Resurrection || Backandsiriuslyblack
It had been two months, two very long, very lonely months since Sirius passed away. It was a death that Remus just couldn’t accept, it was unjustified in his eyes. It was bad enough they had been apart for twelve very long years, only for him to be snatched from him once again. To him, it was completely unfair, regardless of them being in the middle of a war.
Remus had taken it upon himself to take over the basement of 12 Grimmauld place. He mourned a good week before he decided he had to do something. Amongst his travels and various jobs, he had heard rumors, rumors of ancient magic. This ancient magic could resurrect a being, but only if one had a strong bond with that being. The very kind of bond he and Sirius shared. The basement served as his base of sorts, where he set forth on his research, research he knew he had to keep hidden.
It took him nearly two months to gather everything he required, and he had everything except for a body. There was no body for Sirius, the main most important thing to the spell. Luckily he had something close, hair, from when Sirius got pissed and chopped it all. Remus being a sentimental fool had saved it, and it was a good thing he did.
Currently, he sat in the middle of the basement, focusing his energy, his magic, something he had learned in his research. Once his energy and magic was built enough he recited the spell that he had worked so hard at memorizing. It was long, but he was desperate, he needed his soulmate.
He focused on all their good memories, all the love he felt for him, the bond they shared. It was hard not to break concentration and just break down, but he had to give this his best shot, he had to at least try. Glowing energy swirled around him, lighting up the entirety of the basement. An overwhelming sensation washed over him, it was warmth, the same warmth he felt when he was with Sirius.
The last of the words were recited, the energy peaked before it all subsided completely. It felt almost anticlimactic and he was deathly afraid of opening his eyes. What if it didn’t work? What if it was all for nothing? Did he get his hopes up?
