Was'sup readers? Sorry for dropping my first story, but I had a writers block for a looong(cat)-time and didn't know what else to do. Also, I was appalled at the type of writing that I used for all the chapters; it seemed like I was using a third grader's language, literally. So, I've decided to wrap it up and start anew with a new story. This one is something that came to me randomly while reading the few Legion (2010 film) fics online, and I went 'Why not?' So, enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I had owned both Legion AND Harry Potter, would I really be doing this? If I had owned Legion, the movie would have been turned into a video game for the xbox and have Gabriel/Michael cut scenes and a whole lot more blood. If I owned Harry Potter, there would be yaoi and gore in every chapter, Voldemort would be a pansy with a fedora, and Death Eaters would have booze parties at Hogwarts every Saturday.
SUMMARY: Several years later after the supposed end of the world of the mortal realm, Archangel Michael is sent by God to protect the future of mankind from demon possessions in the wizarding world, as well as Harry Potter. However, he is assigned to partner up with Archangel Gabriel along as well and things get quite complicated… Oh boy.
NOTE: I apologize for any wrong religious facts or opinions put into this; I am not part of the Christian/Catholic/Whatever faith (or any religion for that matter), so I'm going by googling Internet stuff. Also, I am not over thousands of years old, so I really don't know how old men talk because I really don't pay attention. I don't even own a copy of the Bible. So there.
WARNING: THIS CONTAINS (SHONEN-AI/YAOI) GABRIEL/MICHAEL FROM LEGION, AND CANON (?) PAIRINGS IN HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX!!!!!!!! If this isn't your piece of cake, cup of tea, chicken soup, or whatever you ate for lunch, please go read something else and don't flame.
MUSIC THAT GOES ALONG WITH THIS CHAPTER:
Mein Fraeulein by MaestroRage (from Newgrounds)
Chapter I
Michael's eyes opened slowly, revealing sharp blue eyes as he sat up in his moderately large bed with a fluid grace; his dark bird-like wings ruffling slightly from his previously reclining position. Raking a hand through his brown hair, which was shaved neatly and close to his head, he turned to look out of the single window in his spartan room colored completely in a muted gray-white. The hazed orange orb known as the sun peaked through the clouds several hundred thousand leagues away, a tiny sliver of warm light sliding into his room as birds chirped their morning song.
Tearing his gaze from the hypnotizing scenery, he turned his head to the door of his room as three sharp knocks penetrated the echoing lost silence of dawn. Clearing his throat once, he spoke in a low voice, "Enter."
The silver doorknob twisted slowly before the door opened fully, allowing bright light to flood the shadowed room. A figure with the same build as Michael but with black hair that was cut short and slightly messy stood in the doorway, clothed in black apparel and shiny boots. A pair of wings was folded close to his back, casting a long shadow into the room as he calmly locked eyes with that were the same hue of blue as his. His eyes flickered briefly to the archangel seated at the bed before addressing him in a slightly strained tone, "Brother, our Father has requested our presence at his chambers immediately." Michael did not break his gaze with the other archangel, instead replying coolly,
"I shall be right out. Thank you, Gabriel." The man, aptly named Gabriel, nodded curtly as he lingered at the doorway a second longer before exiting; softly closing the door shut. Seeing that the messenger was gone, Michael gave a tired sigh and rubbed a calloused hand over his face and proceeded to get out of his comfortable bed, the silken white coverings sliding off his bare legs and pooling around his ankles before landing on the carpeted floor in a heap. Bending down to pick up the comforter and throwing it back onto the bed, he ambled over to an oaken dresser in his boxer-clad form and pulled out a gray T-shirt and black pants. After slipping his pants on, he carefully put on his shirt, mindful of the large wings protruding out of his back. Finding a pair of neatly folded socks on top of a wooden chair next to his desk some few feet away from his bed, he pulled them on along with a pair of black leather boots that were stashed just under the chair. Once finished with his morning routine of mechanically dressing up, he clomped over to his door and opened it.
Gabriel was leaning against the whitewashed wall opposite of his door, arms crossed and eyes closed before standing up straight as Michael entered the hallway. Exchanging short affirmative nods with each other, they both navigated through the twisting corridors of the Archangels' living quarters in a tense silence.
Upon reaching the door to God's chamber several minutes after leaving his room, Michael felt a sense of foreboding worry curling in the pit of his stomach. Part of his worry came from Gabriel's aura, which seemed oddly strained and controlled for the past few days rather than its calm and usually placid feeling, as well as the obvious tensed silence between them. However, what was more disconcerting was the shiftiness of his posture and eyes, which was as if he already knew what Father was going to address to them in the meeting. Michael was pulled out of his thoughts as a heavy and muffled voice penetrated the weighted mahogany doors, "Entrance allowed."
As Michael and Gabriel entered the spacious white room that served as God's office, they immediately walked to the center of the room, careful to keep their heads bowed slightly as they knelt onto one knee in a silent greeting. In front of them, God sat behind an immensely large wooden desk piled high with documents of all colors and sizes, his face hidden behind a large cloud that obscured his face while leaving his long and tangled white beard visible along with the top his blindingly white robes. A great wrinkled hand raised and gestured slightly for the two archangels to rise as he began to talk in a low rumble,
"My sons, have you both any idea as to why I have called you as of today?" Both angels, having risen from their kneeling position, shook their heads negatively. God sighed heavily before continuing, "As I am sure both of you know, there is a separate realm that I have created, which is known as the wizarding realm to most mortals. There are many sections hidden within the continents, but most are centered around and on the European areas. However, there is a disturbance in the rift." The two angels stood at attention at the urgent tone that the Creator rarely used except in dire emergencies. God continued on,
"The Fallen One, who you both also as Lucifer," At this, Gabriel visibly cringed while Michael stiffened noticeably, "has forced open a portal to Earth from Hell and has sent many of his minions to possess the magical creatures that roam within that world." God paused, waiting for any input from his charges. Michael stared sharply into the thick cloud that was obscuring His face as he questioned,
"Father, are you saying that we are to go down to Earth and exterminate the possessed within the wizarding realm?" God nodded, the bright cloud moving up and down. As no response came from Gabriel, He carried on,
"In addition to the assigned task at hand, I have recalled that one of my children that are one of the Destined is at risk for being targeted and attacked by Lucifer's demons. I want both of you to be able watch over and protect him when and if that time draws, in a physical form. His name is Harry James Potter, the son of James Potter and Lilly Potter-Evans. I am sure you recall of meeting his father and mother some time ago, Gabriel?" The previously silent archangel shifted his gaze from the white tiled floor to the Creator and replied stonily,
"Yes I have, my Father. They were decent people, and cared much for their son." God leaned forward and clasped his hands onto his desk, adopting a serious stance as he said,
"As I have stated before, I want both of you to be in a physical form. However," He directed a finger towards Michael as he continued, "I will not tolerate any wing-removing just to blend in within the society as you did the last time, Michael, and so therefore I will… disable them as you both are transported to a location near the main area of effect of the possessions. Any objections?" Michael saluted the Creator in affirmation of agreement of duty, but Gabriel stood stiff and eyes glued to the floor with fists clenched at his sides. God raised an invisible eyebrow before addressing him,
"What ails you, Gabriel?" Gabriel slowly shook his head before saluting as well. God sighed, but let the unspoken problem slide; he would figure it out eventually.
Waving a hand in a tired manner, He sat back in his chair and pressed a sneakily hidden button on the underside of his desk and watched in amusement as the floor right under both Archangels opened up and revealed the vast amount of clouds drifting sleepily under as the large wings present on Michael and Gabriel started to disappear in a manner reminiscent of blue pyre-flies floating away, causing them to plummet down towards Earth with the force of gravity for the entirety of about 40 miles. 'The absence of wings,' God recited mentally with a grim smile, 'causes an angelic being to fall to the mortal realm at an increasingly high speed, but the impact will not kill them as long as they have the connection to their Creator. However, the injuries sustained will still be painful.'
Turning his attention to the hazardously large piles of paperwork sitting innocently on his desk, He sighed in an elderly way before wondering out loud to his now closed and almost empty office, "Hopefully, this assignment will be able to solve that obvious tension between them. It's disturbing how I have to know this and what the outcome would probably be."