'I will help you. Do not be afraid.'
'Who are you?' Draco asked.
'I am you. We are we. We are one. You are me. I am Michael. You are Draco. Yet we are one. I ask of you to allow me to reside with you.'
'Why?' Draco asked.
'I wish to assist you.'
'No one can help me.'
'I can.'
'What are you?'
'Let me show you.'
Draco remembered centuries upon centuries. He remembered the galaxies being formed. He remembered his brethren. He remembered when his Father first spoke his name. MICHAEL. He remembered the creation of every single on his brethren. He remembered the glory and righteousness of the Host. He remembered as they sang the praise of their Father. He remembered his Father creating the humans. He remembered Lucifer, Samael's, refusal of the humans. He remembered Gabriel's supposed death and then his actual. He remembered his pride and arrogance. Oh, how he remembered.
Michael saw Draco's short years of his life. He remembered how his mother adored him, and how his father was so strict. He remembered when Lucius first taught him what it meant to be a pureblood. He remembered his desire to fulfil anything for his father, a desire he held onto for so long as Michael that it followed through with Draco He remembered Harry Potter refusing his offer of friendship. He remembered his pride and arrogance. He remembered the Dark Lord making him and making him his.
His forearm warmed and Draco watched as the Dark Mark disappeared from his arm.
He is no Lord of mine.
Draco gripped his now naked forearm and nodded, "He's no lord of mine."
My Lord is God
Draco had never learned much about Christianity. Most witches and wizards were Pagans and the religion of muggles was said to be beneath them. Now, he knew that centuries ago there had been no such divide. Before the fall of Babylon, before humans believed witchcraft to be a sin. Draco couldn't feel powerful in comparison to Michael.
Draco walked away from the tree feeling something he hadn't quite felt for a while.
Hope.
Draco asked, "How can you help me, Michael?"
I believe not talking aloud to yourself is a start.
Draco chuckled, 'Yeah I'd rather not get shipped off to 's'
I know no Saint called Mungos.
Draco rolled his eyes, 'It's a hospital.'
Oh.
Guess we'll have to help each other then.
Michael replied, 'Truthfully, I know not yet what lesson Our Heavenly Father wishes me to learn, but I shall endeavor to help you however I can. I know of the mission you've been set upon. I know how you wish to please your father. I wished for it too. I was ready to destroy the world to do so. Do not make the mistakes I have made.'
So your saying I need to decide whether to do what my father wants or to do what I think I want to do. How will I know which path is the right one.
Only you can know.
Draco did want to please his father, but what Michael said resonated with him. They both had, and look how that ended for Michael. Draco wanted to keep his mother safe. There was nothing that could be done for his father in Azkaban. He wanted to survive. For once in his life, he wanted to not do what his father said if it meant having to bow before a mad man. He didn't know what to do.
A dreamy voice said, "I was out looking for Hinkypunks, but I thought you should know your wings are very beautiful. Very fierce and regal."
Draco turned to see that Lovegood girl walking at his side. He tried his hardest not to scowl and send the loon on her way.
She's not insane. She has a gift. She can see.
Draco scratched the back of his neck, "They're not really my wings. They're Michael's."
Luna smiled, "Oh, I figured you and Michael were one in the same, but I suppose thinking of you two as separate entities would help your sanity. When I was small, I would always set out tea in case any angels dropped by. It's nice to finally meet one. Can you tell him I pray for his brother even no one else does? I always thought he needed it most."
Samael. She speaks of Lucifer. Oh, Father.
Draco said, "We should probably head back to the castle. You probably shouldn't be seen with me anyway."
"Is it because we both have light blonde hair?"
Draco glanced at her hair and then up at his. She was right they were almost the same color, "No, that's not it. I'm a Slytherin. You're part of Potter's little fan club, and well I'm-me.
The son of a Death Eater. A Death Eater branded by Voldemort.
Luna said, "I would be friends with a Slytherin if a Slytherin wished to be friends with me. I know of other Ravenclaws who are friends with Slytherins. I don't think Harry would like it very much if there was such a thing as his own fan club, but I don't believe I'm part of one unless I've forgotten about it. Harry is just my friend. I quite like having friends. Would you like to be my friend. You and Michael?"
Draco sighed, "I don't want you to get in any trouble for being seen with me."
Luna gasped, "I didn't know if was against the law."
"It isn't just-."
Luna swung her arms as she walked before it turned into a skip, "Then, if it's not against the law I can be seen with you. I won't be of in any trouble."
Draco snorted, "What about Potter?"
Luna stopped skipping, "If Harry is my friend he should not be any trouble if I wanted to make another. I don't think Harry is that silly, although he sometimes gets Wrackspurts."
Draco shrugged his shoulders, "Truthfully, with Michael in my head I can't really care about being seen with you. I mean, I have an archangel in my head, or I am an archangel, or whatever, but if Crumpled Horned Snorkacks are actually real then that can't be any weirder."
Luna giggled, "You remembered a Crumpled Horned Snorkack and I didn't even mention it."
Draco tried to hid the blush that heated up his face, "Well, I suppose I sometimes listened to you. I thought it amusing and you just seemed so uncaring it was kind of-refreshing."
Luna shrugged, "My mother always told me to be myself even if Nargles take my things."
Draco said, "My mother always told me to be a proper Malfoy. A Malfoy doesn't do certain things. A Malfoy behaves a certain way."
"Do Malfoy's hang out with Lovegood's?" Luna asked.
Draco allowed a small smile to come to his lips, "This one does."
Luna clapped her hands together, "That's nice. I have an idea how to help you with your situation. We can attend a DA meeting, Hermione convinced Harry to start it up again, and you can prove yourself to them. With the Order, you can help your mother and stay safe while doing what if right. I know you don't want to just hide. You have a Gryffindor side, but don't worry I won't tell. I can help you with your powers as well, Michael."
Draco blinked and then blinked again, "Wait a minute, you want me, Draco Malfoy, to go to Potter's little Defense club. You think I should go to the Order of the Phoenix for help, and that I should fight on the side of the Light."
"Technically, whatever side your on seems more Light all things considering with Michael."
Draco ran a hand through his hair, "One thing at a time, okay. I can't go to Potter's Defense Club. I'm Draco Malfoy."
"You're also Michael, and I'm Luna Lovegood. Now that we've all been introduced let's go." Luna grabbed his hand and started dragging him out of the forest. Draco protested, and tried to use his strength to help him remain, but Michael wasn't exactly helping.
I think you should go.
You're supposed to be on my side. I thought you were me!
I thought we were going with the separate identities thing.
Draco huffed. Having an Archangel in his head was going to be harder than he thought.
