It was a misty morning that saw a dark haired boy to the edge of the graveyard , wroght iron gate creaking in the wind and rusted over. He walked aimlessly through the rows of stones marking the final resting place of so many wizards, ancient and modern. There was a myth that Merlin was buried here, but the Avalonian picts took the grave away to prepare to resurect in Britan's direst time. But that was only a myth. What this young man was after had a much more tangible and real face.

Harry potter had come to see his lost loved ones. Jet black hair blowing about in the wind, and green eyes already moist, he turned right back around and moved with a purpose to the center of the graveyard and two rows back. Tall and imposing tombstones met his gaze, yet all Harry felt was elation and excitement.

Harry stood about ten feet away from the graves of Sirius Black, Lilly Potter, and James Potter, staring closely at the words on the tombstone.

It was the year of Harry Potter's Twenty-first birthday, and he had good news for those lying beneath the cold ground. Or so he thought it was good news.

"I did it, mum, dad, Sirius. He's dead. I killed the bastard that killed you all." He sobbed as he sank to his knees on top of his mother's grave. "But it didn't bring you back. So I found another thing that would." he gulped, reaching into his pocket to pull out a black vial. "I wasn't allowed near this book after fifth year, but I snuck it out anyway yesterday. And there was a spell on it that gave me so much hope!" He took the stopper off the bottle and drank the potion whole, smashing the empty vessel on a random gravestone.

"Dark meets light in

the Veil of worlds

Golden tarnishes

With a breath

The blood of a hero

Slipped with the black of death

Will bring back those long lost."

he recited, placing both hands into his pockets. "You see, that was the potion call the Blackness of Death. Now, I don't want to blow my own horn, but if I'm anything, I am a hero for killing Voldemort. So it will work! Unfortunately, the blackness of death only works with death, so I have to die now. It will be worth it. I've had too much life, and you haven't had enough. It's a fair exchange." he started to walk around the gravestones in a widdershins circle.

"In ten seconds, I have to take one more vial, then say the incantation. Then I have to sprinkle my blood over your graves and the magic will work. Onley a few more seconds!" He pulled out an equally poisonus looking glass bottle and drank that in one gulp.

"Dark meet light

Let my golden blood tarnish me

But polish those who I see fit.

The darkness of death

The green of life

Both within me.

Both a part of me,

now go to you

Under my feet."

He then withdrew a darkened steel blade and gripped it tightly. "Here goes." He pressed the knife to his wrist and slit it lightly, walking over the graves. He then slit the other and walked backwards. Ht made two diagonal cuts up his arms and then finally, he slit his throat, drenching the ground in his blood.

Three figures became visible in the mist, steadily growing more solid by the moment. Red hair swung, pale skin grew colored, and brown eyes flashed.

"Lilly? Sirius? Where are we?" James looked around, puzzled. Sirius shrugged, but Lilly gasped.

"HARRY!" they were astonished as two women with green and blue tattoos and no clothes appeared taking the body of Harry between them.

"Who are you?" James asked, stepping in front of his wife.

"We are the Picts of Avalon. We ressurected Merlin once, we need his body to do so again."