A/N: Okay, sorry it took me so long to update, but I finally got a
computer. It was an X-mas present. Cool huh? Eh, you probably don't care.
Another reason that it took me so long to update was because my friend was
supposed to be drawing a pic of Sab, and I was going to post the chappie
along with the pic but, she hasn't so screw her. And just so you all know,
I'll soon be posting pics of Sam and Sab (when Z gets it finished) on my
website. Other pics from different stories are there.
I also wanted to add that I'm taking any ideas for this story. I never started this story with much of a plot, I just wanted to make an angel Harry Potter story. So if any one wants to see something in this story, just tell me and I'll try and see what I can do. Please people, I can use any of the help that I can get. I have some ideas already in my head, but not enough to finish the story. So help me here! Ok, thanks!! ^_^
Chapter 2- Thy Angels Three
A few days had passed and no one had suspected anything odd or out of place. Harry of course had his doubts, but didn't tell any one about them. Sam and Sab had a few disappearances since their first day. But none of them were to the place they had went to before, they usually left, as to not be a bother to the Weasley's. Oddly enough, Harry and Sam had had a few conversations since she first arrived and had started to form an odd form of a friendship. Sab just seemed to flirt endlessly with the twins.
It was now sundown, and almost suppertime. Hermione and Ginny were helping Mrs. Weasley cook dinner under her protest. Sam and Sab were gone again, most likely at their favorite bar. And the guys were outside playing Quidditch. They were soon called in to eat dinner, which was, for once, a quiet event. After eating dinner, all the youngsters were on their way back out to their concealed quidditch field when their two mysterious guests appeared back home.
"Hello girls," Mrs. Weasley said as they approached her. "We have your Dinner saved for you."
"It's okay, we already ate." Sab said as she smiled at her.
"Okay," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling right back.
The two headed outside, followed by all the others. Suddenly Sam stopped and tuned around facing Harry.
"Do you guys have two extra brooms lying around?" She asked.
"Why?" Ron asked, from behind Harry.
"We want to play a game of Quidditch, is that so wrong?" Sab said.
"No, not at all, at least if you think you can." Fred said.
"You'll be the judge of that." Sam said,
"Alright, I think we will." Ron said.
He ran inside and grabbed Bill and Charlie's brooms that were still at home. He went back outside and handed them to the girls.
"These?" Sab said.
"It's all we got." Fred said.
"Oh well, I guess this won't be much of a problem." Sam said.
Sam and Sab each grabbed a broom, and held it in front of them. They let go and the brooms started to levitate. They passed their hands from the beginning of the broom, to the end. And when their hands moved, the shape of a Firebolt started to appear where there once was a Comet 360.
"Wow, how did you do that?" The Weasley boys asked in unison.
"Magic," They responded together.
"Now, time to kick ass." Sab said.
The guys looked at them odd. They still had on their long cloaks, and they knew that no one could play wearing something like that. The girls smiled, and with a swish of their hands, they were dressed in jean shorts and a short, long sleeved shirt. You could almost see everyone else's eyes pop out of their heads when they saw their figures. They had all thought that the youngest that they could be was twenty, but boy were they wrong. Standing in front of them were two youngsters, at least younger than them. Both looked around the age of fifteen or sixteen. And they were quite a sight for the boys. Both were well endowed, had great figures, curves in all the right places, and enticing looks.
Sam had medium length white blond hair that somehow reminded them of someone, a moonlight like pale complexion and her bright green eyes shone more brilliantly than ever before. Sab fit in the picture perfectly. She had bright red hair that shone in the darkness, but was a shade darker than the Weasley's, and that distinguished her. And she had dark brown eyes that could have fooled anyone as black. And she too had a pale complexion. A drooling pair of twins was enough, but the youngest brother as an addition of more drool, was too much. Harry seemed to be the only decent one around.
"So, are we gonna play or what?" He said.
So the game started, boys against girls, Ginny joined the girls side and Hermione was referee. The second the girls were on the brooms, they were already winning. The tricks and loopedy loops they were doing were amazing, and of course they thought Ginny a trick or two. The score was soon 15 - 2, guys going down the drain. They were surprised to see Percy walk out of the house and towards them, who were sitting on the grass, taking a breather. Most of his visits were infrequent and surprising. A year ago, Percy had moved out and found a place of his own. The moment he reached them, Percy's eyes landed on the girls.
"And whose friends are you?" He asked curiously.
"No one's, why do you ask?" Sam said, standing up. She was soon joined by Sab.
"Just curiosity," He said walking over to them. He bowed to them.
"That's odd," Sab said hiding her smile behind her hand.
"Just one more question," He said.
"Ask away," Sab said.
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He said.
"Yes it did. But technically, it wasn't heaven." Sam said smiling happily. She always did love it when guys used that line on her; she never once lied to them.
Everyone in their presence was a bit creeped out by the response, but let it go when the two ran past Percy, and back up to the house. Before they entered, they waved their hands and were once again covered by their dark cloaks.
"So, what ya come out here for Perce?" Ron said, standing up.
"Mum told me to come get you guys, she was worried that something might've happened." Percy said.
"The worry-wort, we're right outside." Ginny said joining her brother, then walked back with him towards the house.
The rest followed their actions, as they too headed up to the house. The rest of the night was a family occasion, including of course Harry and Hermione, who were practically family. Percy left a while after eleven.
The next morning, at breakfast, silence was finally not practiced. Even Sam and Sab joined the family; they were also wearing their long cloaks. It seemed that they were apprehensive in front of the adults. Yesterday, the younger ones thought that they had taken a step into knowing their new guests, but they guessed wrong.
"Mrs. Weasley, how is the professor? And is he still at Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Well, his condition still hasn't been found yet, and he's still in the coma. The mediwizards say that until they find what exactly happened to him, he'll stay in it. And yes, he's still there. Poor Severus." She said sadly.
"Severus?" Sam said. Her head had sprung up at the name, as did Sab's. "As . . . as in Severus Snape?"
"Yes, do you know him?"
"Yeah," She said. "What happened to him?"
"Well, Harry knows the story better." Molly said.
Everyone turned to Harry, and was playing close attention. Though Harry knew what had happened, he didn't like to tell it, and not everyone in the room knew the entire story. Just bits and pieces from others.
"Well, we were all fighting in a battle against some Death Eaters, I guessed that they were newbies, none knew how to put up a fight. At one point, I heard the words Aveda Kedavra, or at least something like it being shot at me. Professor Snape jumped in front of me and took the hit. He wasn't dead, so I'm guessing the newbie said the spell wrong." He said sadly.
"Oh my gosh." Sam said, a tear already making its way down her face though no one could see her face. But the soft sob gave her away. She turned and hugged her best friend. "Oh Sevvie," She said sadly.
"Um, I'm guessing that you guys are close to him?" Ginny said.
"Very," Sab said. "Do you think we can go see him? Please," She asked the Weasley parents. She too had a tear or two in her eyes.
"Um, I guess we can. I don't think that there might be a problem." Mr. Weasley said.
"Thank you," Sam said standing up and walking out of the room.
Sab followed her trying to soothe her. The rest of the family looked at one another.
"I wonder how close they are . . ." Ron wondered out loud.
"I'll go talk to Albus right now." Mrs. Weasley said, dashing into the living room.
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Hours later, Sam and Sab were inside Hogwarts. They were accompanied by Harry, who had wanted to see how his professor was doing, after all it was his fault he was in such a state, at least that's what he believed. And Ron and Hermione being the friends they were, went along with Harry. They were led to the infirmary by Madame Pomfrey who wasn't too pleased that her patient had visitors. Inside there were other mediwizards helping the cause. Sam ran ahead of the group right to the potions masters' bed. She saw him lying there, in agony. He had things stuck on his body, spelled to tell what was wrong with him. Though none of them were working correctly.
"You're fools, all of you!" She yelled from where she was standing. She then proceeded to take off the large cloak she wore. Sam was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a short khaki skirt.
"Sam calm down," Sab said. She too took off the imposing piece of cloth. Sab now wore a blue turtleneck and long jeans.
"Don't you see, they're killing him slowly as every second passes!" She said. Her anger and sadness filled her as she ripped away everything that was supposedly helping her dear friend stay alive.
Madame Pomfrey rushed over trying to stop her, but Sam extended her arm out and pushed her away with a swoosh of her hand. Everyone else in the room was scared shitless to go near her. Well, almost everyone. Sab came closer to her and Harry slowly followed. A bright white aura enveloped Sam, and she began to rise in midair. All the other doctors fled in safety for their lives.
"Harry, stay back!" Sab yelled.
"Sab, I'm sorry, I cannot hide it any longer. It is after all the only way to save him. He'll be gone soon and you know it." Sam said.
Sam's clothing began to change form, her skirt changed to a shorter white skirt, with short shorts under. Her shirt transformed completely, it was no longer a shirt. It was now more like two large pieces of cloth wrapped around her breasts, and around her waist. She wore no shoes. All of a sudden, wings exploded from her back. They were beautiful large white wings, almost as large as her own body.
"You think I'm not gonna help you with this? Wrong!" Sab said, going through her own transformation. She was now suspended in midair and wings had sprouted from her back. She wore a short shirt that was tied at the front, and her small skirt was tied at both her sides. And she too wore no shoes.
Both, now in their angel forms, flew towards Severus and levitated him at the same height as they were.
"You never strap in an angel to save them!" Sam yelled at Madame Pomfrey, who was luckily still conscious. All the other doctors had fled quite a while ago in safety for their lives.
The girls extended their arms out, and a bright light emitted from their palms. The light hit Severus, and filled the room. As the light engulfed, an aura of his own began envelop Severus. But, a different change occurred here. His face began to grow younger, showing more physique. His hair reached past his shoulder, down to his mid-back. It no longer looked greasy, but silky ans soft to the touch. His clothes also began to change. His shirt disappeared to reveal a well-toned chest, and a well built muscles. His pants changed from his normal black to white, and were quite baggy. He wore no shoes. The girls aimed one last bean of light toward him, and two large, white, and beautiful pair of wing erected from his back. They slowly laid him back down on the bed, careful not to harm his wings it the process. And then flew back down next to him. His eyes opened for the first time in weeks.
"Hey Sev," Sam said.
"Sam," He said without energy. "You always did come to my rescue."
"Hey, don't forget about me," Sab said.
"If only that was possible, then I'd be at peace." He said teasingly.
"Sev!" Sab said feigning hurt.
They suddenly remembered the rest of the occupants in the room as they turned around. They had completely forgotten about them. They were supposed to keep such a secret just that, a secret. But now their cover had been blown. Sam didn't care too much though, she was just happy that Severus was alive. But the something was odd with what they were looking at. It seemed that a new person was among the open mouthed group. He walked over to them in great surprise.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Sam and Sab gasped.
"Samantha? Sabbeth? Everyone thought you were dead, what happened?" he asked the girls. Something fishy was going on here, and he was going to find out.
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Ending notes: Thanks for reading people. Much will be explained in te next chappie. And it also looks like I'm barely getting any reviews for this story, but I really don't care if people read it, though I would appreciate it. I'm just writing to rid myself of all these plot bunnies. But hey, reviews always help me write faster. So if read you this story, PLEASE review, I don't care if it's a flame or whatever. I can use them to roast marshmallows. *mmm* Please review!! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Bye now!
I also wanted to add that I'm taking any ideas for this story. I never started this story with much of a plot, I just wanted to make an angel Harry Potter story. So if any one wants to see something in this story, just tell me and I'll try and see what I can do. Please people, I can use any of the help that I can get. I have some ideas already in my head, but not enough to finish the story. So help me here! Ok, thanks!! ^_^
Chapter 2- Thy Angels Three
A few days had passed and no one had suspected anything odd or out of place. Harry of course had his doubts, but didn't tell any one about them. Sam and Sab had a few disappearances since their first day. But none of them were to the place they had went to before, they usually left, as to not be a bother to the Weasley's. Oddly enough, Harry and Sam had had a few conversations since she first arrived and had started to form an odd form of a friendship. Sab just seemed to flirt endlessly with the twins.
It was now sundown, and almost suppertime. Hermione and Ginny were helping Mrs. Weasley cook dinner under her protest. Sam and Sab were gone again, most likely at their favorite bar. And the guys were outside playing Quidditch. They were soon called in to eat dinner, which was, for once, a quiet event. After eating dinner, all the youngsters were on their way back out to their concealed quidditch field when their two mysterious guests appeared back home.
"Hello girls," Mrs. Weasley said as they approached her. "We have your Dinner saved for you."
"It's okay, we already ate." Sab said as she smiled at her.
"Okay," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling right back.
The two headed outside, followed by all the others. Suddenly Sam stopped and tuned around facing Harry.
"Do you guys have two extra brooms lying around?" She asked.
"Why?" Ron asked, from behind Harry.
"We want to play a game of Quidditch, is that so wrong?" Sab said.
"No, not at all, at least if you think you can." Fred said.
"You'll be the judge of that." Sam said,
"Alright, I think we will." Ron said.
He ran inside and grabbed Bill and Charlie's brooms that were still at home. He went back outside and handed them to the girls.
"These?" Sab said.
"It's all we got." Fred said.
"Oh well, I guess this won't be much of a problem." Sam said.
Sam and Sab each grabbed a broom, and held it in front of them. They let go and the brooms started to levitate. They passed their hands from the beginning of the broom, to the end. And when their hands moved, the shape of a Firebolt started to appear where there once was a Comet 360.
"Wow, how did you do that?" The Weasley boys asked in unison.
"Magic," They responded together.
"Now, time to kick ass." Sab said.
The guys looked at them odd. They still had on their long cloaks, and they knew that no one could play wearing something like that. The girls smiled, and with a swish of their hands, they were dressed in jean shorts and a short, long sleeved shirt. You could almost see everyone else's eyes pop out of their heads when they saw their figures. They had all thought that the youngest that they could be was twenty, but boy were they wrong. Standing in front of them were two youngsters, at least younger than them. Both looked around the age of fifteen or sixteen. And they were quite a sight for the boys. Both were well endowed, had great figures, curves in all the right places, and enticing looks.
Sam had medium length white blond hair that somehow reminded them of someone, a moonlight like pale complexion and her bright green eyes shone more brilliantly than ever before. Sab fit in the picture perfectly. She had bright red hair that shone in the darkness, but was a shade darker than the Weasley's, and that distinguished her. And she had dark brown eyes that could have fooled anyone as black. And she too had a pale complexion. A drooling pair of twins was enough, but the youngest brother as an addition of more drool, was too much. Harry seemed to be the only decent one around.
"So, are we gonna play or what?" He said.
So the game started, boys against girls, Ginny joined the girls side and Hermione was referee. The second the girls were on the brooms, they were already winning. The tricks and loopedy loops they were doing were amazing, and of course they thought Ginny a trick or two. The score was soon 15 - 2, guys going down the drain. They were surprised to see Percy walk out of the house and towards them, who were sitting on the grass, taking a breather. Most of his visits were infrequent and surprising. A year ago, Percy had moved out and found a place of his own. The moment he reached them, Percy's eyes landed on the girls.
"And whose friends are you?" He asked curiously.
"No one's, why do you ask?" Sam said, standing up. She was soon joined by Sab.
"Just curiosity," He said walking over to them. He bowed to them.
"That's odd," Sab said hiding her smile behind her hand.
"Just one more question," He said.
"Ask away," Sab said.
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He said.
"Yes it did. But technically, it wasn't heaven." Sam said smiling happily. She always did love it when guys used that line on her; she never once lied to them.
Everyone in their presence was a bit creeped out by the response, but let it go when the two ran past Percy, and back up to the house. Before they entered, they waved their hands and were once again covered by their dark cloaks.
"So, what ya come out here for Perce?" Ron said, standing up.
"Mum told me to come get you guys, she was worried that something might've happened." Percy said.
"The worry-wort, we're right outside." Ginny said joining her brother, then walked back with him towards the house.
The rest followed their actions, as they too headed up to the house. The rest of the night was a family occasion, including of course Harry and Hermione, who were practically family. Percy left a while after eleven.
The next morning, at breakfast, silence was finally not practiced. Even Sam and Sab joined the family; they were also wearing their long cloaks. It seemed that they were apprehensive in front of the adults. Yesterday, the younger ones thought that they had taken a step into knowing their new guests, but they guessed wrong.
"Mrs. Weasley, how is the professor? And is he still at Hogwarts?" Harry asked.
"Well, his condition still hasn't been found yet, and he's still in the coma. The mediwizards say that until they find what exactly happened to him, he'll stay in it. And yes, he's still there. Poor Severus." She said sadly.
"Severus?" Sam said. Her head had sprung up at the name, as did Sab's. "As . . . as in Severus Snape?"
"Yes, do you know him?"
"Yeah," She said. "What happened to him?"
"Well, Harry knows the story better." Molly said.
Everyone turned to Harry, and was playing close attention. Though Harry knew what had happened, he didn't like to tell it, and not everyone in the room knew the entire story. Just bits and pieces from others.
"Well, we were all fighting in a battle against some Death Eaters, I guessed that they were newbies, none knew how to put up a fight. At one point, I heard the words Aveda Kedavra, or at least something like it being shot at me. Professor Snape jumped in front of me and took the hit. He wasn't dead, so I'm guessing the newbie said the spell wrong." He said sadly.
"Oh my gosh." Sam said, a tear already making its way down her face though no one could see her face. But the soft sob gave her away. She turned and hugged her best friend. "Oh Sevvie," She said sadly.
"Um, I'm guessing that you guys are close to him?" Ginny said.
"Very," Sab said. "Do you think we can go see him? Please," She asked the Weasley parents. She too had a tear or two in her eyes.
"Um, I guess we can. I don't think that there might be a problem." Mr. Weasley said.
"Thank you," Sam said standing up and walking out of the room.
Sab followed her trying to soothe her. The rest of the family looked at one another.
"I wonder how close they are . . ." Ron wondered out loud.
"I'll go talk to Albus right now." Mrs. Weasley said, dashing into the living room.
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Hours later, Sam and Sab were inside Hogwarts. They were accompanied by Harry, who had wanted to see how his professor was doing, after all it was his fault he was in such a state, at least that's what he believed. And Ron and Hermione being the friends they were, went along with Harry. They were led to the infirmary by Madame Pomfrey who wasn't too pleased that her patient had visitors. Inside there were other mediwizards helping the cause. Sam ran ahead of the group right to the potions masters' bed. She saw him lying there, in agony. He had things stuck on his body, spelled to tell what was wrong with him. Though none of them were working correctly.
"You're fools, all of you!" She yelled from where she was standing. She then proceeded to take off the large cloak she wore. Sam was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a short khaki skirt.
"Sam calm down," Sab said. She too took off the imposing piece of cloth. Sab now wore a blue turtleneck and long jeans.
"Don't you see, they're killing him slowly as every second passes!" She said. Her anger and sadness filled her as she ripped away everything that was supposedly helping her dear friend stay alive.
Madame Pomfrey rushed over trying to stop her, but Sam extended her arm out and pushed her away with a swoosh of her hand. Everyone else in the room was scared shitless to go near her. Well, almost everyone. Sab came closer to her and Harry slowly followed. A bright white aura enveloped Sam, and she began to rise in midair. All the other doctors fled in safety for their lives.
"Harry, stay back!" Sab yelled.
"Sab, I'm sorry, I cannot hide it any longer. It is after all the only way to save him. He'll be gone soon and you know it." Sam said.
Sam's clothing began to change form, her skirt changed to a shorter white skirt, with short shorts under. Her shirt transformed completely, it was no longer a shirt. It was now more like two large pieces of cloth wrapped around her breasts, and around her waist. She wore no shoes. All of a sudden, wings exploded from her back. They were beautiful large white wings, almost as large as her own body.
"You think I'm not gonna help you with this? Wrong!" Sab said, going through her own transformation. She was now suspended in midair and wings had sprouted from her back. She wore a short shirt that was tied at the front, and her small skirt was tied at both her sides. And she too wore no shoes.
Both, now in their angel forms, flew towards Severus and levitated him at the same height as they were.
"You never strap in an angel to save them!" Sam yelled at Madame Pomfrey, who was luckily still conscious. All the other doctors had fled quite a while ago in safety for their lives.
The girls extended their arms out, and a bright light emitted from their palms. The light hit Severus, and filled the room. As the light engulfed, an aura of his own began envelop Severus. But, a different change occurred here. His face began to grow younger, showing more physique. His hair reached past his shoulder, down to his mid-back. It no longer looked greasy, but silky ans soft to the touch. His clothes also began to change. His shirt disappeared to reveal a well-toned chest, and a well built muscles. His pants changed from his normal black to white, and were quite baggy. He wore no shoes. The girls aimed one last bean of light toward him, and two large, white, and beautiful pair of wing erected from his back. They slowly laid him back down on the bed, careful not to harm his wings it the process. And then flew back down next to him. His eyes opened for the first time in weeks.
"Hey Sev," Sam said.
"Sam," He said without energy. "You always did come to my rescue."
"Hey, don't forget about me," Sab said.
"If only that was possible, then I'd be at peace." He said teasingly.
"Sev!" Sab said feigning hurt.
They suddenly remembered the rest of the occupants in the room as they turned around. They had completely forgotten about them. They were supposed to keep such a secret just that, a secret. But now their cover had been blown. Sam didn't care too much though, she was just happy that Severus was alive. But the something was odd with what they were looking at. It seemed that a new person was among the open mouthed group. He walked over to them in great surprise.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Sam and Sab gasped.
"Samantha? Sabbeth? Everyone thought you were dead, what happened?" he asked the girls. Something fishy was going on here, and he was going to find out.
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Ending notes: Thanks for reading people. Much will be explained in te next chappie. And it also looks like I'm barely getting any reviews for this story, but I really don't care if people read it, though I would appreciate it. I'm just writing to rid myself of all these plot bunnies. But hey, reviews always help me write faster. So if read you this story, PLEASE review, I don't care if it's a flame or whatever. I can use them to roast marshmallows. *mmm* Please review!! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Bye now!