Chapter 1

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AN: Hi I'm new. This is my very first fic so reviews would be lovely. That sounded a bit like Baby's First Album. Anyways I don't have a lot of faith in my writing abilities so I'm here to learn. My spelling isn't half bad but my grammar is pretty terrible so feel free to criticize anything done wrong. Like most authors I'm messing with the canon plots and this is SLASH so *insert warning here*. HP is canon up to the last book but isn't epilogue compliant. I'll be honest here, I'm gonna mess with the VK canon mercilessly. Enjoy! :D

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'I've yet to see where the "fortunately" part comes into this curse…'

Interestingly enough, these thoughts originated from a crate in the back of a moving truck. Said crate was large of to fit a person and contained a statue of a mourning angel in chains. The angel had wings that curled around it like shields and looked to be a small male wearing a flowing cloak that seemed a bit tattered. The males face was possibly beautiful but it was hard to tell as it was mostly hidden by his hands which had been raised as though hiding a deep grief. The form was stuck in a hopeless slouch with his elbows resting on spread knees and his heels leaned against the pedastal he sat upon. He was a stereotypical grey that was a tad darker than what was most common and seemed to carry an undertone of that spoke of shadows. The statue appeared to be in good condition which was surprising considering it had been found in the middle of a English farmer's field. It had shown up and was found covered completely in dirt and dust from the clouds kicked up by tractors that had been plowing. Once the statue had been cleaned, the farmer's wife had cleaned it off while showing it utmost reverence and respect (it was an angel after all), the farmer had kept it for a week before he felt as though it needed to be somewhere that had cheer. He sold it to a upper class private school in Japan that promised to take care of it in hopes that perhaps a place for lively young folk would chase away the depressing atmosphere that plagued it. It really wasn't their fault that they unknowingly sent off a sentient statue that was having, in his opinion, the worst luck of all time.

The already tired and betrayed angel didn't understand how being sold off to a school could possibly be in any way fortunate for him. 'I mean really? How could this be better?! I'm going from being gawked at and having to run home to being (maybe) gawked at and (definitely) not being able to do anything about it. And it's a high school and a high class high school which, based on my experience with one snobby blond ferret, means that I'm going to be dealing with a bunch of disrespectful and arrogant prats who probably deface statues to make their parents pay for it!' Resigned to his fate of being 'defaced' the angel mentally settled down and prepared to sleep the rest of the way there with hopefully no nightmares. 'At least my vaults were already locked down and I'd already raised the house wards. Nobody can get through my wards, at least that's one good thing that came out of being the most powerful wizard since Merlin. In any case, I'm stuck in here until we get to that prat-in-training school. ' And with that last thought the statue drifted into a heavy slumber listening to the hum of the delivery truck and taking comfort in his gently swirling magic. There were no nightmares for now.

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