Disclaimer: I do not own the following: Harry Potter, Escaflowne, Legend of Dragoon, the book: 'Rhapsody', Lord of The Rings, Princess Mononoke, or any of their characters. I don't own the saying 'did anyone get the license plate of the truck that hit me?'. I do not own the concept of 'the Alpha and the Omega', don't know who does, but it ain't me...@.@-Can you own something like that or is it unownable?
^No "Order of The Phoenix" events included.^
^100 points to anyone who can tell me who the old man, in the flashback, was in the last chapter.^
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Replies to Reviewers:
David M. Potter: thanks for the review.
giggling_gal_sim: thanks for the review. Oh, and there is more.
ThestralGirl003(): All I can say is...WOW. That has to be like THE longest review I have ever gotten. Oh, and not to sound like a braggart, but I didn't learn to write like that, I was born to write fanfiction. I won't directly give away anything that has to do with Harry, but take a look downwards and you'll be one happy reviewer ;). I'll try to post soon, but I have too many stories up at once with writer's blocks on most of them, so it'll be hard to update any time soon.
athenakitty: *looks at athenakitty exasperatedly and then rubs bridge of her nose.* Athena...can I call you that-No? Oh well. Athenakitty...honey, and I mean that in a friendly, non-weird, way...you completely lost me. First off Demetry is dead and Red, as I called my character in the last chapter, is his descendant and not Demetry himself. Second, when I have Voldemort saying 'See this pitiful Elf?!' and 'I'll crush the pathetic creature's windpipe!' I'm referring to the type of Elf that Legolas, from 'Lord of the Rings', is, not a House Elf. Thanks for the review anyway and please continue reading.
debbie(): Thanks for the review. Yeah, I'm glad that Voldemort's finally gone too.
ranger2: Thanks for the review.
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#Sound#
*Talking on comm. line*
^Actions while speaking^
"Talking"
'Thinking'
(*Memory/Flashback*)
{Dragon Speaking}
: Eagle talking :
* Wolf Speaking *
- Lion Speaking -
(Griffin talking)
Chapter Thirty-Five
The Aftermath
Hermione gasped as she felt like something had just lightly squeezed her heart, but only for a mere fraction of a second.
'Could it be Harry?' she thought with a bit of hope, but then squashed it, 'Forget it! Harry's dead, remember!?'
Hermione's eyes wandered around the room taking in everyone who was there besides the patients. She saw her mother having a heated conversation with Professor Dumbledore over something. She saw Ginny, who was seated at the window, looking out at the Hogwarts grounds. Madame Pomfrey was bustling about, checking on patients and visitors alike.
Rhapsody was sitting in a corner of the room, holding the Elf baby named Legolas. Professor MacGonagal was studying her every move as if she was some sort of fascinating type of creature. Hagrid wouldn't have fit into the Infirmary with so many patients and visitors already in there, but he would send an owl about once every half an hour.
Lavender was sitting next to Ron, was sitting in a chair, by the window, just staring off into space. From the looks of things, Ron was completely oblivious to everything happening around him. Hermione figured that the Hogwarts castle could have fallen in around him and he probably never would have even noticed.
"Look!" Ginny suddenly gasped out, interrupting Hermione's thoughts, and pointed at something outside the window.
Altecia, Ron, Lavender, Hermione, Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey, and Professor MacGonagal rushed to the window. They saw a form step out of the portal and almost fall to its knees, but it used a sword to support its body like one would use a cane. A golden phoenix came out of the portal shortly after and perched on the stranger's shoulder. Hermione felt the sensation once more and she finally understood.
The flame in Hermione's eyes came back to life and, before anyone could stop her, she was out of the Hospital Wing's doors. She ran, as fast as she could in her condition, through the halls and out of the entrance doors. She ran toward the figure and gasped as she saw him in the light of the sun. He looked so much like Harry, and yet at the same time, he didn't.
He was a little bit taller than Harry, but he had Harry's hair and eyes. There was no lightning bolt scar present on his forehead. A long, deep, cut sliced across the left side of his face. Whatever had caused the wound had barely missed the eye itself, while cutting him from the temple, across the bridge of his nose, and stopped halfway down his right cheek.
Battle scared, blood covered, maroon armor covered his body, blood red wings were drooped with fatigue, and his body seemed terribly weak from both exhaustion and major blood loss. Wounds, and blood-both green and red, covered him where the armor had not protected him enough. There were a few cracks in and a lot of scratches across the battle-damaged armor.
The sword, the very one that he was using for a crutch, was slightly familiar to Hermione. Maybe it was because looked like a melding of the two swords Harry carried, and one other sword, and maybe not. Not only did it have Godric Gryffindor inscribed in the blade, but it carried the Draconian Royal Crest, which was also the Evan's family crest, in the hilt.
The name of Godric Gryffindor was inscribed, in gold lettering, on one side of the blade. Inscribed, in blood red lettering, on the other side of the blade was a saying, in Elven, which was roughly translated into 'I am neither light nor shadow'. The royal crest was unchanged from its gold, black and red colors, but the sword's blade was black and white swirled together-a mixture of darkness and light.
"Harry?" she choked out, scared that it wasn't him.
The young man raised his head slowly, weakly, and stared into her eyes. There was a familiar look in his eyes, as he looked into her own. Hermione gasped as she saw two sets of emerald eyes looking back at her. The pair she was looking through and a second pair right behind the first, but this set of eyes was more of a spiritual sight than a physical one.
Hermione could almost see an unfamiliar scene being played in them. She couldn't quite make out what she was seeing. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled into the eyes much like how described being pulled into a pensive...
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~~~?????? POV~~~
......It's so dark...... It this Death?...... Where am I?...... Who am I?...... Why am I here?...... I remember...... A face of unsurpassed beauty...... My Mione......
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Normal POV
Hermione gasped, like she hadn't breathed in hours, as she came back to consciousness, only five minutes later, and then sat there, sobbing. She could remember everything that had happed to her after being pulled in by those eyes. Without thinking twice, Hermione threw her arms around the stranger neck and hugged him.
Just as she did, a bright light surrounded the young man. Hermione let go in fright and watched in amazement as the glowing like split into two. Slowly the light dissipated and two unconscious, wingless, forms were shown. One was wearing blood red armor and the other was wearing pure black armor.
"Hermione!"
Hermione turned around as she heard her mother yell her name. Everyone who had been at the windows seemed to appear out of nowhere. As soon as they saw the two forms, most stopped dead with shocked looks on their faces. Wasting no time, Dumbledore levitated the two forms onto separate beds. Dumbledore smiled as the phoenix followed the floating figure in the black armor.
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Two days later...
Harry Potter groaned as he sat up and immediately regretted it.
"Sun Dancer?" he groaned out.
The golden phoenix sung out in response and Harry nodded only once.
"Okay, okay!" he cried out, cringing, in pain, at the volume, as he stared at the phoenix, "I understand!"
Slowly Harry became aware of someone lying next to him, looked down, and smiled. Lying there, holding onto him very tightly, was Hermione and she wasn't about to let him go. He noticed the dried tear trails on her cheeks and realized that he had made her cry again.
'Harry, you idiot!' he berated himself and then decided to crack a joke, 'You're setting a record for making an angel cry.'
"Salazar, Merlin, and Godric!" he heard his brother suddenly exclaim, "My head! Who got the license plate of the truck that hit me!?"
"Was it a dump truck or just a regular eighteen wheeler?" Harry asked him jokingly, trying to ignore his own throbbing head.
As if understanding Harry's thoughts, Sun Dancer began to sing. Slowly the pain in his head diminished and then disappeared all together. Just as it did, the past few days came back with a vengeance. Meeting Hermione's real parents, fighting, and losing to, Salavan, fighting in countless battles, and then finally defeating Voldemort.
"We did it!" he cried out in realization.
"Did what?" David replied with a groan.
"Defeated Voldemort!" Harry cried out, "Do you realize what this means?!"
"A life without fear?" David suggested sheepishly, not knowing such a life, since he had spent almost all of his being evil.
"Among other things!" Harry replied and then smiled down at Hermione.
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/Dream Sequence.../
She was seeing a group of animals, seated on a raised platform, looking down at her. There were only five animals, a Dragon, an Eagle, a Wolf, a Lion, and even a Griffin. She shivered as she looked up at the animals who were, in turn, looking down at her.
A large, black, female, dragon stared down at her, with calculating eyes, from the center. A white wolf growled at her from the right of the dragon. A griffin and a lion stared at her from next to, and to the far left of, the wolf. An eagle sat, perched at the Dragon's left side. There was an empty space at the end of the stage, where another animal could be seated.
Hermione suddenly felt as if she was under judgment for a crime that she had committed, but did not remember ever doing.
{So, you came here on your own, small one,} the dragon stated gently.
"No, ma'am," she replied, "I was sent here when I looked into a familiar pair of emerald green eyes."
(Then you must have met the boy we trained,) the Griffin stated proudly.
"You are the ones who gave him all those scars?!"
:Yes and no,: the eagle replied calmly. :It was his own foolishness, which distracted him during training, that gave him those scars.:
"But still-"
The dragon sighed exasperatedly, breathing hot air on Hermione and causing her to stop in mid-sentence.
{You must be girl who was supposed to come with him} the dragon stated softly, {But did not}.
-Didn't he tell you anything?!- the lion roared at her.
"Tell me what?"
*That foolish boy! He was supposed to tell you about your intertwined destiny after he returned from here!* The wolf snarled angrily.
(Now, now, White Blizzard,) started the Griffin very casually, (The boy is just a pup. He has much to learn in the ways of the Power. Can you not see that the boy loves this girl just as much as that other human boy loves your adopted, human, granddaughter?)
*You will keep them out of this, Silver Wing!*
{Not now you two! Save it for when we aren't busy!} the dragon angrily retorted, {We need to send her back.}
"Will I remember this?"
(Yes,) Silver Wing replied, (All of it.)
*Now,* began White Blizzard before she leapt straight at Hermione and snapped her jaws shut mere inches from Hermione's face, *WAKE UP!*
/Abrupt Ending of Dream/
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Hermione's eyes flew open in a panic and bolted upright. She barely registered the fact that there was a warm body next to her or that someone was holding her gently.
"What's wrong, Moine?" Harry asked her softly, concern dripping from his voice and his emerald green eyes flashing worry.
"Oh, Harry, it was terr-" Hermione started hysterically and then stopped dead and blinked a couple times.
"Harry!" she shrieked in happiness and almost pounced on him, but then suddenly remembered her condition and stopped herself.
Harry saw her reaction and couldn't help but smile. He leaned his head down near her cheek and gave Hermione a gentle kiss. He then leaned down next to her right ear and slowly began to whisper into it.
"I wish I could greet you properly, but I can hardly move."
"It's okay," she replied softly, "I understand."
Suddenly they heard the Infirmary's doors open and were surprised at the crowd standing there. Standing proudly, despite his wounds, Sirocco headed up the group. To his left and right was his wife and son. Harry was surprised to see Salavan being supported by another Elf; usually Salavan was too proud, like his father, to accept help. To their right and left was Ron, Lavender, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny.
Behind them was Dumbledore, Professors MacGonagal (sp?), Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick. The Professors, except for the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress, were turned around, barring someone's entrance. What the three didn't know was that the Professors were fighting off the Press. The Infirmary's doors shut tight behind the small group, now minus Professors Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick.
"No Angel," David sighed softly, "Of course, she wouldn't show up, she probably still hates me."
Harry looked at his brother, confused.
"Who's Angel?"
David sighed and looked over at his brother.
"Angel, Angel Skies was my girlfriend before I...changed."
"And who said I wasn't now?" a unfamiliar voice asked out, as someone appeared from behind Dumbledore.
"Angel!?" David cried out, joy radiated from his very being like an invisible aura that could be felt.
A young woman with long silvery blonde hair and sky blue eyes nodded only once before she ran over to him. She looked him in the eyes; her own filling up with tears. Suddenly she nodded, only once, and then punched him in the gut. David, who had been expecting something other than a shot to the gut, doubled over as the air vacated his lungs.
"What...*wheeze*...was that for?" David gasped out.
"Just felt like it," Angel replied with a grin, teasing him.
"You know, I think your parents were way off when they named you," David stated, also teasing, "You act more like a devil than an angel."
Suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat caught the two of them off guard. The two's heads snapped around to stare at Dumbledore like he had just appeared out of nowhere.
"Do you two think you can tell us just what happened after Miss Granger left you, unwillingly, in the crumbling fortress?" Dumbledore asked the two remaining Potters.
Harry's eyes flashed with numerous emotions, but only for a split second. Suddenly he looked to be decades older than he really was. He and David exchanged a pensive look and then David turned to speak.
"What we are about to tell you is hard for us to explain," David began to speak softly.
"Some of the things we saw in there could give anyone, even Dumbledore, nightmares for the rest of his or her life," Harry elaborated with a depressed look in his eyes, "What we saw was beyond anything in this world. We saw rebirth, the afterlife, the creation of life and the horrors of death... Well, to put it simply, we saw everything..."
^No "Order of The Phoenix" events included.^
^100 points to anyone who can tell me who the old man, in the flashback, was in the last chapter.^
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Replies to Reviewers:
David M. Potter: thanks for the review.
giggling_gal_sim: thanks for the review. Oh, and there is more.
ThestralGirl003(): All I can say is...WOW. That has to be like THE longest review I have ever gotten. Oh, and not to sound like a braggart, but I didn't learn to write like that, I was born to write fanfiction. I won't directly give away anything that has to do with Harry, but take a look downwards and you'll be one happy reviewer ;). I'll try to post soon, but I have too many stories up at once with writer's blocks on most of them, so it'll be hard to update any time soon.
athenakitty: *looks at athenakitty exasperatedly and then rubs bridge of her nose.* Athena...can I call you that-No? Oh well. Athenakitty...honey, and I mean that in a friendly, non-weird, way...you completely lost me. First off Demetry is dead and Red, as I called my character in the last chapter, is his descendant and not Demetry himself. Second, when I have Voldemort saying 'See this pitiful Elf?!' and 'I'll crush the pathetic creature's windpipe!' I'm referring to the type of Elf that Legolas, from 'Lord of the Rings', is, not a House Elf. Thanks for the review anyway and please continue reading.
debbie(): Thanks for the review. Yeah, I'm glad that Voldemort's finally gone too.
ranger2: Thanks for the review.
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#Sound#
*Talking on comm. line*
^Actions while speaking^
"Talking"
'Thinking'
(*Memory/Flashback*)
{Dragon Speaking}
: Eagle talking :
* Wolf Speaking *
- Lion Speaking -
(Griffin talking)
Chapter Thirty-Five
The Aftermath
Hermione gasped as she felt like something had just lightly squeezed her heart, but only for a mere fraction of a second.
'Could it be Harry?' she thought with a bit of hope, but then squashed it, 'Forget it! Harry's dead, remember!?'
Hermione's eyes wandered around the room taking in everyone who was there besides the patients. She saw her mother having a heated conversation with Professor Dumbledore over something. She saw Ginny, who was seated at the window, looking out at the Hogwarts grounds. Madame Pomfrey was bustling about, checking on patients and visitors alike.
Rhapsody was sitting in a corner of the room, holding the Elf baby named Legolas. Professor MacGonagal was studying her every move as if she was some sort of fascinating type of creature. Hagrid wouldn't have fit into the Infirmary with so many patients and visitors already in there, but he would send an owl about once every half an hour.
Lavender was sitting next to Ron, was sitting in a chair, by the window, just staring off into space. From the looks of things, Ron was completely oblivious to everything happening around him. Hermione figured that the Hogwarts castle could have fallen in around him and he probably never would have even noticed.
"Look!" Ginny suddenly gasped out, interrupting Hermione's thoughts, and pointed at something outside the window.
Altecia, Ron, Lavender, Hermione, Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey, and Professor MacGonagal rushed to the window. They saw a form step out of the portal and almost fall to its knees, but it used a sword to support its body like one would use a cane. A golden phoenix came out of the portal shortly after and perched on the stranger's shoulder. Hermione felt the sensation once more and she finally understood.
The flame in Hermione's eyes came back to life and, before anyone could stop her, she was out of the Hospital Wing's doors. She ran, as fast as she could in her condition, through the halls and out of the entrance doors. She ran toward the figure and gasped as she saw him in the light of the sun. He looked so much like Harry, and yet at the same time, he didn't.
He was a little bit taller than Harry, but he had Harry's hair and eyes. There was no lightning bolt scar present on his forehead. A long, deep, cut sliced across the left side of his face. Whatever had caused the wound had barely missed the eye itself, while cutting him from the temple, across the bridge of his nose, and stopped halfway down his right cheek.
Battle scared, blood covered, maroon armor covered his body, blood red wings were drooped with fatigue, and his body seemed terribly weak from both exhaustion and major blood loss. Wounds, and blood-both green and red, covered him where the armor had not protected him enough. There were a few cracks in and a lot of scratches across the battle-damaged armor.
The sword, the very one that he was using for a crutch, was slightly familiar to Hermione. Maybe it was because looked like a melding of the two swords Harry carried, and one other sword, and maybe not. Not only did it have Godric Gryffindor inscribed in the blade, but it carried the Draconian Royal Crest, which was also the Evan's family crest, in the hilt.
The name of Godric Gryffindor was inscribed, in gold lettering, on one side of the blade. Inscribed, in blood red lettering, on the other side of the blade was a saying, in Elven, which was roughly translated into 'I am neither light nor shadow'. The royal crest was unchanged from its gold, black and red colors, but the sword's blade was black and white swirled together-a mixture of darkness and light.
"Harry?" she choked out, scared that it wasn't him.
The young man raised his head slowly, weakly, and stared into her eyes. There was a familiar look in his eyes, as he looked into her own. Hermione gasped as she saw two sets of emerald eyes looking back at her. The pair she was looking through and a second pair right behind the first, but this set of eyes was more of a spiritual sight than a physical one.
Hermione could almost see an unfamiliar scene being played in them. She couldn't quite make out what she was seeing. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled into the eyes much like how described being pulled into a pensive...
~~~~~~~~~
~~~?????? POV~~~
......It's so dark...... It this Death?...... Where am I?...... Who am I?...... Why am I here?...... I remember...... A face of unsurpassed beauty...... My Mione......
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Normal POV
Hermione gasped, like she hadn't breathed in hours, as she came back to consciousness, only five minutes later, and then sat there, sobbing. She could remember everything that had happed to her after being pulled in by those eyes. Without thinking twice, Hermione threw her arms around the stranger neck and hugged him.
Just as she did, a bright light surrounded the young man. Hermione let go in fright and watched in amazement as the glowing like split into two. Slowly the light dissipated and two unconscious, wingless, forms were shown. One was wearing blood red armor and the other was wearing pure black armor.
"Hermione!"
Hermione turned around as she heard her mother yell her name. Everyone who had been at the windows seemed to appear out of nowhere. As soon as they saw the two forms, most stopped dead with shocked looks on their faces. Wasting no time, Dumbledore levitated the two forms onto separate beds. Dumbledore smiled as the phoenix followed the floating figure in the black armor.
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Two days later...
Harry Potter groaned as he sat up and immediately regretted it.
"Sun Dancer?" he groaned out.
The golden phoenix sung out in response and Harry nodded only once.
"Okay, okay!" he cried out, cringing, in pain, at the volume, as he stared at the phoenix, "I understand!"
Slowly Harry became aware of someone lying next to him, looked down, and smiled. Lying there, holding onto him very tightly, was Hermione and she wasn't about to let him go. He noticed the dried tear trails on her cheeks and realized that he had made her cry again.
'Harry, you idiot!' he berated himself and then decided to crack a joke, 'You're setting a record for making an angel cry.'
"Salazar, Merlin, and Godric!" he heard his brother suddenly exclaim, "My head! Who got the license plate of the truck that hit me!?"
"Was it a dump truck or just a regular eighteen wheeler?" Harry asked him jokingly, trying to ignore his own throbbing head.
As if understanding Harry's thoughts, Sun Dancer began to sing. Slowly the pain in his head diminished and then disappeared all together. Just as it did, the past few days came back with a vengeance. Meeting Hermione's real parents, fighting, and losing to, Salavan, fighting in countless battles, and then finally defeating Voldemort.
"We did it!" he cried out in realization.
"Did what?" David replied with a groan.
"Defeated Voldemort!" Harry cried out, "Do you realize what this means?!"
"A life without fear?" David suggested sheepishly, not knowing such a life, since he had spent almost all of his being evil.
"Among other things!" Harry replied and then smiled down at Hermione.
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/Dream Sequence.../
She was seeing a group of animals, seated on a raised platform, looking down at her. There were only five animals, a Dragon, an Eagle, a Wolf, a Lion, and even a Griffin. She shivered as she looked up at the animals who were, in turn, looking down at her.
A large, black, female, dragon stared down at her, with calculating eyes, from the center. A white wolf growled at her from the right of the dragon. A griffin and a lion stared at her from next to, and to the far left of, the wolf. An eagle sat, perched at the Dragon's left side. There was an empty space at the end of the stage, where another animal could be seated.
Hermione suddenly felt as if she was under judgment for a crime that she had committed, but did not remember ever doing.
{So, you came here on your own, small one,} the dragon stated gently.
"No, ma'am," she replied, "I was sent here when I looked into a familiar pair of emerald green eyes."
(Then you must have met the boy we trained,) the Griffin stated proudly.
"You are the ones who gave him all those scars?!"
:Yes and no,: the eagle replied calmly. :It was his own foolishness, which distracted him during training, that gave him those scars.:
"But still-"
The dragon sighed exasperatedly, breathing hot air on Hermione and causing her to stop in mid-sentence.
{You must be girl who was supposed to come with him} the dragon stated softly, {But did not}.
-Didn't he tell you anything?!- the lion roared at her.
"Tell me what?"
*That foolish boy! He was supposed to tell you about your intertwined destiny after he returned from here!* The wolf snarled angrily.
(Now, now, White Blizzard,) started the Griffin very casually, (The boy is just a pup. He has much to learn in the ways of the Power. Can you not see that the boy loves this girl just as much as that other human boy loves your adopted, human, granddaughter?)
*You will keep them out of this, Silver Wing!*
{Not now you two! Save it for when we aren't busy!} the dragon angrily retorted, {We need to send her back.}
"Will I remember this?"
(Yes,) Silver Wing replied, (All of it.)
*Now,* began White Blizzard before she leapt straight at Hermione and snapped her jaws shut mere inches from Hermione's face, *WAKE UP!*
/Abrupt Ending of Dream/
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Hermione's eyes flew open in a panic and bolted upright. She barely registered the fact that there was a warm body next to her or that someone was holding her gently.
"What's wrong, Moine?" Harry asked her softly, concern dripping from his voice and his emerald green eyes flashing worry.
"Oh, Harry, it was terr-" Hermione started hysterically and then stopped dead and blinked a couple times.
"Harry!" she shrieked in happiness and almost pounced on him, but then suddenly remembered her condition and stopped herself.
Harry saw her reaction and couldn't help but smile. He leaned his head down near her cheek and gave Hermione a gentle kiss. He then leaned down next to her right ear and slowly began to whisper into it.
"I wish I could greet you properly, but I can hardly move."
"It's okay," she replied softly, "I understand."
Suddenly they heard the Infirmary's doors open and were surprised at the crowd standing there. Standing proudly, despite his wounds, Sirocco headed up the group. To his left and right was his wife and son. Harry was surprised to see Salavan being supported by another Elf; usually Salavan was too proud, like his father, to accept help. To their right and left was Ron, Lavender, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny.
Behind them was Dumbledore, Professors MacGonagal (sp?), Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick. The Professors, except for the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress, were turned around, barring someone's entrance. What the three didn't know was that the Professors were fighting off the Press. The Infirmary's doors shut tight behind the small group, now minus Professors Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick.
"No Angel," David sighed softly, "Of course, she wouldn't show up, she probably still hates me."
Harry looked at his brother, confused.
"Who's Angel?"
David sighed and looked over at his brother.
"Angel, Angel Skies was my girlfriend before I...changed."
"And who said I wasn't now?" a unfamiliar voice asked out, as someone appeared from behind Dumbledore.
"Angel!?" David cried out, joy radiated from his very being like an invisible aura that could be felt.
A young woman with long silvery blonde hair and sky blue eyes nodded only once before she ran over to him. She looked him in the eyes; her own filling up with tears. Suddenly she nodded, only once, and then punched him in the gut. David, who had been expecting something other than a shot to the gut, doubled over as the air vacated his lungs.
"What...*wheeze*...was that for?" David gasped out.
"Just felt like it," Angel replied with a grin, teasing him.
"You know, I think your parents were way off when they named you," David stated, also teasing, "You act more like a devil than an angel."
Suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat caught the two of them off guard. The two's heads snapped around to stare at Dumbledore like he had just appeared out of nowhere.
"Do you two think you can tell us just what happened after Miss Granger left you, unwillingly, in the crumbling fortress?" Dumbledore asked the two remaining Potters.
Harry's eyes flashed with numerous emotions, but only for a split second. Suddenly he looked to be decades older than he really was. He and David exchanged a pensive look and then David turned to speak.
"What we are about to tell you is hard for us to explain," David began to speak softly.
"Some of the things we saw in there could give anyone, even Dumbledore, nightmares for the rest of his or her life," Harry elaborated with a depressed look in his eyes, "What we saw was beyond anything in this world. We saw rebirth, the afterlife, the creation of life and the horrors of death... Well, to put it simply, we saw everything..."