Hey, everyone. Thought I was done with this story huh? After a lengthy break I am back to deliver you some great Harry Potter content. Hopefully you will enjoy this chapter.
Fun fact. I am now 21 years old since I last updated, January 4th, 2020. A late happy birthday to me I hope you give me in the reviews.
Wow, it has been so long, hasn't it? Anyway, plans changed with this chapter I forgot that Angel was supposed to be the main focus but she is still in this quite a bit. Still, hope you enjoy it.
I hope you are all being safe out there and trying to avoid this cursed virus.
Expect a thrilling cliffhanger going into the next chapter with much more screentime for our girl Angel.
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Harry Potter the Journey to Hogwarts
THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN
The Missing Legend Arc
LAST TIME ON HARRY POTTER THE JOURNEY TO HOGWARTS: The Gangus cult assassin and her imperioused partner, Ron Weasley came out of the shadows to kill an innocent muggle family only to pursued by the bounty hunter from Finland, aiming to kill, only for her to escape but lost a valuable tool for torturing Ginny now in the hands of the conniving man. What of Ginny? Will she ever come back to normal and be active again? STAY TUNED…
Chapter 53: Revenge: Angel's Hunt for Umbridge
Thursday, October 19th, 1993 4:30 PM
Later that day the masked hunter was in a unused classroom at Hogwarts examining the small voodoo doll of Ginny in confusion. Chester the owl stood on his perch in the corner by the large window, darkened from the drenching rain outside, and he was talking up a storm, "Chester can you please stop pestering me. I need to discover the magical properties of this doll." Ground out the man staring in the direction of his owl friend.
"Sorry. Chester not make noise while master fiddles with doll." Shaking himself from the cold seeping in the room. The man smiled, "Thanks." Before gaining his attention back onto the odd object and as he squeezed the doll's arm it glowed red slightly, curious.
The man rubbed his chin in thought. His eyebrows were scrunched together as he put a containment spell over the spot he wished to open up. As he cut into the arm it glowed a dark red with fake blood starting to seep out, startling the man, shocked to see this kind of realistic take to a doll and then a realization hit him on what he was doing, "PERKELE. PASKA, PASKA, PASKA, PASKA." Chester slapped a feathery wing over his beak, "Language sir. Foul language tolerated it will not be." The man jumped out of his seat, yanked Chester from the perch and left the room with the doll in hand running down the corridor in a such a hurry, students nearly fell over, while most looked on in concern as they watched the protector of Ginny Weasley race in the direction of the Gryffindor Common Room.
Upon seeing a professor in the hall he was already going to fast to slow down. Flitwick aw him a little to late and froze and the man shouted, "EXCUSE ME." He shouted but still slammed into Professor Flitwick and tripped to the floor, pressuring the doll hard with a tightening squeeze, "PASKA." The male shouted slamming his free fist on the floor.
Chester frowned at the language but said nothing. The man took off running. Still remaining attentive on his mission, but not before helping the victim of his blunder off the floor.
Flitwick grinned with a courteous wave, "Thank you."
Chester hovered right in front of the half-goblin, "In hurry. Acknowledge you, he would if not in such hurry." Flitwick nodded, "Very well then." Apparently, Professor Flitwick could understand Chester as well.
Chester sped off down the hall after his master, Flitwick staring after the both of them wondering what all the fuss was about.
Entering the corridor to the Gryffindor Tower seemed to take an extra-long time but as he arrived in front of the portrait hole the doorway swung open without the need of a password and what the man saw broke his heart. Ginny was sitting on the couch holding her arm tightly with a scared and confused look on her tear-stained features while flanked by Neville and Hermione looking very worried.
Ginny looked up to the new visitors just as Chester landed next to her, "Little Gin-Gin feeling okay? Master messing with doll of you, oozing fake blood it did." Despite him talking in clear English, Ginny could not understand the smart owl and just giggled. Seeing it wasn't working in their favor, Chester pointed at her arm while putting on a worried mask of his own.
That caused Ginny to grasp her attention to the owner of the owl. Narrowing her eyes up at the intimidating man, Ginny spoke the man's name for the first time since she saw him as a little kid, "Kai Cinco. What is the meaning of this? Why is my arm feeling like it was severed by the literal Severing Charm?" Voice dangerously close to lashing out at him, which is something the man named Kai decided he never wished to have thrown upon him again.
He frowned.
Ginny stared up at the slightly muscular, and yet skinny, 42-year-old with a face of pure anger, "Well? I am waiting."
Kai uncurled a scarlet fist covered in fake blood from the doll. Ginny gasped, slapped both hands over her mouth when seeing the accursed doll.
Hermione just looked at the model of Ginny in confusion while it was the opposite for both Neville, Ginny and Kai.
Kai tightly clenched his teeth, "A doll man of this stature has to be created by the Ancients of the Caribbean. I've heard rumors, mostly, they are terrifying. A religious following located in Jamaica dedicated to black magic, creating poisons, weapons but most of all these voodoo dolls." Ginny looked pale. Kai looked down at the girl before gaining attention back to the doll as a hissing noise followed by chants filled the room before stopping.
Kai had a shocked look on his face as he came to a quick conclusion, "The Ancients of the Caribbean? Still alive? The sound of that hissing coming from the doll means the production is still in use." Ginny curled into a ball out of fear.
The Finnish male flicked his wand and a patronus appeared, an eagle. Eye to eye, Kai spoke clearly, "Head to Kingston. Tell Marico Messi this message: Voodoo occurrence. The Ancients of the Caribbean have arisen once more. Find them, contact me once discovered." Nodding its head the silvery avian flew through the wall in the direction of the Americas.
Kai turned to leave the room after a quick sorry for causing Ginny so much pain and in advance asked for so much forgiveness over the next moons as the doll was ripped in half by his own two hands but since it was in an act of destruction Ginny never felt the horrifying pain of if that sort of severing occurred.
Bidding a causal farewell, Kai and Chester left them to their own devices to continue searching for the evasive Gilly woman.
Later that same day In Jamaica…
"Voodoo occurrence. The Ancients of the Caribbean have arisen once more. Find them, contact me once discovered."
However, Kai's message never reached his friend…
"BROTHERS. SISTERS. WE HAVE A NEW ENEMY. THE ONE WHO SENT THIS PATRONUS KNOWS OF OUR EXISTENCE. WHOEVER THIS INDIVIDUAL IS WE MUST FIND AND ELIMINATE HIM. FIND OUT WHO HE IS, HOME, FAMILY, FRIENDS, ANYTHING. JUST GIVE RESULTS SOON. GIVE OUR GODS HIS BLOOD. OUR GOD WILL REBORN WITH A DROP OF OUR ENEMIES BLOOD."
Drums were pounded, food thrown into others faces, flexing muscular men intimidated the workers guild while the women just smirked watching all their men get riled up, "RRRAAAAAAAAAA…"
He wasn't done, "FIND THIS… MARICO AS WELL. I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A LITTLE CHAT WITH HIM. FOR GLORY. FOR HONOR. FOR BLOOD. FOR VOODOO. THE ANCIENTS OF THE CARIBBEAN HAVE RISEN ONCE MORE TO SEEK REVENGE ON THE WEAK."
The Ancient leader threw out his arms as the crowd cheered his name, "DARO, DARO, DARO, DARO THE ANCIENT, DARO THE ANCIENT, DARO THE ANCIENT." It felt good to be praised by so many. Daro crossed his arms over his bare chest, closed his eyes and then unleashed a powerful shockwave. The man's eyes glowed yellow, "ALMIGHTY GOD, VOODOO, GIVE ME YOUR STRENGTH…"
For the rest of the day, Jamaica had never seen such a terrifying storm as it did at that exact moment...
Friday, October 20th, 1993 6:00 AM
As the sun began to crest the hilltops the next morning ready to start the day. Many birds dove down to the ground below to yank out some breakfast for their young while the Hogwarts owls, same for the student-owned owls, swooped down to the grounds as well for some grub alongside the blackbirds.
While the ever so creeping fireball in the sky slowly began to bathe the school in daylight, many of the castles inhabitants, students, and teachers alike, began to arouse from their deep slumbers, prepare for the last day of the week before their week off for Halloween festivities. However, many didn't go out into the corridors just yet for a good morning breakfast.
While this time Ginny was sleeping soundly in her bed, not even being aroused again when the light came up to her eyes. Refusing to even stir.
However, despite no one else being very much awake. A certain sisterly pair were both wide awake standing in the Entrance Hall.
"No… You can't do this sis." Kendal cried hugging her big sister. Angel looked pained from her sister's reaction to the plan she had.
"Kendal." Angel sighed coming eye to eye with her on one knee, hands grasping the younger one's shoulders, "I have to find that woman who took Harry from all of us. If you were me, insanely close to the Weasleys and friend of Harry. Trust me you would wish for revenge like it was a daily occurrence." Angel gave a light smile. Her sister was a stubborn one. The 1st year kicked the wall sadly, "You really have to find Umbridge now? Can't you wait?" A tear rolled down her cheek at this.
Angel opened up to speak but she was cut off by a pissed off young Gryffindor sidling up next to the sisters, glaring at Kendal, though less intensely, "No, your sister needs to fuck her up FOR WHAT SHE DID TO MY HARRY…" Growled the newcomer.
Nearly Headless Nick floated out of the ceiling down to the trio, "Watch your language, Ms. Weasley. Have you ever heard of manners?" Nick berated her in such a nice way, however, Ginny still lost it. Without even turning towards the ghost Ginny whispered just loud enough for a good 10 people to hear, "I could find a possible way to bring you back to life Nick. Then end your life again in the most cruelest way possible. That is a promise. NEVER. EVER. TELL ME TO WATCH MY FUCKING LANGUAGE WHEN IT COMES TO UMBRIDGE." Nearly Headless Nick, despite his ghostly image, paled to a light white, "Quite right Ms. Weasley. Carry on with your day." Quivered the ghost racing into the Great Hall.
With that done for the time being Angel wrapped Ginny up in a great hug, "If I don't return Ginny. I don't want Umbridge to live if you see her again. Understand? You too, Kendal." Both girls nodded. Smiling down at these two, the Ravenclaw took leave. It was a frigid morning, 50 degrees or less, when the doors to the Entrance Hall opened. Students within 3 meters of the door hugged their bodies for warmth due to some being in regular school attire.
"S-shut the door, Recor." Demanded a 7th year Hufflepuff looking ready to freeze to death in an instant.
Angel bundled up in warm gear, set off for the Courtyard bridge. Off to her left was the bridge leading another section of the school and some teachers were walking over when they noticed their student leaving the grounds, raised an eyebrow but said nothing of it as they hurriedly entered the main school for some much needed start of a day meal.
"Ah, Professor Cilla good morning." Greeted Dumbledore once she sat at the table.
"To you, Albus as well." Snape entered behind some misbehaved Slytherins just after that morning greeting with that trademark scowl on his face.
Angel reached the edge of the bridge only to be stopped by a house-elf in front of her, wide-eyed at her departure.
The girl looked on awkwardly as it just stood there. The odd-looking elf then pleaded with Angel not to do the task.
"Zee doesn't want Ms. Recor to head off on a great adventure. Fearing for your safety I am miss. Zee has heard the rumors, stories, and myths of this Umbridge woman and the Cully of Gangy…" Angel raised a hand to silence the ongoing blabbering house-elf, "Zee they are called the Cult of Gangus, what you said wasn't even close, sorry though I have to do this." Frowned the black spiky haired Ravenclaw female venturing off the step of the bridge and into the unknown flinging her hood on over her head.
Zee's bugged eyes followed the adventurous student until the speck of the form of her journey over the hill.
With a heavy heart, Zee waved despite the girl he served was nowhere to be seen.
"Be safe mistress. Zee couldn't, wouldn't, dare to lose such a kind girl like you. Zee wishes the best of luck to the 'Vengeful Witch of America' come home soon." After that speech, a soft pop followed and the house-elf was gone without a trace
Friday, October 20th, 1993 6:30 AM
"Ginny?" Said a voice from behind the girl at the Gryffindor table. Recognizing the voice the Weasley girl turned around to see none other than her mother standing there with a sad smile on her face.
Ginny's eyes widened, "M-mom? What are doing here? Did I do something wrong?" Molly chuckled shaking her head with an amused sigh, "Sweetheart I am here to give you some pictures, one's from your Diagon Alley date with Harry, knew you'd appreciate having these pictures now that he is gone." Her voice dropping to just above a distant whisper.
Ginny just about responded when a slight twinge of loving thoughts echoed through her bond with Harry. They felt distant and scattered but still there and it confused Ginny, 'Harry?' Trying to test the mind speak they figured could be a part of this bond. No response but a sound like wind coming from an empty space.
Disheartened at this, Ginny tearfully nodded at her mother, "Sure. I'd very much love to look at these pictures I never knew you took of us." Mother and daughter grasped each other in a hug wanting nothing more but to have more love in their lives.
Meanwhile, Wexford Castle of Witchcraft and Wizardry professor Tamil Rancoff sat on his bedroom deck near the edge of schools dorm wing chugging down a cup of tea, "My word that was rich.
Tamil just returned from his trip into England, France, America, Canada, Mexico and Russia looking for peers to help most students having trouble with their spells for next summer. So far the teacher only got approval from about 6 people.
Hermione Granger of England.
Timothy Jenkins and Albert Hans of Canada.
Mario Alderos of Mexico.
Zahn Grout of Russia.
And Ellis Bonaparte of France.
Tamil was outside enjoying the fresh fall air, leaves sprinkled down passed or onto his deck and just as the professor sat up to return to the warmth of the office he used at the school a person just on the horizon exiting the Forbidden Spring, where monstrous creatures native to Ireland presided, caught the older fellows eye suspiciously. It was a boy by looking at the body of the figure having no feminine features and seemed to be missing a leg, the left leg in fact.
Tamil didn't think anything of it thinking it was just a traveler, though the grey wing around the figure's waist did look a tad bit familiar.
The lime color eyed man caressed his chin in thought eyeing the wing, 'Hmm… Odd indeed. And quite unfortunate that only I can see the path from my office. Maybe someone could have helped far sooner.' he thought. The reason he wouldn't help the traveler was due to the aspect of his room. By the time the concerned teacher arrived down there he might be gone.
However, Rancoff still ventured down at a run nearly knocking over his wife, deputy headmistress of the school Penny Rancoff, who looked rather bemused to almost being trampled by her loving husband as he ran from the room in a hurry. Penny opened up the door to the corridor and yelled, "Tamil you better be back up here soon." Tamil turned while running backward, "My sweet that is a definite. I won't be long my love. Something happened to catch my eye during morning tea."
Penny rolled her eyes, "Just be back up here soon honey, please? I hate being left alone without you." The amusement back in her voice.
Penny quietly shut the door whispering, "I'm so glad I fell in love with a man like him. He is so dreamy." Said the blond curling her hands together, looking to the ceiling a sighing heavily.
"You hate being left alone eh? Not a problem. Maybe… I can help you, Mrs. Rancoff." Said a high pitched, annoying chirpy voice from a dark corner in the room.
Mrs. Rancoff spun around, losing her nightgown revealing her only to be in her husband's weekend t-shirt and her plain pink panties, wand drawn.
The intruder chuckled, "My apologies. I should have blasted down the door instead of sneaking in." Penny growled out, "Who are you, lady? Come to take something of mine or the schools?" Said intruder stepped out of the shadows, Umbridge, the woman who most likely killed Harry Potter was standing on the favorite rug of Penny's, a gift from her mother.
Penny was shocked, "Umbridge? What is a monstrous woman like you doing here in my home." Umbridge brought a wrinkled hand to her mouth giggling a muffled giggle, "Monstrous? Like I have heard that one before. No, no, I prefer to be called a determined follower. Monstrous just doesn't fit me." She said placing a hand on her chest for emphasis.
Penny gave a dry chuckle, "Very funny bitch. Fuck you, Dolores. The news of your little attack on Hogwarts hasn't fallen on deaf ears, in fact, I would say I want to kill you more than that poor redhead you left without a boyfriend. Anyone who intentionally harms children for personal gain has me as an enemy." Confessed the deputy headmistress.
Umbridge smirked, "Is that so? Very well. So be it." Shrugged the ex-ministry official. In a blink of an eye, the brown-haired woman had a spell being cast at the unsuspecting female, "AVADA KEDAVRA." However, Penny's reflexes were on point from the dueling club class she teaches, "PROTEGO MAXIMUM." The green spell inflicted damage onto the shield but it remained firmly in place.
Umbridge sneered at the producer of the shield. Rancoff's wife smirked, "You'll have to try harder than that you little fat weasel." It was trick, one that Penny was ready to pull, Umbridge fell for it in a matter of seconds. Dolores whipped out a spell prematurely, "ELIQUIFY." The purple vapor-like spell missed Penny by a mile crashing through the double oak doors to the little ensuite kitchen and into the refrigerator causing a massive bang.
Penny grinned as the rest of the Protego shield created a bubble around her body, "You tricked me." Accused the fat pink suited associate of the death eaters.
Shrugging like a tease she responded, "Maybe so. However, one like you must pay for your crimes." The woman's eyes closed and at the same time drawing in a big breath.
Umbridge tried to step forward but found that she fell forward… Through the air. Weightlessness is was Umbridge was experiencing as the power Penny drew in through one breath caused the vile child hater to float through the air.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?" Cried the brown-haired female with a girly squeal. The green-eyed blond giggled, "I am letting you go for a ride." Still, eyes closed, and a calm air about her.
"I demand you stop this at once. I am warning…" The woman's protests were cut short as she was thrown into a wall, hard, a cracking noise following suite, most likely from her nose.
Umbridge moaned in pain, "Imbecile. I'll get YOOOOUUUUUU…" Cried Umbridge in the unfortunate manner of which she was thrown into the kitchen table, breaking upon impact due to her rather cumbersome weight. Penny snickered while both eyes remained closed and she stuck out her left hand toward the roof of the living room, "Had enough yet fiend?"
Umbridge slowly lifted her head to look into the woman's eyes, "As if I would give in to you…" Penny smirked, "Very well then. Have a nice flight." Dolores' eyes widened as a significant push of magic swept her out the double doors, past the balcony, over the Dining Hall, off the grounds, and off into the early morning distance.
Faintly, Penny could hear a vanishing shout of, "AHHHH I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS…"
Penny chuckled and shrugged before stepping into the ensuite bathroom to change for the upcoming classes today, but before that she needed to inform her beloved husband of the wretched duel that had just occurred in their very room.
And not a moment too soon as he finally came back into the room, exhausted and yet confused, "Why was there a fat woman flying through the sky dear?"
Falling onto her butt, hugging herself, Penny squealed with laughter attempting to say, "It… It… It is a long… S-story. HA HA HA HA."
Friday, October 20th, 1993 8:25 AM
"Have a nice flight"
"AHHHH I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS…"
Nearly two hours later was when the vile woman descended onto the ground outside of Godric's Hollow, recovering from the spell the woman had cast upon her.
Looking around the small, streets covered in leaves, village caused Umbridge to find a building that read, "McTavish Bar and Grub" and it was, of course, a muggle establishment. Lucky for her, she happened to be packing some muggle money around just for the occasion if it were to arise.
When stepping into the bar, Umbridge was immediately assaulted by various different oders of the men of the bar. Each man ranging from jocks, gym rats, bikers, poor hygienic older folk and, of course, covered in dirt local farmers in for a quick pint.
All heads swiveled to the pub entrance, most looked away after seeing the visitor, while most kept eye contact. Some of these men were in awe at what many of them could describe as her 'beauty' and others were just too drunk to realize just how ugly this female specimen was.
"Hiya lady how would you like to join me in bed? I could have my little friend treat you to a good night's rest in no time at all." Shouted a man with a pipe sticking out his mouth.
A muscular man chimed in, "Yeah… My friend down here is also willing…" He then passed out from the 6 beverages that he consumed in the last hour.
Umbridge flinched at the immaturity of these men, 'Muggle men are so immature. Are wizard men like this when drunk?' Thought the on the run criminal. Stomping over to the booth she happened to occupy was an overweight, 50-year-old, dreadlock haired man with tanned skin. Umbridge faked a gentle smile, "May I help you?"
The man grabbed her, and the wand she had neatly hidden in her pocket fell onto the ground and under the seat as she was yanked up by the man and dragged into the upstairs bedroom against her will.
"I don't like you, lady. Time to see what I do to men and women who are new and I dislike." He slurred.
Umbridge used her free hand to punch his arm, which caused him to chuckle, "No use woman. Don't struggle." Said the man slamming his door of the cozy inn.
Umbridge backed against the wall, feedle position, as the man snickered using his belt as a whip just before bringing it down upon her very body.
"This. This is what I do too many who I dislike. A LOT." Little did the man know now that this would be his last offensive bodily harm against a human being as 3 men allied to the victim neared the village at a slow pace, wands were drawn.
Friday, October 20th, 1993 10:40 AM
"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?" That echoed across the snow-crested mountain peaks of the Rocky Mountains, North America. The one who shouted the question was none other than a very confused and angry Angel Recor.
Angel appeared to be in a den of some sort with massive bones scattered around the 70 meters in width and length.
The girl was confused until noticing a small gimmer in the dirt. Walking over to it and digging into the dirt, Angel seemed to find a locket, rusty and grimy but with a picture of a woman, most likely from the early settlements of this area with a little boy. Angel smiled until a small crunch caught her interest.
"AHHHHHHH…" She jumped back after further inspection that it was a human skeleton ribcage that she was stepping on that made the snapping noise.
Noises from a nearby crow startled the girl from her terrifying experience of seeing old skeletons and she looked around before coming to a complete halt at seeing a monstrous footprint, nearly covered after weeks of exposure to the open air.
The Ravenclaws blood ran cold with terror at seeing the massive footprint. Something lived in his den and it was unleashed not too long ago.
"A girl? In a place like this?" Spoke a scratchy voice from on top of the cliff.
Angel spun around to meet an older man with a cane and long white hair, "...Haven't seen anyone here in a long time. Ever since… Why ever since I lost my son to this dreadful place." He said pointing to the small cave apart of the of the den with a skull at the entrance.
The girl shivered, "Yeah… That is comforting." Said Angel backing away from the cave towards the path out of the crater.
A smile crossed the older gentleman's face, "Yes, yes. Come. Come. We don't want you being killed by the dangerous monster wandering these here parts of the mountains. Many animals were led astray into its clutches." Explained the older gentlemen clearly saddened at being near here.
Angel was about to respond when the ground could be felt shaking just a little.
Out from a mountain passage just at the base of the den came the beast that the actions of Morugo released. It was the Wollo Sabertooth Tiger. It didn't notice the duo at all due to the two of them running for cover.
The older man grabbed a piece of paper from within his coat pocket and brought it over his heart.
Angel smiled sweetly then ran off after giving the old man a hug for saving her.
As Angel neared a small town that is where she apparated away.
Friday, October 20th, 1993 1:35 PM
The young girl happened to apparate right into a crater in the midst of a booming thunderstorm in the middle of a small, dark and rocky island when suddenly cut through the air nearly missing her ear by 2 inches.
Spinning around in time to scream, "PROTEGO MAXIMA." As another green flash came from within the mist.
The figure in the mist seemed to be throwing his or her arms around in anger and stopping a foot on the ground and when the figure lifted their wand hand again, Angel saw her chance, "Expelliarmus," and a wand with a rounded curve at the end soared into her wet hand. It had a name crested on the side labeled 'Dolores Jane Umbridge' and Angel smirked cockily.
"Come on out Umbridge and I won't kill you." Which was a lie but then Umbridge revealed herself with a deep frown, "Pesky child." She said before growling out, "I have heard you were trying to find me for what I did to Potter. However, you were very foolish for attempting to find me." That deep frown formed into a sinister smirk, "POWELL." She yelled and a massive green shockwave started coming at Angel from her right and before it would inevitably kill her the teen apparated away.
A noticeable vein appeared on the angered woman's face. Umbridge curled her fists before taking a step forward, back arched screaming, "DAMN YOU GIRLLLLLLLLL…"
Friday, October 20th, 1993 3:10 PM
Here she was, alone and shocked. Her last-minute apparition was unplanned and yet she still ended up in a rather funky location suited for her needs.
"Well. Wherever I am. I think I ended up in a horror show." She said while standing in front of remains of a grim reaper statue in the midst of a spooky graveyard with the name engraved in the stone, "Tom Riddle." It rolled off her tongue with ease and without fear, eyes searching for something else out of the ordinary when she heard a shrill cry.
"WAAAAA… INTRUDER." Cried an odd scratchy voice from somewhere nearby. Suddenly, hissing became known as a snake leaped from the shadows of the grim statue in which Angel dodged with ease, "NAGINI. KILL. KILL." Came the freakish voice and again the snack struck out with a vengeance nearly missing Angel's left wrist, her wand hand.
The dark green Reticulated Python hissed in anger up at the teen, wand pointed at it as the reptile known as Nagini bared his or her fangs.
Angel heard chuckling from behind, left, right, in front and practically all around her. She grew increasingly worried as men in skull masks and pointy-headed cloaks appeared from behind the gravestones.
"She is to die." Cried the shrill voice that seemed to be coming from the arms of a man looking hungrily with blood lust at her, tongue flicking out every single second like a snake.
Angel took a stance pointing at the small bundle in the man's arms, "You dare point that wand at our master?" Hissed the man in possession of the baby-like thing and then when it turned its head was when Angel let out a stifled sob. It. Was. Him.
"Kill her… Your master commands you to kill her…" Shrieked the scratchy voice.
"Voldemort." Angel breathed out in a near whisper that nearly every cloaked figure caught while causing an uproar, "YOU DARE SAY THAT NAME? LOWLIFES LIKE YOU SHALL NEVER UTTER HIS NAME." Angel smirked. Flicking her wand at the guy a white spell sped right into the man sending him back against a broken gravestone that seemed to have been there since 1604 due to the date visible.
"Yes, it is I, child. The vile, conniving, malicious, feared, deadly and most dangerous wizard in wizarding history, reduced to this child form. All thanks to the child Potter…" Angel frowned deeply at hearing this revelation. Harry's fame wasn't supposed to be due to the dark lord never being snuffed out entirely.
Angel looked down with a frown thinking of a way out to warn the ministry. Voldemort chuckled, "Child are you torn knowing your… Savior… Never killed me?" Angel looked into the soulless eyes, bared and tightened her teeth and fists declaring to the assembled murderers, "News flash. I never really cared for Harry's fame anyway."
A man with long white hair leaking through the sides of the skull mask just in front of her growled, "Ah that is a lie girl and you know it. Every girl your age wishes to be with the eek, Chosen One." The astute Ravenclaw actually gave the speaker a light-hearted smile, "Oh, hello Lucius Malfoy. Enjoying your undeserved freedom from Azkaban?" Hands on her hips which was very unlike the Ravenclaw girl's usual way of sass.
Lucius' eyes widened in admiration, "Impressive learning skills, Ms. Recor, was it? You've only heard my voice once in your life and just by hearing it here you put it all together." The man's mask sinking into the toe height mud as the Malfoy patriarch took it off.
Angel giggled, "Wow you are beat. You need to sleep you overweight, dark-rimmed eyed, ugly brute." The taunt nearly took the Death Eater into a blind rage, "You insolent pest. You talk too much..."
The girl grinned with the addition of a feminine pose. Hands on her hips, a leg behind and in front of her, body leaned to the left adorning a cocky smirk, "Oh well, I try."
Voldemort cried out, arms flaying madly, "KILL THE GIRL LUCIUS."
Malfoy cackled, "AVADA KEDAVRA." Angel mocked the spell by spinning around it, "That's the best you can do Mr. Malfoy?" Said Angel crossing her arms over her chest.
Curious, the long white-haired fiend spoke to the girl, a smirk across the pale skin of the man, "I am wondering dear girl. What are you doing wandering far away from the… Safety… Of Hogwarts?"
Angel rolled her eyes knowing why the man emphasized the word safety as it really isn't the safest place to live during the school years.
Angel poised herself into a fighting stance, one arm stretching further holding her wand, while the other curled near her chest, hand in a fist, "I am hunting." Simply put, "Hunting for a woman who took someone from my own and my friend's lives, and has made many saddened and she should pay. I found her earlier, but deserve a proper duel instead of an ambush." Lucius truly had no idea about who the girl was referring to.
The death eater reiterated just to make sure that he was following along, "Let me get this straight. You are after a woman who took someone from you and your friend's lives, correct? Just who is this woman if you don't mind my curiosity." Face morphed into a frown.
Just the fact that the Azkaban jail-breaker was denying what she was saying made the Ravenclaw girls blood boil just enough for the pitch of her voice to be raised, noted by Voldemort, as well as a few others, "You know who exactly I am talking about, don't you, death eater scum. I swear when I find her again I shall rip that pink suited fatso a new one for even messing with the students of Hogwarts. I am Angel Recor and you will not stand in my way… Lucius Malfoy."
Ending the dumb card, Malfoy senior grinned, "Ah… You are looking for Dolores Umbridge I see. I daresay girl that our ridder of Potter isn't here at the moment." Snidely smirking at the girl who just so happened to intrude on their hideout.
That name, just the very name, caused the shimmer of rage to boil over within the girl's eyes, "Perhaps so. You do know where she is don't you?" Lucius shrugged, "Depends." He said pointing to the manor, "Could be in the manor, Hawaii, New York, London, New Zealand. She travels a lot and I mean a lot. Expected at the most due to the literal sense that she is being hunted by all the Potter lovers out there." Angel clenched her fists tightly, teeth bared in a way that sent a shiver down the infant-sized dark lords deformed spine.
"I. Will. Avenge. Harry. Potters. Death." Just as she was about to cast the first spell of the duel, Voldemort interrupted with a high pitched laughter that caused even his loyal followers to freeze in fear.
Angel turned to the ugly figure clutched tightly in the cloaked arms of one of the subjects of his, "Potter is not as dead you fighters of the light think he is." The black-haired girl raised an eyebrow at that assumption, "What do you mean?"
His soulless eyes stared into the determined, unmoving eyes of the enemy, "...Potter and I share… A complex connection. If he were to die I would feel it and be rejoicing, as would many others, Umbridge laying on the ground decaying from a quick flick of a wrist."
The group gasped loudly when declared by their dark lord, "Harry Potter is very much… ALIVE."
Angel's eyes widened with a sharp intake of air while slapping a hand over her mouth, "W-WHAT?"
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 54
ON THE NEXT CHAPTER OF HARRY POTTER THE JOURNEY TO HOGWARTS: Angel has stumbled upon the hideout of the death eaters along with a thought to be dead, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Will the young teenager make it out alive or will she be the dark lords next victim in his conquest for world domination? Find out when Angel returns in her duel with Lucius Malfoy in Chapter 54. Stay tuned wizards and witches…
RENAMED: NEXT: Stay tuned for the arc finale: Chapter 54: A Looming Shadow: Angel vs Lucius Malfoy.
AFTER: Stay tuned for the arc primer: Chapter 55: A Feeling in the Bond.
LATER: Stay tuned for Chapter 56: Rise of the Ancients of the Caribbean: Part 1
NEXT CHAPTER PREVIEW:
"LUCIUS I DEMAND YOU TO MURDER THIS GIRL. IF SHE IS TOO ESCAPE. MY SURVIVAL WILL BECOME APPARENT TO THAT OF THE MINISTRY AND DUMBLEDORE. I ORDER YOU. KILL HER. RIGHT THIS INSTANT. ESCAPE FOR MISS. RECOR ISN'T AN OPTION I AM WILLING TO ALLOW..."
Uh oh. How will Angel make it out of this situation? Will Angel fall by the hands of some dirty old Death Eaters? The first casualty of the coming 2nd Wizarding War? Stay tuned for Chapter 54
Stay tuned for chapter 54
