Summary: A necromancer brings James and Lily Potter back to life, only for
them to find that their son is in Azkaban for the murder of Lucius Malfoy.
Disclaimer: Mors Occisor and the other necromancers are mine. Nothing else is.
Evanescence makes the best soundtrack for this by far. Bring Me to Life. My Immortal. Anything from Fallen, really.
Slayer of Death
Prologue: Bring Me to Life
The stone dungeon in the heart of Azkaban was dark, including the single figure within it. Unlike the others, curled in the corner of their cell, she was spread upon the floor, her head tilted back as if she was drunk. Her hair was dark and spread like oil on the floor. Under her breath she muttered words in a strange language.
"Tönkrejutás védÅvámrendszer ellen mágiam. Liliom és örökös, éber, éber, visszatérítés irányában megvilágítás! Visszatérítés irányában evégbÅl szükségképpen segédeszköz!"
The guards outside exchanged raised eyebrows.
"That one's lost her marbles," Brayers laughed. It was only his second week, and he was the much less experienced of all the guards. "She didn't even need dementors."
"She was like that when they brought her in," the older of the two, Rodzina. She was the only female guard, but had been around far longer. No one knew quite how old she was; she looked only about thirty or so, but she'd been there as long as anyone could remember. "Screaming nonsense and fighting the guards. That was when they still had dementors."
"How long's she been here?"
Rodzina shrugged. "I only saw her the second time they brought her in. That was nigh on fifty years ago."
"Fifty?!"
"I know. She's a necromancer, so she's in for life. Tried to raise Merlin and Morgan le Fay — and would have, if she hadn't been stopped. She tried to escape fifty years ago; got out of her cell and into the water before she started to sink like a stone. Not because she couldn't swim, it looked like someone pulled her. But we couldn't find anyone in the water."
"Creepy."
She continued to mutter very fast, her head lolling. "Liliom és örökös, éber, éber! Liliom és örökös, éber, éber!"
"Wait a minute..." Brayers said slowly.
"Éber, éber! Éber, éber! Éber, éber!"
"That's not nonsense, it's actually a language," Brayers realized.
"You understand it?"
"Bits."
"Éber, éber! Éber, éber! Éber, éber!"
"What's she saying, then?"
A shocked looked appeared on the younger guard's face.
"Awake."
And an explosion of white light sent them flying down the hall. They watched in disbelief and alarm as slowly, two figures materialized from the blinding aura filling the cell and the hallway beyond. There was a loud sound of screaming above which could be heard crazed, triumphant laughter. Shouted pleas echoed off the walls.
"Not Harry, please not Harry, take me instead!"
"Take Harry and go! I'll hold him off!"
Slowly the glow began to fade, and two figures were revealed, curled on the floor, clad in tattered and stained clothes. A woman and a man. The prisoner stood and touched the man, then the woman on the head, and both rose.
"W-where are we?" the woman stammered.
The prisoner's face cracked into an evil grin. "Welcome to Azkaban, Mr. and Mrs. Potter."
Disclaimer: Mors Occisor and the other necromancers are mine. Nothing else is.
Evanescence makes the best soundtrack for this by far. Bring Me to Life. My Immortal. Anything from Fallen, really.
Slayer of Death
Prologue: Bring Me to Life
The stone dungeon in the heart of Azkaban was dark, including the single figure within it. Unlike the others, curled in the corner of their cell, she was spread upon the floor, her head tilted back as if she was drunk. Her hair was dark and spread like oil on the floor. Under her breath she muttered words in a strange language.
"Tönkrejutás védÅvámrendszer ellen mágiam. Liliom és örökös, éber, éber, visszatérítés irányában megvilágítás! Visszatérítés irányában evégbÅl szükségképpen segédeszköz!"
The guards outside exchanged raised eyebrows.
"That one's lost her marbles," Brayers laughed. It was only his second week, and he was the much less experienced of all the guards. "She didn't even need dementors."
"She was like that when they brought her in," the older of the two, Rodzina. She was the only female guard, but had been around far longer. No one knew quite how old she was; she looked only about thirty or so, but she'd been there as long as anyone could remember. "Screaming nonsense and fighting the guards. That was when they still had dementors."
"How long's she been here?"
Rodzina shrugged. "I only saw her the second time they brought her in. That was nigh on fifty years ago."
"Fifty?!"
"I know. She's a necromancer, so she's in for life. Tried to raise Merlin and Morgan le Fay — and would have, if she hadn't been stopped. She tried to escape fifty years ago; got out of her cell and into the water before she started to sink like a stone. Not because she couldn't swim, it looked like someone pulled her. But we couldn't find anyone in the water."
"Creepy."
She continued to mutter very fast, her head lolling. "Liliom és örökös, éber, éber! Liliom és örökös, éber, éber!"
"Wait a minute..." Brayers said slowly.
"Éber, éber! Éber, éber! Éber, éber!"
"That's not nonsense, it's actually a language," Brayers realized.
"You understand it?"
"Bits."
"Éber, éber! Éber, éber! Éber, éber!"
"What's she saying, then?"
A shocked looked appeared on the younger guard's face.
"Awake."
And an explosion of white light sent them flying down the hall. They watched in disbelief and alarm as slowly, two figures materialized from the blinding aura filling the cell and the hallway beyond. There was a loud sound of screaming above which could be heard crazed, triumphant laughter. Shouted pleas echoed off the walls.
"Not Harry, please not Harry, take me instead!"
"Take Harry and go! I'll hold him off!"
Slowly the glow began to fade, and two figures were revealed, curled on the floor, clad in tattered and stained clothes. A woman and a man. The prisoner stood and touched the man, then the woman on the head, and both rose.
"W-where are we?" the woman stammered.
The prisoner's face cracked into an evil grin. "Welcome to Azkaban, Mr. and Mrs. Potter."
