Author: AngeloftheDesert
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, then the Dursley's would be in Azkaban. Since they're not, I obviously don't own Harry Potter. I probably took some influences from Ah! My Goddess (since I've been watching the OAV's nonstop since I got them three days ago), and I don't known that Anime/manga either.
Rating: PG-13 to R
Pairing: SS/OC - main, secondary pairings will come as my muse kicks me.
Summary: It's the sixth year at Hogwarts and a new Potion's apprentice is brought to the school. Is there more between this new student and Professor Snape than meets the eye? (Sorry all slash fans, this is a het story...and the first one I've done now that you mention it)
Prologue
It was a circular room, walls made of cold stone, floor made of the same material, but smooth from years of footsteps. There was a single window high above allowing blue moonlight to illuminate the room, the moonlight dancing over a small pool in the center, the water so smooth that it was almost like a mirror. A small alcove went off from the side of the room, and there sat a long wooden table made with rough planks. The table was draped with a deep red cloth and various objects were aligned on the surface: a small silver dagger, a silver goblet holding nothing but water, a book written in strange symbols, and, most importantly, a small silver brooch with a shimmering emerald in the center.
A form stepped into the room, swathed in black robes with billowed around his frame. The figure stepped over to the alcove, looking at the table with dark eyes as a pale hand ran over the red cloth, fingers coming to rest on the emerald. The hand then moved to open the book, nimble fingers quickly finding the page with the incantation needed to perform the summoning. His dark eyes ran over the symbols, having deciphered them long ago. The figured allowed his hand to drift over to the emerald brooch, this time lifting it from the table and securing it to his robes so it rested over his heart. The brooch seemed to shimmer for a moment after it was secured, sending a shiver to magic through the man's frame. This was it. It was time for the summoning.
The figured moved around the table so he was facing the circular room, dark eyes trained on the pool of water in the center. The moon was reflected in the water's surface, in exactly the right place. Slender fingers lifted the dagger from the table, another pale hand moving over the silver goblet. The man's dark eyes watched the pool of water in the center of the room, his mouth slowly forming the words to the incantation.
"Power of Earth, might of Fire, thirst of Water, burst of Wind.
Gather your mighty forces.
Bring the one I call, by the power of my lifeforce..."
A single prick of the dagger, blood welling from the pale skin. Slowly, a drop fell away, falling towards the goblet. The drop seemed to stop, suspended in air for a moment, glittering like a crimson jewel, before it struck the surface of the goblet's water. In the center of the pool, ripples had formed, as if the droplet had struck the center. The ripples glowed blue as they ran to the edge of the pool. Around the edge, symbols had begun to appear, glowing with a blue light that mimiced the shine of the moon. As the symbols continued to form around the circular room, a swirl of wind came, ruffling the cloth of the table, pulling like a tornado. The man didn't allow himself to be pulled with the force of the magical wind. He remained firm in his spot, knowing to tread into the room before the actual summoning would cancel the whole spell. A slender arm gathered up the book, dark eyes reading from the text.
"Forces of Nature, bring forth the one I call.
By the forces of Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire.
Summon the Angel.
Bring her to me!"
A circle of glowing energy appeared in the center of the pool, the wind growing stronger, at gale force now. The man braced himself against the wind, holding the book against him, dark eyes never leaving the center of the pool. Suddenly, a light erupted from the glowing center and, as the man watched, a form seemed to rise from the water. First a head covered in long hair, slender shoulders rose, followed by a curved body, graceful arms and long legs were the last for emerge. As the light faded, the man got his first look at what he had summoned.
She was a beautiful creature. Hair the color of the reddest rose was gathered at the back of her head in a ponytail that fell down past her waist. Her face was young, looking no older than sixteen, maybe seventeen, dark eyelashes resting against pale cheeks. The girl's forehead was adorned with a slender diamond, two small circles at the sides, circles of the same blue as the diamond adorned her cheeks, just below her closed eyes. Her slender frame was clothed in strange robes: green cloth decorated with silver along the hem gathered around her shoulders into a brooch similar to the one the man held, the rest forming the back of her dress, a white, ruffled garment could be seen under the outer robes, and serrated sleeves created almost a white cape behind her. But the feature that drew the man's eyes beyond the girl's inital appearence was a pair of large, white feather wings that arched gracefully from he girl's back, shimmering in the blue light.
But the man couldn't stare for long. He set the book down on the table and, taking up the goblet and dagger, he stepped towards the girl. As he broke through the wall of wind, there was a sudden calm in the room. The man stepped over to the floating girl, finding that when he set a foot onto the surface of the pool that it was solid. Gently he lifted the hand holding the dagger to the girl. As if she were on a string, the girl raised her hand, allowing the man to prick her finger with the dagger. Blood the color of sapphire-tainted silver welled from the cut. The same as the man had before, a drop of the substance fell away from the cut, held suspended for a moment before it struck the surface of the water.
"Drink, Angel, and be one with your Holder."
The girl, looking as though she were sleepwalking, took the goblet from the man's hand, raising the cup to her lips and drinking of their mingled blood. She then returned the goblet, now half-full, to the man, who drank the remainder. The binding ritual was almost complete.
Suddenly, a burst of blue light came from the girl's chest, striking the man in his own. A sudden still of shock, dark eyes widening as he felt another conciousness in his mind, gentle, like a breeze. As he watched, the girl's eyes opened, allowing ebony to meet a startling sapphire. Slowly, the girl smiled at the man, a gentle, caring smile, before her mouth formed a soft word.
"Master..."
To Be Continued!
Author's Note: Yes, Belldandy was a heavy influence for the girl's character, and will continue to be throughout the story. Other characters of the girl's race will be introduced as the story progresses. Until then, enjoy!