stone slab. Sparks that could have been mistaken for lightening came around the two of them. As Sirius witnessed all of this, memories of years past came flooding into his mind about he and his younger brother. The two of them had been inseparable before Sirius had "betrayed" and mudded up the honorable Black name. After so many years of being alone he would once again be able to see the younger Black and maybe steer him in a better direction. A final blinding white light awoke him from his reverie and he was now looking at the form of young Regulus A. Black.