Even Angels Make Mistakes!
Chapter 7
By bunny chan & Ginny :)
This is the last chapter ::sob sob::
Since people asked, me [Ginny :)] and bunny chan meet up online [MSN or AIM... if anyone wants to chat to me, my AIM is Trillion86!], write a story- plan, and decide who writes what parts... I then write the first quarter or so, send it to bunny chan, who then continues and send it back to me... and so on... then I beta it and make sure it all fits together and stuff, and post it! Actually, it's more complicated then that, involving everything from bunny chan's computer crashing to me being forced to go to Art Galleries halfway through a conversation and losing plot- plans all over the place. It's amazing how anything ever gets done, but still...
The next story is MWPP/ L ... and features some far stranger new characters... so make sure to check out 'Earth=98.5% Harmless'.
Right... J. K Rowling owns Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Lily, James, Voldemort, The Death Eaters, and anyone we forgot. I don't know who owns The Exorcist [although I would recommend it if you like a laugh], George Lucas owns Star Wars. I'm not even going to try and get into a debate about who owns Heaven, Apollo, etc. Goodness knows who owns Mary Sue. You Know Who definitely does not really own BHS, I don't know who does, but they're unlikely to sue me anyway. We own Melissa, Clover, Henny, and this fic.
Enjoy this, the last part [::sob::] of Even Angels Make Mistakes!
~ bunny chan & Ginny :) ~
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Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the chariot stopped rocking, diving and generally zooming around all over the place.
"Right," James twiddled a knob, trying to look like he knew what he was doing, as he turned to his companions, "That's sorted. I think we'll do a lot better if everyone stops trying to help!"
Hermione, who had been terrified a moment before, opened her eyes. The fluffy edge of Heaven loomed ahead. "Look out! Look out!!! We're heading the wrong way!!!"
"What?!" James spun back to the controls, desperately wishing that he knew which buttons to press. As the others realised their apparent fate, all was chaos.
"James Potter, you utter imbecile!" Lily shrieked.
"Dad!"
"Well, sorry! These things are impossible to steer! I didn't mean to!"
"Bloody Hell, I knew you lot were useless, how did I get roped into this--?"
"I'm going to throw up..." Ron squeezed his eyes shut and turned green.
"Push that button there, the blue one!" Hermione ordered.
"Don't tell me what to do, Miss Granger! I am perfectly capable!"
"If we crash into Heaven, will we die?" There was a moments' silence. Then;
"Oh, thankyou for that, Neville! Really reassuring!"
"Sorry!"
"If you die, boyo, it is totally not my fault! If you are friggin' stupid enough to be here--"
"James!!!! For God's sake do something!!!!"
The jumbled voices became a collective yell, as the Chariot hurtled towards Heaven full- tilt. The wind screamed and the sky roared past them and then...
Poof!
The chariot smacked into a cloud that had once upon a time been the shape of an ornamental tree, and fell to the ground, where causing a cloud of... well, cloud. They lay there for a moment.
"Erm... sorry..." Came James' voice from somewhere at the front.
"Is everyone all right?" Lily asked, pulling herself painfully to her feet. There was a tinkle of broken chariot. One of the wheels had fallen off, and was spinning gently a little way away.
"Ow... my head..." Neville moaned, massaging an impressive bruise above his left eye.
"I've been sick," Ron informed the world in general.
"Ewwwww! Gross gross gross!" Melissa hauled herself up and away from him, neglecting her duty as Guardian Angel by totally ignoring Neville, and brushing herself down bad temperdly, "God! If these were my clothes I would be so pissed off!"
Ron, looking pale, tottered to his feet, followed by Hermione, who helped Neville up, giving Melissa a disapproving look. Melissa replied to it with raised eyebrows.
"Right..." Lily considered her companions, "James... Neville... Hermione... Ron... Melissa... Me... that's 6..." she paused, as if doing a double take, and cast her worried green eyes around once more, "Where's Harry?!"
"He was next to me," said Ron, still very pasty faced, "But, er... he isn't now."
"What?!" Lily began to push through the wreckage of Apollo's Chariot, helped by her husband, "He's got to be here! Harry?! Harry, where are you?!"
There was no sign of him. Lily and James' faces were the colour of ash, as they searched frantically for their missing son.
"We have to think logically about this!" Hermione informed them, her voice holding a rising note of panic, "He has to be somewhere!"
"Maybe one or other of the local Angels have seen him?" Neville suggested, scanning Heaven's horizon, "Come to that..." he paused, thoughtfully, "Where are all the Angels?"
There were none. Everyone exchanged worried glances, except Melissa, who had found a sugar tree on which bananas were growing. She was devouring the bananas one by one, with every sign of unconcerned enjoyment.
"Oh, God..." Lily moaned, "I shouldn't have done this... I shouldn't have let--" but she never finished her sentence. The lone sound of Lily's desperate voice travelled over the cloudy wastes of Heaven, it was joined by another sound. Louder. Deeper. With an Edge. It made their air vibrate and the stomachs of the listeners shrink and writhe. The sound of mad laughter.
There was the sound of the sharp intake of breath, as, without warning, the sky seemed to darken, striped with blood red. The clouds around them turned almost black. Lily stopped rambling completely, as several ominous dark figures rose, startlingly silhouetted against the deathly sky.
There were about five figures, all tall except one, and as they grew closer, they became ever clearer. Whoever this was, Melissa thought, they liked style. She was vaguely impressed, although she felt that anyone would could laugh quite that madly, was probably several fruitcakes, half a dozen jam sandwiches, a packet of biscuits and a large colony of ants short of a picnic. Horror was frozen in the faces of each of her companions.
The men were now close enough to see clearly. The one who was laughing, who was tall and lean, with red skin, blood-shot eyes and no nose, was only a few feet away now, flanked by his cronies. How could you be frightened of someone like that? He'd definitely gone over-board with the red make- up Melissa thought blankly.
"It's You Know Who!" Lily's voice wavered. Tense fear lay every muscle of the beholders. Even Melissa had sense enough to know that this was Bad, even if the bloke did look funny. Mind you, Melissa had found 'The Exorcist' funny. It would make her day if You Know Who's head could spin around, like in that film...
"What... what do you want?" James' voice sounded thin and unimportant compared to the mad laughter which now died away, "Where's Harry?"
You Know Who smiled viciously, ignoring James, first turning to Lily, "Afraid to speak my name?" he hissed, his mouth full of rotting teeth, "Afraid to speak the name of Lord Voldemort?!" And he laughed again.
"I can say your name! I just... I just don't choose to!" Lily tried to keep her voice from shaking, "I just don't... for, for the sake of Melissa here!"
Melissa gave her a suspicious look, "How c-- Ow!"
"Indeed? Hah!" More mad laughter. It was beginning to get irritating.
"What have you done with my son?" James repeated, a little more loudly then before. Melissa could hear the hit and miss of Neville's breathing beside her.
"Don't you worry, Mister Potter. I haven't hurt him... not yet, anyway. I think I would like some enjoyment out of this while I still can."
"Where is he?" James demanded, "Give him back to us!"
"He is... over there..." with a wave of the Dark Lord's bony hand, a flash of light lit up the space behind the watchers. About 50 feet away, lying still on the ground, was Harry. He tried to pull himself to his feet, but failed and fell back to the floor, letting out a cry.
Melissa, who was getting irritated now, spoke up, "Oh this is stupid!" This was evidently an approach that Voldemort was not used to. He and his cronies turned to stare at her, "I mean," Melissa continued, aware that she had already died and so had nothing to be afraid of, "You think he's going to give Harry back to you, just because you tell him to?! We're going to win anyway, because we're the Good Guys. Do you not watch TV?! Anyway, you have bad grammar. It should be You Know Whom."
"Um--"
Melissa turned back to the others, "What's he gonna do, anyway? He can't kill us! We're already dead!" confidently, Melissa plucked a sweet banana from the tree near to her, just to prove that she couldn't care less about anything. Everything was hunky-dory. Voldemort continued to stare at her, his red eyes now slits of fury.
"He can still kill Harry! Or Ron or Hermione or Neville!" James objected.
"Ah." Melissa saw the flaw in the not-so-brilliant plan.
"And he can still hurt us, you idiot! Two of the Unforgivable Curses will still work on us!"
"Ah."
As one, they all turned, and ran for it.
"Wait! What about Harry?" Lily said after a while.
"What about him?" Ron asked, "I think Melissa's right; he always escapes unharmed."
"Like I said, don't you watch TV?" Melissa said irritably to Lily.
"Don't leave me!!!" Harry's wail rang through the air from near by. Hermione glared.
"We're not filming a television show!" Hermione said. "We'd better save him before he dies waiting to work super-miracles."
"There's a whole load of yummy bananas there..." Melissa said dreamily, losing concentration again. James shuddered.
"Do you eat absolutely anything?" he asked. "I mean, surely..."
"It's DETOUR, you morons, DETOUR!!! MY SON IS IN DANGER!!!!" Lily yelled, pulling James's right ear painfully towards the direction they ran from. She could feel another exclamation mark coming on any moment now.
"Ow, ow, ow..."
Just then, the identical evil laughter of screeching vultures was heard, though there are barely any vultures in Heaven to be terrorised by Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
"MWAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Voldemort's evil laughter was heard echoing the gardens of Heaven. Now, he was definitely using too many exclamation marks...
"I wonder why You-Know-Who came to Heaven," Neville said nervously. "I mean, God must be stronger than him, right? And why come to Heaven?"
"You Know Who, You Know Who hell, that's all you people ever say! Don't you bloody well know that if Clover Evans is around, she'll have him in a snap?" Melissa scowled.
"Harry!!! My darling baby!!!" Lily cried, ignoring Voldemort's cries of mad laughter. Harry, who was still on the clouds, groaned.
"Mum, I'm a teenager now," he yelled. He paused, then realising that he was still in need of assistance of magic, "HELP!!!!!!"
"MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!!!! YOU SHALL ALL SUFFER!!!!"
"Aren't we already?" Ron said quizzically to Hermione.
"Shut up," Hermione hissed. "It's amazing how bad guys and villains can come to Heaven, come to think of it! I guess you don't have to be sinless to come here!"
"Mel's a beautiful example," Neville offered. His Guardian Angel was now lavishing bananas on the banana tree again, throwing the skins carelessly. Lily narrowed her eyes.
"NO LITTERING IN HEAVEN!!!" she screeched.
"Sheesh, you sound like your bloody twin sister," Melissa said, gobbling up more and more bananas at a go. Lily decided to ignore her. After all, Melissa Johnns had long ago made her way to Lily's hall of madness.
"Harry, mummy's coming!" Lily called to her son, "Hold on! I love you, baby!"
"Mum! HELP!!!"
"MWAHAHHAAHAHAAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!! Dream on, little girl!!!!!" Voldemort cackled. Lily ran towards Harry, intending to free him.
"Hey, you need a wand, Lily," James called to his wife. Lily, realising her mistake, ran back to Hermione, snatched her wand from her, and ran back towards her son.
Voldemort ran after her, raising his wand.
Everyone gasped.
Melissa was still eating bananas gleefully, still convinced that "good guys always win in books and TVs", and since there were no obvious beautiful heroines around to die, it looked as though there was no danger. She was fairly sure that the lines, 'Harry, I am your father' wouldn't crop up. At least, not from Voldemort.
It was a tense moment.
Voldemort ran after Lily, making long strides with his surprisingly short and skinny legs. Melissa found it very comical as Voldemort was practically jumping. She began laughing hysterically, the disgusting half-chewed banana remains in her mouth.
Voldemort shot a resentful glare at her, hissing under his breath. Unbeknownst to him, he was at the restricted area of "Banana Skin Territory of Melissa Daphne Johnns".
Lily was halfway freeing Harry. Everyone gasped, as Voldemort came closer towards them.
Closer
Closer
Closer
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!" Voldemort yelled, stepping on one of the stray skin of Melissa's eaten bananas, and toppled to the floor. A resounding crack was heard from Voldemort. Melissa burst into peals of laughter. James and Ron roared gleefully, Hermione giggled, Neville rolled over, Harry (now freed) was laughing helplessly. Lily was busy picking herself up, and fussing over her 'darling baby boy'.
Voldemort lay unconscious on the floor.
"HA HA HA HA HA!" James, Harry, Neville, Ron and Melissa roared, Lily still clucking round like a mother hen. Voldemort's accomplices exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. One topic that had obviously not been covered at Death Eater meetings, had been how to react to the Dark Lord knocking himself unconscious by falling over a banana skin. They turned-- and ran.
There came a cheer as the last of the Death Eaters disappeared from view.
"Wow!" Neville looked impressed, "We defeated You Know Who!"
"Cool!"
"See, I told you. I said we'd win--"
"Yeah yeah yeah... go us!"
"Oh, Harry, baby, my duck, are you all right?"
"Urgh... yes, mum..."
"One thing," Ron interrupted, "is, how are we going to get back to Hogwarts?" Everyone stared over in the direction of Apollo's Chariot. It was, very definitely, unflyable. It was in pieces, smashed and twisted on the ground. James, however, grinned.
"Hey, you don't think I honestly didn't think of that before, do you?"
"What?" Ron frowned, "I don't get what you mean..."
James grinned even more broadly, "Look over there, then."
As they watched, rising over the horizon, was another chariot. It was large, white, and what's more, someone was driving it. As it came closer, it became evident that that someone was Clover Evans.
"It's Clover!" cried Lily, apparently delighted, but then she frowned, "Couldn't you have got someone else, James? I mean, you know what she's like..."
"Too true," Melissa, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping, chipped in, "She should be locked up for child abuse. She hit me with her harp! And you know what?! It friggin' hurt! I've still got the effing bruise!"
James sighed, "I knew this would happen. Look, you can come with Clover and the rest of us, or you can stay here."
"James Potter, you really--"
The chariot had landed next to them, and Clover sat there watching, in sour faced silence.
"Right, come on then you lot," James continued, "Ron, you can sit there, Neville, stop doing that. Hermione, help Harry up, there's a lass..."
"No, wait!" Lily cried, "I'm coming!" She pulled herself over the side, followed closely by Melissa, who decided not to say anything, but gave Clover a look of intense dislike as she 'accidentally' scratched the paintwork on the side of the chariot with her shoe.
"I honestly don't know why I'm agreeing to this," Clover informed them dryly, once they were all settled, "But I suppose I couldn't leave you cluttering up Heaven. I mean, look what you've done to it."
They looked. Sugared banana skins, trodden down sweet- rose bushes, wreckage of chariots, and the remains of a tree or two rather spoilt the usually carefully mentioned fluffy landscape of Heaven. The unconscious body of the Dark Lord didn't do a lot for it, either.
"Yes, yes, very nice," said James hastily, "Save us the lecture and get us back to Hogwarts, would you?"
"Charming," Clover snapped, as the chariot shot up into the darkening sky, "Absolutely charming."
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Silence hung heavy over the desolated landscape of Heaven. Not a thing stirred. The wind failed to move the branches of the trees, but only because most of the said trees were no longer standing. The Dark Lord opened his eyes, and pulled himself to his feet. Oh, god... how incredibly embarrassing!
And being accidentally knocked unconscious by an inept 14 year old Angel, whose name wasn't even Mary Sue wasn't the worst thing... the worst thing, was what would happen when they got back to Earth. When they got back to Earth, and told Uncle Albus about everything. It was well- known that Albus Dumbledore was the only wizard that Lord Voldemort had ever been afraid of. For years, Voldemort had lived in fear of his Uncle. He knew, that when his mother--Dumbledore's sister--had passed on, she had left certain embarrassments to her brother, in the shape of... baby photos.
If Dumbledore found out that his nephew had been causing trouble again, he would surely spread the photos all round Hogwarts, and onto the rest of the wizarding world. He, The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, You Know Who, Tom Marvolo Riddle, would become a laughing stock!
There was, in Voldemort's opinion, nothing worse then a certain picture, showing a three year old Tom Riddle, wearing a blue sailor suit, a white straw hat perches jauntily on his black curls, his bewitchingly blue eyes turned angelically to the camera, in an attitude of sickly sweetness.
What made it worse, was that a charm had been put on the photos. They were indestructible. He might as well give up his career of Lord Of The Universe right now. Show his face ever again, and he'd be laughed at, surely.
Voldemort pulled himself dejectedly to his feet, and shambled off, never to be seen again, until he became marketing manager of a British chainstore, called BHS. And that, children, is why BHS never, ever has any bananas in stock. At all.
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"Thanks a lot, Clover! I'll see ya sometime when I go back to Heaven!" James called out to his wife's sister. The Angel scowled in reply.
"I'd rather you not come back at all," she said.
"Angels don't talk that way," Lily chided her sister. "You idiot, you should be more polite!" Melissa, over-hearing these words, let out an annoying cackle.
"Oh yeah? Speak for yourself, sister!" Clover snapped. "You brought this group to Heaven and now us Angels up there have to do a great clean-up now. You ought to repair all my trodden bushes of roses, you know!" Lily made a face and ignored her. Hermione let out a gasp.
"I just realised something!" she said. "We're back on Earth... and we can still see Harry's mother and aunt!"
Ron snorted. "Well yeah, why not? "
"They're Angels! And we couldn't see them before!" Neville tapped her shoulder.
"Erm, you forgot that I could," he said.
"Yes, yes, but we can now see Lily Potter and Clover Evans!" Hermione said impatiently. "Don't you get what this means?" The three wizards exchanged glances.
"We, um, are dead?" Harry suggested finally.
"No, you silly! We've been to Heaven while we're still alive, so... we must have picked up the Gift!! That Gift to see Angels!!! Oh, I'll have so much to ask... The history of the sun, the Earth, the planets..." Hermione rambled on about the secrets of the universe.
Ron turned to Harry. "She's right. We CAN see Angels now. Would that be a good thing, do you think?"
"Well I--"
"Good? That'll be bad! I mean, look what Mel did to me." Neville cried.
"She saved us." Ron protested. Neville paused.
"Um right. Guess she's not that bad after all." Melissa glared at him.
"What d'you mean? I'm a flippin'great Guardian Angel to save you from that bloody Lord guy!" she yelled. "You know you ought to be more gratified with that!" Neville fell silent. Melissa went on, "After that bloody Hell of a time you guys had, ignoring my brilliant theory of 'Good Guys Always Win' and all, I deserve some gratitude! And I--"
"Okay, okay! I'm thankful!" Neville said helplessly. "To show you this, er, how about we be friends?"
"Oh, so you want to be my bloody friend now that I'd saved your pitiful world--"
"Will you or will you not?" Neville said impatiently.
"Fine. FINE! I will!" She paused, "... You're not that bad, either," Melissa added, rather pompously. "I mean, no-one could put up with me for that long time without getting themselves near Hell. Also, you DID help. In a way. I did most of the dirty work, though."
"If I'm not wrong, we're having potions now," Hermione said, looking at her watch, "And we've missed half the lesson..."
"I think Severus isn't going to love me if I come in late," James said intelligently. "Neither you any more. And now that you can see us, you should make use of your communication, ah, skills to get some ghosts to transport you there."
"Dad, we're mortals," Harry said.
"Wizards. Harry, it's WIZARDS. Not Muggles."
"I said MORTALS. And we can't pass through walls."
"You could try."
"No, we shouldn't."
"Leave that to me," Melissa said confidently. "I know a great way."
"As a friend, you are taking the role pretty fast," Neville said in surprise. After all, Melissa was usually the type to leave things till the very last minute. His Guardian Angel snarled at him. "Then again, maybe not," he added timidly.
"Clover, you'd better give me back my things," Melissa said to the angel in the chariot. "I mean, I bought them at a great cost! Do you know how much that Gucci top was?!"
"I'll minus 500 points from your demerit if I weren't ordered to award you 100 000 for protecting Harry Potter."
Melissa grinned happily at this news.
"No-one's allowed to minus your demerits for a week," Clover continued, sulkily handing over a leather jacket, a pair of hoop earrings, a short skimpy skirt and her white top.
Melissa laughed cruelly at Clover's predicament. That way, she, Melissa Daphne Johnns, would bump off the entire Angel population in just a week. Not that she had worried over those measly demerits anyway, but not being allowed to minus points meant no bashings on head with harps and yells and so on. Hahahahaha.
"We need to get back to class," Lily said urgently.
"'We'?" James said. "Are you still in school?"
"No, but my son is. Hurry up, Harry, precious!"
"Oh yeah. Potions," Melissa said in remembrance. "C'mon people. I have some serious stuff to settle with that teacher."
"Why must we follow her?" Hermione groaned.
"Lily! Make sure that rodent of a girl doesn't cause anymore trouble!" Clover called.
~*~
The group reached potions after thirty minutes. Professor Snape looked as if someone had fried an egg on his oily hair and his face was purple in colour. This was normal.
James, noticing that Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville were too busy being scared to face the Potions Master, decided to greet his arch-enemy first.
"Severus! It's simply a dah-ling to see you again!" James said, grinning broadly in his pearly white form.
"Move away, Potter. Potter, Granger, Weasley, Longbottom, detention and forty points from Gryffindor," Professor Snape snapped.
"Why Severus! I've completed school! I even have a certificate to prove it!" James said in an astonished tone of mockery. Neville felt like laughing.
"Mister, you listen up here! We'd just saved this bleedin' friggin' world from some monster you're afraid of. Put off your post and just let someone else get it! I mean, you couldn't even teach Chemistry, and I bet that you hardly even know that you can breathe on the moon!" Melissa yelled, pushing the Professor's head sharply.
"You can't!" Muttered Hermione.
"I can."
"Ah."
And since angels have the power to move items and heads, Professor Snape's neck went crack.
"Oops."
"Violent, aren't you?" Hermione said.
"Who pushed me?" Professor Snape yelled. His class froze in their mid-boiling. No one answered. Deciding to ignore all this rubbish, he hissed to the newcomers, "Start boiling your potions. NOW."
The four hurriedly scrambled to the tables, leaving James to begin playing Footsies with his old enemy. Thankfully for their ability to talk to Angels, they managed to get a scrape of what they're suppose to do from one Henny the Angel.
"all right, one drop of bat stings," Neville mumbled. Melissa was inspecting a curiously yellow-purple liquid when Neville was speaking. In act of rash and thought of crime-caught, Melissa squirted the whole tube of the liquid into the black cauldron. Neville had hardly noticed a thing. Playing innocent, Melissa threw the tube away and pretended to inspect the Potions book.
"Neville, have you any idea that your potion's bearing resemblance to, um, a monster?" Harry, Neville's potions partner of the moment, said uneasily. Neville turned around.
"AAAAAH!" he and the half of the class yelled out, when a grey-green slug-look-alike emerged from Neville's cauldron. "MELISSA!" Neville yelled. Everyone stared at him blankly. Even Snape froze in his steps.
"What?" Melissa said innocently. Too innocently.
"What did you throw into my potion? Admit it!"
"Who are you talking to, boy?" Snapped Snape. Neille ignored him.
Sheepishly, Melissa produced the empty tube she had thrown. On the label was written "Monster Bubbling Medicine: Concoct It Specially For Enemies."
"CAN'T YOU LEAVE MY THINGS ALONE?" Neville cried in exasperation, drawing everyone's attention and freezing everyone's activity. Even Snape stared at him in surprise. Longbottom never yell nor cry nor say anything so boldly.
"Yes! I mean no! I mean I was just curious!"
"ARGH!! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!"
"YOU STARTED FLIPPING- WELL YELLING!"
"YOU'RE A DEAD USLESS GUARDIAN ANGEL!" Neville nearly yelled.
"You're a bloody piece of flesh," Melissa informed him dryly.
"Freaking lousy Angel!" This drew amused glances from the Slytherin house.
"Bone bag with a life not worth living for."
"WE'RE OFF!"
"FINE! You're some lousy client, too!"
Harry stared helplessly at his mother. Lily just sighed.
Melissa and Neville continued to hurl abuse at each other. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lily and James grinned slightly at each other. Neville and Melissa would never admit to being friends... but they made the perfect pair of enemies you could ever wish to meet.
THE END
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