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Chapter Four:

Rise of the Necromancer

"Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?" sneered Sirius Black.

And so he did. Severus Snape crept drearily down to his dungeon all by his lonesome as Aurors searched the Hogwarts Grounds above for Sirius Black who was probably halfway to Vegas by now. He had failed in bringing down his worst living enemy, and Snape would have to live with this failure forever etched into his memory. The images of Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and his least favorite James Potter laughing at him would never vanish. James would always win at Quidditch, in social situations, and Lily. His Lily would forever be in the arms of James Potter eternally in death. Even death would not part them.

Reaching into the cupboard, Snape took out his chemistry set as he always did whenever he was in a bad mood. This seemed happening more often through the years as he had more and more Weasleys in class. He began throwing random ingredients together in his rage and sorrow. If only Lily had not died, he thought. If only she were alive again, then everything would be better. He'd tell her that he was sorry and that he had changed. He did not notice as a drop of blood from his hand fell into the cauldron and the smoke above the cauldron drifted out the window…

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Minerva McGonagall could not help but notice the increased number of reports in the newspaper about gruesome, gory deaths and empty graves. Even the Muggle newspapers were reporting people being found in their houses missing limbs, organs, and even noses. There was something eerie about this, but if she mentioned it to any other wizard they would say it was the fault of the infamous murderer Sirius Black. Any reasonable person, however, would know that even an infamous murderer could not leave a bite mark in a person's thigh.

One afternoon, she finally decided to confront the Headmaster about this pending issue. "Sir," she started, as they were almost finished with their daily game of wizard's chess, "have you noticed anything odd in those attacks that have been reported in the Daily Prophet lately?"

"Not really Professor McGonagall. Is something bothering you?" asked the aged Headmaster while popping a lemon drop in his mouth. "Lemon drop?"

"No thank you," she replied. "I'm just concerned that there is something horribly wrong with all of this. It concerns me that no one has been caught yet."

"Don't worry about it, professor," stated Professor Dumbledore. "The students are perfectly safe here." Due to certain circumstances of the past, Minerva McGonagall did not believe him whatsoever.

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Severus Snape was about ready to kick himself for not paying attention to the potion he was making. When looking in his book Snape noticed that he was making a revival draught, but due to some deadly nightshade, tongue of deer, petal of decayed flower, water from some old fish bowl, and blood dropping from his hands the cauldron was bubbling dangerously. It wasn't even his own blood: he now remembered that it had come from Potter's robes when Snape had interrogated him about the location of Black. The ingredients were reacting nastily to each other and a strong stench of blood reeked through his office.

Snape was just about ready to clean up the potion when something burst through his wall. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was Lily-kins! His Lily! Alive!

"Lily! Oh, Lily!" he cried to weak to move. "I'm so sorry! Will you forgive me?"

Lily turned to him. "BRAINS!" she groaned. Severus gasped upon seeing her empty eyes full of only death and hate. There was another smashing noise that echoed through the room and there stood James Potter.

"BRAINS!" he groaned as well, pointing to the panic-stricken potion's master.

Sirius Black then busted another hole in the wall and sprinted up to Snape. "When I said go play with your chemistry set, I didn't mean like this! Run for your lives!" he shrieked. The two grown men bolted out of the door hollering like little girls.

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Professor McGonagall was returning to her office after long hour of hall duty filled by another Weasley twin fiasco when Severus Snape and Sirius Black fell through the ceiling. "Blimey, they're fast! Seriously, we had to climb through the ceiling tiles to get away from them," Sirius Black muttered, rubbing his head where he had hit it.

"Sirius Black!" she exclaimed, clutching her heart.

"Oh hey, Minnie. What's up?" he asked pleasantly.

"Y-you're here! Again!" McGonagall proclaimed. "And don't call me Minnie!"

"Sorry, it's a habit," he explained. "Really, what's cookin-"

"Zombies!" shouted Snape grabbing the front of her robes. "Zombies! Look out!"

"Black, what did you do to him?" she questioned venomously.

"I didn't do anything! It's all his fault."

"They're coming! Save me! He wants to eat me!" cried Snape hugging her around the waste.

"Severus! Let go of me this instant! You can be certain that the Headmaster will hear of this!"

"No, he's right," stated Sirius Black as if he'd just remembered some sort of problem. "They want to eat our-"

"BRAINS!!!!!!!!" hollered two voices. Minerva snapped her head over to see two very familiar faces looking at the three of them. It was terrifying. Lily and James Potter stood there, their faces marred by death, but they seemed to be acting as a living person would. No, it could not be. There was only one explanation for this.

"Zombies!" she screamed. People poked their heads out of doorways and passageways upon this statement, and absolute mayhem was the result. Students and staff members took flight as the zombies attacked. McGonagall knew there was only one thing to do: darting to the Astronomy Tower she bolted and barricaded the door with countless spells and then moved one of the curtains to reveal it. She pulled the lever setting off the Zombie-Alert-Alarm (she knew this thing would come in handy).

To be continued…

AN: Yeah guys, people coming back from the dead are a bad idea. We don't know how many times it is mentioned in the series that magic cannot revive the dead. If someone would try, it would only be logical that the person would be a zombie. Leave necromancy alone. No one wants to hear about it. And you all know that this has been tried with several characters. Stay tuned for part two. And three, and four, and five… Don't worry: there's going to be a shit-load of sequels. XD