Hey Guys, Nala here. This is my newest story, My Guardian Angel. Being typical me, I kinda just jumped into the story without explaining the plot. so, here is some background knowledge:
This story opens up about four years after the epilouge, making hermione about 40 years old. She has been struggling with her life in recent years. Her marriage with Ron is failing, her children are spoiled brats, and she is in a dead-end waitressing job at some run down joint. They have barely been getting by. After yet another horrid day, Hermione decides to leave the house for a couple of hours to try andfind some form of happiness. So she hops into her car, and starts to go for a drive, but can't help but think of all the things going wrong in her life, and begins to cry. The rest is explained by Lial.
Note: The only thing I own is Lial and Purah. The rest of the story is owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
Enjoy!
What happened?
Where am I?
Hermione looked around at her surroundings. She gasped as the dimmed surroundings revealed themselves to be almost as familiar as the face that stared her in the mirror- The Hogwarts Dining Room.
How did I end up here?
Memories began to flood her.
"Hermione, you and I both know this marriage is over."
"Hermione, I need you to work overtime for the next few weeks, ok? You're a doll."
"What do you mean I can't go to the party, mom? You're just trying to ruin my life! I hate you!"
"Hermione….Hermione…..Hermione!"
All she wanted to do was escape.
"So you got into your car. You were driving down the road, not paying attention- too busy crying your eyes out. Ran the red light. Didn't see the truck until it was too late. Boo hoo, poor you. How cliché. Way to go, curls."
Hermione whirled around, trying to pinpoint the voice.
"And now look at you. You're dead. Is that the escape you wanted?"
She decided to risk responding. "N-No. And I'm not dead."
The voice sighed as if disappointed. "And here I was, thinking you'd be different. You seemed like a logical girl. But anyway, I'm not here to argue politics with you. Rather, I would like to do something quite different, make a deal if you will."
Hermione stiffened. "Deal? What kind of deal?"
"Well, this is where it gets kinda tricky. 'Cause you see, God isn't exactly a happy camper at the moment. One of our angels, Marmaroth, aka the angel who has enough power to thwart fate, recently got bored. So, he decided to 'have a little fun.' And his definition of 'fun' includes ripping you from your true love and true fate and throwing you in this pathetic thing you call a life. So, to make up for it, God is making you an offer."
"But I don't believe in God….I believe in Merlin."
"God has many names. Almighty, Merlin, God, etc"
"So what does Go- er, merlin want me to do?"
"That is your choice, Hermione. God is offering either to take you into heaven, or you can take his offer."
"What's the catch?"
The voice laughed. "I knew I'd like you. The catch is that you have to give up all you know currently, to go back to what you used to know."
"… I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've ever had to say this, but I'm not understanding."
"Alright, let me try it from a new perspective. You give up all that you know now, meaning, your soon-to-be-ex-husband Ron, Your kids Hugo and Rose, and that useless waitressing job you have, to go back in time, get a fresh start. Go back in time, and relive the way things should have happened."
"Kind of like the time-turner I used to have?"
"Exactly."
"But if I refuse?"
"Then you go to heaven."
"And never see my family again?"
"That's pretty much it"
"In other words, I'm fucked."
"Yes."
"So-"
"Curls, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but time is fairly precious, even in heaven, so maybe if you could make you decision?"
She thought for a moment. "Fine."
Two silhouettes landed in the shadows in front of her. She gasped, and fell backwards into the slytherin dining table.
What?
The first being stepped into the light of the floating candles. Hermione had to grit her teeth to keep her jaw from falling to the floor. He seemed to walk on air, his gait light and easy. His chestnut hair fell gracefully around his face, encircling his head like a halo. Through his shiny locks Hermione could see his chocolate brown eyes, alight with laughter, as if they were sharing some kind of private joke with her.
She swallowed. "Ar-are you the voice?"
He stopped a couple of feet away from her, a smirk forming on his lips. He bowed sarcastically "Believe it or not, yes, I am. My name is Lamechial, the angel who thwarts deception. But you can call me Lial for short."
Angel? But, he has no wings.
"Yes, I have put away my wings so I do not frighten you. I know you have seen many, erm, strange things in your time, but most people tend to find angels a bit- dazzling- when in full splendor."
Holy shit. It's like he answered the question I just thought of. Must have been a coincidence."
Lial turned and walked up to the professors table and made himself comfortable by sitting in the headmaster's chair and putting his feet on the table. "No, curls, it wasn't a coincidence." He examined his fingernails. "As your new guardian angel, I can now hear your every thought. Just one of the perks of the job." He looked over at her. "I can also talk to you through your mind, so if you hear me when other people are around, do us both a favor and don't look around and starting talking out loud. Got it curls?"
"Curls?"
"Have you seen your hair lately?"
She blushed and automatically tried to put her unruly hair back in its bun. A slight movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. "Who's that?"
Lial glanced over. "Oh, I'm sorry Purah, I almost forgot you were there. Kinda Ironic, if you think about it." He chuckled and shook his head at his own joke. "Curls, meet Purah, the angel of forgetfulness. Purah stepped slowly into the light. There was no stopping Hermione's jaw this time. It fell to floor, hanging open like a gate.
Oh sweet merlin.
Where Lial had darker features, Purah had light features that could rival the Malfoys. His blonde hair was shockingly white, with just a hint of silver glinting in the dim lighting. His eyes were a mixture of color, an electric blue and stormy grey intertwining with each other, disguising Purah's emotions.
Purah stepped forward, offering Hermione a polite nod before turning to Lial. They did not say a word, but from their facial expressions, Hermione could tell they were having some form of conversation. Lial stood suddenly. "You're right. I sense them too." Lial turned toward her. "We need to move."
"Move? Move where?"
"It's time to relive your past, Curls" He quickly walked up to her and grabbed her wrist.
"Who are you sensing? Where will you be?"
He looked at her grimly. "Let's just there are a few people who don't like me and Purah-"
"Purah and me." She interjected.
"Either way, they really don't like us. So, avoiding them for a while is our best option. And to answer your second question-"His grim expression loosened into a smile, and he pointed at her forehead, "I will be right here. Consider me to be your new conscience."
A loud banging on the door interrupted the conversation. Lial's expression turned to worry.
"We gotta move" He released her wrists, and held out his hands, as if he were holding a ball. He murmured a few words, and a small black orb began to grow in his hands. A steady breeze began to grow around them.
Wandless magic, nice. I haven't been able to do that lately- not with Ron, the kids, and work keeping me distracted…. Ron. Hugo. Rose. Images of their faces raced through her mind. Am I doing the right thing?
"Curls, I appreciate the compliments, and if it means anything, I think-" he grunted and cut off as he struggled to contain his orb, "you are doing the right thing. But I don't have an off switch on your thoughts, and it's killing my concentration."
She stopped thinking. The wind roared around the room, becoming strong enough that Hermione had to grab the slytherin table to keep from being picked up into the air.
At the same time, the door flew open and people began pouring into the room. Hermione could barely hear anything over the wind from the spell, but she was pretty sure she heard Lial yell something about them being here.
A voice- Lials- in her head almost made her lose her grip on the table.
Curls, can you hear me?
Um, yes? Who are the people?
Good. No time to explain. We don't have much time. I'm going to throw this orb, which will take you take you back to your third year, where everything began to go wrong. Once there, and it is safe, I will explain everything else you need to know.
But-
By this point, men and women of different ages and ethinicties had begun to fill into the room, looking murderous. Purah began running at them, shooting spells from his fingertips.
I don't understand what is happening.
You're just going to have to trust me, when I throw this orb, you will have thirty seconds to get through it before it begins to close. No matter what happens, DON'T STOP. Are you ready?
She wanted to say no. She wanted more time to think this through.
Yes.
He gave a quick nod and threw the orb against a wall on the other side of the slytherin table. She turned, and began to sprinting at the rapidly growing orb, looking now more like a black hole.
She leaped up and over the table, landing somewhat gracefully on her feet.
10 steps away.
7 steps away.
4 steps away.
2 steps-
A hand roughly grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the ground.
She screamed, and tried to kick her attacker. She twisted around, trying to get ahold of her wand in her back pocket, but the attackers grip was too strong, and wouldn't let her move enough to grab it.
But just as quickly as the attacker appeared, they disappeared. Instead, Lial, stood over her, shooting his own spells from his own fingertips.
"Go!" He yelled, not taking his eyes off the onslaught headed toward them.
She crawled up to the quickly closing black hole and flung herself through it.
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