England

I was called down to the great room, where Helies. I was called upon from God to go to him, for he wanted to say something to me. I was a little nervous, but obeyed.

As I pushed opened the great white doors and entered into the pearl white room, I looked around. Only Angels who had worked for God worked in here. I continued on the trail to him. I stopped a couple feet before him, and bowed in respect.

"Yes my Lord? What is that you need me for?" I inquired. He smiled down at me. "Hello England. How are you?" I smiled and tilted my head to the right. "Never better, why?" I was curious as to why he wanted me here, and why he wanted to see how I was doing. I understand that he's probably just being nice and all, but I could see there was more to it in his eyes.

"Be honest with me, how are you? I heard that there was some murdering going on in England. How are you taking the hit?" He said seriously. I sighed and gave in. "Well, it's been painful, I'm not going to lie. It kind of feels like pins and needles are stabbing my heart." I said honestly. It sure didn't feel fun when someone dies, but seeing as how many people are dying at once, it felt more like I was being stabbed multiple times.

He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. "Well then, I have a task for you," he said still with his smile on. I looked at him. "Yes? What can I do for you?" I was interested in what he wants me to do; after all, it's not every day that he has a task or mission for us angels to complete.

"I need you to go to a wizarding school down on Earth. There is a boy, Harry Potter, who is the only one who will be able to kill Voldemort. He is man who is causing you pain, and is killing so many innocent people." I already knew who the murder was, and just like everyone else, I didn't like him, just a bit more than my citizens.

'He wants me to go and teach students?'

"You will keep a watchful eye out for Potter, and make sure he is safe. You will be his guardian angel in a way." Now it made more sense to me. I nodded. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down." I said as I looked into his eyes with understanding.

"Alright then. Head down to the port that sends us down to Earth, and you shall meet Clara down there who will instruct you furthermore, and help you get ready. Are you alright with doing this for me?" He explained. I nodded. "Of course. But uh, how long will I be teaching at Hogwarts?" I asked. It was on my mind since he had told me what the task was, and what I had to do.

"About a year. And the headmaster that is there, his name is Albus Dumbledore. Write to him about a job opposition." God simply said. I bit my lip and cast my gaze down. "Alright, that should be fine." I said as I brought up my gaze to him. He nodded to me.

'How little does he think I know of Hogwarts? I went there!'

"Alright, well, I bid you good luck England."

"Farewell God."

"Till next time, good luck and be safe."

"Thank you, sir."

I nodded my head, bowed, and took my leave.

Once I got down to the port, I saw Clara. I walked over and approached her carefully as to not startle her, for she was going over some papers, and didn't see me come in.

I cleared my throat, and snapped her out of her work.

"Ah, hello Mr. England. Are you ready to go?" Clara asked as she stood up. I nodded my head.

"Alright then. Well, here's a few things you're going to have to know. Don't let anyone know your identity as an angel, that's obvious," I laughed at this as she grabbed something out from her desk, turned back and headed towards me. She extended her hand out for me to take whatever was in her hand. I looked at it, and saw it was some kind of necklace with a crystal on the end.

"This is an Angel crystal. When you are wearing it, it makes you visible to the people. Don't worry, your wings and halo won't be seen. You'll just look like a normal civilian. When you take it off, they won't see you. You'll just disappear. Now, since you are going down to the land below, and being a normal person, it will come with a con. A bit of a painful con."

I looked at her quizzically. "Yes? What is the con?" She sighed.

"You will cough up blood and will experience pain here and there."

I looked at her shocked, but then relaxed. "Alright. That should be fine. I can handle it. I've dealt with worse." I said firmly. She nodded.

"Alright then, well. Good luck and remember, no one is ought to know! And keep the Angel crystal safe!" I laughed.

"I will, and have a little faith in me!" She shook her head. "Sorry, I do trust and have faith in you." I smiled at her.

I then turned my attention back to what seemed like a black hole, and was about to jump in, but right before I did, Clara grabbed my wrist. "Wait! One last thing! You have to go by your alias!" I looked at her in understanding. "Makes sense. Well then, goodbye Clara. Take care!" I said as I hugged her. She hugged back. "Goodbye and good luck, Arthur." I smiled at the mentioning of my name.

We broke the embrace and smiled at each other for a moment until I turned my attention back to the portal. "Well then, as they say, GERONIMO!" I yelled as I jumped off the port and into the hole. It took a moment, but I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in my house in my bedroom. I sat up, and looked around. It had been awhile since the last time I was here, well, long enough for dust to collect anyways. I stood up, and walked over to my mirror. Not to my surprise, the mirror was empty. No reflection. I looked down at my hand, and looked at the Angel crystal. I slipped the necklace over my head, and I appeared onto the mirror. Well, not entirely. I was bit faded, but still visible enough to see my structure, and some details, but not a whole lot.

I looked down at my clothing to find myself in my old green army uniform. I shook my head, for this would not do. I loved the outfit, but for the subject at hand, it wouldn't work. After all, I would appear to be just a muggle in the middle of the wizarding world. That wouldn't end well.

I walked over to my closet and opened it up. I looked at its contents for a while till I found my old green robes from the wizarding world. I took it out and laid it on my bed.

I then walked out of my room and down to my office, took out an old parchment paper, a black pen, and began to write down a letter to the school. It read:

Dear Dumbledore.

I was hoping and wondering if you had a teaching spot open. I would love to come to Hogwarts and teach to the students there. I am fine with whatever spot you need, though I major in History. Please write back as soon as possible! Thank you,

~Arthur Kirkland.

I put the letter in an envelope, walked over to my window and whistled. It took a moment, but a great horned owl soon swooped into the room and landed onto the desk smoothly. I walked over to him, and handed him the letter. He took it into his beak and looked at me. "Please take that to headmaster Dumbledore." And with that, he took off once more.

I sighed and closed the window. I then headed over to the desk to contemplate on what I was to teach and what I would need for the teaching if I got the job.

Dumbledore

I sat in my office, enjoying my peaceful afternoon. The school year was about to start, meaning I would have to deal with all my students. I plopped a lemon drop into my mouth and gazed out the window.

Soon, a great horned owl came up to the window, and pecked it with its beak. I was shocked at first, but then stood up and opened the window, welcoming the bird. It wasn't every day for me to receive direct letters; even though I held a great spot in the world, letters for me would be sent to McGonagall for others wouldn't want to disturb my work.

The great owl swooped in and landed onto my desk, and dropped a letter. I walked over to it, took the letter and opened it.

After I was done reading it, I thought for a moment.

I then turned the letter over, and wrote on the back saying…

Dear Arthur Kirkland

I am pleased to hear of your offer. And I do have a job opposition for you. Our History teacher, Mr. Binns, is going to go on a vacation this year, so you could do his job while he is out. I am grateful for your offer. Please arrive here at the school on September 1. I await your arrival, yours truly,

~Albus Dumbledor.

I reached over to the owl, and handed him the letter. He snatched it up and took his leave.

I sighed, and sat down in my chair. I looked up at the ceiling. 'Arthur Kirkland…hmmm…what will you have in store for us this year?'