The Tigress Lily

Just a quick note. The word Freiheit means freedom in German. I wanted the latin word but knew the German word so thats what we get. Please read and review.

~Gergory Goyle Sr. and Vincent Crabbe Sr. stood in front of the vast body of water that the Wizarding world called Lake Freiheit. It has a different name in the world of Muggles. They don’t know its sordid past. So many great and terrible people have come to their final rest by its banks; it has become a legend and a graveyard to those who fought the final war. The dead of both sides are buried here; they all lay together on the bottom of this lake. All are mourned equally as was the wish of the savior of wizarding kind, Harry Potter. An eerie mist rises from the water at all times but tonight it is especially thick. Powerful magic fills the air. Goyle and Crabbe are here on orders, as always. They have come to ful thl the final request of the man they have always truly served, Lucius Malfoy.

*If I should die in this final battle and even one of you lives, you will follow the instructions I have laid out in scroll I have given you. *

Both Crabbe and Goyle had survived the final battle. They had done so well, in fact, that the Ministry had never been able to convict either of them of any crime. Their true master had died that night, as well as the Dark Lord. Though many believed that they only followed Lucius out of fear this was not true. Both Crabbe and Goyle loved Lucius Malfoy; both would have followed him into his grave if they had had no hope of his return. But they had hope, for Lucius had been a powerful wizard and had planned for his resurrection.

The spell in the scroll had been complex, a resurrection spell, using darker magic than either of them had ever known. It had taken months for Crabbe and Goyle to prepare for this night, but now standing at the edge of the lake, they were ready. And they were not alone. The ghost of Lucius had appeared at the edge of the lake, he was waiting for his body. The chanting would last into the early hours of the morning, to rejoin the aura and the body. They would be drawing on those people who contained the aura of Lucius and so the final segment of the spell would have to be preformed in haste. Both Draco and Narcissa would feel the pull of the spell, would feel the drain. Draco was still at Hogwarts and Dumbledore would know that something was happening right away.

As the night and chanting wore on, Crabbe and Goyle felt the magic grow and grow until they felt the world around them would explode. The ghost of Lucius seemed to grow darker and more solid with every hour that passed. When the time had come, the two began the end of the chant. Warm, golden light appeared to come from two points unknown and co lased in the ghost of Lucius. The mist over the lake became so thick that nothing was visible. When the mist finally cleared Crabbe and Goyle could see a nude man kneeling at the edge of the lake. The man stood and turned to face them, his body glowing in the moonlight, his face unmistakable.