Reviews are really appreciated, whether they be complimentary or constructive. Really, just any reviews, please? Also, title name; "New City, New Chaos"? Any suggestions for a change or is that satisfactory? I can't decide.
Also, please not an edit to chapter one if not already noticed. The setting will actually be during a hypothetical season five of Angel - they are in fact working a Wolfram & Hart, rather than the Hyperion Hotel as previously stated.
"We don't have time for this." Harry murmured, as the green person walked away. "We're not singing."
Hermione and Ron agreed wholeheartedly. The horned being had insisted that they sing, and then all would be revealed. "What is he?" Ron looked at Hermione expectantly.
"I –I'm not sure." Hermione's lack of understanding and knowledge today was clearly worrying her. "I've never read about these creatures. Look, there are more. Lots of them." She pointed to the tables closer to the stage. There were plenty more strange appearing people, all with different features. "I think they might be demons." Hermione concluded.
"Demons?" Harry and Ron said together.
"I haven't read a lot about them because they aren't really touched on at all at Hogwarts. But I was reading something on how America has been run with beings not belonging to this world. They're in every country, but it seems that the vast majority have ended up here in the US. They're not human, and some are really quite dangerous. Others operate peacefully. I think we must have apparated here instead because of all the demonic power, it acts as a kind of hotspot. Can you feel this place? There's magic here. It's in the building. It must have drawn us."
"What do we do then?" Ron whispered; his face scrunching up as the one who called himself Lorne approached them again.
"So what's it going to be? A moving ballad, a fiery anthem?" He winked at Hermione, "You my dear, look like you could use a little escape. Perhaps a song would relieve some of that tension." Her face was still contorted with concentration as she gazed at him. "Just a little number, I won't even make you take the stage. I can tell you are new here. From the mother country as well? Just like Wesley." He smiled at them and nodded at Hermione in encouragement.
"What's a Wesley?" Ron whispered to Harry. He shrugged in response.
Hermione dipped her head with timidity before opening her mouth and beginning to sing. What came out surprised all of them. The little circle they were standing in was filled with loveliness and beauty at her sweet voice. It shook with nervousness but it didn't take long for it to become steady and confident. She stopped after almost a minute, her face red with embarrassment
"Darling, that was beautiful." Lorne was in awe, yet his features remained dark. "But honey, why don't we all sit down while we discuss what I felt."
"I see dark times. It's still unclear, but your futures are definitely intertwined, you three. Very soon things should make sense for you. I promise you that. I've been wrong before, but the amount of goodness that I can sense in your auras, even without the singing, is startling. I think you should see Angel. In fact, I insist on it. He'll help you with whatever is coming, 'cause sweetie, it does not look like fun." He gave Hermione a business card. He stared uneasily at each of them. "Look, they'll be able to do what they can, but I can't promise they'll be able to tell you much more than I can. I can't see any specifics, just that it's big, and it's bad."
"Wolfram & Hart?" They murmured in unison, finally turning to the little card in Hermione's hand.
They made their way from the club quickly, wary of the dark alleys that seemed to be everywhere. Harry was not scared of anything that he thought me might encounter, but the idea of the unknown unnerved him a little. There seemed so much that they didn't know.