Authors note; I'm sure it has been a while sense I have last written any thing blushes But I haven't had any time...until now. But this story has been sitting in my head for some time, so decided to try it out. So lets see how it goes, remember to review at the end .

Disclaimer; If you can recognize anything in this it is most likely owned by some one else. Harry Potter and co. are owned by J.K. Rowing.

Rating; PG-13 for now, it may change but I am not sure where I'm going with this, currently it is rated for this because of language (later on) and abuse… yadda yadda yadda…you get it.

Summery; 4th year. Coinciding with a plan of Voldemort's gone array James Potter is brought back from the dead. Currently at the Dursleys Harry is having one of the worst summers yet, how long can he hold on?

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INTRODUCTION

Necromancy; a person who is invoked with the black magic's or dark arts, a conjuror. Originating from ancient civilizations such as Assyrians, Babylonians, Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans, now assimilating to early England society. Known now to be of the black arts.

Necromancy; The conjuration of the spirits of the dead, or of its communication. Made to earn, or gain knowledge of the future. Also used to accomplish any of some otherwise impossible, or undoable tasks. Even though necromancy is rarely used by a greatly powerful magus as an escape out of, or from death. Raising, to rebirth of old dead sprits and the souls of long dead persons. – To resurrect the dead.

-this is where we begin.

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Enchanting conjourments swept through the air, spells unknown, untold, for countless of generations. Though the air remained think, you could see with out an undoubtedly eye, the magic's power.

The imposing Lord Voldemort stood in his office, reciting the old dark magic's, creating a fear that each one of his followers never thought that they would or could feel. Then the man stopped short, and turned himself around, so that now he was looking in the direction towards each of his followers. All of them were hidden in a sanctioned castle, a lair if you will, hidden away from the rest of the world to see.

The evil wizard had called them there, to conduct the first step of his seemingly unstoppable plan. In his hands lay a book, brought to him merely a fortnight before by his most loyal, Lucius Malfoy.

The book was stone covered, protecting the pages that lie with in. Each of these pages ripped and worn, but its script was legible none the less. This was THE book of necromancy, lastly owned by one of the four greatest wizards of the last millennia- Salazar Slytherin. It was here where old, now forgotten spells lie, spells told to communicate with the dead, how to rule them, how to raise them.

The entire death eater's ceased to breath for a moment when Voldemort allowed a smirk, and gave a low chuckle.

"My Brethren," The Lord began, "My followers, my loyal, the time has come,"

A pause, then he began to pace back and forth between his ranks.

"I have found it…" What he had found, he did not say right away, choosing instead to stop pacing, once again standing in the front of his ranks. Now analyzing each of his followers, looking each of them in the eye through their stony white masks.

"As you all know," He began up again, "I am the soul heir to the great and powerful Lord Salazar Slytherin, and we are all here to finish his noble work, to cleanse the world of the impure. Again as you all should know the only one capable of stopping me, the Gryffindor heir, Harry Potter." Here he paused to smirk slightly.

"But not to worry, I have a plan. This book that I hold in my hand, gives me the ultimate power to resurrect the dead. The person I have in mind is some one whom, none of you, no one would guess for me to raise. James Potter, yes you may think that, that is possibly the worst choice, but no, from the moment that Potter comes back, his mind is blissfully blank, until awoken he will remember nothing.

"With a few spells we can keep it that way. With James Potter, the former heir to Gryffindor on our side we will be unstoppable. To be sure, Harry Potter would not revoke against his own father. In a simple way we could turn the elder father against his own son. Although not the heir, the blood still runs through his veins, making him a very powerful ally indeed."

He stopped. He turned around, calling his most 'loyal' subjects forward.

"Lucius, Severus, I want you to go down to were our 'guest of honor' will be waiting. You must bring him back here right away. I must remain here with the rest of my death eaters, the spell must be cast away from the sight."

With a wave of his hands he dismissed them, and both disappeared. The two of them reappeared in an old looking grave yard, mist swirling and twirling amongst their feet, nipping at their ankles. Severus' eyes scanned the area, though it was midnight he could still make out a few things around the area. Dozens of old cracking tomb stones surrounded them, turning his head slightly his eyes made their way to Lucius' form.

The pale blonde was standing rigidly, in front of a newer looking tomb. Severus casually made his way over to Malfoy. Stopping just short of the intended tomb he gazed upon the grave of his hated rival.

Doubt again began to cloud his mind, doubt on weather or not his 'Lord' would accomplish the task he seeked, Severus was almost positive that it would never work; necromancy was not something to trifle with and very seldom worked.

Soon both the death eaters heard chanting chorusing through the air, thickening the air of magic about them.

"It's begun," Severus heard Lucius say, his voice had a churn to it making Snape believe that he was smirking, and true enough when he looked to the side, Lucius' lips were turned up in a smirk.

The chanting soon grew in volume, the magic thickening even more to a dangerous degree, it had been going on for five minutes then suddenly it stopped. Severus and Lucius shared a looks, and then suddenly the ground began to shake violently, throwing Severus backwards.

He struggled to grasp onto something, grabbing on to a near by tree, clutching it as to not fly off bounds again. He closed his eyes tightly as to not lose his lunch.

Soon after the shaking ground stopped, opening his eyes once more, he looked around. He turned to see his old Slytherin friend standing over a form, which appeared to be a body. It seemed to be wearing tattered rags, with fading colours.

Millions of thoughts ran quickly through Severus' head, all pointing to the returned soul of James Potter. Knowing that he could not let Voldemort have this victory, he wavered that his position of a spy was out weighed by this little factor.

Thinking quickly he ran forward, and stunned Lucius, grabbed on to the old tattered body, and apparated out of the old grave yard to the grounds of Hogwarts.

Reappearing just out side the forbidden forest he now had the time to gaze upon the rescued.

Sure enough it was his old foe James Potter, down to the old glasses and everything, still his clothes were old and thread bare. Saying a quick spell he levitated the body toward Hogwarts school, contemplating on just how he was going to tell Dumbledore about this.

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Next Chapter We go to Harry

Authors Note; Yes I know this is a little short, but I wanted to try the idea out to see how it works Yes I know the whole idea about James being brought back is done to death and these reasons kinda suck but deal with me here. And yes this story will deal with Harry abuse and that should come up next chapter.

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