The Awakening of a Royal
SilverDawnThe usual disclaimers apply... How I wish that Harry Potter and co. belonged to me... They have a world that I would LOVE to live in.
Chapter 7: Dinner + Breakfast + Prank = Cool!
She had been standing in front of the Head Table, awaiting her sorting. Still shivering from the wet journey, all the United World Institute of Magic students were rather tired and wanted very much to sit down. However, etiquette forbid them to settle down, and they were only allowed to sit when all of them were sorted. Thunder could be heard from above, and as if to reflect the mood, the ceiling depicted the stormy weather outside, with streaks of lightning illuminating the dark, turbulent sky.
Finally, it was her turn… and worst, she was the last to get sorted. All eyes were placed on her, and this left her somewhat embarrassed for there were at least a thousand students staring at her midnight-black hair, which was left down to her hips.
"Zenvista, Athena. 5th year, United Masters! " Professor McGonagall announced.
Cold hands shivering, the girl put on the hat, and sat on the low-stool, where all the conversation began.
"Kadamon? I thought that you should be in United, under the protection of the wards placed there."
"I came with the others for a
friendly transfer programme. But I'm assigned for double schooling, sorting
hat."
"Now that explains why His Highness had been here since last year… which House are you in?"
"Sevosia."
"Odd… I thought that you'd be in Gahedriel."
"Adam was chosen to be in Gahedriel, and in turn, I'm in Sevosia, it isn't that bad."
"All too true. Sevosia is a very civil House, though the students in there are cunning and wickedly smart. Salazar Slytherin was pretty decent too, even nice to us at times…"
"I agree, he's a nice man… and handsome too. I meet him now and again when I travel back in time. I saw Godric too… Gosh… I never believed that they could be such good friends!"
"Yes, but truth be told, Godric and Salazar are very loyal to each other. Nonetheless, Slytherin is a rather dark House when compared to Sevosia, and the other Houses hate it. You'd be having quite a lot of trouble coming your way. Furthermore, there are only five other Sevosias in Slytherin, and none of your level. I don't think that it is safe to stay there…"
"I don't mind."
"Okay. Then let it be… SLYTHERIN!!!"
Loud applause rang at the table decked in green and silver, and the black-haired girl moved over there. Smiling back to her fellow UWIM students, she sat down beside an ebony-black haired boy and another UWIM student, Gerard Iverson. At the Gryffindor table, Adam saluted her with a goblet of water, and winked, identical sapphire eyes twinkling under those long silver bangs. The girl – Athena – smiled at him, and gave a small nod while a thread of invisible energy snaked from her to envelop him. Adam felt it, and returned a comforting one to his younger sister before continuing his small conversation with the young James Potter.
When she was about to start conversing with Gerard, Athena sensed someone staring at her, and turned to that particular direction. It was actually the boy sitting beside her who was staring at her, and Athena gave him the same treatment. However, she was mildly attracted by that black hair which was so dark, that it had midnight blue highlights. It hung lank to his neck, curling slightly at the ends to give him a roguish appeal, and Athena felt lost in those ebony-black orbs – eyes that seemed like endless space… The girl blushed prettily when she realized that she had openly stared at the boy for too long a time. The latter didn't mind, and started in a voice that had a tinge of amusement in it, "Hello, I'm Severus Snape."
Lip curving up to form a smile, Athena spoke up, "Hi, I'm Athena Zenvista."
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
"Wake up Mione, 'Mione, 'Mioneeee…" A familiar voice reached Hermione's ears, and she struggled to open her eyes. Vision blurred by sleep, the person before her melded with the girl in her dream, and Hermione croaked out on realization, "Athena!" Silver eyes widened at this, and the black-haired girl asked again, urgently, "'Mione, wake up!" Slapping the half-asleep girl lightly on the cheek, Hermione's cinnamon eyes focused and she saw Silverdawn watching her worriedly.
"'Mione, what did you see?" Silverdawn asked in a serious manner. The brown-haired girl thought back to the dream… of James Potter, the younger versions of all the professors, and most of all, the student form of the professor Snape, and he looked nothing like the current Snape. Worst was the fact that she had been reliving the dream in the first person perspective. In fact, she was Athena in that dream, and the feelings she experienced was so real, that she could still remember the worn fabric of the Sorting Hat, the trembling of her fingers, and that smile on Snape's face.
Hoping that this might just be a ridiculous dream, Hermione mentally laughed it off, and replied nonchalantly, "Nothing really… Just some bonkers dream…" Silverdawn felt her hesitance, and decided not to probe further. Instead, she teased, "Remember your menu?"
At the mention of food, Hermione's eyes lighted up, jumped out from bed, and made a dash for the living room. However, she stopped at the door of the chamber to wait for Silverdawn, who was shaking her head at Hermione's bubbly behavior, and the brown-haired girl suddenly wondered, ::When did I doze off in that big bed?::
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
In the living room, the currently-not-under-Glamourie-spell professor was finishing a second plate of cheese pasta (talk about huge appetite). Absently, he raised his wand and murmured, "Perforaus." Instantaneously, a bottle of ink, a feather quill and a stack of papers appeared in front of him, next to the now-empty plate. Severus Snape started grading the third-year theory papers in one hand and the other ladled a bowl of soup into the awaiting bowl on his plate. This ability to do more that two things at one time had been envied by many, but he took no notice of it. Instead, he frowned at the terms this Ravenclaw student used, and shook his head, underlining the mistakes she made before writing some remarks at the end of the paper in his usual, cursive scrawl, "A disappointing essay, Miss Nielston. The dragonsbane should be wolvesbane!" Finishing several other papers and giving it the usual Ds, Fs, and occasional Cs, he finished the soup and starting attacking one of the three plates of steak. How he managed to, no one knew, he marked the papers and ate the steak at the same time.
After a while, he heard footsteps coming out from his bedchamber, and lifted his head to see the two girls coming up to the dining table, hands linked together, talking animatedly. None of them noticed him, so he continued on his grading.
"Professor," Silverdawn said brightly, causing Snape to frown again. He lifted his head, brows furrowing into a v-shape as he made an exasperated retort, "Silver! How many times must I tell you? Don't call me THAT!" Platinum eyes twinkled at this comment, and Silverdawn asked good-naturedly, "but what should Hermione refer you as? Uncle Severus?"
"Huh?" Hermione asked, thoroughly blurred from this conversation. She took a look at the professor, and gasped when his image interlaced with the Severus Snape of her dream. ::Gods above! They look the so alike!:: In fact, he was practically identical to his younger version, save the lines that were permanently etched on his forehead, and the graying streaks of black hair. His physique was also tanner, and the turtleneck molded snugly to his body.
"Care to share what's so interesting that has kept your eyes on me for 2 minutes and 38 seconds, Miss Granger?" the Potions Master asked sarcastically, totally oblivious to the fact that he was not in his usual 'greasy git' form that all the students and (most of the) staff were used to.
"No… nothing sir. It's just that… you look… different." The brunette sputtered out, reliving the bizarre dream once again… :: and to think that the dream's weird. I never knew that Professor Snape looked like that!:: At the same moment, the realization dawned upon the professor that he wasn't under Glamourie, and profanities were uttered under the pissed professor's breath. Though soft, those swearing (with languages spanning the entire globe) caused Silverdawn to snicker, earning herself a death glare from her godfather. Usually, this glare would silence even the worst student in Hogwarts', but Silverdawn was already immune to such stares (courtesy of Professor Lucifer Kadamon and Professor Sedaris Snape) and this glare only served to fuel the hilarity that was burning within her. Finally, she laughed helplessly, no longer able contain it.
"Godfather, your look is as evil as the ones Father gives me sometimes," the black-haired girl said in between laughs, causing her godfather to scowl and shake his head in defeat, "Enough, silver…" Silverdawn, in turn, smothered her giggles and shoved Hermione to sit next to her, opposite the frowning professor.
"'Mione, Uncle Severus won't bite. He only looks fierce." Silverdawn said brightly, trying to soothe the uptight girl.
"I beg to differ, Silver. I'm known for literally biting students' heads off, and that I'm rumored to have skulls as decorations in my suite, which apparently isn't the case." Snape said cynically, earning himself a hard kick on his knee under the table.
"Uncle!" the black-haired princess admonished whilst Hermione looked down at her untouched steak.
"Oww…" Snape winced, and replied reluctantly, "I apologize, Miss Granger. That was uncalled of. However, none of my students is to know of my original form. Is that understood?" Hermione nodded mutely, but no longer able to contain her curiosity, she blurted out, "You were always under the Glamourie?" This question surprised Severus, and he eyed the girl for a while before nodding his head whilst sipping the chilled tea. At his nod, Hermione became excited, and asked eagerly, "Professor, can you teach me how to use it?"
This sudden request caused Snape to choke on his tea, and Silverdawn hurriedly patted his back. What he finally recovered, he asked, "Why do you need that?"
"For some stuff…" the Gryffindor said enigmatically. Snape chose not to question further, but refused with a second's hesitation, "Miss Granger, I have no time to do that…" Looking at the crestfallen girl, he hastily added, "But you can get my book on Glamourie on the fourth shelf from the fireplace. Ask Silver for help."
"Really?" Hermione's cinnamon eyes lighted up, and the professor just kept silent. Silverdawn smiled, and finally spoke up, "'Mione, your steak is getting cold, and Uncle, how many times must I tell you not to mark and eat at the same time? It's not good for your health!" Snape smiled sheepishly at the child's nagging, catching Hermione by surprise. The black-haired professor felt her stare, and snapped, "Now what?"
Regaining her senses, Hermione replied dazedly, "Oh, you look good when you smile." Coughs were heard as Silverdawn practically spluttered her soup whilst a slight flush burned in Snape's cheeks.
"Thank heavens I don't smile much," he muttered, and this earned laughter from both girls. Knowing that he'd made a fool out of himself, he growled, "Eat your food before it turns cold."
"Yes professor." The two girls spoke in unison and the professor just shook his head, cutting his steak ruthlessly as if this action could soothe his temper. The two girls continued chatting, and Snape joined them time and again before he finally excused himself to mark his papers. Silverdawn started clearing the table, and Hermione helped by tucking the remaining food in the refrigerator. They wiped the table and washed the dining ware together, and when all was done, they sat on the comfortable high-backed chairs in front of the fireplace. They sat there for a very long time, talking about the subjects they took and what was the timetable in United World Institute of Magic was like. Cinnamon eyes had widened on the fact that they study even longer than the Hogwarts' students, but nevertheless, the brunette hoped that she could enter it…
Suddenly, Professor Snape came out of his study, an unreadable expression on his face, "Who cleaned my room?" Immediately, Hermione felt a sense of dread, but owned up timidly, "I did, sir…" She expected to get a scolding, but the blasting never came. Instead, he gave a rare smile, and said genuinely, "Thank you, Miss Granger. You have helped me a lot."
"What?" this stumped the prefect, but Snape did not bother to explain. Instead, he went to a shelf and took out a leather-bound book before walking to where they were seated. He handed the book to the bewildered Gryffindor, and said, "You can borrow this for as long as you like. But do not lend this to any other Hogwarts' students, especially Potter and Weasley. I don't trust them." Hermione looked at the book in shock whilst Silverdawn just sat there, mildly amused.
"Thank you." She stammered, and was given a curt 'welcome'. Hermione felt stunned as the Professor carried on, "I had better escort the two of you back into your Houses. It's past curfew." With that, he shoed the two students out of his suite, and preceded to bring the duo back.
He stopped at the Gryffindor portrait first, intent on sending the young girl back to bed first. But before Hermione went in, she asked, "Sir, can I borrow other books from you next time?" Snape was annoyed at the thought of having someone touch his private cache, but this was Hermione Granger – the smartest student in Hogwarts, (though he admitted this begrudgingly) – thus he said, "You may, but you must be under the guide of either Silverdawn or Azrael. Do not enter my suite without one of them, or me, with you."
Hermione grinned at this, and on impulse, hugged the frowning (as usual) professor. The potions master just stood there stiffly, seeing her into the portrait before regaining his senses and shook his head in disgust. He saw Silverdawn smirk at him, and warned, "Don't, even start."
"I won't." she replied indifferently, and stretched out her wings, which was of a soft silvery-white. Snape followed suit, and stretched his out too. They started flying through the walls (an advantage of being an angel), until they reached the Slytherin statue, which was in the dungeons. Folding their wings into their bodies again, they stopped outside as Silverdawn started, "Uncle, I left a vial of potion in your bedroom, above the mantle. It's a direct cure to all sorts of curses and poisons, Cruciatus included."
Hearing this, Severus Snape raised an eyebrow as he blew away the long ebony bangs that were blocking view, and asked; "You found the cure for Cruciatus?"
"Nope, Lightbringer did." His goddaughter answered. Snape looked incredulous, coal-black eyes twinkling with something akin to amusement. Wryly, he said, "I've got to thank that phoenix someday."
"You will, soon." The girl replied, and Snape commanded to the statue, "Dementors." Irritated by the password, the black-haired girl said viciously, "Uncle, please change the password soon. I can't stand it any longer. Every time I hear it, I feel as if I am ready to kill them all over again."
"The past still haunting you?" Snape asked in concern. At his goddaughter's affirmative nod, he mentally made a point to change it soon and ushered her in first, before entering with her. Puzzled as to why he followed, Silverdawn looked at Snape, and the professor just said casually, "I haven't check on them yesterday night. So if I don't check on them today, there'll be chaos."
The girl laughed, and both of them walked into the common room, only to find it unusually quiet. There were no rowdy students in sight. Instead, only Draco, Lawrence, and Nikolai were residing in the room, just before the fireplace, playing Wizard's Chess. On seeing the professor and girl, they waved, and Snape frowned, asking, "Isn't it curfew already? Why aren't the three of you sleeping?"
"Oh! We're waiting for Silver, Uncle." Snape's nephew – Lawrence, said cheekily, while Draco inquired, "Sir, when did you start moving about in Hogwarts with 'Glamourie'?" This wasn't the first time that Draco had seen Professor Snape without 'Glamourie', but this was the first time when he was without 'Glamourie' in Hogwarts (other than his room). On realizing that he had forgotten to put back the charm, Snape smacked his head, and groaned, "God! I forgot about that!"
"Now that's a first." Nikolai grinned and everyone else, including Snape himself, laughed. Finally, Snape regained control, and said in a strict manner, "My appearances aside, all of you, clear up and get to bed."
"That's easy enough." Draco retorted, and snapped his fingers twice. Immediately, the chess pieces were repaired, gathered together, and kept in one of the side cupboards.
"Showoff…" Lawrence muttered, causing the silver-haired boy to stick his tongue out at him. Lawrence in turn, stuck his tongue out at Draco, and Silverdawn shook her head at their mock immaturity. Feeling tired, she went over to kiss the professor on the cheek, yawned, and announced, "I'm going to sleep. Night, uncle. Goodnight everyone."
"Goodnight." All of them answered back and returned to their respective dorms. Snape was the last to leave, but before he left, he put on the 'Glamourie' spell and finally proceeded to his rooms to get more sleep.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Dawn came at an amazing speed, and most of the UWIM students only returned to their Hogwarts' dorms at about four in the morning due to their classes at United. The members of the Court of Twelve were the only ones let off from classes, but they too, had a meeting at United at 0300 Ante Meridian that lasted till 0700 Ante Meridian. And what was it all about? The upcoming Yule Ball that was for both Hogwarts and United World Institute of Magic, and more potions work.
Ashteroth had been complaining about the time, but he shut up when even the seniors – Valerie, Joshua and Geraldine – turned up for the meeting. The meeting wasn't that bad for all of them had the unspoken agreement of not to do anymore menial tasks in the duration of the discussion. Still, everyone of them were practically dozing off when they trudged their way to the dining hall, more so during breakfast.
"Azrael, Tristan, Amber, Aki… Why are you guys looking so… dead?" Ron asked when the quartet finally dragged themselves into their seats.
"We ought to just die and leave it at that." Tristan grumbled, and the other three UWIM students gave empathic nods. Harry saw their expressions, and asked curiously, "Why are you people so tired? Didn't sleep well?"
"I practically never slept!" Hideaki moaned, combing his dirty blonde hair with one hand. Amber agreed, and complained, "those wards practically drained me to the core! Az, why did you even hold that meeting at that god-be-damned hour?"
Slightly knocking the complaining girl's head, he said seriously, "Headmaster Haldorne wants to see the proposal and committee set up soon. So we might as well get it over and done with. Then, all of us would be able to have a few night's of sleep in the least."
"How long was the meeting?" Ron asked curiously, whilst Harry listened intently.
"Err… from three to seven in the morning. So it's about four hours." Azrael replied after sending a mind greeting to his sister. At that, all the students who heard the exchange stared at them, totally amazed by the time of the meeting, and were all relieved that they did not have such a crazy schedule. Hermione, who had been listening with half a ear, winced at the time, but said nothing. As usual, she had a thick book with her, and was currently engrossed in it. This caught Azrael's attention, and he asked, "'Mione, what are you reading?"
"Should be Hogwarts – a History. I swear, she lives by that book." Ron mused aloud, earning himself a death glare from his best friend. Amber, who was seated beside Hermione, saw the title of the leather-bound book, and said in Assyrian, "Glamourie? When were you interested in this? And isn't this Uncle Severus' book?"
The mention of Uncle Severus' name caused the other three members of the Court of Twelve to perk up, and Hideaki asked in German, "he lent you this?" At his incredulity, Hermione was puzzled, but nodded her head. Azrael looked at her oddly, and finally asked in the language that only the two of them understood – Angelic, "'Mione, what did you want this book for?" Absently, Hermione replied in the same language without batting an eye, "I need it to try something out…"
The silver-haired Prince decided not to discuss further, but Ron asked, "Mione, what language was that?"
"English." The girl tucked a stray strand of brown hair to her ear, still very absorbed by the applications of Glamourie. Harry saw this, and advised the red-head, "Ron, as you can see, she's reading. And when she's reading, don't even bother to ask her anything. It's of no use – the answers she give will always go hay-wire." People who heard this laughed, but Hermione remained unperturbed, until Azrael asked, "What are we having now?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Slytherin… again." Lee Jordan, who was seating nearby, supplied.
"Another Snape!" Neville Longbottom moaned, thinking of how intimidating the Potions Master already was. The last thing he needed was yet another Snape. Consolingly, Tristan patted the downcast boy's back and comforted, "C'mon, Professor Salazar isn't that bad…"
"Let's just hope so." Lavender Brown said, and most of the 6th year Gryffindors agreed. The UWIM students wanted to protest about their discrimination of the Snapes, but was silenced by Azrael, who spoke, "Judge him not by his sibling, but by what he IS made of. Besides, Professor Severus Snape isn't a bad man at all…"
Ron snorted, and Harry pushed up his glasses, saying in a wry tone, "You'll have to convince me at that, Az. I don't think that I'll ever agree with that statement." The Prince smiled mysteriously, and gave some advice of his own, "He doesn't look like what he seems. Moreover, never judge a book by its cover, and as usual, only time will tell if my statement is true. Don't you agree, 'Mione."
"Yeah… Snape isn't actually that bad." The brunette said begrudgingly, thinking of his civil manners yesterday night, and everyone went silent. Finally, they started for the DADA classroom, which was rather far away from the dining hall. Harry and Ron traded odd looks, before grinning. Azrael saw it, and asked, "What are you two having in mind?" Startled at having the Prince find out that they were going to do something, Harry said truthfully, eyes lighting with anticipation, "Since we had a truce with Mal… Draco. I had decided to get back at two particular boys…" Ron stared at the bulky boys at the Slytherin table, and agreed, "And since I have two brothers whose inventions are darn marvelous, we might as well let them be guinea pigs." Sapphire blue eyes twinkled at this as Azrael suddenly became very eager to see the results, "then we had better go there. I wanna go see Sherry."
"Miss her already?" Hideaki teased, and Amber piped in 'innocently', "Not used to not sleeping together?" The Hogwarts students who heard this all widened their eyes, and Azrael glared at the two bigmouths, before explaining, "It isn't what you think. Just plain sleeping, not sex or whatever the heck man and woman do." This did not convince all of them, but he couldn't care less. They were, after all, twins… though no one knew. Instead, he started for the Slytherin table with the other three members of the Court of Twelve, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, ignoring all the icy glares and insults hurled their way. Once, when the insults went to far, Azrael silenced the boy with a cold stare that was the equivalent of the Head of House's. The stare made the boy so scared that he was half petrified. After all, Azrael wasn't the Guardian of Time for nothing. His job was marked out for him, and at times, he had to deal with the rulers of different planes, and it was during those places did he master the art of staring… if there is one.
Arriving at the place where Silverdawn and co. were sitting, Azrael asked in a pleasant voice, "Are we going? Professor Salazar is waiting." Draco grinned up at him at the mention of the DADA teacher, as did Lawrence, but Silverdawn replied, "You guys get going first. I've got to see Professor Dumbledore for some administrative work." She turned to stand and pick up her bag, but the burden was taken by her twin, who chided her, "You could have asked me to do it." The black-haired girl just shook her head, and mindspoke him.
::No harm done. Go see to Niko. I'll get going first.::
::No. There'll be some fun stuff coming up. Stay and watch.:: Baffled, Silverdawn looked at her twin, sapphire eyes meeting with silver ones. Obediently, she sat down, and looked on. Casually, Harry said to Draco, "Yo Draco, fancy going to classes with us?" Surprised, the platinum-blond haired boy nodded his head, and stood up, as Ron slung a hand round his shoulders. Odd as it seems, the three boys looked very good together, and before they left, Harry threw an offhand remark to Draco's bodyguards, "One thing, Crabbe, Goyle. Better eat up the food before it gets cold. Class is about to start."
While those two flubberheads were looking at Harry, Ron had quietly took out his wand, and sprinkled a sort of powdery substance into their plates using magic. This powder was invisible to human eyes, thus no Slytherin saw it. On hearing this, the duo started munching their food under the intent stares of Harry, Ron and surprisingly, Azrael too. Very soon, the two brainless idiots started sweating like hell, and were trying in vain to fan themselves.
"How come it's so hot suddenly?" Goyle asked, looking very weird.
"I don't know." Crabbe answered, not knowing what to do. Slowly, their shirts started melting and faces became red hot. Harry saw the results and laughed, but Ron gave some advice, "Go see Madame Pomfrey before the two of you go naked once all the clothes melt." The other Slytherins saw it, and the entire table bowled over in laughter. Satisfied at the results, Harry commented to no one in particular, "looks like the newest invention worked tremendously." Draco heard this, and said, "Madame Pomfrey is gonna have our hides."
"As if I'd care. Anyways, we've taken care of your 'bodyguards', so care to go?" Ron shrugged as Hermione giggled silently at the two boy's state. Silverdawn, who had been silent the whole time, chided the duo, "the two of you had better be thankful that we were here. I don't think Professor Snape would be happy about this at all." The members of the Court of Twelve agreed, and all of them started to go out of the hall – with everyone else going to their classrooms, and Silver going off to Professor Dumbledore's office.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
End of Chapter 7
Once again, I'm sorry that I posted this story so late. Hehe, I had Flag Day yesterday, and standing 3 hours consecutively at the same spot, saying, "Please donate for charity." isn't my cup of tea. *whines*, Geez, I'm suffering from cramped leg muscles and a stiff back, and I've got to finish my Art homework. *looks dreamily at my bed*, I wanna sleep!!!
Sigh, I'll try to make a weekly update if possible, but I can't promise anything yet. But one thing I can promise is that the next chapter would have a scene on Lucifer Kadamon and his way of teaching Dueling. I really like him a lot, don't you? Harry and co. will also see what is different between Salazar Snape and Severus Snape. So keep a lookout on the next chapter. It should be out by next week… I hope! ^_^!
Wow! I managed to get more than fifty reviews!!! I know this isn't a lot, but it's an achievement for me. So thank you!!! Please continue to review, and I'll try to answer your questions.
Zara ~ Thank you! I kinda like writing about the UWIM students, but sometimes I feel that I am not writing enough of the Hogwarts crew. Glad to hear that someone likes it.
bubblegum*girl ~ Yuppie yup yup, this chapter is finally up!
Ginny Dallaire ~ we have a common view. School nowadays have too long a time slot. I wish we could change that…
Bienfoy ~ Hehe, I'm sorry. But I kinda like using such terms time and again. *sheepishly* I never considered that. So all you atheists out there, hope you don't mind.
arcee ~ Hermione is not going to discover it so soon. I intend for her to get a grip on her powers before coming with the final bomb.
Starbrite ~ Actually, I'm still considering who to put Hermione with. Any ideas?
ria ~ do you want the chart to be in a separate title or in this story itself? I'm considering to pin up one. But I need opinions…
Princess Cami ~ Thanks for the compliment =)
Sombra de Severus ~ *guilty* I get confused by the people sometimes too… Haha, I'm a bad writer…
Aemos ~ thanks for your constant reviews!
HarryPotterCC1 ~ I get kinda blur with the flurry of events too. And if you want to read some good fanfiction, I recommend that you check my favorite stories. The 'Mirror of Maybe' by Midnight Blue rocks BIG TIME!!!
Azure ~ *wary* Hiya Kiddo, Valerie and Josh aren't gonna kill me, and nope, I'm not gonna add Mother Mary into my story. *sarcastically* Sorry to let you down. And about the Angelic Host? I love them, so… *sticks out my tongue* THERE!
Kat ~ thanks for reading! Keep on reviewing. I accept both comments, and flames… especially flames (I know I'm mad) as they tell me what I have to improve on.
ace2slayer ~ who does Azrael like? *smiles* I'm sorry, but I can't divulge. But it's definitely not Hermione, so the answer's pretty obvious, ne?
mym2000 ~ thankie thankie. I love it when some appreciates my works.
Holly ~ heehee, the next chapter is up – that's why you're seeing your name here =)
mona ~ I'm sorry, but I'm rather late at posting, so you may have to wait for about a week min for one chapter… sorry!
Becky Williams ~ wow, four persons asking me to write more soon. *head bloats up* Uh oh, I think my head is getting too big for my hat *grins*. Thanks for supporting my fic!
Dragon_Lover ~ Ahh, questions… I love it when someone asks me that. Lucifer is in charge of hell, Silverdawn is the Queen of Heaven, Azrael is the Guardian of Time, and Mikael? He's the heir of the entire Wizarding World, the next King of the Universal Royal Family. Hope this helps…
Amanda ~ you wanted more? *beams* here it is!
Hope all of you guys like my fic, and have a nice day! *someone beside me complains, "Hey, that sounds so corny!"*
What can I say? I'm out of creativity!
Love,
SilverDawn.