A/N: Hiya, Lady Potter here! This is my first Harry Potter fic, and I hope you like it! It's about an angel sent by God to help Harry through his terrifying trials and near-death experiences of his fourth year. It's also a H/G fic...I couldn't help it! Harry and Ginny are SO meant to be!
Read it and review please, but PLEASE no bad flames...This is my first HP fic...^_^ If you haven't read the fourth book, I suggest you do before you read this!! *giggle*
Oh yeah! None of the characters belong to me except for Tara. Everyone else is copyright J.K. Rowling.
Without further ado...the first chapter of 'Angel, Angel.'
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Chapter One ~~ The Angel's Dream
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Darkness. A small human figure sat by the window, staring out into the cool, pleasant night. His brilliant green eyes were thoughtful behind black-rimmed glasses, his hair a bit untidy, black as a raven's feathers. This was Harry Potter, the famous boy wizard who had defeated the most feared sorcerer of all time: Lord Voldemort.
Harry had been thinking of a lot of things lately. Who is he? Why is he here? What is his purpose in life? Why, in the name of heaven, did he lose everything when he was only a year old? These were only a few of the questions whirling inside his fourth-year brain. He did not know why God had sent him through all this misery and pain, and he wanted to know His exact reasons.
Harry sighed. "Why...why, why, why..." he said softly, as to not wake Ron, Seamus, Dean, or Neville. "Why does everything happen to me? Can't it have happened to somebody else?" He saw no point in staying up brooding. He slipped into his four-poster, and drew the hangings around him. He set his glasses on the bedside table. His last comforting thought was that he had friends that could help him through anything...
As soon as he had drifted into sleep, a small ball of light floated out from under his bed. It hovered about three feet in the air, and began to morph into a human shape. It stretched to form a slender body with the perfect curves of a sixteen-year-old girl.
She was very pretty indeed, with long, dark chocolate hair and brilliantly blue eyes. She wore a long white dress, the sleeves flared out, off the shoulder. A cross made of the purest diamonds rested against her chest, secured on by a long silver chain. She seemed to be outlined in a soft white light.
The girl smiled at the slumbering form of Harry through his hangings. "Well, so you're my assignment!" she said quietly. "May your dreams be peaceful, Harry Potter. I'll be here...and so will God." She paused, then smiled even more broadly. "May you now know that an angel is watching over you..." she rose a foot into the air, and glided over to Harry's bedside. She reached toward his forehead, and her graceful hand passed right through the hangings, to touch his skin. "Dream, young Potter, dream..."
Harry found himself floating peacefully in a white void. He suddenly heard something...He asked, "Where am I? Who...?"
"I am an angel." A voice said. It was pretty, female.
"An angel? Like...a guardian angel?" asked Harry.
"Yes. I am watching over you, Harry. You will be sent through trials this year, but I will never leave you." The angel said.
"Trials?!" moaned Harry. "Haven't I had enough of those?"
"I'm afraid not." The angel replied, a hint of sympathy in her voice. "God has seen how you have survived, and knows you are a special boy. I must not tell you more, for you will find out everything at the right time. When you are in need to know, you will know..."
Read it and review please, but PLEASE no bad flames...This is my first HP fic...^_^ If you haven't read the fourth book, I suggest you do before you read this!! *giggle*
Oh yeah! None of the characters belong to me except for Tara. Everyone else is copyright J.K. Rowling.
Without further ado...the first chapter of 'Angel, Angel.'
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Chapter One ~~ The Angel's Dream
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Darkness. A small human figure sat by the window, staring out into the cool, pleasant night. His brilliant green eyes were thoughtful behind black-rimmed glasses, his hair a bit untidy, black as a raven's feathers. This was Harry Potter, the famous boy wizard who had defeated the most feared sorcerer of all time: Lord Voldemort.
Harry had been thinking of a lot of things lately. Who is he? Why is he here? What is his purpose in life? Why, in the name of heaven, did he lose everything when he was only a year old? These were only a few of the questions whirling inside his fourth-year brain. He did not know why God had sent him through all this misery and pain, and he wanted to know His exact reasons.
Harry sighed. "Why...why, why, why..." he said softly, as to not wake Ron, Seamus, Dean, or Neville. "Why does everything happen to me? Can't it have happened to somebody else?" He saw no point in staying up brooding. He slipped into his four-poster, and drew the hangings around him. He set his glasses on the bedside table. His last comforting thought was that he had friends that could help him through anything...
As soon as he had drifted into sleep, a small ball of light floated out from under his bed. It hovered about three feet in the air, and began to morph into a human shape. It stretched to form a slender body with the perfect curves of a sixteen-year-old girl.
She was very pretty indeed, with long, dark chocolate hair and brilliantly blue eyes. She wore a long white dress, the sleeves flared out, off the shoulder. A cross made of the purest diamonds rested against her chest, secured on by a long silver chain. She seemed to be outlined in a soft white light.
The girl smiled at the slumbering form of Harry through his hangings. "Well, so you're my assignment!" she said quietly. "May your dreams be peaceful, Harry Potter. I'll be here...and so will God." She paused, then smiled even more broadly. "May you now know that an angel is watching over you..." she rose a foot into the air, and glided over to Harry's bedside. She reached toward his forehead, and her graceful hand passed right through the hangings, to touch his skin. "Dream, young Potter, dream..."
Harry found himself floating peacefully in a white void. He suddenly heard something...He asked, "Where am I? Who...?"
"I am an angel." A voice said. It was pretty, female.
"An angel? Like...a guardian angel?" asked Harry.
"Yes. I am watching over you, Harry. You will be sent through trials this year, but I will never leave you." The angel said.
"Trials?!" moaned Harry. "Haven't I had enough of those?"
"I'm afraid not." The angel replied, a hint of sympathy in her voice. "God has seen how you have survived, and knows you are a special boy. I must not tell you more, for you will find out everything at the right time. When you are in need to know, you will know..."