In The Arms of the Angel

A/N: All J.K's stuff, I just love using it! This is also my first story, so please R/R. I'm also not usually this mushy, but the story called for it. The title is also a line in the song "Angel" by Sarah Mclachlan. You can also listen to the CD "Surfacing" (also by Sarah), track 3 and 7, or "Remixed" (Sarah), track 2 and 3. It helps with the mood.

Prologue

Why do people kill people? Why do they kill entire families; parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, babies? When the people are killed, do they know its coming and what is going to happen when it does? Since they are murdered, do they go straight up to heaven? Do angels exist?

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Albus Dumbledore, the only wizard Voldemort ever feared, but Albus was not the one who defeated the Dark Lord, no, it was a small boy named Harry Potter. There was much talk of this baby who had won over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Following the defeat there were parties, rejoicing the win over the dark forces.

            Since I no longer had a work because my Boss and co-workers were all killed by him, I had to find a new job. Little did I know that Albus Dumbledore was a fan of mine when I was flying professionally, so when I arrived back at my little cottage in the country hills of Germany, an owl brought a small scroll in loopy handwriting. The letter was from Albus asking me to be the new flying instructor at Hogwarts. I immediately replied with a "yes".

            I went to Hogwarts when I was in school, and that was where I had learned to love flying. I was one year ahead of Potter and his gang, but that meant I also graduated with many people now deceased. The school is how I remembered, except now that I am a teacher, I had no restrictions on where I could go, or what time I had to be in my room.  My quarters are in the south tower, overlooking the entire school grounds. The tower was enchanted so that it went up for what seemed like an eternity. The walls weren't walls at all but bookshelves upon bookshelves, filled with the most unique books ranging from Mystical Tiny Grass Monsters to classic Muggle books. I smiled because Albus knew how to make a new professor feel comfortable.

            When the house-elf arrived, he squeaked "Xiomara, Miss, Mister Dumbledore, sir said to tell you that there will be a staff meeting in the morning. It will be out by the lake, Miss."

            "Thank you", I replied to the elf.

            "I not needing Thank You's, Miss", and with that the small creature scurried off.

            Around six o'clock my diner arrived by house elf, helpful little things, and I ate up enjoying the food. I had forgotten in my years away how good the food was here. When the house-elves came to take the platter away, the same original elf handed me a bottle of Rudy's Red Vodka. I hadn't had this since my 7th year. There was a note on the back was from Albus and it said, "Thought you might want this back". It was the original bottle confiscated from me all those years ago. Back then, if you needed a drink you asked old Xiomara for some, I always had scotch, brandy, or some other hard liquor on me. Amazing I wasn't caught as much as you would think.

            I poured my self a glass of the Vodka and sipped it slowly, enjoying the taste. Rudy's had always been my favourite type of liquor, ever since I was five years old. I watched all of the stars come out, and pondered about the existence of life. Little did I know that my life would change forever that very next day.