Angels on Earth
Noble 7
Pg-13 for violence mostly
Summary: After a brief interlude with death Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are sent back to earth with each a separate mission from God. They are two angels, each with a last chance, and the hope of the earth. (This is not a Draco/Hermione fic.) D/G and H/HG
AN J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter…blah blah blah, lucky her. Ok.
AN2 Alright everybody knows the verse suffer not a witch to live. Okay I believe a witch is a person who sells their soul to Satan in return for powers. In J.K. Rowling's books I don't read anywhere that any of the characters sold their souls except maybe Voldemort and the Death Eater's practically sell theirs to him. So I don't believe that God would condemn the innocent characters in the book b/c they were born with magic. I don't believe in magic anyway and this is all fiction. I don't want to offend anyone and I don't have to explain my Christian views. So if you don't like the way I write this don't read it plain and simple. I don't want anyone sending me reviews saying how sacrilegious I am. For those of you who do read this I hope you enjoy it. It's a bit weird, but I hope it has just the right enough amount of spiritual and literary work in it to keep your mind busy. God Bless, Noble 7.
Chapter One
THE VOICE
Words were hissed, angry eyes flashed as did red light, and pain pierced every inch of him. After breath-stealing agonizing moments the young man fell face first next to the prone form of his mother.
"Only fools say no to me and fools deserve death." The man said with a cold smile. He lowered his wand and with a crack Luscious Malfoy was gone.
Blackness, blackness everywhere. Cold air and whispers whipped about him. His eyes caught something, a tiny prick of light. He wondered towards it. It grew bigger. He ran to it. It grew greater still. He felt warmth on his face; golden mellow light on his eyes. The whispers disappeared and his ears filled with glorious singing, unlike anything he'd ever heard. Nothing as beautiful as that singing had ever been heard in his life. If this is death I'd gladly have it, he thought.
"BUT WILL IT HAVE YOU?" A voice asked. Every fiber of his being trembled at this voice. "WILL THIS PLACE HAVE YOU, DRACO ALEXANDER TRETUS MALFOY?"
Wisdom of eternal eons, power beyond the grasp of mere mortals, happiness so full it filled the heart, and sorrow so sad it broke it filled the Voice's every syllable. He knew that Voice and the answer to Its question. He felt himself kneeling, his eyes closing, and his head bowing.
"No Lord, it should not. I do not deserve a death such as this. One good deed is not enough to redeem a soul of a life time of sin and sacrilege though it seems enough to have killed me." He answered sadly and honestly.
"YES, YES IT DOES SEEM SO DOES IT NOT?… BUT ARE YOU DEAD?"
"I am."
"ARE YOU SO SURE FOR I AM THE GREAT I AM AND KNOW ALL AND CAN DO ALL THINGS? YOU ARE NOT YET DEAD, BUT SLEEPING IN A DEATHLIKE STATE OF BEING."
"Then God why am I here?"
"BECAUSE I WISHED TO SHOW YOU WHAT COULD BE YOURS. YOU HAVE DOUBTED ME ALL YOUR LIFE." Images of Draco's own sneering face and his thoughts and words filled his head. His own misdeeds raced before his eyes. "YOU HAVE WORKED AGAINST ME, BUT I WILL SHOW YOU MERCY AND GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE IN YOUR LIFE TO REDEEM YOUR SOUL, BUT YOU MUST SERVE IN A MISSION."
"Anything," Was Draco's answer.
"THERE IS ONE, THE DEMON-MAN VOLDEMORT, WOULD HAVE HIS, TO WARP, TO TORTURE, AND TO BREAK. SHE HAS A PART OF HIM WITHIN HER THAT HE WANTS AND WILL FIGHT TO HAVE BACK. TO DO SO HE MUST HAVE HER OR KILL HER. SHE IS AN INNOCENT AND I CHARGE YOU AS AN ANGEL TO WATCH OVER HER. STOP THE DARKNESS THAT WILL SOON COME TO CLAIM HER. IF YOU BETRAY ME AND FAIL HER, YOU CONDEMN THE GOOD OF THE WORLD TO A LIFETIME OF MISERY AND YOUR SOUL TO THE DEPTHS. GO NOW, AND PROTECT HER. YOU WILL KNOW HER BY THE LIGHT."
"How shall I do this, Lord? What if I am too weak to stop the darkness?"
"FEAR NOT FOR I AM WITH YOU."
Draco Malfoy awoke on the hard floor. Was it all a dream? He wondered. A soft angelic voice somewhere nearby whispered. It was not God's voice, but another's, an angel's.
"Doubt it not, brother."
Draco nodded in wonder. Then his eyes fell upon his mother. He kneeled next to her calling her name and holding her hand. She shook and turned to him. Her voice escaped in barely a whisper through cracked lips.
"I love you. Hurry my son, the dark one will know her value yet." Her eyes began to cloud. Draco whispered he loved her in return and tears that had not been shed in years fell down his cheeks. Her hand tightened then went limp, a smile on her face. He knew where she had gone even before the angel's voice rang out again in the silence.
"If it is a comfort, brother, she has a wonderful singing voice."
Draco smiled. His mother had joined that heavenly choir in the mellow golden lights beyond the pearl gates. He closed her glassy eyes and crossed her still hands. He had to find the girl now, but how?
"You will know her by the light."
He nodded.
AN: Well, what did you think? This was just a short tester chapter. More are coming if I get a good response. Yeah, I depend on reviews to decide on if I write more or not. So please tell me what you think. I accept constructive criticism only…no flames please… God Bless, Noble 7