A/n: Ok, I decided that since it seems that people are having a slight problem with the first two chapters I would add some input. I know there is little action and I'm sorry I needed to get the story tone set and ready to go, I wasn't just going to jump right into and expect everyone to know what was going on, so sorry for the lack of anything in the first two, now on to the rest of the story!

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In Our Deaths' You Rise

Severus stood there looking out at the houses that surrounded his house. He had always loved coming out here on the top of his roof looking around and just thinking about all of the muggles and there perfect little lives.

Now standing here all he could think about was his mission and His death. Dumbledore had been like a father to him, but he had killed him. Sure Dumbledore had made him promise that when the time came that he would be the one to succeed where the little prat failed. Severus had never wanted that, had tried to get out of it, but it didn't matter not only had he promised Narcissa, but he had promised Dumbledore with that bloody vow.

He turned his head toward the stars and looked at them. He marveled how much he would miss doing such a simple thing, for he knew he could not stay on this earth after he completed his mission. He sighed and looked one last time at his surroundings then jump down to the ground.

Suddenly he heard a caw and looked over his shoulder, there perched on a nearby fence post was his crow.

"Ah, did you come to lead me to their deaths as well, or are you just sitting there laughing at me?" He sneered at the crow as it just cawed back at him. Suddenly the crow took flight and started heading in the direction of Malfoy Manor.

He shook his head; it would seem that the crow wasn't going to put up with his musings. So he ran.

Running was far more exhilarating than it was when he was alive. When he ran it was as if he was passing the world by. He could fill his lungs with as much air as he needed and it felt like he could never run out. His feet pounded away the pavement as he ran, after awhile several different terrains passed under his feet including grass, mud, and rock. It was as if he could run faster than anything on the earth, which he could.

It was almost like flying, almost. Just as they were rounding a road that would lead him to the hidden Malfoy Manor, he stopped. He couldn't believe he had forgotten all about his magik. How stupid, it was as if he lost all common sense by being the ground for at least a year. He just hoped no more mistakes were made, being a paranoid hadn't saved him in the end or quick thinking, but he didn't want to test those abilities while he was undead, he might as well start taking advantage of all of the extra knowledge he had learned as he died.

He knew wandless, but he wasn't sure if his state of undead would have an effect on his magikal abilities. He focused on a branch that was laying at his and mentally summoned it to him. Oh, it came to him alright; it was like it was there on the ground one second then in his hand in another.

"So it seems my abilities have been doubled from what they were before, interesting," he mused to himself. He looked up and found the crow looking at him intently, if he hadn't known better he would think the crow was giving him a smug look.

"Don't get to cocky you blasted bird, where's my wand?" he asked as he returned her look of satisfaction with a sneer that usually had his first years pissing themselves. The bird shook her head and puffed out her feathers.

"I'll take that as you know where it is," and then they were off, in the same direction. When he finally reached Malfoy Manor he looked around, he had just been here a few hours before, but it wasn't raining now and he could get a look at his surroundings. Nothing had changed, not that he had expected it to. When he looked over to where he was buried he realized that he had been buried in plain view, well plain enough that anyone who knew where he was buried wouldn't try to make the same mistake that he had.

He tasted the air as he started looking for the wards that were up to stop trespassers from entering. He could taste them there, but he could also taste his magik that was blocking the wards from alarming those on the inside from his presence.

He walked slowly over to his grave, he wouldn't think that the Death Eaters' would be dumb enough to bury him with his wand, though he highly doubted they had thought he would come back. When he stopped he looked at the bird which was hopping around the hole that he had crawled out from. He stuck his hand in and summoned his wand to him. Within less than a second he had it in his grip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled. He could smell the death that was around his wand. He would forever engrave that smell in his mind for now and for the afterlife.

He rolled it through his fingers feeling the weight; he doubted the wand would be able to handle the magik that he could channel now, but nevertheless it was a wand.

He decided this was going to be a nice warming welcome from him as he began to level the forest that surrounded the manor. He did it oh so quietly, he wanted this to be a nice big welcome wagon. After he was done he removed all moisture from the trees and then set a fire to them in the very symbol that had cursed him for seventeen years. They blazed so magnificently he was almost afraid that if he looked away it would all be a dream, but his rouse worked marvelously.

Within seconds of the fire growing so hot that it was scorching the ground twenty feet from the base of the fire, which he had levitated in the air for an added effect, twenty some death eaters rushed out and tried to put the fire out, but none of them were strong enough to create that much water.

All stared in wonder as they look at the Dark Mark floating in the air on fire. Anger rushed through them with such force it could be tasted on the air, for Severus though it tasted quite an awful lot like soured milk.

"Who did this?" Screamed Lucius as he looked on in horror that someone would dare defy the Dark Lord in such a manner, and himself as well being it was on his property.

Severus stood there watching as they all stood there with their mouths hung open like a fish out of water. He slowly walked around the fire peering out of the hair that had gotten loose and had fallen in his eyes. Soon he stood in front of the fire looking directly at them, rage that he had never felt before began to consume him as he watched them like a predator watches prey, he could see they had their wands drawn and ready, he just wondered how his body would handle all of the attacks.

No one moved as they watched this strange man, the fire cast eerie glows over his face, highlighting the white and black makeup that encased his face. They couldn't tell who it was considering they were a good fifty yards away. Soon a cackle filled the air as Bellatrix moved to the forefront, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the intruder.

"I'll handle this since the big boys haven't moved, then the Dark Lord will see I'm better than the rest of you gits," she smiled wickedly, making her look even more insane. She slowly moved forward, licking her lips as she decided all of the ways that she would kill the man and hand his head to the Dark Lord on a silver platter, well maybe not silver because even this bastard didn't deserve it, little did she know what was to occur.

"Hello little boy, seems like you are lost. Maybe Bella can send you on home crying to your mummy," she said as her eyes took in the face mentally thinking that if they though she was crazy they should get a good look of his guys face.

"No, I'm not lost; though I'm sure I could use what little of a heart you have to make a fine gift to your husband," he said as he bowed, keeping his eyes on her the whole time, and smiling the biggest grin he could muster.

"Oo, well I think you'll find that my heart belongs no more to him than it does you, how dare you insult the Dark Lord with this offending piece of shite," she said growing angry at the man's words.

"Hmm, well it seems like you are the only one offend considering no one else has dared to step up to me. Now, let's get down to the real business shall we," he purred as he moved closer. She smirked as yelled off several cruses at once. Severus had no problem dodging them as he advanced closer. Bella seemed a little more guarded now that her curses had failed to meet their mark.

Soon a dual was under way as Bellatrix fired off spells and Severus dodged them all the while getting closer and closer. Soon Bella decided that the battle was wasting too much time and hit him square in the chest with the Killing Curse.

Severus looked at her as his eyes got wide and he fell back and hit the ground with a thump. She smiled as she danced her way over to his body and looked down into his face. When she kneeled down to gather his hair into her hands, she looked at his face a little closer.

Her eyes got wide as she realized who lay before her, again, "Sev-," she was cut off from her shoving his wand into her chest. He tilted his head as he looked at her eyes as they got wide.

"Why, I do believe that is my name, but it looks like you won't be speaking it again anytime soon," he said as he sneered into her face. Soon blood began to flow from her mouth, she desperately tried to get words out as he held her there watching the blood flow over his hands.

On lookers weren't sure what was going on, it looked as though she was just staring at the corpse, and oh how little they knew what was going on.

"Looks like I'll be getting that heart after all," and then he laughed. His baritone voice echoing through the manor's grounds, the blood flowing and washing over his hand and his face as it speckled over his face from her attempts to breathe. Soon he was up and pulling the wand from her chest hearing a nice rushing sound leaving through the hole as blood began to fill it up. With a quick flick of his wand her throat was slit and the rest of her putrid smelling blood began to soak the earth.

"Who's next?" was all he asked and soon ten were on him; he simply dodged and killed mercilessly as they all fell to the ground.

"Oh come on, tell me there is at least one of you that can defeat me?" he questioned as the ten lay dead at his feet. He was feeling better and better as more died. He couldn't believe that this was getting easier as more fought him.

"Here I'll even get rid of my wand," then in a puff of smoke it was gone, "now who will challenge me?"

Soon several of the new recruits decided to test his abilities as well for they stepped forward and a string of hexes and dark curses flew through their lips. He couldn't believe they kept going, so he took the attacks and watched the holes and what not fix themselves within a matter of seconds.

Lucius and the rest watched in horror as this guy just kept coming and seemed like he gained strength the longer he fought, which was already at an outstanding level, then it happened, the Dark Mark burned and they had no choice but to leave, and watch as the man continued to slaughter the rest.

Soon Severus was standing there watching the Death Eaters' leave; most of them were in the Inner Circle. He shook his head as he watched them leave and leave the whelps to try and finish him off. Soon he was surrounded by bodies and covered in blood. Oh how was this the night that this had to happen. As Severus looked around he noticed that he had killed at least half of them. Luckily his crow had been smart and stayed out of site.

He was sure that if she had entered or even cawed once then Lucius would have figured it out. He didn't doubt that Lucius would be the one to figure everything out or the Dark Lord. At one time before the Dark Lord had gained immense power Lucius had looked into children's lore. For if he would remember far back enough he would remember that at a young age Severus had taken an interest into animals and possible magikal properties hoping to create new potions. He just hoped it wasn't too soon, for if he did before Severus could finish him and the rest of the Death Eaters' off, he was quite literally fucked.

He decided to leave and visit one place he hadn't wished to visit ever, but it seemed that he had no choice, he felt compelled to visit Dumbledore's grave.

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After entering Hogwarts grounds, he walked slowly and purposely, he stayed to the shadows as best as he could, he couldn't risk any of the Order members, well anyone for that matter finding him. He knew they thought that he had killed Dumbledore purely because he was evil, what they didn't know was that he had had no choice.

He couldn't tell them now, he couldn't tell them until his mission was done, they couldn't know about him, for if they did he was sure they would try to use him to kill Voldemort instead of Potter, hell they would probably take him over completely and use him for the dangerous missions, or just try to kill him on sight.

After passing Hagrid's hut, he could see the tomb in the moonlight. It was just a small break in the clouds, but just enough to highlight the dome, almost as if Dumbledore was beckoning him from beyond the grave.

When he reached the tomb, he ignored the wording, ignored everything except for the tomb itself as he ran his hand over the stone. He couldn't believe how white it was. It was so beautiful that it brought a few tears to his eyes.

He sat down on the ground in front of it and just stared. Finally he acknowledged the wording and ran his fingers slowly over the Dumbledore's name. Then it hit him, pain.

Pain racked his head as he held it, it was almost as if his brain was trying to escape the prison for which it was locked it; doomed to suffer an eternal repose in solid bone. Well, tonight it was extracting its revenge, for Severus could feel nothing but a severe pain in his head that rivaled even that of the effects of the Cruciatus Curse at the hands of Voldemort.

Memories long and forgotten were fighting each other to be the first in line. Things that Severus had thought he had put back in his past where they belonged were coming back full speed.

Memories of Lily, Potter, Sirius and Lupin, and all the fun they had at his expense. Everything in his childhood was coming back, always having the feeling that the Headmaster didn't care about him, coming to him when Lily had died, and becoming his spy, saving the Boy-Who-Freaking-lived all of the time, of his two little friends getting on his nerves. These memories weren't all bad, but it was as if touching the old man's grave caused him to remember why he had killed Dumbledore, why he was seeking revenge on the Death Eaters', every possible reason to be here tonight was back.

After the pain had subsided enough to think he looked at the tomb and shook his head, "So it seems even in my semi-death my vow to you is still there; must be because I'm lingering here in this world, being the dead and undead. You meddling old fool, I presume you had a hand in this, unwanted occurrences in my life could always somehow lead back to you," laughing at the thought, he put his head almost the cool stone, willing the pain to go away.

Cawing from his left informed him of the bird perching itself on the top of the tomb. Severus sighed, he couldn't understand how of why a crow would want to bind itself to a man who reeked evil on a normal basis and lived to see the suffering of others when his mood was foul, though even that wasn't a complete truth.

Dumbledore had always known that purity resided in his being somehow, that somewhere was suppose to be his heart, but the only thing that was in there was the love to the man that was Dumbledore, and that seemed to be it, minus the little occurrences he had when he thought of Lily, but that didn't matter anymore, soon he would be just as dead to them as they were to him at the moment. Soon everything would go back to the way it was suppose to be, and soon he could be free to sleep the eternal sleep that was death.

Cawing struck him again, with his eyes closed the birds images weren't getting to Severus, but as the moon rose to the place directly above his slumped form, a gasp escaped a set of lips.

Lifting his head in record fashion, Severus was locked into a staring contest with none other then the little know-it-all Hermione Granger.

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a/n: I have a feeling this chapter isn't good either but these first chapters are just the beginning of the rest of the story, I need so action, and some fillers to go from baby steps to stride when it comes to this story. I didn't realize how hard it would be twist Harry Potter and the Crow like this. Anyway enough rambling I hope this gives a little more action then the last two, while at the same time move the story forward. While I'm thinking about it the characters are prolly OCC, and the story is AU after six, though it will have a little of the Deathly Hallows in it. PLEASE REVIEW!!!, even if you hate this story, just send something like, I hate it, the end lol

~Hinoki82~