Of Shadows, Of War, and Of Love

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`~M.L.~`

Summarry: A/U *Slash* Harry, an angel fighting an important part in the last battle for Earth, falls for his enemy...*H/D* *slight H/FandG*

DISCLAMIER: ME DONT OWN HARRY POTTER! P Im too poor...*softly crying*

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Chapter One:

The slender young entity landed in the grove of trees, the sun bright above him. Stretching his long, dove-like wings he yawned. It was a beautiful day. A wonderful day. The only day the war that had been proceeding for the past six paused weekly. Both sides must stop fighting on Sunday. It was a divine law. Sunday was a day of creation. A day of peace. Even demons could respect that. They had another day to live their sinful 'lives', and lay about all day. He untied the blue silk sash that tied his deep emerald green robes on his body and let them fall to the ground, beating his wings ever so slightly so he hovered over to the small lake within the grove. Dunking himself up to his neck in water he sighed. He was one of the lucky ones. He was still innocent, despite all the bloodshed occuring around him, and was assinged the simple, rare task of healing humans. He had been overjoyed when he got this assignment. Although he'd be pleased to fight for his kingdom, and the humans kingdom, he did not aprove of violince so much. Dunking his head underwater he sighed. Now that he thought of it..he did feel guilty he was friends with the Fire Guardians, who were aranging positions of newbie angels during the war. He had been close to the Guardians younger brother during they're earlier lessons. His name was Ron. He was working with the Human world too. His job was to recreate forests and animals the war destoried.However, forests were hardly destroyied, and animals knew better then to stick thier necks too far out when it came to Divine buisness. Infact most of thier friends managed to dodge draft. Fred, and George (the Fire Guardians) must have pulled alot of strings to managae to get their whole family plus out of the war and onto the human plain well they fought above, risking thier lives.

Now he felt worthless. He hated and loved the firey twins for what they were doing. How could they be so arragont? So hardheaded? So sweet? So stupid? They needed him and the rest of their friends by thier side to encourage them. He felt his face burn red with anger, despite the cool water pressing in on him from all sides. He felt the urge to chew someones ear off. Climbing out of the lake he dryed off and got dressed. He stretched his wings and took off into the air, flying twords the twins current residince.

"Harry, how nice to see you!" George called, waving to their close friend.

"We didn't expect you to stop by today.." Fred mumbled lazily, laying in the grass.

"I want to talk to you two!" Harry snapped, toe to toe with George. He towered over the red-head, much like a preditor about to consume its prey.

"Whatssss a matter Harry?" Fred said, stepping between the two.

"You just hate it when I get all Harrys attention, don't you?" George whispered to his twin.

"Shuddup." Fred muttered, brushing him off as he turned back to Harry.

"You two...you managed to keep us all off the battle feild! How could you?!" Harry scolded.

"I thought you'd be thankful." Fred said.

"You need us with you! What if you two got hurt and none of us could do anything! You could die out there." Harry said, a little less harshly.

"But Harry...don't you see.." George muttered, "if any of you were to be hurt...or die...."

"We'd have nothing to live for." Fred ended. A horn sounded across the valley, Fred and George looked up and spread thier large dove wings, ready to take off.

"Sorry Harry..." George said, kissing the younger entity on the forehead, "looks like we have to go.." George took off, flying a few feet off the ground, waiting for his brother.

"Keep your nose clean, kid." Fred said, brushing his lips against Harrys, "I was always smitten with you! Remember that before you let my brother kiss you again." He took off as well, and they flew off.

"Always have to show me up, don't you?" George teased, shoving his brother playfully. Fred nodded, and laughed.

"Thats just the kinda guy I am."

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Harry blushed and touched a finger to his own lips. He loved them. He knew he did. He didn't want to at first. He was friends with Ron, and falling in love with his elder brothers was rude. So Harry thought. But they were always flirtacious with the younger boy. They were so unpredictable. Harry, however, never pursuied his desires. He loved them both, equally, and he didn't want to chose between one or the other. He was also afraid of being used or hurt. They were wild, and vibrante, and probally wouldn't think twice about dumping their young and naive Harry for a better looking angel.

Yet...he decided he wait for them to return...and he would indeed tell them his feelings.

Yet they never returned.

The horn signalling the end of the rare and random Sunday battle signaled, and no twins retuned. Harry waited another hour. And another. He began to worry. He streached his wings, an urgency filling his heart like never before and flew towards the military camp not a few leagues off. He landed, his feet pressing against the hard, stone floor of the entrance way. Walking towards the company in battle he gained enough courage to ask.

"Is Fred or George around?"

He recived grim glances and a sombre looking older man placed his hand on Harrys shoulder and shook his head.

"No, son, they...didn't make it off the field. We had been jumped. The prior mission had been to escort a wounded grunt back to the base, but it had been a trap. They somehow breached the barrier and jumped us. Fred and George covered our tails as we escorted the wounded one to this base, and we recived word they didn't make it back..." he said.

"Fred......George.." Harry whimpered. Tears gathered into his emerald green eyes. He turned, taking off. His heart was aching. He'd make them pay. He'd tear them apart for taking the only two he ever loved away from him. Harry felt rage build in his heart. Tears, stinging his eyes, found thier way out. He landed in the small grove of trees he had been in that morning. The sun was setting and Harry felt particulary grimy now. He pulled his robes off and plunged into the water, hiding the tears that made thier way from his eyes.

Violently he kicked and thrashed at the water, blurring his reflection. He let out a low growl of sorrow and rage and threw himself across a large rock that stuck out of the lake. Laying on the rock, legs and arms strewn out, he began to weep. Beating his fist against its hard, jagged surface. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all.

"Why are you crying?" a cool voice asked from behind one of the many trees.He looked up to see a pale young man staring at him. Harry shivered. He was a demon..

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Draco had first saw the boy land. He looked about Draco's age, but it was hard to tell with any divine entity. Draco was worried. Worried because he was injured from the previous fight. He couldn't battle anything in this condition. He could barley even move. He watched from behind his trees..

The Angelic slender boy was taking off his robes and slipping into the water. His movements seemed stiffled, and only a few minutes after he slipped into the water he began to thrash about. Draco watched, amused. 'Was this how angels took baths?' he thought to himself.

Then, without warning he spread himself across a rock and wept.

"Why are you crying?" Draco called out.

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TBC

Loser: Im writting 'nother HarryxDraco! YEAH! Anyway, Snake Fang is still up and running, dont fret!