Title: The Return of the Phoenix- Prologue (1/?)
Author Name: Karyn M
Author E-mail: ann665@home.com
Category: Action/adventure/mystery.
Keywords: James Potter, Prof. Renae, Jenaneve.
Spoilers: Knowing about the books would be really good. I did write a little bit of background and history is mention several times. There's an unsure spoiler on the order of the deaths of Lily and James Potter.
Rating: PG-13 for some not-so-nice language, and some up coming horrors.
Summary: James Potter is accidentally brought life and is reintroduced to the life he left behind- including his son. But all is not peaceful for Voldemort is back as well, and the members of Hogwarts must find the spy amongst them- before they cause too much damage to repair. Confrontations between Voldemort and scattered people, death, and the reunion of Marauders (Wormtail will meet them soon enough...) ahead!
Disclaimer: If I owned them James and Lily would not be dead. All I own is whomever (or whatever) I make up.
Author's Note: This plot was what I wrote my first HP fanfic to, and I've been meaning to rewrite it for a long time. (Written in August '00) Hope ya like this. Oh, and please, even if you don't like this when you're done, review and tell me what you don't like and I'll change it- if it's reasonable.
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"The eyes of a- WHAT??- Mus? Huh? Oh! A house mouse- yukyukyuk! Gross," A young voice moaned. A twenty-six-year-old witch was making a potion with little description besides its title: 'Mortuus Surgere', and its ingredients. She was aware that she could be doing something dangerous and not seeming to care, she had hidden herself in the a cavern in Northern Scotland to perform the potion how ever she saw fit. And incase something did happen, no one would know. No need to be utterly embarrassed.
At the moment she was fingering the silvery material of an invisibility cloak. She didn't remember where or how she got it. She only vagly remembered wanting one minute to take a walk by the forbidden forest one minute and the next minute she was lying on her back staring at the white ceiling of the Hospital Wing with a killer headache. Imagine! First year and already she was getting into a mess!
The young lady smiled at the thought. It wasn't until later did she discovered the torn piece of an invisibility cloak; the inner part of one, but from one never the less. With a sigh she looked at the potion. It required something of someone who had died within the last two decades. The woman honestly doubted that the owner of the cloak was deceased, but if he- or she- was then she would like to meet them. She never once considered the owner could be a dark wizard.
Taking one last look at the piece of those lost moments of her youth, she expertly tossed it into the cauldron, and then turned her attention on the potions book. "Let the potion sit and then... back away?" She frowned, that didn't make much sense, but she wasn't going to go against it- and good thing she had.
For a moment nothing happened, and the young lady feared that something had happened. She sighed. "Well Jen, you always seemed to know how to waist time-" Suddenly the potion began to bubble, then glow. A bottle of wormwood across the room shattered, sending the stuff on everywhere within three inches off it, followed by another one. Jen gasped startled and started backing away. "Uh oh..."
The bubbling of the potion intensified till it began to overflow. The glow brightened till she could no longer look at it. Just when she was ready to start screaming, it stopped. The bubbling, the light, everything. It was like Jen had never done anything.
There was a silence.
Slowly the young lady leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and slid down the wall. As she did so she let her eyes examine the room. Most of the bottles had survived, there was the shards on the floor, the sideways cauldron, the body of a man, the Dark Arts book turned upside down... Wait a minute! THE BODY OF A MAN??? Jen jumped to her feet, and rushed over to where she thought she saw a body. Her eyes turned to saucers and she turned around, her face beat red. Oh yes, there was a man behind her. A completely, utterly naked man.
"Oh no, oh NO! This is not good..." she mumbled, grabbing her cloak and ever-so-slowly moved back (Her eyes closed enough she could still see, but just not allot.) and proceed to drape/tuck the deep red cloak over/under the strange man. Once done, she carefully stepped over the man so she could get a better look at the face that had previously been turned away from her.
Stooping she gently lifted the head slightly and almost dropped it in terror.
"OH MY GOD!!!!!" Jen did however scream. Oh she knew who this man, she also knew this man was dead. Or had been, for at her scream the person on the floor stirred, moaned, and opened confused, brown eyes. Jen pulled her hands away as if she'd been burned, forgetting she had lifted the man's head, which had landed somewhat hard on the stone floor and backed away in a 'crab walk'.
"Owww," The man croaked, his voice sounding ill used, and dry. "What was that for?" His hands went to his head, and rubbed the sore spot. Jen's wide eyes hardly missed how the cloak slipped down with the movement. The dazed man remained still for a moment longer till his eyes suddenly widened and he sat up really fast, nearly making the cloak reveal more than Jen personally wanted to see.
Suddenly he started looking around sharply, eyes moving wildly. "Where am I? Where is he??" He demanded, as he moved his hands along the floor for something, and gave up when he couldn't find whatever he was looking for. "Well?" He asked again, resting his gaze on the terrified woman in the corner. Jen gulped. "W-who?" She stuttered.
The other person in the room glared at her. "You know exactly who! I know who you are so why pretend you have no idea what I'm talking about??" He shouted, shifting and making the cloak fall dangerously farther. "Um, sir, I'm, uh, afraid I don't, er, have any idea what you're ta-talking about." Jen stuttered out, covering her eyes with her hands. "C-could you p-pull that cloak up, s-sir?"
The man blinked, looked down, and blanched. He quickly covered himself, an indignant look touched his features. He composed himself enough, before he spoke; "I'm talking about my son! You bastareds killed my wife, and I know my son was still alive before- before- whatever the bloody hell you did to me!!" For someone clothed in only a cloak, with no weapons, and she knew could not see her clearly, this man still managed to have a fierce look to him.
Jen's eyes widened, as realization finally entered her mind. Oh! He meant /him/!! "S-sir," she paused and tried again. "Mister, I'm not a Death Eater. You might remember me from school. Whenzly, Jenaneve Whenzly. (A/N: pronounced Jen-nuh-veeve) I was a first year Gryffindor when you were in your seventh year." Silently she prayed he would remember her.
Brown eyes blinked, once, twice, then a light up behind them. "Whenzly, do you say? Rings a bell. But you sound different then Jen does, she's supposed to be- what- fifteen? You sound older." His voice had an edge of disbelief to it. Slowly the woman in question lowered her hands. "It's true," said Jenaneve, becoming a little bolder. "I'm now 26 turning 27 in half a year." he looked at her incredulously. "27?" He repeated. "But that, that can't be!" He shook his head, unable to process this. "If you're really Jenaneve, and- and you're really 27 then that means I've lost..." He paused doing the math in his head. He gasped "NEARLY FOURTEEN YEARS?!?"
"Er," Jen commented. "Not exactly, sir..." He watched her apprehensively. Jenaneve said delicately. "You see, you've been, um, how should I say this? You haven't lost fourteen years, per say, you've been, er, dead for fourteen years, Mr. Potter." The man, better known as James Potter, gaped. "What?" He stared at her like she had grown a second head. But for some reason sounded right. He /did/ remember the flash of green light, but... nothing after that. No heaven, no hell, no stuck as a ghost, just nothing...
"Mr. Potter?" Jen prodded gently. She could see the emotions racing across his face, until they finally started settling on understanding and worry. "Jen," James whispered after a few moments of silence. "If Lily died, and I died, then Harry..." He didn't want to finish. So she did, "Lived and became a celebrity," her voice was full of respect. When he looked at her, his resurrector's face broke into a smile. "Yep," said Jen. "I believe he goes to Hogwarts, fifth year this September." A beat. "Do you want to go there? To Hogwarts?"
James' face broke into a smile made of relief and happiness. At his nod, she stood up, a determined look on her face. "Well it's Hogwarts it is. But first..." He frowned. She coughed and pointed at her cloak, which feathered the floor as he stood.
"Oh. Robes right?" asked James.
She nodded. "You wo- wear glasses, if I recall?"
He returned her nod.
She sighed. "This is going to be fun..."
The Chapter has now ended
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Enjoy?
Sirius: How can they enjoy it? It's too SHORT??
Miss Sera: pout I KNOW! I KNOW!!! It'll get longer!
Sirius: Then shorter, and shorter like all the rest...
Miss Sera: glare Do you want me to do to you what happened to ***??
Sirius: horrified Since when did you call him 'SEV'???
Miss Sera: Well thanks for spoiling it! And since I started writing that MWPP 6th year story.
Sirius: You mean the one that-- Karyn's hand migrated to his mouth Oomph! --;
Miss Sera: You'll find out what he mentioned soon enough. Maybe before the sequel I have had long since planned to write. Tata!! Review pl!!
Sirius: For those who wondered, 'Mortuus Surgere', can be loosely translated as 'To Raise the Dead'.