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The earth was dry beneath his dirt-caked fingertips as he clawed his way through the soil, pulling himself up and out of the grave he'd known for longer than he could remember.
Standing on quaking, bloodless legs, he tried to brush some of the grime from his torn and tattered robes, but the effort was futile. It was no matter; he needn't pretend to be clean, letting the flesh reflect the madness and all that.
He reached into his frayed pocket, retrieving his wand. He smiled when the magic still responded to his lifeless form, the force just as supple and bright as the day he tasted power for the first time.
He closed his eyes and pointed the wand at his own chest. "Geminare!" His voice was raspy and he coughed violently against his unused throat, but it was enough. His rib twitched and snapped, causing him to hiss, but he watched as light seeped from his body to take shape. The colors swirled as the details began to form: wild black hair, green eyes, tanned skin, unsoiled.
His twin stumbled as the light dissipated, taking off his glasses to rub them on his fresh robes before placing them back on his nose.
Harry chuckled. "You won't be needing those any longer."
The man barely mumbled a "Huh?" before Harry pointed the wand at the newly formed, yet familiar chest. "Immobulus!"
The body fell to the ground, and he stood over it, lips pursed. "Is my hair really that messy?" He tilted his head, shrugging. "No matter. Time is running out."
He hoisted the body up and dropped it unceremoniously into the empty grave. It lay there, limp and frozen.
He lifted his wand and looked down at himself with a feral grin. "See you in a century, Harry," he said, lifting his wand and watching as the dirt poured over the body, trapping it beneath the earth.