The Return of the Boy-Who-Lived
Chapter One: The Return
Summary: People once believed that when someone dies a crow carries that soul to the land of the dead, but sometimes something so bad happens that terrible sadness is carried with it, and the soul can't rest, and sometimes the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. Five years after his death Harry Potter is brought back by the very same crow who brought the last hero back- Eric Dreaven. Now that Harry Potter is back from the dead what is he to do? HP/ The Crow Xover
A ruined castle stood a few feet away from the body of water that surrounded the ground its remains stood on, behind it stood a forest that was known to the former students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry only as "The Forbidden forest."
The castle hadn't always been in ruins. It used to stand so high and mighty that it could have been a kings castle. For over one thousand years did the castle stand providing a safe environment for witches and wizards to learn and grow with out worrying about muggles prosecuting them. Hunting them. It became like a home to everyone who lived there.
It was a great thing this castle, however all great things must come to an end.
At the edge of the forbidden forest there stood a grave. It was a humble grave looking as broken as the castle. In front of this grave stood a twenty year old girl who was officially named Ginevra Molly Weasley though most of her friends simply knew her as Ginny.
In her younger years she had looked rather different than she was now. Her hair, for one, was longer than it had been, and not nearly as dark shaded red as it was now. Her complexion had somehow come to be lighter and smoother. She no longer had freckles like her brother, Ron still did. Her eyes had generally stayed the same except for that look she would always get when ever left alone. The look of mourning.
It had been five years since the death of the boy known to her as Harry James Potter, yet despair and grief still lingered in her heart. Somehow she knew that the pain she felt when ever his face popped into her mind would never go away. Harry Potter, The Boy Who lived, the chosen one, the Savoir of the wizarding world. He had many names but to Ginny he was only Harry. To Ginny he was her entire world.
The twenty year old girl took a deep breath and bent down to the grave of the boy who had been the love of her life only five years ago. The robes she had on were a dark black color. Under these robes she wore muggle clothing- a white long sleeved shirt covered her breasts and torso. the tie she wore under the caller of her shirt had stripes with the colors of red and gold- her old house colors. A large bouquet of Lily flowers kept her hands occupied as she struggled for words to say to her dead loved one.
"Hey Harry…" she hesitated, not knowing what to say. She hadn't been to her lovers grave since the day they buried him. Tears began to fill her eyes as she thought of the way Harry had died. She sighed and placed Harry's favorite flowers on his grave which was covered with snow (as it was winter). She let her tears fall for the first time as she traced the words that were supposed to form Harry's name. Instead, because the grave marker was split in half it only formed "Har Otte" below the broken name the date of his death and birth had been engraved, "from July 31st 1980-2000 December 31st". Above that stood a quote all of his friends had decided to put in, it was simple but the only way they could put in words how much they cared for the boy." Dearest Friend, Beloved family, he saved our world. A lot." The air became quiet when Ginny couldn't think of anything to say. Deciding that she would come back another time once she figured out what to say the girl known as Ginny turned around and began to leave. As she did so she did not notice when a crow dove down and landed on top of Harry's grave. As soon as the crow landed he began to peck at the rock.
It didn't take long for Ginny to notice this. She glared at the crow. She tried to chase it away. Did everything she could think of but nothing would work. Sighing she gave up, and turned to leave once more.
Waiting for her at the edge of the Hogwarts ground were her two older brothers Fred and George Weasley. They looked at her, and for once in their life they didn't say a thing. After giving each other a sorrow filled look each sibling left with a loud "crack" leaving the sign of apparition.
While all this was happening the crow that still stood on Harry's grave kept on pecking. Peck. Peck. Peckpeckpeck. It wasn't until nightfall did the crow stop. And that was when the wizarding world would change forever.