ANGEL OF LIFE OR DEATH

Adopted from ncalkins

Chapter 1

In Number 4 Privet Drive, there was a boy named Harry Potter. Harry had been beaten, starved, and abused. The thing is, no one cared enough to actually see behind his mask of happiness to see the small abused boy behind it. Today was Harry's 17th birthday and he was about to find out about his inheritance. Harry had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes as he looked around his room. As he looked around, he looked from the cat flap on the door, to the bars on his window, to the alarm clock on his bedside table, with a small sigh and large, sad eyes. The clock showed that it was 11:58 PM.

'Happy Birthday,' he thought bitterly as he looked at his heavily scarred and bruised body. He turned on his side, trying to find a comfortable place on his bed that would not aggravate his wounds. He hissed silently as his cracked ribs protested. He was unable to find a comfortable position; all of his wounds were sending a fiery pain through his body. But, that was the least of his worries. As soon as his clock struck midnight, an agonizing pain shot through his body. He bit his lip so that he would not scream in pain and wake his uncle. He did not have to suffer the pain for long because he soon passed out.

Harry then opened his eyes to see only darkness; there was no light or life in sight. 'Did I die?' He wondered, as he looked around for a sign of where he was. "No" said a light and sweet voice, almost like bells of the wind. Harry started violently and looked around to find where the voice was coming from. In a panic, Harry yelled out, "Who said that? Show yourself you coward!" The voice replied, "I did young man, and I am no more a coward than you are."

Harry turned in the direction of the voice to see a much younger girl with white angel wings wearing a white robe with gold lining, and shoe-like slippers. She had short brown hair and bright blue eyes that sent waves of kindness and love towards Harry, who unconsciously relaxed. "…Who are you?" a slightly dazed Harry asked. "My name is not important here. What is important is the reason you are here." She replied. Harry looked at her confused and asked: "What?" "I can only keep you here for so long. I am an angel of God, sent to this earth to either save lives, or destroy the." She answered quickly. "You're Death?" Harry asked slowly. "No, Death only takes lives, he does not save. I died on my mission, unfortunately, before I could complete it. You, Harry, have been chosen to be the next Angel of Death and Darkness, or the Angel of Mercy and Life. You will choose in the end." She replied as she faded away into the darkness.

At that, Harry woke with a jerk. He had just started to sit up, when he doubled over from a ripping pain going through his back. After what felt like hours, but must have been only a few seconds, the pain had subsided enough for Harry to move. He looked over his shoulder and jerked in surprise. He saw two wings coming from his back; one was black and bloody, the other a bright, gleaming white. Then, with a bright flash, a bowl of water, a piece of cloth and a book titled BEING AN ANGEL OF DEATH OR LIFE appeared in front of him. The book had a gold cover with glowing black letters. Suddenly, a boy who appeared to be no older than five years old appeared. He was dressed in all white, had brown hair and eyes, and spoke in a quiet, peaceful voice. The boy told Harry, "I volunteered to help you."

Harry was so surprised by everything that he could only nod, wide-eyed at the boy. Meanwhile, the little boy had grabbed the cloth and dunked it in the water. He then looked to Harry and told him softly that they needed to wash all of the blood off of Harry's wings or else it would crust over. Harry soon felt the cloth being run over his wings, and he shivered at the feel of it. The lukewarm water ran down his back and wings and turned the water pink with his red blood. "What's your name," Harry asked shyly, "My name is Harry." The boy started at this and answered excitedly, "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Frank! It's nice to meet you Harry!" He paused for a moment to finish cleaning Harry's wings and back then told Harry that he was done and that it was best to read the book he had received before sun-up. Frank waved happily before disappearing in a mist.

Harry was left to stare at the spot where the boy had once stood, wondering if he had simply gone crazy overnight. He grabbed the book off of his bedside table, slightly surprised that his back did not hurt any more, and decided that he was not crazy at all. He opened the book and started to read:

When a Angel of Life or Death is chosen, usually before they are born, they ask to be placed on earth to protect the people, the plant, and animals. Well, we all know you can't have one side with out the other. When you are a Angel of Light and Mercy, your wings are pure white. you spread joy, right a wrong and give second chances to almost everyone and when someone is near death you can bring them comfort and love, as well as sweet dreams for a peaceful journey to the afterlife. Not only that, but you attract what witches and wizards call light beasts: Fairies, phoenixes, unicorns, etc. You can heal people, ease their fears, and cure sickness, You can also have control over the elements.

As the Angel of Death and Darkness you have black wings. From their eyes they cry tears of blood, for how they and many others suffered. But don't worry, when they cry tears of blood, they don't lose any blood at all; they stay healthy. They decide if people deserve to be punished and what the punishment is. However, the punishments are given to them on a list by God. If God thinks that the person should not be punished, then they cannot be punished. The Angel chooses a punishment from the list that is given to them by God, and then they carry it out . Sometimes when the punishment is death, they can kill that person without a problem or a mess. When a person comes to the inheritance of being a Life or Death Angel they take on the form of either Angel. If they have suffered a lot, then they become a Death and Darkness Angel. If they have a pretty good life, they turn into a Life and Mercy Angle. Nothing is set in stone. if you are one, you can change into the other if something major happens.

Harry looked up from the book to see that the sun was coming up slowly, and floating in front of him was a note. He plucked the note from the air, and started to read it out loud, "When the sun comes up, a mirror will appear and you will take on your true form. You will know how to retract your wings instinctually, and if you are an angel of Death, your tears of blood will also disappear. You will still be able to decide how people will be punished, though either Angel will glow slightly, even if you hide your wings.

Harry looked up to see a large silver and gold filigree mirror in front of him. There were small wildflowers engraved around the edges. Looking into the mirror, he saw all of the changes that were made to his body. He was still small, but his facial features had changed. His eyes were wide and sparkled brightly; his lips were fuller and a soft pink like roses. His ebony hair was tamer and softer. He thought that he looked somewhat…..otherworldly. Harry also felt much more powerful, but those were not the only changes that he found. On his back were two soft black wigs that spread out to a length of almost 12 feet long and then folded around him; tears of blood flowed from his bright emerald eyes. He pulled his wings into his back, the tears of blood stopped, not even leaving a sign that they had been there.
Then, he heard a heavy knock on his door. He opened the door and noticed that it was his uncle. In his mind's eye he could see every beating he had received, every time he was yelled at and insulted, when his uncle had counterfeited money, and every other horrible thing that he had done. A list appeared in his head with suitable punishments for Vernon. "Boy! Get me breakfast!" roared Vernon. 'Time to deliver the punishment' Harry thought with a smirk, finally he would get his revenge.