When Angels Die
Ch:16
Disclaimer: See part 1
The doors of Hogworts slowly opened. The dark wooden doors creaked slightly and echoed in the silent night. Harry, ridding Alzara, took his eyes off of the ground speeding beneath him and looked at the tired form of Albus Dumbledore.
"Harry, you've found the Staff," murmured Dumbledore. Harry looked at his once former Headmaster and saw- for the first time in his life- an old and tired man worn out from all his years of service to the wizarding world. "And you brought some friends!"
Damonarl strode forward and lowered his head. Dumbledore walked down the steps and placed his shaking hand lightly on the Unicorn Kings head.
"How have you been, my old friend?" asked Dumbledore softly.
Draco dismounted and walked over to Harry. Placing his hands around Harry's waist, he lifted the slight form off of his own stead and placed him on the ground.
"Are you alright?" asked Draco, barely containing a smirk at Harry's plight. Not used to ridding horses, or a unicorn in this case, Harry wobbled lightly as the feelings slowly returned to his legs.
"Oh, I'm just peachy."
"You know, sarcasm does not become you." Draco's grin widened but he still would not remove his hands from Harry's waist.
"Who says I'm being sarcastic?"
"I am. What do you think they're talking about?" Draco thrust his head towards a silent Dumbledore and Damonarl.
"I'm not sure but I'm betting it has something to do about this War of the Worlds that they had talked about. Where are the others?"
As if summoned on command, three figures came running up the lawn from the direction of the Apparating site. Two large shadows sped towards them, flanked on all sides by a guard of brightly colored unicorns. A third shadow followed closely after, ridding a small, yellow unicorn.
"What is going on?" asked Snape in his cold, sharp voice. Black eyes darted warily around him, measuring and counting the many unicorns surrounding the three.
"Ask Dumbledore." Harry pointed to the unmoving figures at the base of the stares.
"Harry, these are Royal Unicorns!" said Hermione in awe. Dismounting, she stared all around her, an expression of awe on her face.
"There what?" asked Ron.
Harry sighed. Some things never changed.
"Royal Unicorns, Ron," started Hermione in a lecturing tone. "They are the First, the parents of all unicorns roaming the wide earth- or so the Legends say. They were suppose to have been killed off during the Spanish Inquisition or lost in hidden pastures, away from all life."
"Yes. Though some say they have simply vanished into the hidden North to await the time when the earth was ready to rebuild itself from the ashes of the War of the Worlds," added Snape. Harry's head snapped up at Snape's words.
[pic]"The War of the Worlds. That's what he said to me."
Before Harry could explain, Dumbledore waved them over. Silently, they all walked thru the doors and into the Great Hall. Lights leaped from the shadows and Dumbledore's voice boomed through the halls, wakening all the teachers in the process.
"All staff to the Great Hall immediately!"
They all filed through the doorway and took chairs across from the unicorns lining the hall. Draco, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, sat next to Harry with Severus on the other side. Hermione sat to the left of Minerva MacGonagall as the new Charms teacher and Ron, who took over Madam Hooch's old job, sat next to his wife. The other teachers-who were still the same as before-took seats around them.
"What has happened?" asked McGonagall, looking around the room in awe.
"The Beginning of the End, Minerva. Sit and I will explain." Soon he had summed up the whole affair.
"Who is all going to be involved in this? You say the 'War of the Worlds'. I'm sure that there is going to be more involved?"
Yes. All creatures in every magical community will be siding in this war. Either they will fight with the wizards who are trying to save the world, or they will fight with the ones who want it destroyed. said Damonarl.
"Yes. Every creature will be involved. This will be the Last War, Ron. We must be prepared."
The preparations went on all night long, setting up warnings and finding places for the magical community to set up camp. Refugees from Ashland Lanes came popping up and room was made for them. Finally, in the deep depths of the night, small faire-like creatures flitted into the Great Hall, announcing the beginning of the new recruits.
"Can we go, Draco?" asked Harry. He looked out from a pale and drawn face, deep bruises marking the eyes.
"Are you okay,love?" Draco covered one pale hand with one of his own.
"No. I'm tired and all this magic is starting to wear me out."
"Let's go. Sev, we're leaving in case anyone asks."
They rose from their chairs and moved carefully between the creatures and wove their way down into the dungeons in companionable silence. They came to the doors of Draco's rooms but before they could move passed them, Harry stopped Draco in his tracks.
"Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want anything to happen but I just, need to stay with someone tonight. Someone I can trust." Draco stared into Harry's serious eyes, looking for what he didn't know but what he found made him smile- love, warmth, and undying trust.
"I would be honored if you stayed with me tonight, Harry." He placed a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead and led him into his rooms.
Passed the living room he went, through the small corridor and into the bedroom. Draco propped a nearly dead-on-his-feet Harry against the wall next to the bed. He quickly stripped Harry of his cloths, dragged a light gray shirt over his head, and placed him on the bed.
As soon as Harry's weary head hit the soft velvet pillows, he fell into a deep and dark sleep. Draco smiled down at this small and sleeping angel that had managed to find it's way back into the hands of the one that truly loved him, and Draco gave a silent prayer to whoever was listening.
"I love you, Harry," said Draco, pushing shaggy hair off a pale forehead, leaned down and place a soft kiss on his forehead. Crawling into bed, he wrapped his hands around the tiny waist and followed his loved one into the shadowy peacefulness of deep sleep.
AN: I'm so sorry that it's been a while and I know many of you have been anxiously waiting for this chapter. I personally thought that this chapter isn't my best but I'm running on only 4 hours of sleep. Please enjoy and don't forget to review! Thanx! ~Ta-ta
The doors of Hogworts slowly opened. The dark wooden doors creaked slightly and echoed in the silent night. Harry, ridding Alzara, took his eyes off of the ground speeding beneath him and looked at the tired form of Albus Dumbledore.
"Harry, you've found the Staff," murmured Dumbledore. Harry looked at his once former Headmaster and saw- for the first time in his life- an old and tired man worn out from all his years of service to the wizarding world. "And you brought some friends!"
Damonarl strode forward and lowered his head. Dumbledore walked down the steps and placed his shaking hand lightly on the Unicorn Kings head.
"How have you been, my old friend?" asked Dumbledore softly.
Draco dismounted and walked over to Harry. Placing his hands around Harry's waist, he lifted the slight form off of his own stead and placed him on the ground.
"Are you alright?" asked Draco, barely containing a smirk at Harry's plight. Not used to ridding horses, or a unicorn in this case, Harry wobbled lightly as the feelings slowly returned to his legs.
"Oh, I'm just peachy."
"You know, sarcasm does not become you." Draco's grin widened but he still would not remove his hands from Harry's waist.
"Who says I'm being sarcastic?"
"I am. What do you think they're talking about?" Draco thrust his head towards a silent Dumbledore and Damonarl.
"I'm not sure but I'm betting it has something to do about this War of the Worlds that they had talked about. Where are the others?"
As if summoned on command, three figures came running up the lawn from the direction of the Apparating site. Two large shadows sped towards them, flanked on all sides by a guard of brightly colored unicorns. A third shadow followed closely after, ridding a small, yellow unicorn.
"What is going on?" asked Snape in his cold, sharp voice. Black eyes darted warily around him, measuring and counting the many unicorns surrounding the three.
"Ask Dumbledore." Harry pointed to the unmoving figures at the base of the stares.
"Harry, these are Royal Unicorns!" said Hermione in awe. Dismounting, she stared all around her, an expression of awe on her face.
"There what?" asked Ron.
Harry sighed. Some things never changed.
"Royal Unicorns, Ron," started Hermione in a lecturing tone. "They are the First, the parents of all unicorns roaming the wide earth- or so the Legends say. They were suppose to have been killed off during the Spanish Inquisition or lost in hidden pastures, away from all life."
"Yes. Though some say they have simply vanished into the hidden North to await the time when the earth was ready to rebuild itself from the ashes of the War of the Worlds," added Snape. Harry's head snapped up at Snape's words.
[pic]"The War of the Worlds. That's what he said to me."
Before Harry could explain, Dumbledore waved them over. Silently, they all walked thru the doors and into the Great Hall. Lights leaped from the shadows and Dumbledore's voice boomed through the halls, wakening all the teachers in the process.
"All staff to the Great Hall immediately!"
They all filed through the doorway and took chairs across from the unicorns lining the hall. Draco, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, sat next to Harry with Severus on the other side. Hermione sat to the left of Minerva MacGonagall as the new Charms teacher and Ron, who took over Madam Hooch's old job, sat next to his wife. The other teachers-who were still the same as before-took seats around them.
"What has happened?" asked McGonagall, looking around the room in awe.
"The Beginning of the End, Minerva. Sit and I will explain." Soon he had summed up the whole affair.
"Who is all going to be involved in this? You say the 'War of the Worlds'. I'm sure that there is going to be more involved?"
Yes. All creatures in every magical community will be siding in this war. Either they will fight with the wizards who are trying to save the world, or they will fight with the ones who want it destroyed. said Damonarl.
"Yes. Every creature will be involved. This will be the Last War, Ron. We must be prepared."
The preparations went on all night long, setting up warnings and finding places for the magical community to set up camp. Refugees from Ashland Lanes came popping up and room was made for them. Finally, in the deep depths of the night, small faire-like creatures flitted into the Great Hall, announcing the beginning of the new recruits.
"Can we go, Draco?" asked Harry. He looked out from a pale and drawn face, deep bruises marking the eyes.
"Are you okay,love?" Draco covered one pale hand with one of his own.
"No. I'm tired and all this magic is starting to wear me out."
"Let's go. Sev, we're leaving in case anyone asks."
They rose from their chairs and moved carefully between the creatures and wove their way down into the dungeons in companionable silence. They came to the doors of Draco's rooms but before they could move passed them, Harry stopped Draco in his tracks.
"Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want anything to happen but I just, need to stay with someone tonight. Someone I can trust." Draco stared into Harry's serious eyes, looking for what he didn't know but what he found made him smile- love, warmth, and undying trust.
"I would be honored if you stayed with me tonight, Harry." He placed a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead and led him into his rooms.
Passed the living room he went, through the small corridor and into the bedroom. Draco propped a nearly dead-on-his-feet Harry against the wall next to the bed. He quickly stripped Harry of his cloths, dragged a light gray shirt over his head, and placed him on the bed.
As soon as Harry's weary head hit the soft velvet pillows, he fell into a deep and dark sleep. Draco smiled down at this small and sleeping angel that had managed to find it's way back into the hands of the one that truly loved him, and Draco gave a silent prayer to whoever was listening.
"I love you, Harry," said Draco, pushing shaggy hair off a pale forehead, leaned down and place a soft kiss on his forehead. Crawling into bed, he wrapped his hands around the tiny waist and followed his loved one into the shadowy peacefulness of deep sleep.
AN: I'm so sorry that it's been a while and I know many of you have been anxiously waiting for this chapter. I personally thought that this chapter isn't my best but I'm running on only 4 hours of sleep. Please enjoy and don't forget to review! Thanx! ~Ta-ta