~Author's Note~

Gomen naisai that it took me forever to get this chapter up. Gomen Naisai is "excuse me, sorry, or pardon me" in Japanese. Sorry that the first few chapters are about a depressing subject, the dead. It'll get more interesting as you go along. Please read and review this story! Since I couldn't find exact spells that I wanted to use, I chose the next best thing. French. Anyone taking that in school? French is such a pretty language, just like Quenya in The Lord Of The Rings. With my original fic that I've been slaving over recently, I've been using my French dictionary like crazy to name stuff and so forth. Originally I had used this book to help me understand the language as I read Alexander Dumas' The Man In The Iron Mask. I only managed to get half way through the book because I got side tracked with others. Does it sound okay to you if I use French? It may not make sense when I title and use them here and there, but it will much later. And, no, I'm not telling you more on that! Just read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The title has nothing to do with the fox show called by the same thing. I know the title sucks right now, but I'm still working on it.
DARK ANGEL

Chapter Two

Peu Atrayant,"Uninviting"
A searing hot pain shot through Fiore's eyes as she closed them. Soon, after the pain had gone, slowly opened them again and sat up. As her eyes adjusted to the fire's light, she realized her body felt really cramped and heavy. Not liking the discomfort, Fiore carefully swung herself over the edge of the coffin. Her feet made silent contact with the dusty floor.

Ignoring the fact that the floor was freezing, she reached her arms desperately toward the ceiling. After stretching her tiresome limbs, Fiore felt fabric brush against her skin. Looking to her right arm, was fine black silk in the form of an elegant draping sleeve that went down to her waist. Following the fabric to the top and the rest of what she was wearing.

Fiore was wearing a richly designed black gown with thin silver vines decorated near the seems. The top was collared with an under lying white undershirt. Around her waist was a belt with golden leaves carved into it, holding the whole audsamble together. Fiore's feet and shins were covered by solid black boots with a few gold vines.

She was still too exhausted to form words into her thoughts. Brushing that matter aside, Fiore wanted to find a way out of here and somewhere warmer. It wasn't hard to find the way out because the door was a few yards away in front of where she stood.

Shivering on her way to it, pulled up her cloak's hood. In relief, her hood was warm and it kept out the unwanted bright light. The edges of the cloak would flap about gently as she ascended the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a small room with no windows, lighted only by torches. Opposite from the stairs was a heavy wood door. Standing near the stairs still, Fiore shivered slightly. Not from cold, just began to feel a little colotrophobic again. Distracted, she gazed off into space for a while. Watching the light and shadows flicker about the dirty stone floor.

Her eyes soon focused upon three familiar foot prints. (A/N: not familiar to her, but us the readers.) These tracks lead towards that old wooden door. Curious, following them, walked up to the door. She stared down at the small latch keeping the door closed. Fiore's hand hovered above it, hesitant to lift it.

She shook her head, mentally kicking herself for almost giving up there. Lifting the latch away from the holder, grabbing the knob firmly and pushed the door open. As Fiore entered the next room, brought up an arm to protect her eyes from the light. But, once she realized that none came, dropped it to the side.

This new room was much darker than the last, but bigger all the same. There were stacks upon stacks of dusty and cobwebbed boxes and antiques. The youth was able to make her way safely through the narrow paths and gapes by the dim beams of moonlight coming in through the high windows. (A/N: not the ceiling type.) In comparison to the dark room, she looked like a passing wraith.

The reason she was compelled to get to the other side was because of the light coming through the shimmering wall. Once there, Fiore noticed that it moved like the waves in the ocean, but still appearing to be like a stonewall. Every few seconds, there were quick flashes of what was on the other side. As she gently stoked the surface, it most certainly did feel like water. But, no moisture residue was left on her fingers. Just a slight tingling sensation. With every experimental touch and reaching her arm through, the wall would ripple.

Gathering up her courage, Fiore stepped up and over the low desks nearby. She could barely feel the wall as she did so. Once outside, the wall began to harden back to stone. She watched as the last bit disappeared. The wall was smooth and hard, except for a single, long, curvy vine on one of the slabs of stone. But, it was barely noticeable next to a statue of a wolf- like creature of some sort.

Her eyes went wide as she studied this great hall that she stood in. It had rich, velvety red carpets lining the floor. Stain class windows with window seats. High wooden beams in complicated arches on the ceiling. Statues of various odd creatures holding torches to light the way.

The warmth that the place brought fired up her curiosity to explore more of this wondrous place. She made her way down a few halls and corners with non- stop amazement. Soon, Fiore found one with more statues and stairs leading up and down to some place. At one end of this hall, a huge golden eagle statue stood in a door less room. It appealed to her, so she moved towards it. Suddenly, when only a few yards away, an elderly woman wearing black and green robes appeared in the hall.

Professor Magonnagel was going to Dumbledore's office to get the plans for the upcoming school year. Just as she was about to step in, she noticed a strange, dark figure reflecting on the eagle's chest. 'What the.?' Magonnagel thought. Then, thinking it was Severus behind her, she decided to take her sweet time to turn around. But, she was so, very, wrong. She gasped, dropping her papers to the floor.

"Oh no. it can't be.," she whispered in horror, shaking. The wraith like figure clad in black stopped in its tracks. Flinched slightly from confusion. Without a doubt, this was the most horrifying thing this woman has seen in her entire life. ".Voldormort!" Realizing that she had not a moment to lose, whipping out her wand and yelled at it, "EXPELLERAMIUS!"

Fiore was sent flying through the air backwards. Her heart stricken with panic, she landed by sliding across the floor. Still on the floor, she looks up at the witch, too scared and confused to move. The elder kept a shaky hand with wand pointed at her like a gun.

Soon, both the women could hear many feet come pounding down the halls from all directions. Other teachers arrived on the scene soon to be in the same shock as their companion had. A greasy haired man clad in black, feeling it was his duty, stepped forward to defend the others. "Se givrer!" Snape yelled at it with his wand. (A/N: "Se givrer" means "to freeze up or over" in French. There was no existing spell that I could find for this.)

With those words uttered, the intruder was frozen to the spot. Not able to move a thing, not even the clothing. (A/N: picture how things or people look when Piper Halliwell from the WB's CHARMED does this, but with no spell.) The other teachers whipped out their wands to get their two sense in. As they came forward, a voice yelled, "STOP!"

They did, looking up or turning around, came an elderly man with a white beard and clad in purple-red robes. Joining the group, Dumbledore looked at the intruder to the teachers. Then, speaking calmly and informatively, "This person is not our enemy." Seeing that no one was believing him, he went over to the frozen figure and pulled back it's hood.

Long, auburn (A/N: mix of dark red and brown.) hair came cascading out of the hood. The group was in shock to see a fairly young and beautiful lady standing before them. The youth looked to be in her early to mid twenties. Deep brown eyes, smooth and flawless skin and features. Getting a further inspection of her robes, they saw that it was way too fancy looking to be owned by a Dark Lord.

With his own wand out, Dumbledore tapped her on the head and said, "Defaire." (A/N: "defaire" means "undo" in French.) Then, stepped back to give the poor girl some room.

The shower of sparks from the wand melted away Fiore's frozen state. She wobbled on her feet with unexpected imbalance. An old man stepped forward and gripped her by the wrists to prevent her from falling over. Looking him straight in the eyes, she pulled her arms away to her body.

Clearing his throat, Albus tried to calm her in a soft voice, "Sh, it's okay. Nobody here is here to harm you. You're safe now." He waved his hands up and down slowly to emphasize his words. When she had stopped shivering with fear, "I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And, I welcome you to stay with us." He chose his words carefully; the old wizard didn't want to say too much that might confuse the woman. The sorcerer held his hand out to greet her with a handshake to get some sort of acknowledgement of what he spoke.

His words had not calmed her. She was still filled with anxiety, with all those eyes staring at her expectantly. As Fiore studied his hand, she began to feel light headed again. The scenery before her eyes began to blur into stream of color. She brought her finger to her temples, willing it to stop. As her vision grew darker, the floor seemed to rush up to meet her. When Fiore's body hit the floor with a slight thud, she didn't feel any pain, just dizziness.

Just before her mind blacked out, she could hear the faint echoes of the reaction from the others around her. "Mobilicorpus," came a voice. The sound of another spell to be hexed on her didn't sound pleasant at all. But, she had no time to be scared so, for Fiore had already fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
~TO BE CONTINUED.~
Chapter Three is on the way! Does this title suck? Let me know if it needs to be in your feedback. ^.~