This...is going to be a pretty good story if I say so myself. I have sooo much planned for it my brain might explode..BUT ENJOY!
"Harry, sir, it is time to get up, sir." A squeaky voice cut into Harry's positive dream and he groaned. Opening one eye blearily, his vision blurred until he could make out the large head of his Cherub Angel.
"Dobby?" He moaned as he tried to cuddle into his blankets.
"It is I, sir. It is time to get up." The angel's gray eyes probed into Harry's back and he sat up.
"Where are my aunt and uncle?" He questioned, looking around him. Dobby's wings fluttered anxiously and Harry sighed. "Are they already at their job?" He asked. Dobby nodded and Harry grimaced. His uncle and aunt, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, were guardian angels assigned to a pair of brothers, Dudley and Piers Polkiss. Vernon was in charge of Piers while Petunia was in charge of Dudley. The two of them flew home every night, bragging about their charges before reminding Harry that he would probably never get to be a guardian angel.
"Sir?" Dobby's voice cut into his thoughts and Harry looked up.
"Isn't it time for your mission?" He asked the angel. Dobby nodded slowly and Harry shooed him off. "Go! You can't be late to your mission!"
"Yes, master Harry. There is food in the cupboard, sir." Dobby told him as he flew off. As a Cherub Angel, Dobby was assigned missions that dealt with, you got it, love. His partner, another Cherub Angel by the name of Winky, and him had Rank B missions which required a lot of planning. Harry sighed sadly as he stepped out of his bed. Ever since he could remember, his uncle and aunt had drilled into him that he was a useless angel, never destined for greatness. They told him his parents fell down to Earth right after he was created because of their lack in skill.
"You're just like your father." Uncle Vernon had told him once. "Lazy and good for nothing." Really, after being told that so many times, how could he not believe it? Since Harry had not earned his full grown wings yet, he could not leave his cloud and he doubted he ever will.
"Well, gotta get to work now." He sighed before waving his hand. A small green energy light consumed it and he began straightening up the place. After he finished, he grabbed a spell book and began reading. Soon, he heard the familiar fluttering of wings and he looked up to see his uncle and aunt flying in. He got up to greet them and they flew in, dropping their stones in his hands. Guardian Angels always carried their Celestial Stones with them because without it, they would not be able to perform any spells.
"Today, Duddykins was such a good boy! He won his football game!" Aunt Petunia told Harry gleefully.
"Well, Piers shot a squirrel and a bird on his hunting trip." Vernon floated to the bed, his belly protruding grossly from his body. "That boy is going to be a great man." Before Petunia could retort, a loud thunking noise was heard.
"What is that?" Petunia glared at the outside before opening the door. Seeing what stood in the doorway, she let out a scream. She dashed away to reveal the towering figure that stood in the doorway. Harry scampered back as well, terrified. The giant walked inside and shook his huge, gray wings before sighing.
"Dursley, you live so far from the castle." He groaned. His beady eyes scanned the room before landing on Harry. "Harry Potter!" He grinned and Harry waved shyly.
"H-hi."
"How are you? I remember the last time I saw you. You were such a tiny angel; you could fit in my palm."
"How do you know me, sir?" Harry asked, looking at the giant.
"Wh- Oh, you probably don't remember. I'm Rubeus Hagrid, a Dominion Angel." Hagrid held out a hand and Harry grabbed it. "And you, Mr. Potter, are invited to attend the Hogwarts, the-"Before Hagrid could finish, Aunt Petunia let out a screech.
"WHAAAAT?" Hagrid looked over at her, not liking the interruption.
"Mr. Potter's name has been down in the Books of Angels ever since he was born. Of course he would be issued an invitation. After all, his parents were highly respected Throne Angels." Hearing that, Harry turned to his relatives.
"What? You told me my parents were thrown down to Earth!" Hagrid let out a snort.
"James and Lily Potter, thrown down to Earth? They were highly respected angels; no one would dare banish them to Earth!" He chortled loudly and Harry glared.
"Then what happened to my parents?" Hagrid fell silent and looked at Harry worriedly. "Tell me!"
"I…Not now. You have to go get your supplies for Hogwarts and-"
"He will not be going." Petunia cut in. Hagrid raised an eyebrow. "I won't allow it. He's my last living relative; I won't allow him to be lost like my sister." She cried out and Harry felt his expression soften.
"I…I need to do this." Harry looked her in the eye, speaking in her mind; Angels all had the ability to communicate with their relatives through brainwaves. His aunt looked at him for a second before nodding. "Thank you." He told her before looking at Hagrid. The angel nodded and Harry followed him. "Where are we going?" Harry asked. Hagrid looked at him before grinning.
"Diagon Alley."
"Now, Harry, all that's left is your Celestial Stone." Hagrid pointed to a store that had a huge sign that said Ollivander's on it. "In you go." Harry stumbled pass the door and waited for Hagrid. When the angel did not follow him, Harry walked back outside. "Sorry, you're on your own for this one. I'm too tall." Harry frowned but obeyed the giant. "I'll see you in a little bit." Harry waved to the angel before walking in again.
Squinting, Harry could make out the dim glowing of the stones. Suddenly, a loud clatter was heard and an old, wizened angel appeared. "Mr. Potter." He smiled and Harry stood back.
"How do you know my name?" The angel smiled secretively before beckoning to him.
"I remember when your parents were here. James Potter, Carnelian, 3 inches. Lily Evans, Amazonite, 2 inches. Both very good quality." The man nodded and Harry cocked his head.
"Are you Mr. Ollivander?"
"Why, yes I am. Now, onto the search." The man flew away and Harry looked at his retreating back confusedly. Suddenly, Mr. Ollivander came back and dumped a pile on his table. "Come here, come here." Harry obliged and stood in front of the pile. "Agate, two inches." The angel said before plopping a purple stone in his hand. The stone stung Harry's hand and he threw it away.
"OUCH!"
"Not that one then." The man dug through the pile before extracting a yellow stone. "Citrine, four inches." This went on for some time, each time Harry feeling agitated because of the stone. The pile kept shrinking and shrinking until there was nothing left. Feeling put down, Harry turned to leave but was stopped by the man's muttering.
"A very difficult customer...I wonder." Harry turned back.
"Yes?" Mr. Ollivander smiled chillingly before disappearing. He came back with a red stone and handed it to Harry. Harry took it uncaringly and almost dropped it when a tremor ran up his arm.
"Strange...very strange."
"Excuse, what's strange sir?" Harry couldn't help but ask. He gripped the stone harder, hoping the angel wouldn't tell him the stone was already claimed.
"There are only two types of those stones that were ever made. Only the greatest can yield them..."
"What type of stone is this?" Harry asked. Mr. Ollivander smiled and whispered to him.
"A bloodstone."
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