Title: A Wonderful Life, Indeed

Author: Lindsay Paddington

Summary: A parody on "It's a Wonderful Life", HP style! Draco wants to kill himself. Can an angel save him? What led him to want to do this? Read!

Disclaimer: I own nothing in here. Not Harry Potter nor any character, not IAWL, just the names of the angels and things like that. Sigh.

Rating: PG-13 for slashy-ness

Author's Note: I'm taking a short break from working on my novel-length soon-to-be-on Schnoogle Hopelessly Infectious to write this. I'm a weird one, writing IAWL parodies, aint I? *grins* This chapter is short, but it's just the introduction basically. So read now!

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Little Lily sobbed against her blanket, a simple, lily pattered comforter, as she kneeled by her bed. She tried to choke words out, but nothing came.

"Get a hold of yourself!" her brother whom was her elder by two years, snapped out of his semi-low murmering to yell at her. "We're supposed to be praying for Daddy! Not crying like a baby."

"I-I'm trying!" she managed.

"Try harder." When he spoke in that tone, she knew it was final. Lily tried to relax. Slowly, the tears that were once sprouting from her eye sockets like Niagara falls slowed to a constant stream. At least she could talk now.

"D-dear Lord, please h-help my D-daddy. He's really, really sad. I'm so w-worried. Keep him s-safe, o-okay?" she pleaded. Her prayer, though small and simple, lifted through the roof and continues going up, up, up. After a few seconds, it burst through a particularly large cloud and right into the lap of a large man, clothed in pure white.

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Downstairs, a man-not too tall, not too short-paced in the living room. His dark hair, which was usually messy, was so disorganized it was a miracle that he could see through the moppy mess. Tears stained his slightly dark skin and his glasses hung halfway off of his nose.

"Oh God," he choked. "I've got to find him!"

He raced out of the door and started running, completely forgetting his jacket. The night was cold and it was snowing very violently, yet he couldn't care. He just needed to find his love. As he ran, he said a quick prayer.

Dear Lord, please let my Love be okay. I know he's had to deal with a lot of things lately, and I know he's been depressed, but please don't let him kill himself. He's too important to all of us-to me. Please help him, Lord.

This prayer also flew through the sky, untouched by the flurry of white that was flying down from the sky, and reached it's own final destination.

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All over town, similar prayers were flying through the sky. They came from various people: bar owners, policemen, prostitutes, even. Rich people, poor people, it seemed that everyone knew this person and knew that something was wrong. What person could have touched so many lives?

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The man took a look at his lap where dozens of prayers, all addressed to the same person, lay.

"Another one, sir?"

"Yes."

"Which angel do you want?"

"Hmm…I think I'll ask for…Clarence." The angel beside the man choked.

"Clarence?! You want him?!"

"Yes, Clarence. I believe he is the right angel for the job."

"Uh…alright, sir," he responded with doubt in his voice. He then pushed a button. "If you're sure."

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Back down on Earth, a tall, blonde hung his head over the railing of a bridge. His body was rigid with fear, not so much fear of death but fear of what he was leaving behind. He wished the one he loved could know that his last thoughts were of him. This was impossible, forever.

The night was cold and unforgiving. Snow pelted his whole body in agonizing amounts that left his whole body covered in white flakes. His hair, his black turtleneck, his dark jeans all has snow clinging to them as though he were a magnet.

"So this is how it will end," the thought out loud. "Me, on a bridge, freezing my arse off. I suppose it works. Life has been cold to me every other time. I guess it can't even let me die with some tiny bit of heat left in me. Oh well. Here goes, then." He exhaled all of his breath, wanting to drown quickly, and leaned forward to jump.

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Jason the angel paced back and forth, though all you could really see was a star twinkling brightly. He looked at the wall where a clock hung and groaned in aggravation.

"Where is he?!" he growled.

"Now calm down, Jason," a soothing voice called to its friend. "I'm sure he'll be here soon enough. He hasn't got his wings yet, you know."

"And for a good reason!"

"Now don't be rude, Jason. Remember what it was like before you got your wings?"

"Well, yes," he admitted, his voice softer. "But it didn't take me three hundred years!"

"No, it didn't. But remember to treat others as you would like to be treated," he reasoned with a tone that said "I'm right and you're wrong, remember that." Jason was about to say something anyway, but suddenly another angel came twinkling into view.

"So sorry I'm late!" he huffed, as he was obviously out of breath. "It just takes me so long to get anywhere without wings."

"Yes, we know. Hopefully you'll get your wings with this mission! Maybe the two thousandth's the charm," the kinder being winked playfully.

"Two-thousand and seventy two, but who's counting?" he grinned sheepishly.

"Yes, so let's get to work." Jason said crossly as he pressed another button. "See the face?"

"Actually, no," Clarence admitted with a frown. Jason held his comments to himself.

"Oh yeah, you don't have your wings, do you. Well you'll need some help." He handed a pair of glasses to the other angel. "Here, wear these. Then you should be able to see." Clarence took the glasses timidly and slowly put them on. A fuzzy picture came in front of him and slowly became clearer. The image that was in front of Clarence became apparent.

"Why, it's a little boy!" he exclaimed in amazement. Indeed it was. However, it was like no other little boy he had ever seen. This boy had blonde hair, a shade so light that it was like no other. His skin was very pale and almost translucent. His eyes were a piercing silver-gray that made you feel like he was penetrating into your very soul. These features gave him a very frail and fragile appearance and almost made him blend into the snow. His clothes were a nice contrast: a black cloak with a green emblem on it that appeared to be a snake. Across it was the word: Slytherin. Underneath the cloak you could see a forest-green turtleneck and black pants. He was clearly a sharp dresser.

All around him were shouting boys and girls. They were outside of a very large, old, slightly spooky building. However, the area they were in looked very peaceful, almost magical. The snow was perfectly white and the trees were covered in it in just the right amount. In the distance, some children were riding in carriages or sleights drawn by reindeers. They all were wearing the black cloaks, but Clarence noted four different emblems on them. However, all the children around the boy he was looking at had the Slytherin kind on their cloaks.

The particular area that the boy was on was a long, sloping hill which led to a very large, frozen lake. It shouldn't be confused, however, with another lake a few hundred feet away which never froze over. The first lake was much smaller and clearly not as important. Other children surrounded it, yelling and whooping as other children slid down the hill and stopped once upon the ice. The boy in question laughed and smirked as people slid down the hill. His smile was amazing and angelic, clearly showing that, though he didn't smile often, when he did smile it was worth the wait.

"I like him, I think. What is his name?" Clarence finally spoke after digesting this picture for awhile.

"Draco Malfoy."