God knows even angels fall.
Jessica Riddle, Even Angels Fall
Growing Wings
~~
"Miss Granger. Miss Granger."
Hermione fluttered open her eyes, wondering what was going on. Last
thing she remembered was seeing Martha and passing out. She looked up to
see Dumbledore, Harry and Madame Pomfrey hovering over her.
"Hermione." Harry breathed. He looked relieved and let out an
exasperated sigh. She darted her eyes around, unaware of where she was.
She felt very groggy and tiresome. She winced as a small pain shot
through her shoulders as she tried to hoist herself up. She cringed her
eyes and heard Madame Pomfrey give a little gasp.
"Are they out yet?" she asked. Somehow she had sensed they would be
coming out soon.
"Almost," Harry said, running his hand over her forehead like a mother
does to her sickly child.
She looked at the Headmaster and he spoke softly, "You must be warned,
Hermione, this will more than likely happen again."
Again? Like I enjoyed it the first time? She nodded curtly and made to
get up. Madame Pomfrey made to stop her but Professor Dumbledore put a
hand on her shoulder signaling her to let her get up. Hermione managed to
pull herself up without help and twisted herself around and sat on the
edge of the bed. She coughed. Harry made way to give her a tissue. She
waved her hand, meaning "no." She reached around her shoulders and her
hand came in contact with a smooth, silky feather. She ran her fingertips
down to the tips.
"Could I see them? With a mirror?" She asked tentatively.
"Certainly," Madame Pomfrey said, rushing off to get a mirror. Hermione
sniffled and coughed a few more times.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked. She didn't think she could say anything
without vomiting, so she merely nodded her head. It was like talking to a
patient who just came out of the trauma room.
Madame Pomfrey had returned with the promised mirror. Hermione took it
and gasped at what she saw.
They were like eagle wings, but much larger. They weren't white; they
were an amber color mixed with hues of red and orange. They even looked
soft and delicate, which made Hermione wish she didn't run her hands
against them now. She liked how the feathers fell against each other in
perfect symmetry, and how they looked very fluffy and powdery. Almost
like cotton candy, which for some reason she craved right now. Damn those
Muggle candies, and now's not even the right time to get some! She put
the mirror down, and looked up to see Harry's face, which looked
burdened. She looked to Dumbledore, who had a look of little grieve. From
him, she looked to Madame Pomfrey whose look was a mix of confusion and
sorrow. Hermione felt a white-hot surge of anger rush through her. Why do
they feel sorry for me? They should be damn glad this isn't happening to
them! Just then, a barn owl flew in through the window. It soared by and
dropped a letter on Hermione's lap. She furrowed her brow and took it in
her hand. She examined it and noticed a coat of arms that belonged to the
Ministry of Magic. She shot an angry look at Dumbledore and said in an
angry whisper that sounded forced, "You told them!"
"Miss Granger, you have to remember, there are still Muggles out there,
who will be very confused if they see you."
"Don't you understand how hard it is already? And all you're doing is
giving me sympathetic looks and telling the Ministry about me! Don't you
understand how DIFFICULT this is?" She shouted. She was surprised that
the Headmaster wasn't reacting, but instead stared at the floor like a
little boy being chided.
"I understand, Miss Granger, but please, you have to consider this: You
would give our world away if any non-magical person saw you. How would
you feel if you saw a girl with wings walking down the street, doing her
shopping like everything was normal?"
Now she felt bad. She had yelled at her Headmaster for something so
completely understandable. She felt like she wanted to die instead of be
in his presence.
"S-s-sorry, sir."
"It's quite alright, Miss Granger, I would have expected it from anyone
else."
"Go on, open it, Hermione, you still have to read it," said a sudden
voice that belonged to Harry. She had forgotten there were two other
people in the room. He sat next to her on the bed and slid his arm around
her waist. Hermione caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's smile under his
white mane of beard. She opened the letter and took out the yellowish
parchment and read:
Dear Miss Granger,
It has come to our attention that you are the heir of a long forgotten
generation of Alliptonites. You are now required to henceforth remain
under an invisibility cloak which we, the Ministry, shall provide for you
when you venture out into the muggle world. You must require a friend or
family member to do your muggle shopping and please, remain in Diagon
Alley if you can. Your cloak shall arrive to you in a matter of days.
Good Luck.
Cornelius Fudge
Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic
"Well, how about that? Old Fudge sent it to you himself," Harry said.
He moved his hand up to wrap around her shoulders and stroked her cheek
affectionately. She laughed a little.
"Well, I guess that makes me the most privileged Alliptonite in the
world," she retorted. She placed her hand on his leg and he leaned in to
kiss her cheek. She felt a little hot under the collar with Dumbledore
and Madame Pomfrey (who hadn't said anything in a while) still in the
room, but was thankful when Dumbledore had the courtesy to leave.
"Come Poppy, we must return an owl to the Ministry."
That left Harry and Hermione on an empty hospital bed to nuzzle and
cuddle and kiss all they wanted.
Growing Wings
~~
"Miss Granger. Miss Granger."
Hermione fluttered open her eyes, wondering what was going on. Last
thing she remembered was seeing Martha and passing out. She looked up to
see Dumbledore, Harry and Madame Pomfrey hovering over her.
"Hermione." Harry breathed. He looked relieved and let out an
exasperated sigh. She darted her eyes around, unaware of where she was.
She felt very groggy and tiresome. She winced as a small pain shot
through her shoulders as she tried to hoist herself up. She cringed her
eyes and heard Madame Pomfrey give a little gasp.
"Are they out yet?" she asked. Somehow she had sensed they would be
coming out soon.
"Almost," Harry said, running his hand over her forehead like a mother
does to her sickly child.
She looked at the Headmaster and he spoke softly, "You must be warned,
Hermione, this will more than likely happen again."
Again? Like I enjoyed it the first time? She nodded curtly and made to
get up. Madame Pomfrey made to stop her but Professor Dumbledore put a
hand on her shoulder signaling her to let her get up. Hermione managed to
pull herself up without help and twisted herself around and sat on the
edge of the bed. She coughed. Harry made way to give her a tissue. She
waved her hand, meaning "no." She reached around her shoulders and her
hand came in contact with a smooth, silky feather. She ran her fingertips
down to the tips.
"Could I see them? With a mirror?" She asked tentatively.
"Certainly," Madame Pomfrey said, rushing off to get a mirror. Hermione
sniffled and coughed a few more times.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked. She didn't think she could say anything
without vomiting, so she merely nodded her head. It was like talking to a
patient who just came out of the trauma room.
Madame Pomfrey had returned with the promised mirror. Hermione took it
and gasped at what she saw.
They were like eagle wings, but much larger. They weren't white; they
were an amber color mixed with hues of red and orange. They even looked
soft and delicate, which made Hermione wish she didn't run her hands
against them now. She liked how the feathers fell against each other in
perfect symmetry, and how they looked very fluffy and powdery. Almost
like cotton candy, which for some reason she craved right now. Damn those
Muggle candies, and now's not even the right time to get some! She put
the mirror down, and looked up to see Harry's face, which looked
burdened. She looked to Dumbledore, who had a look of little grieve. From
him, she looked to Madame Pomfrey whose look was a mix of confusion and
sorrow. Hermione felt a white-hot surge of anger rush through her. Why do
they feel sorry for me? They should be damn glad this isn't happening to
them! Just then, a barn owl flew in through the window. It soared by and
dropped a letter on Hermione's lap. She furrowed her brow and took it in
her hand. She examined it and noticed a coat of arms that belonged to the
Ministry of Magic. She shot an angry look at Dumbledore and said in an
angry whisper that sounded forced, "You told them!"
"Miss Granger, you have to remember, there are still Muggles out there,
who will be very confused if they see you."
"Don't you understand how hard it is already? And all you're doing is
giving me sympathetic looks and telling the Ministry about me! Don't you
understand how DIFFICULT this is?" She shouted. She was surprised that
the Headmaster wasn't reacting, but instead stared at the floor like a
little boy being chided.
"I understand, Miss Granger, but please, you have to consider this: You
would give our world away if any non-magical person saw you. How would
you feel if you saw a girl with wings walking down the street, doing her
shopping like everything was normal?"
Now she felt bad. She had yelled at her Headmaster for something so
completely understandable. She felt like she wanted to die instead of be
in his presence.
"S-s-sorry, sir."
"It's quite alright, Miss Granger, I would have expected it from anyone
else."
"Go on, open it, Hermione, you still have to read it," said a sudden
voice that belonged to Harry. She had forgotten there were two other
people in the room. He sat next to her on the bed and slid his arm around
her waist. Hermione caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's smile under his
white mane of beard. She opened the letter and took out the yellowish
parchment and read:
Dear Miss Granger,
It has come to our attention that you are the heir of a long forgotten
generation of Alliptonites. You are now required to henceforth remain
under an invisibility cloak which we, the Ministry, shall provide for you
when you venture out into the muggle world. You must require a friend or
family member to do your muggle shopping and please, remain in Diagon
Alley if you can. Your cloak shall arrive to you in a matter of days.
Good Luck.
Cornelius Fudge
Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic
"Well, how about that? Old Fudge sent it to you himself," Harry said.
He moved his hand up to wrap around her shoulders and stroked her cheek
affectionately. She laughed a little.
"Well, I guess that makes me the most privileged Alliptonite in the
world," she retorted. She placed her hand on his leg and he leaned in to
kiss her cheek. She felt a little hot under the collar with Dumbledore
and Madame Pomfrey (who hadn't said anything in a while) still in the
room, but was thankful when Dumbledore had the courtesy to leave.
"Come Poppy, we must return an owl to the Ministry."
That left Harry and Hermione on an empty hospital bed to nuzzle and
cuddle and kiss all they wanted.
