Chapter 1
Dead Man Walking
Snape stood surveying the computer readouts one last time before he completed the program bringing the dead back to life. It was well known that the dead could not be resurrected in muggle or wizarding sciences. However, the cross of the two had reveled a way to do what one alone could not. In simplest terms Snape had combined a variation of the potion used by Voldemort to restore himself, and cloning and genetic manipulation to restore a once dead body back to health. The body would not only come back to life it would become much stronger and faster than it had been before. In addition all senses would be drastically heightened. The reason behind these changes was still unknown. Some believed the shock of bringing the soul back from beyond was what caused the reaction in the body. Perhaps the answer would never be found.
"I know that he has great power in this new body of his. Even though it is madness for one person to take on the entire Order by themselves. Or it is I who is mad for trying to help him." Snape wondered. No matter it was to late to back out now.
Snape typed in a few last commands in the computer, and the machines began to hum to life. Snape looked to the man seated in the chair and waited. Then, a single green eye could be seen as he stirred and began to move.
"Welcome back to the land of the living Potter."
Harry merely groaned and looked to Snape his vision coming into the clear.
"Snape? Usually it's Dumbledore or Hermione who waits beside me in the Hospital wing." Harry said groggily.
"You are not in the Hospital Wing Potter. Tell me what is the last thing you remember?"
Harry thought for a moment. Then suddenly he was hit with a wall of memories. The last one being Ron pointing his wand at Harry's head.
"Ron! I'm going to kill that traitor." Harry hissed dangerously. "Were am I?" Harry asked as he surveyed his surroundings.
"You are currently in the industrial part of London. In a diesel trailer that I modified to hold the equipment necessary to revive you." stated Snape.
"Revive me?"
"You have been dead for seven years Potter. Snape said solemnly.
"Dead? Thats impossible you can't bring the dead back!" Harry shouted.
"You can now."
"Then Ron killed me. What happened after I died?" Harry questioned.
Snape sighed, "After you died Mr. Weasley took control of the Order. Including control of the Ministry."
"Dumbledore would never allow that. He was going to give control back to the Ministry."
"Dumbledore is dead. Killed by Weasley's bodyguard. A man by the name of Fangoram." Snape said sadly.
"What about Hermione where is she?" Harry asked praying she was alright. But the look Snape gave him told him all he needed to know.
"I'm sorry. She was killed a week after you died. Weasley labeled her a traitor and had her executed. I guess he felt she was a threat to him."
Harry had heard all he needed to. He stood up from the chair and looked to Snape. "Where's my wand? I've got a score to settle."
"It's not that easy Potter. First of all Weasley controls the whole Ministry and Order you won't be able to get that close to him that easily. Second my readouts of your body show that your magical energy is unstable. There is no telling what will happen if you attempt to perform a spell. That said I'm not sure what good you'll be now. After all what good is a hero without his powers?" Snape said waspishly.
"A hero is not measured by his power Snape. It is instead by the power of his heart. Didn't Dumbledore ever tell you that? Harry challenged.
"He did. And I was hoping you'd say that I have something that should help even the odds a bit more. Follow me." Snape grinned.
Snape began to lead Harry toward the back of the trailer. It was then that he noticed the clothing he was wearing.
"What's with the clothes Snape? Did you rob a stagecoach or something?" Harry asked.
Snape gave Harry a glare and said "Potter your ignorance continues to amaze me. Even school children know that American wizards; more specifically American Cowboys only use the most durable and reliable materials in their garments. The clothes you are wearing were custom made by an old college... friend of mine by the name of Angie Vaughn. The garments are completely fire proof, impossible to tear, and are capable of blocking most low level spells. Speaking of which you'll also note that the infusion of magic needed in your revival has given you a magical resistance similar to a dragon. Simply put that combined with your clothes should make you invulnerable to nearly every offensive spell."
"Friend huh? Blond or brunette?" Harry asked.
"None of your business Potter." Snape hissed.
"Blond it is."
Snape began muttering obscenities under his breath.
"You still don't like me do you Snape?"
"No I Don't." said Snape.
"Good. I was afraid I'd have to pretend to be nice to you throughout this."
Snape ignored Harry's last comment as they had just arrived at the rear of the trailer. Snape then pulled a cover off a table revealing a large black coffin made of steel. It was nearly six feet long with a silver skull wear the head would be if a body was placed in it. While a normal coffin had sharp edges and handle bars; this one had smooth round edges and two chains hooked to it. Snape reached forward and flipped a hidden switch. The coffin hissed as a compartment in the center popped open revealing two large handguns. Each was nearly a foot long with a cross design that covered the majority of the gun. One was white, the other was red.
"They are from the Cerberus weapon series. They're called the Right and Left Head respectively. I understand you carried a sidearm during the war. Do you still think you can handle a gun?" Snape asked. The tone of his voice suggested that he believed Harry couldn't.
Harry looked at Snape, then picked up the red gun and began expertly spinning and twirling the gun around. He then tossed it and caught it behind his back.
"I think I'll manage." Harry said with a grin.
"Good. The clips are charmed to hold 90 rounds apiece. That should be enough even for you. However, if it isn't there are spare clips stored in the coffin. You'll also note that this coffin does more than hold your weapons. It is also a weapon itself. It has both a built in machine gun and rocket launcher." Snape said while pointing things out as he spoke.
"Yes thats all good but does it have a cup holder for my beer?" Harry innocently asked.
"Just try not to shoot yourself in the foot with it." Snape said dismissively. He tossed Harry a black earpiece. "This will allow me to communicate with you while your in the field."
"So how do I get around town? This truck will be too easy to follow." Harry said as he put the earpiece on.
"I'm aware of that. You'll just have to use this." Snape led Harry out side where Harry saw a brand new Harley Davidson motorcycle.
"Awesome." was all Harry could say.
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