I own nothing. Sorry for not updating in a while I had some family issues.
Chapter Twenty-one: Letters from Hogwarts
Months went past and Gabriel hadn't received a single message from Crowley. Not that he was complaining. The demons incessant nagging about the upcoming plans of his brothers was, quite frankly, pissing him off. Was it so hard to understand that he was tired of fighting? It's not like it would change anything. His brothers will always fight. There would never be peace. If he had to fight for something it would be to protect his new family.
Speaking of which Hermione had keep her side of the bargain. She had kept him updated and supplied in sugar quills insuring his silence. He had to admit it was very amusing to listen to her complain about the boys.
Hi Uncle Gab,
It's my first week back and Harry and Ron already managed to get them self in to trouble. They flew Ron's Dad's flying car to Hogwarts and hit the Whomping Willow. They're lucky McGonagall didn't expel them. Literally less than 24 hours and they got them self in to a detention. Mrs Weasley was so mad she sent Ron a howler. (That's a screaming letter, you would like it. If you don't open it, it explodes)
Oh and they are already behind in their homework. Honestly I don't know what they do with their spare time. Apparently playing chess and quidditch is more important to them then their education.
Anyway, I'm fine. Not dead yet.
Love Hermione
P.s. Mum is mad that you left without saying goodbye and she wants to know who your friend was. (So do I!)
He had laughed when he had read the letter. Typical like Mother like daughter. Of all of the things to focus on.
Hermione,
Tell your mother I'm sorry. You can tell her Crowley is a friend from work and that I left due to a work emergency. In your case I'll tell you when you're older.
As for those boys, if they wanna fail then let them fail. As long as they don't drag you in to any more trouble I don't particularly care what they do. Although I do want to know how to make a screaming letter sound like it could be lodes of fun. It would freak your dad out, don't you think?
I hope you're still having fun.
Send more sugar quills.
Uncle Gabriel
Hi Uncle Gab,
Uncle Gabriel who exactly was that stupid excuse supposed to fool? Mum has never even heard you mention a job never mind seeing you actually do any work. She isn't buying it and Dad seems to think that his you're boyfriend. (Not that he has anything against that). So who was he and way was he covered in all those scares?
Apart from that, everything has been rather normal. Classes have been amazing. Our new Defence teacher is Gilderoy Lockhart and his just… he thought us all about Pixies the other day. It was a bit hectic but hands on experience is always the best way to learn. Don't you think?
By the way Dad did not appreciate the howler you sent him at 3 a.m. on Sunday. If I were you I would make sure your wings work, because he wants pay back.
Hermione
Gabriel snorted as he looked at the mention of that posing idiot he had meet in Diagon Alley. He was exactly the type of man he would usually target, unfortunately with the others present he wasn't given a chance to play his littlie tricks. But he had planned to look him up. Too bad he was Hermione's teacher.
Hey Kiddo,
I would have paid to see your Dads face when that letter came. And yes I realise that was a pretty lame excuse but I'm not really going to tell anybody about my feathery secret and it relates to this so no.
And like I said I'll tell you when you're older.
However are you sure that that Lockhart jerk knows what his talking about he didn't seem like he knew what a werewolf even looked like, never mind how to stop one.
Thanks for the jelly beans, they were interesting
Gabriel.
The next letter he received maid Gabriel angry. As soon as he saw the envelope, all tear stained attached to the school owl's leg, Gabriel could feel his blood boil. He wanted to hurt who had ever caused those tears.
Hi Uncle Gabriel,
How've you been? I've had a long day. Not really fun, if I'm honest. We ran in to Draco Malfoy before Harry's quidditch practise and he was being rather mean. But I'm fine now. Ron defended me granted it back fired a bit, but it's nice to know he has my back.
So what are you up to?
Hermione.
Hey Stinker,
Not going to pretend to be calm so going right in to it. What did that bastard say and or do? Because, I am telling you right now, I will destroy him!
Give me an answer straight away.
Gabriel
Uncle Gabriel, I won't let you harm another student. Never mind what they say or do! You are an adult (do angels grow up?) I'm fine ok. Hermione.
Hermione,
Ï know you're not fine. If I promise not to kill him will you tell me? I swear on the bible I will do no physical harm to Draco Fucking Malfoy. You know I can't brake that promise.
Gabriel
Fine,
Only because you won't stope badgering me about it.
Malfoy called me a Mudblood.
You happy now. Hermione.
Needless to say he had only promised no physical harm to the boy. The fact he has hilarious nightmares was not something he could stop from happening. Gabriel was pretty pleased with himself until he received a prayer.
"When I lay my head to rest I pray to the Gabriel,
Uncle Gabe something is happing. Harry heard a voice and… I don't know. Filches cat got petrified. I don't know what to do!"