Harry Potter and the strange arrivals

by Angelicamigod

Ah, it seems like a happy least...to most of the guardians that is. Angel Marie Dare is the only guardian to truly know that things aren't right. She was born a witch, that died in her sleep because of a fire and became a gate to the underworld after making a deal with Hades. She knows Voldemort has risen because the souls that go through her, tell her so. Year 3 of Hp

1. Son of a

~Angel's pov~

I look at the brilliant soul/man before me and sigh, he was only 19 years of age but he had sacrificed himself for his friends.

"I'm so sorry, et portam mortis, but I have to pass through you to get to the underworld," Alex, as I learned his name was when he first approached me while I was on my evening stroll, says as he draws closer, the seemingly still bleeding wound on his side starting to fade, a sharp pain shooting through my side as I get it.

I wince a bit when he calls me et portam mortis, which means 'The gatekeeper of death' in Latin, what the souls always address me as.

"Don't worry about it, Alex, now pass through, I know you don't want to become an amissa anima, a lost soul." I say, translating my own Latin usage.

Alex nods, he has the look in his eyes that says he wants to comfort me, but if he touches me he'll instantly go through the gateway instilled within me by Hades when I was 10, which was only 3 short years ago, I was technically 13, but I use my powers to look 18.

"I'm sorry, et portam mortis, I truly am…" Alex says before he steps into me, his wounds transferring to me as his soul passes through, his life flashing before my usually blind eyes.

That's right, I'm blind, but the thing is….I can see things that have death within them...souls and certain spells, for example.

I cry out in pain as I take stock of my injuries, always less life threatening than what the soul had died of.

A gaping wound in my right side, internal bleeding, and a concussion.

"That was one brave soul" I mutter before I start to go about patching myself up...but before I could change out of my ruined outfit, I sense the shadows calling me, wanting to take me to the North Pole. "Nononono! God dammit! The others will be mad I'm late, then worried about the blood!" I say, panic spreading through me. I straighten my bloody white dress with a sigh before I run into the shadows, the next second falling out of the rafters of the meeting room, expecting an impact...but I sense a spell being put upon me to slow my fall.