I walked into Dumbledore's office with Harry at my side, and gazed up in awe at the variety of moving paintings on the walls. Of course plenty of pictures moved at Hogwarts, but I'd never seen so many like that. It was kinda cool, but I couldn't stare for long, because Dumbledore was staring at us expectantly. The Head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, was sitting next to him, and was also starting at us.
"Snape must've already told them about you and Harry." Lyte noted.
Shaede, however, was staring at Professor McGonagall. "She's hot." The dragon decided.
"Hey, Shaede, you know I'm gay and Azriel's ace and straight. There's nobody in this body attracted to girls except you, since you're bi, so I don't know what you're expecting us to say." The unicorn said.
"Shut up, guys." I murmured to them aloud, too quietly for anybody to hear, as we walked over to the headmaster's desk and sat down. I folded my arms and draped my wings across the chair as the headmaster's eyes bored into our souls. Professor McGonagall had pulled out a pen, clipboard, and some paper. Clearly she was going to write down a transcript of this exchange.
"So, Azriel, Harry, I hear that you two got into trouble with Professor Snape, so he sent you here." Dumbledore said.
"Correct." I responded.
The headmaster clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You two know that you need to behave." Dumbledore said. "Harry, if you get expelled for bad behavior, there is absolutely nothing stopping him from coming and destroying you right then and there, without the protection of Hogwarts, and considering that the Dursleys will use that as an excuse to remove you from the house. And Azriel, as a half-angel, you should know better."
I felt anger flood through me and my eyes shifted to a red color as I became more demon than angel, because anger was a demon emotion rather than an angel emotion. "You seem to be forgetting that my other dad is Apollyon, a demon lord. I'm half-demon too." I spat. "Nobody ever seems to understand that until my eyes go red."
McGonagall moved back, tripping over her chair. Fawkes let out a screech and flew towards Dumbledore, but the powerful wizard signaled for him to return to his perch with a single sweep of his hand. The old wizard pulled out his wand and placed it on the table to show that he wasn't going to hurt us. "Listen, Azriel, I'm not here to punish you. I was the one who made your alarm clock malfunction because I knew that you would educate Snape on the extent of your suffering, causing you to be sent here. You and Harry have something that I need you to do. That's why I have Minerva here, too."
I leaned forwards, suddenly interested. "Do tell."
He let out a sigh and picked up his wand again. "We have an unfortunate situation here in Hogwarts." He began. "The Dark Lord's influence has been felt even here. Even children have been recruited to his ranks. There are some in the school who wish only to betray us. They are spies within our very walls. We need to do something about them, and unfortunately there's not much we can do. Imprisoning them isn't enough- Azkaban has fallen under the sway of the Dark Lord, and the Ministry of Magic has turned a blind eye to it. They are in denial."
"Let me guess, the spy is that asshole Draco Malfroy." Harry spat the name like it was venom.
Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "No." He answered. "You see, you two have been picked for a very specific purpose. Azriel, you, as a half-angel half-demon witch, are incredibly powerful. Not to mention, being blessed by both angels and demons, you are nigh-immortal- nothing short of an archangel or demon lord, and maybe not even them, can kill you. And Harry, you are close to the spy in our midst. They believe that you will not betray them."
"Ron Weasley." I said.
Dumbledore shook his head, and I could see a single tear drop from his eye. "No." He answered, letting out a sigh. "Hermione Granger."
Harry and I both gasped. "B-But..." He stammered. "She can't be a Death Eater."
"It makes sense." Shaede noted. "That explains why she had that death eater tattoo on her arm."
"I don't want to know how you know that." Lyte mused.
"Shaede says that she's seen the Dark Mark on Hermione's arm." I announced to Dumbledore. Harry and McGonagall looked confused, but dad had told Dumbledore about my spirit guides a long time ago, so he knew what I was talking about. "What's the plan?"
"Glad you asked." Dumbledore replied. "We've built a computer lab, where we're going to have a new class in 'Muggle Technology'. Hermione, being an avid learner despite her loyalty to Lord Voldemort, will take it. Azriel and Harry, you are going to be the co-teachers of the class."
The headmaster slid an AK-47 out onto the desk over which they were conversing. "During your first lesson, you will be teaching them about assault rifles. Azriel, you will hold it, seeing as you've had less experience with the Muggle world than Harry has. You'll then 'accidently' shoot Hermione with it, and we'll pass it off as an 'accident'. Problem solved. It's perfect."
I grabbed the gun and loaded it, but didn't dare test it. I knew that it would make an awfully loud sound, and although I was pretty sure Dumbledore had put spells on his quarters to make sure that no sound escaped, I didn't want to take any chances. I knew how to use one- my dad had taught me how to use one, and he must've told Dumbledore. I was a pretty good shot with it, too.
"Hey, do we get paid for this?" I asked suddenly.
Harry cast me a strange look. "Well, isn't it worth it to try and twart evil, even if that evil is somebody we once called a friend?" He asked.
I shrugged. "I guess. Must be the fact that I'm in my demon aspect right now. Apollyon was always more selfish than Gabriel, must be a demon thing."
Harry shrugged. I glanced at Dumbledore. "So, that's it right? No more to the plan."
"I think we're good." The headmaster answered. "Good luck, my little hitmen."
