Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter but I do own my mind and my mind came up with this.
Life or Death
The air was cold as they entered the graveyard, here was the bones of those, killed by Voldemort's wrath and anger, lay. Harry and Hermoine Potter wallked thourh the crumbling headstones, the great war was over, but out a price. They carried on to find a freshly dug grave, the inscription on the headstone read "RONALD WEASLY". Lumps came to the throats of the newlyweds as they remembered their best friend. Hermione knelt down and laid a bunch of orangegeraniums on the earth, kissed the granite headstone and returned to her husbands arms.
They moved on to the grave of Lily and James Potter. Harry knelt down and tears spwooded out of his eyes, after 21 yeas he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I can bring them back" Hermione's voice was barely audible.
"Nothing can awaken the dead!" How dare she even joke about such a thing! She was his best friend, his lover! This was the thing at the deepest depth of his heart! And she was mocking him!
"I can, but at a price" the sound was less than a whisper.
Harry could not believe his ears, but before he could react, her voice sounded through the night:
"Wek de Doden!"
Hermoines body rose and the most blood curdling scream escaped her mouth, as a pure white gas seeped thruogh her skin. It shot to the ground and dug down harder and harder until it produced the mangeled corpes of Lily and James Potter. The gas speared the hearts of the deseaced, it set them beating once more. The gas then spread to the rest of the rest of the carcases regenerating the other organs.
And then, just like that, Lily and James opened their eyes, as if to awoken from a pleasant dream. Their smiles faded.
Hermiones body dropped like a stone.
Harry rushed to her broken body. He cradled it. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose and mouth before placing his head to his dead wife's ear. He uttered those three words:
"I love you"
Harry ran into his parents arms for a much needed embrace and then into the blackness of the night.
Authors Note: Sorry if I freaked you out ( dollymixrocoutloud that means you) but please reveiw on your way out. By the way, if you wre wondering, "Wek de Doden" means awaken the dead in Dutch.