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Authors Note: I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this as well.
EXTRA AUTHORS NOTE: People seem to have misunderstood me. The Halloween feast at Hogwarts is going on at the same time Harry/Mayon pisses Voldie off. Harry was on his way to the Great Hall and the feast, when the Dark Lord used some serious Dark Magic and his scar started to burn.
-Chapter Twelve-
In all outward appearances he was calm and collected as always, but inside Voldemort was beginning to wonder if this had been such a good idea. The Dark Angel hadn't removed his eyes from the Dark Lord, pinning the man to the spot with the intensity of the look.
"Release me." The two words were growled darkly by the Dark Angel.
The Heir of Slytherin suddenly realised that the Death Eaters were still chanting. He quickly go them to stop and shut up.
Everyone were watching the winged creatures every move. What would happen next?
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'WHAT?!' Harry exclaimed. 'You mean to tell me that I have this perfect chance of kicking Voldie's ass to the seventh hell and stop this war, and you won't allow me that pleasure?'
'Harry, it's not his time to go and you're not ready to kill anyone, not even the Dark Lord.' The voice replied. 'Harry trust me on this one.'
'TRUST YOU?!!!! You're telling me that a bloody murdering maniac is to live! How the hell can I trust you?!!!!!!'
'Harry...' the voice warned.
'He killed my parents, for heavens sake!'
'Harry--'
'He has killed hundreds of other people!'
'Harry!'
'He killed Cedric and one of his henchmen is the key to freeing my godfather!' Harry began to lift his hand, palm pointing to the Dark Lord, when a force surrounded him and his arm was stuck to his side. "Release me." Harry didn't realise that he had spoken out loud until Voldemort signalled to his Death Eaters, and the chant stopped.
'Listen to me, young man!' the new voice belonged to a female. It sounded old, yet young; serious yet filled with mischief; but most of all it was angry. 'I am Fate, and I am the one who decides when it is time for someone to leave Earth and pass on to the realm beyond. Now, you're going to do as we tell you and not kill Riddle until we give you permission to do so. Understood?'
'But-' Harry began.
'UNDERSTOOD?'
'Yes ma'am.' Harry growled.
'Good, now turn your attention back to the situation at hand.' The normal voice was back. 'I'll be here with you and will guide you through the whole thing.'
Harry blinked and looked around. In front of him Voldemort was standing, and he had to suppress an overwhelming urge to kill the monster right now. All around them Death Eaters stood, some looking death warmed over, but all of them were staring at him with wide eyes. He turned his attention back to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort hadn't changed much since their last encounter. He wasn't as skinny as before and his red eyes twinkled like Dumbledore's but in an evil way. Riddle had one of his hands in his robe-pocket, clutching his wand as if it was a lifeline.
'Heavens give me strength,' he thought to himself before letting his facial features relax slightly. "It warms my black heart to see so much Darkness gathered in one place; especially among mortal humans. Quite a feat." His voice was sweet as honey. It flowed over the Death Eaters like black silk, calming their high-strung nerves and lessening the suspense in the room. "Who calls?" Harry asked hating every minute of the whole thing.
"Voldemort, Lord of the Dark."
"Why does he call?"
"To ask help from the Dark Angels." Voldemort seemed to have a tough time saying the word 'help'.
"And what does he offer in return?"
"A Light Angel as well as one of his own."
"What is my name?" Harry asked.
'That's it Harry, if he doesn't know your name you have no reason or bonds that hold you here and you're free to go back to Hogwarts,' the voice told him.
Voldemort looked surprised and the Death Eaters were nervously watching the whole scene. How the hell could their Master know the name of the Dark Angel? The Dark creature was going to kill them if their Lord didn't guess right, they were sure of it.
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For once in his life as a Dark Lord, Riddle was speechless. How was he to know the name of this creature? None of the Dark Angels had been seen since the Four Founders of Hogwarts had parted ways.
The Dark Lord decided to take this logically, and drew up on all his knowledge of the Dark to aid him in this task.
The Dark Angel in front of him didn't seem to fit the name 'Lucifer, Son of Morning'; he fit more something that began with an 'm'. Marius... Mayrion... Mayron... Mayon! Yes, that sounded and felt right.
But what did it mean?
Voldemort sighed silently. If he didn't say the name, the meaning of the name and the rank this Dark Angel held within the forces of the Dark; he was as good as dead. The creature would take his soul back with him to hell, and that was the end of his dream to take over the world and kill all mudbloods and Muggles.
'The Black God,' a dark, powerful voice whispered in the Dark Lords mind. The voice had appeared shortly after he had began to study the Dark Arts in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and had since then helped him many times and Voldemort trusted the voice like no one else.
"Mayon, the Black God, the darkest of the Dark Angels."
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'What do you have to say in your defence, voice?' Harry growled as the Dark Lord spoke.
'I had no idea that that dark idiot was going to meddle with my plans.'
'What dark idiot?'
'An old fiend of mine.' The voice replied quickly. 'You better react soon or Snakeface over there is going to suspect something.'
'I hate you.' Harry told the voice then let his wings stretch as much as possible in the room. The Death Eaters tensed again and the Dark Lord looked like he was about to turn into another Mad-Eye Moody. 'Hmmm, I can definitely have fun helping Riddle to loose his head.'
'I hope you don't mean that literally.'
Harry didn't answer. Instead he let a small evil smile take residence on his face, and his pupil-less eyes glowed wildly. Voldemort and his minions took a step back, ready to bolt for the doors if something had gone wrong.
"I was beginning to wonder if I had been completely forgotten over the eras that have passed since Atlantis."
After getting over the shock that they weren't going to die, the Death Eaters began to whisper amongst themselves. This creature had seen Atlantis? It was that old? They weren't going to die? He had seen Atlantis!? were some of the questions that ran around their heads.
Voldemort himself, looked a bit surprised.
"You have seen Atlantis?" the Dark Lord asked.
"Yes I did," Harry replied. 'I really hate it when you take over my tongue.'
'This is important,' the voice replied. 'Trust me.'
"How was it?" a daring Death Eater asked curiously.
"Rather pathetic to tell the truth," Harry replied. He hated every word leaving his mouth. The other occupants in the room looked shocked. "All they ever did was practice their 'Light' magic; there was no Dark Angels either, that is until I popped up. I was the first of them, Lucifer still hadn't even thought about changing sides. Pathetic human-loving fool."
"W-what happened?" another Death Eater dared to ask. It was Malfoy senior. The man wasn't too surprised that the Dark Angel in front of them talked like he did. There had been some books in the Malfoy Manor library that had spoken of an Angel going to the Dark side long before Lucifer had, but until now he had thought it was fiction. The books had said something about this Dark Angel being the most ruthless of them all, not having any respect for anyone or anything. A wild, free, and dangerous creature that did as he wanted.
"By that time Lucifer had began to sway and the other Angels thought it was time to wipe me out for good. But there's a problem with that, an Angel cannot be killed or destroyed, so they locked be up with spells and enchantments and who knows what else and a powerful curse was cast over me by Gabriel, I'm sure you've all heard of the idiot." Harry took a deep breath. It was very weird, for as he told the story he got memories shoved into his head. Memories of other Angels, of happenings, of Atlantis, of the battle that had finally turned Mayon Dark, and hundreds of other things.
'Harry, you can go through those memories later. We need to finish this first.'
'Tell me what happened to Mayon and how in the name of the Light I ended up with his shape as one of my Pretender forms.'
'Later. I promise on my vow to the Light.'
'I'll hold you to that promise.' Harry growled to the voice, then shifted his attention back tot eh Dark Lord and his minions. "This curse bound me to my prison until someone summoned me; not just any Dark Angel, but me specially."
'There's more to that curse but I'll tell you about that another time,' the voice told him. 'Right now we need to get to the part where you claim to see their offerings to you.'
"Now, you, Voldemort, said something about offerings?" it was more a command than a question and the Dark Lord knew it.
Riddle shook himself out of his thoughts, and sent a grim smile Harry's way. It looked more like a grimace.
"Right this way Dark Angel." He said and mentioned towards the door behind him. "Death Eaters," the Dark Lord turned to his followers, "go and celebrate for a successful summoning. Malfoy, Nott, Avery and Crabbe and Goyle, come with us."
'Well, well, well,' Harry thought in amusement. 'Who'd have thought that the Dark Lord was afraid of being left alone with a Dark Angel?'
'If you were in the same position, you'd be afraid too Harry.' The voice told him sternly as they followed Riddle out the room and down a dark corridor. Crabbe and Goyle walked two steps behind the Dark Lord, while Malfoy, Nott and Avery walked three steps behind Harry who was walking in the middle of the group.
'He certainly knows his followers well. Malfoy, Nott and Avery are some of the most powerful wizards he has in his ranks, and could probably bind me if they put their mind to it and worked together. And Crabbe and Goyle are physically strong and can easily beat me up and defend him. It's just too bad that Riddle underestimates the Slytherin ambition in Malfoy, Avery and Nott. Those three would gladly see him fall without lifting a finger to prevent it, and then take his place as a Dark Lord.'
'That's why Crabbe and Goyle are with us,' the voice told him. 'Those two would follow him blindly to the end of the world. I'm rather surprised that they managed to worm their way out of Azkaban.'
Voldemort stopped in front of a heavily decorated oak-door, tapped it with his wand three times and the door opened. He entered first, followed quickly by Crabbe and Goyle.
'What will I find inside?' Harry asked the voice.
'Wait and see,' it replied. 'But remember not to loose your mask and that I'll be with you all the way.'
Harry realised that the Dark Lord was waiting for him to enter, watching him curiously and a bit suspiciously.
"Just thinking of a way to get my wings through the door," he told Riddle.
'Use Mayon's powers, and at the same time convince that Dark Idiot that there'll be no use trying to capture and hold you as a prisoner.'
'Wonderful idea old chap.' Harry sent a devious smile towards the Dark Lord, implying that he knew what Riddle had been thinking of. Then he concentrated on a special memory and began to walk towards the door. He was too tall to get through without bowing down a great deal and with the wings it as even worse. The Dark Lord himself had had to lower his head to get through. But Harry just kept on walking and walked straight through the wall. He sighed in content once on the other side. "How wonderful it feels to finally be able to use my powers once again."
The Death Eaters and Voldemort looked at him in surprise, then at each other. But Harry paid them no mind. He was more concerned with the two people who had been in the room before they had arrived.
One was Draco Malfoy. The young boy was standing in the middle of a cage of sorts. The cage had bars on all four sides and reminded Harry of the Muggle prisons he had occasionally seen on TV. The blonde Slytherin was wearing a white robe with intricate golden patterns all over. He was also watching Harry with fear clearly written on his face.
'We are well on our way to turning him to the Light side, Harry.' The voice told him. 'The seed's been planted and has grown marvellously. All he needs is a last push, which I will give him when the time is right.'
Instead of responding, Harry turned his attention to the other cage across the room. A young woman stood inside, watching him carefully with her chocolate brown eyes. Her auburn hair fell richly to her shoulder blades, framing her pale face. Her white wings stuck up over her shoulders and were more elegant and feminine than his. A pure white robe tied with a golden rope around the waist completed the picture.
Harry glided silently towards her. Something in Mayon's memories bugged him; this woman, though ancient for mortal humans, was still much younger that Mayon himself. She reminded him of someone, someone that Mayon had once hated.
Suddenly it clicked and he began to laugh.
"Buono ginilo verso la Luce e denominilo un angelo! Gabriel, infine siete riuscito a soropreserli!" (Well turn me towards the Light and call me an Angel! Gabriel, you have finally managed to surprise me!) He couldn't help speaking Italian. If the memory served him right, Italian was Gabriel's favourite human language.
"Conoscete il mio padre?" (You know my father?) the Light Angel asked curiously.
"Imprisoned me, ragazza! Ma veda chi ora ha la risata di las!" (He imprisoned me, girl! But see who has the last laugh now!) Harry replied angrily.
Voldemort, the Death Eaters and the young Malfoy were watching the exchange with growing interest. Obviously this was something personal between the two Angels, and excellent blackmail material.
"Siete Mayon?!" (You're Mayon?!) the girl exclaimed. But she didn't sound scared or angry, just curious to the extreme. Her wings had begun to stretch in and out in her excitement.
"Sì sono. Ed il vostro name è?" (Yes I am. And your name is?) Harry asked.
"Bianca."
"Well, Bianca," Harry told her in normal English. "You are coming with me right now. I have a little score to settle with your father." He snapped his fingers and the bars of the cage melted away.
Voldemort looked furious, while the other six where watching the whole scene in surprise.
"You are not going to help me out?" the Dark Lord demanded.
"I've got better things to do now that I'm free, than help a wannabe Dark Lord. I might tell you that it's failing miserably." Harry sneered as he gripped Bianca's arm. He hoped that this would work. He needed to come in contact with the other Angels, wherever they were, and get them to help him.
"What about the obligation you have when someone summons you?" Malfoy senior asked.
"Fiction, I assure you. Lucifer had, and still has, a bit of a obsession with bonds." He got ready to use the Angel way of apparating out of this place, the shadows were beginning to weave around him and the Light Angel who was struggling fiercely.
The Dark Lord was by now livid. He whipped his wand out and had cast a curse at the Dark Angel within the blink of an eye.
Harry managed to block the curse, but he had to let go of Bianca's arm and she used this opportunity to disappear in a flash of bright light. Harry cursed to himself and began to fight fire with fire. He sent curses upon curses at Voldemort, Malfoy, Nott, Avery, Crabbe and Goyle, but they had the upper hand. Even with the knowledge of all of Mayon's centuries helping him out, Harry couldn't win.
In the end he got hit by a Dark curse that would weaken his magic considerably.
'Blasted!'
'Harry, you must get out now! Call the shadows to you and command them to drop you in the forest halfway to Hogwarts. After the forest and all the way to the school, there's a landscape without a single tree in sight and you can fly to the school.'
Harry commanded the shadows to come to him, he asked them for help and in the end he was surrounded by shadows. The huge ball of Darkness pulsated once then was gone.
"Malfoy, get your brat out of that cage and send him back to school." Voldemort commanded trying not to release his anger yet. If he did, he would most likely kill everyone in the room and he didn't want to loose some of his most powerful allies. "The rest of you get out of my sight and leave me alone!"
The Death Eaters hurried to do what they were told, leaving a fuming Dark Lord in the now empty room.
'I am going to find you Mayon. And then I'm going to make you wish you had stayed in that prison of yours for all eternity!'
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Harry had to lean against a tree when he finally appeared at the edge of the forest. The Faréèn, the Angel way of travelling, had taken more out of him that he liked and it took a few minutes before he managed to collect himself enough to make the flight to Hogwarts.
'First of all, voice,' Harry growled to the thing inhabiting his head. 'Why didn't you tell me that that summoner--summoned-bond-thingy was a total fraud?!'
'Else you would've up and left at once, and who'd have pissed the Dark Lord off then? Besides, Bianca is going to play a big part in this war from now on. All you have to do is introduce her to Dumbledore's group, the RAV; and Cian too of course.'
'Of course.' Harry thought sarcastically as he tried out the huge black wings. It took some tries before he got the hang of it, but after that it came easily. He felt as comfortable in the air as ever, and it calmed his nerves a bit. 'How long will it take me to reach Hogwarts, and how long does this curse of Voldemort's last anyway?'
'You'll reach Hogwarts tomorrow night, just in time for the RAV-meeting. And that curse should be gone by then too.'
'What's gone on at Hogwarts since I went on this suicide mission?' he asked as he flew over the plains. Harry kept himself at ten feet above the ground so that he could quickly duck into the tall grass in case someone came by.
'Nothing much. The Halloween feast is over, nothing happened, Snape didn't come in a costume and threatened to hex Dumbledore into oblivion if he tried to do anything to him throughout the evening. Nothing out of the ordinary.'
'Well aren't they lucky.' He sighed. Why couldn't his life be like that?
'Come on Harry, don't get all depressed on me now.'
'Easy for you to say. How long until dawn?'
'A couple of hours.' The voice replied. '99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of be-'
'You're singing horribly off-key, and why do you sing?'
'I need something to do on the journey to Hogwarts. 99 bottles of beer-'
'Oh good God.'
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'65 bottles of beer on the wall, 65 bo-'
'For heavens sake SHUT UP!!!!'
'Well, someone's grumpy. And you made me loose my count, now I have to start all over again!' the voice whined.
'Do that and I swear I'll go kiss a Dementor and you can try to stop Riddle on your own.'
When there was no sound from the voice, Harry let out the breath he hadn't know that he was holding. Apparently he wasn't going to go crazy this time either.
The black wings were still going strong, sending him quickly forwards. Without the voices' off-key singing, he could enjoy the scenery. As long as he could see there was only hills upon hills covered in green grass swaying in the small breeze. He hadn't felt this peaceful in a very long time.
Suddenly something flew past him, missing his left wing with inches, and got stuck in the ground. It turned out to be a spear made out of gold, the point was made out of pure light that had been manipulated into soling material.
Harry turned quickly and looked around wildly, but he couldn't see anything. He knew that spear; or better said, Mayon knew that spear. It had been made countless eons ago by Hefaistos, the master smith. And it had belonged to Gabriel.
He kept himself in the air, refusing to panic or to run. He needed to talk to the Light Angels, and especially Gabriel.
A ball of light suddenly appeared from thin air, and Harry had to duck quickly in order to avoid it. Another ball quickly followed it, and then yet another. He was having a hard time to avoid all the attacks, but Harry refused to use his powers. He needed to show the Light Angels that he only wanted to talk.
Out of nowhere golden threads of light began to make their way towards him and began to wrap around his body. One took care of his wrists, binding them painfully tight together, another his legs. Luckily none came to bind his wings.
Harry's first instinct was to attack or get out of there, but he kept his rising panic in check and stared calmly at the threads as they bound his hands and feet.
'Well, if you wanted to talk to the Angels, you've got your wish.' The voice commented as several flashes of light revealed ten Angels, Bianca amongst them.
'No shit Sherlock, thank you for that accurate observation.'
The Angel right in front of him was Gabriel. He hadn't changed since last time they met, still looking like somewhere in his twenties. He regarded Harry coolly through stern chocolate brown eyes, but there was no anger or hatred in that look.
"So Mayon, we meet again."
"Indeed we do Gabriel," Harry replied. "Time has been lenient on you. It even granted you with a beautiful daughter." He nodded towards Bianca who was standing behind her father. The other ten Light Angels were watching him like hawks, their spears ready at a moments notice.
Gabriel smiled a nearly unnoticeable smile.
"Even after all this time you still have kept your perfect manners." His eyes got a faraway look in them, then he focused again on the present. "And now you're back. Has the spell really worked Mayon, or did you manage to break it?"
"Who could break a curse cast by you, Gabriel? Or are you still as modest, still as noble as ever?"
"Well, I see you haven't lost your sharp tongue yet, which is a good sign." Gabriel laughed outright and snapped his fingers. The bonds around Harry's wrists and ankles disappeared. "Come, let us walk and talk like we used to all those centuries ago. You must tell me why you are back."
They landed in the grass and Gabriel led Harry a little ways from the rest of the group. The other Angels settled down, but kept a careful watch on the two lone figures. Bianca had flown over to her fathers spear, and was in the process of trying to get it out of the ground.
"Is it really so bad that the second part of the spell came into play?" the Light Angel asked.
"Worse," Harry replied. "Voldemort has managed to triple his power since his last rise, and the British Ministry of Magic refuses to believe in his return. The Order of the Overgrown Roasted Chicken-"
"Phoenix, Mayon. The Order of the Phoenix."
"That's what I said. Well, they aren't exactly what you'd call 'organized'. From what I heard they managed to convince themselves that one of the best fighters for your side, Rex Chase, was a Dark Lord; and tried to do him in. The only one who has done something about this is the White Bumblebee, Albus Dumbledore."
"Why do you call it my side? Isn't it yours too now?"
"I'm not here nor there, Gabriel." Harry looked towards the moon. "I don't belong anywhere anymore. Not in Heaven, nor in Hell." Gabriel watched him, and he began to feel uneasy. "I think it's time that the Angels began to meddle in human affairs again. And besides I know you've been, forgive the mortal term, dying to use your fighting skills."
"And you have a plan I assume?"
"Dumbledore has a group of his own; the Resistance Against Voldemort, I believe it is called. And they're having a meeting tomorrow night. I'm sure you can guess the rest from that."
"I know I shouldn't let you do this, nor go free before clearing yourself with the King of the Light; but something inside me tells me this is the right thing to do." Gabriel looked at him again and Harry met the gaze with a steady one of his own. "I cannot believe I'm letting you go."
"That's the spirit. After all, what would the world be without a Mayon in it?"
"But you are not going alone."
"Spoilsport."
"I'm sending my daughter along with you."
The two of them turned towards Bianca who was still struggling with the spear.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Harry protested. "I'm going to go mad before we even reach the bloody school, let alone get Dumbledore to listen to us!"
"It's either with her, or you don't go at all." Gabrial said in that annoying I-really-mean-this-and-that's-final way of his.
'Harry, remember what I told you about Bianca being an important part of this war?'
'Alright, alright,' Harry replied and the voice settled down again. "Alright, Gabriel, I'll take her with me. But it's on her own neck, I'm not going to play babysitter." He told the Light Angel, who smiled.
"I know you aren't; you always came and went as it pleased you, wild and free, and no one could find you if they didn't want to." Gabriel looked searchingly at him. "You have changed greatly Mayon, and it isn't just the long imprisonment. Something else has happened with you, but I cannot figure out exactly what. And what is this curse?" he looked at Harry's aura where, mingled with the gold and silver, several black threads could be seen.
"Voldemort cast a Magic Weakening Curse on me, it should be gone by tomorrow evening."
"No wonder you didn't hide from us; you knew that we would come for you once you got out, but I'm also suspecting you wanted us to find you."
"One of life's great mysteries, Gabriel," Harry deadpanned and the other Angel dropped the subject.
"Well, if that's all I won't keep you from your mission." Gabriel smiled to him, called to the other Angels, explained the situation to Bianca and then disappeared.
Harry watched the sky for a moment, then turned towards the other person left. Bianca was still trying to extract her fathers spear, but wasn't having much luck. If he could, Harry would've rolled his eyes right now.
He growled and walked over to the Light Angel, and pushed her out of the way. He got a good grip on the handle of the spear, and with a mighty yank had pulled it out of the ground.
"Wow. You're strong!"
"Thank you for that assessment, now could we please get on with it?" Harry asked her irritably. "I have work to do, and I am sure you have some female friends at home with whom you want to giggle and gossip."
Bianca glared at him jumped into the air and started flying.
"You're going in the wrong direction." Harry told her calmly. He held Gabriel's spear in both his hand and was bombarded with memories from Mayon's past life. 'When we get back, you really must clear it up for me.' He told the voice as Bianca joined him and they began to fly towards the south.
'I promise, now your main concern is to get to that RAV-meeting in time.'
'Easier said than done.' Harry replied.
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First off all let me tell you that I have minimum knowledge about the angels from the Bible or any other scriptures. I'm an atheist myself, and although I have nothing against any kind of religion I'm not exactly interested in it. So please, if I did something wrong or if something of the stuff in this chapter offences you, accept my apologies and don't flame.
Most of the stuff about the Dark and Light Angels is invented, and comes from the part of my brain where all the ideas for stories are brewing. In other words: my dreams. Now please review and tell me what you think of this chapter.
Oh, and one more thing. I've been asked when Quis will show up; well, don't worry, he'll be here soon. I'm planning to have him pop up within the next five chapters.
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LATIN:
Albus: white
Dumbledore: bumblebee
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Authors Note: I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this as well.
EXTRA AUTHORS NOTE: People seem to have misunderstood me. The Halloween feast at Hogwarts is going on at the same time Harry/Mayon pisses Voldie off. Harry was on his way to the Great Hall and the feast, when the Dark Lord used some serious Dark Magic and his scar started to burn.
-Chapter Twelve-
In all outward appearances he was calm and collected as always, but inside Voldemort was beginning to wonder if this had been such a good idea. The Dark Angel hadn't removed his eyes from the Dark Lord, pinning the man to the spot with the intensity of the look.
"Release me." The two words were growled darkly by the Dark Angel.
The Heir of Slytherin suddenly realised that the Death Eaters were still chanting. He quickly go them to stop and shut up.
Everyone were watching the winged creatures every move. What would happen next?
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'WHAT?!' Harry exclaimed. 'You mean to tell me that I have this perfect chance of kicking Voldie's ass to the seventh hell and stop this war, and you won't allow me that pleasure?'
'Harry, it's not his time to go and you're not ready to kill anyone, not even the Dark Lord.' The voice replied. 'Harry trust me on this one.'
'TRUST YOU?!!!! You're telling me that a bloody murdering maniac is to live! How the hell can I trust you?!!!!!!'
'Harry...' the voice warned.
'He killed my parents, for heavens sake!'
'Harry--'
'He has killed hundreds of other people!'
'Harry!'
'He killed Cedric and one of his henchmen is the key to freeing my godfather!' Harry began to lift his hand, palm pointing to the Dark Lord, when a force surrounded him and his arm was stuck to his side. "Release me." Harry didn't realise that he had spoken out loud until Voldemort signalled to his Death Eaters, and the chant stopped.
'Listen to me, young man!' the new voice belonged to a female. It sounded old, yet young; serious yet filled with mischief; but most of all it was angry. 'I am Fate, and I am the one who decides when it is time for someone to leave Earth and pass on to the realm beyond. Now, you're going to do as we tell you and not kill Riddle until we give you permission to do so. Understood?'
'But-' Harry began.
'UNDERSTOOD?'
'Yes ma'am.' Harry growled.
'Good, now turn your attention back to the situation at hand.' The normal voice was back. 'I'll be here with you and will guide you through the whole thing.'
Harry blinked and looked around. In front of him Voldemort was standing, and he had to suppress an overwhelming urge to kill the monster right now. All around them Death Eaters stood, some looking death warmed over, but all of them were staring at him with wide eyes. He turned his attention back to the Dark Lord.
Voldemort hadn't changed much since their last encounter. He wasn't as skinny as before and his red eyes twinkled like Dumbledore's but in an evil way. Riddle had one of his hands in his robe-pocket, clutching his wand as if it was a lifeline.
'Heavens give me strength,' he thought to himself before letting his facial features relax slightly. "It warms my black heart to see so much Darkness gathered in one place; especially among mortal humans. Quite a feat." His voice was sweet as honey. It flowed over the Death Eaters like black silk, calming their high-strung nerves and lessening the suspense in the room. "Who calls?" Harry asked hating every minute of the whole thing.
"Voldemort, Lord of the Dark."
"Why does he call?"
"To ask help from the Dark Angels." Voldemort seemed to have a tough time saying the word 'help'.
"And what does he offer in return?"
"A Light Angel as well as one of his own."
"What is my name?" Harry asked.
'That's it Harry, if he doesn't know your name you have no reason or bonds that hold you here and you're free to go back to Hogwarts,' the voice told him.
Voldemort looked surprised and the Death Eaters were nervously watching the whole scene. How the hell could their Master know the name of the Dark Angel? The Dark creature was going to kill them if their Lord didn't guess right, they were sure of it.
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For once in his life as a Dark Lord, Riddle was speechless. How was he to know the name of this creature? None of the Dark Angels had been seen since the Four Founders of Hogwarts had parted ways.
The Dark Lord decided to take this logically, and drew up on all his knowledge of the Dark to aid him in this task.
The Dark Angel in front of him didn't seem to fit the name 'Lucifer, Son of Morning'; he fit more something that began with an 'm'. Marius... Mayrion... Mayron... Mayon! Yes, that sounded and felt right.
But what did it mean?
Voldemort sighed silently. If he didn't say the name, the meaning of the name and the rank this Dark Angel held within the forces of the Dark; he was as good as dead. The creature would take his soul back with him to hell, and that was the end of his dream to take over the world and kill all mudbloods and Muggles.
'The Black God,' a dark, powerful voice whispered in the Dark Lords mind. The voice had appeared shortly after he had began to study the Dark Arts in his fifth year at Hogwarts, and had since then helped him many times and Voldemort trusted the voice like no one else.
"Mayon, the Black God, the darkest of the Dark Angels."
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'What do you have to say in your defence, voice?' Harry growled as the Dark Lord spoke.
'I had no idea that that dark idiot was going to meddle with my plans.'
'What dark idiot?'
'An old fiend of mine.' The voice replied quickly. 'You better react soon or Snakeface over there is going to suspect something.'
'I hate you.' Harry told the voice then let his wings stretch as much as possible in the room. The Death Eaters tensed again and the Dark Lord looked like he was about to turn into another Mad-Eye Moody. 'Hmmm, I can definitely have fun helping Riddle to loose his head.'
'I hope you don't mean that literally.'
Harry didn't answer. Instead he let a small evil smile take residence on his face, and his pupil-less eyes glowed wildly. Voldemort and his minions took a step back, ready to bolt for the doors if something had gone wrong.
"I was beginning to wonder if I had been completely forgotten over the eras that have passed since Atlantis."
After getting over the shock that they weren't going to die, the Death Eaters began to whisper amongst themselves. This creature had seen Atlantis? It was that old? They weren't going to die? He had seen Atlantis!? were some of the questions that ran around their heads.
Voldemort himself, looked a bit surprised.
"You have seen Atlantis?" the Dark Lord asked.
"Yes I did," Harry replied. 'I really hate it when you take over my tongue.'
'This is important,' the voice replied. 'Trust me.'
"How was it?" a daring Death Eater asked curiously.
"Rather pathetic to tell the truth," Harry replied. He hated every word leaving his mouth. The other occupants in the room looked shocked. "All they ever did was practice their 'Light' magic; there was no Dark Angels either, that is until I popped up. I was the first of them, Lucifer still hadn't even thought about changing sides. Pathetic human-loving fool."
"W-what happened?" another Death Eater dared to ask. It was Malfoy senior. The man wasn't too surprised that the Dark Angel in front of them talked like he did. There had been some books in the Malfoy Manor library that had spoken of an Angel going to the Dark side long before Lucifer had, but until now he had thought it was fiction. The books had said something about this Dark Angel being the most ruthless of them all, not having any respect for anyone or anything. A wild, free, and dangerous creature that did as he wanted.
"By that time Lucifer had began to sway and the other Angels thought it was time to wipe me out for good. But there's a problem with that, an Angel cannot be killed or destroyed, so they locked be up with spells and enchantments and who knows what else and a powerful curse was cast over me by Gabriel, I'm sure you've all heard of the idiot." Harry took a deep breath. It was very weird, for as he told the story he got memories shoved into his head. Memories of other Angels, of happenings, of Atlantis, of the battle that had finally turned Mayon Dark, and hundreds of other things.
'Harry, you can go through those memories later. We need to finish this first.'
'Tell me what happened to Mayon and how in the name of the Light I ended up with his shape as one of my Pretender forms.'
'Later. I promise on my vow to the Light.'
'I'll hold you to that promise.' Harry growled to the voice, then shifted his attention back tot eh Dark Lord and his minions. "This curse bound me to my prison until someone summoned me; not just any Dark Angel, but me specially."
'There's more to that curse but I'll tell you about that another time,' the voice told him. 'Right now we need to get to the part where you claim to see their offerings to you.'
"Now, you, Voldemort, said something about offerings?" it was more a command than a question and the Dark Lord knew it.
Riddle shook himself out of his thoughts, and sent a grim smile Harry's way. It looked more like a grimace.
"Right this way Dark Angel." He said and mentioned towards the door behind him. "Death Eaters," the Dark Lord turned to his followers, "go and celebrate for a successful summoning. Malfoy, Nott, Avery and Crabbe and Goyle, come with us."
'Well, well, well,' Harry thought in amusement. 'Who'd have thought that the Dark Lord was afraid of being left alone with a Dark Angel?'
'If you were in the same position, you'd be afraid too Harry.' The voice told him sternly as they followed Riddle out the room and down a dark corridor. Crabbe and Goyle walked two steps behind the Dark Lord, while Malfoy, Nott and Avery walked three steps behind Harry who was walking in the middle of the group.
'He certainly knows his followers well. Malfoy, Nott and Avery are some of the most powerful wizards he has in his ranks, and could probably bind me if they put their mind to it and worked together. And Crabbe and Goyle are physically strong and can easily beat me up and defend him. It's just too bad that Riddle underestimates the Slytherin ambition in Malfoy, Avery and Nott. Those three would gladly see him fall without lifting a finger to prevent it, and then take his place as a Dark Lord.'
'That's why Crabbe and Goyle are with us,' the voice told him. 'Those two would follow him blindly to the end of the world. I'm rather surprised that they managed to worm their way out of Azkaban.'
Voldemort stopped in front of a heavily decorated oak-door, tapped it with his wand three times and the door opened. He entered first, followed quickly by Crabbe and Goyle.
'What will I find inside?' Harry asked the voice.
'Wait and see,' it replied. 'But remember not to loose your mask and that I'll be with you all the way.'
Harry realised that the Dark Lord was waiting for him to enter, watching him curiously and a bit suspiciously.
"Just thinking of a way to get my wings through the door," he told Riddle.
'Use Mayon's powers, and at the same time convince that Dark Idiot that there'll be no use trying to capture and hold you as a prisoner.'
'Wonderful idea old chap.' Harry sent a devious smile towards the Dark Lord, implying that he knew what Riddle had been thinking of. Then he concentrated on a special memory and began to walk towards the door. He was too tall to get through without bowing down a great deal and with the wings it as even worse. The Dark Lord himself had had to lower his head to get through. But Harry just kept on walking and walked straight through the wall. He sighed in content once on the other side. "How wonderful it feels to finally be able to use my powers once again."
The Death Eaters and Voldemort looked at him in surprise, then at each other. But Harry paid them no mind. He was more concerned with the two people who had been in the room before they had arrived.
One was Draco Malfoy. The young boy was standing in the middle of a cage of sorts. The cage had bars on all four sides and reminded Harry of the Muggle prisons he had occasionally seen on TV. The blonde Slytherin was wearing a white robe with intricate golden patterns all over. He was also watching Harry with fear clearly written on his face.
'We are well on our way to turning him to the Light side, Harry.' The voice told him. 'The seed's been planted and has grown marvellously. All he needs is a last push, which I will give him when the time is right.'
Instead of responding, Harry turned his attention to the other cage across the room. A young woman stood inside, watching him carefully with her chocolate brown eyes. Her auburn hair fell richly to her shoulder blades, framing her pale face. Her white wings stuck up over her shoulders and were more elegant and feminine than his. A pure white robe tied with a golden rope around the waist completed the picture.
Harry glided silently towards her. Something in Mayon's memories bugged him; this woman, though ancient for mortal humans, was still much younger that Mayon himself. She reminded him of someone, someone that Mayon had once hated.
Suddenly it clicked and he began to laugh.
"Buono ginilo verso la Luce e denominilo un angelo! Gabriel, infine siete riuscito a soropreserli!" (Well turn me towards the Light and call me an Angel! Gabriel, you have finally managed to surprise me!) He couldn't help speaking Italian. If the memory served him right, Italian was Gabriel's favourite human language.
"Conoscete il mio padre?" (You know my father?) the Light Angel asked curiously.
"Imprisoned me, ragazza! Ma veda chi ora ha la risata di las!" (He imprisoned me, girl! But see who has the last laugh now!) Harry replied angrily.
Voldemort, the Death Eaters and the young Malfoy were watching the exchange with growing interest. Obviously this was something personal between the two Angels, and excellent blackmail material.
"Siete Mayon?!" (You're Mayon?!) the girl exclaimed. But she didn't sound scared or angry, just curious to the extreme. Her wings had begun to stretch in and out in her excitement.
"Sì sono. Ed il vostro name è?" (Yes I am. And your name is?) Harry asked.
"Bianca."
"Well, Bianca," Harry told her in normal English. "You are coming with me right now. I have a little score to settle with your father." He snapped his fingers and the bars of the cage melted away.
Voldemort looked furious, while the other six where watching the whole scene in surprise.
"You are not going to help me out?" the Dark Lord demanded.
"I've got better things to do now that I'm free, than help a wannabe Dark Lord. I might tell you that it's failing miserably." Harry sneered as he gripped Bianca's arm. He hoped that this would work. He needed to come in contact with the other Angels, wherever they were, and get them to help him.
"What about the obligation you have when someone summons you?" Malfoy senior asked.
"Fiction, I assure you. Lucifer had, and still has, a bit of a obsession with bonds." He got ready to use the Angel way of apparating out of this place, the shadows were beginning to weave around him and the Light Angel who was struggling fiercely.
The Dark Lord was by now livid. He whipped his wand out and had cast a curse at the Dark Angel within the blink of an eye.
Harry managed to block the curse, but he had to let go of Bianca's arm and she used this opportunity to disappear in a flash of bright light. Harry cursed to himself and began to fight fire with fire. He sent curses upon curses at Voldemort, Malfoy, Nott, Avery, Crabbe and Goyle, but they had the upper hand. Even with the knowledge of all of Mayon's centuries helping him out, Harry couldn't win.
In the end he got hit by a Dark curse that would weaken his magic considerably.
'Blasted!'
'Harry, you must get out now! Call the shadows to you and command them to drop you in the forest halfway to Hogwarts. After the forest and all the way to the school, there's a landscape without a single tree in sight and you can fly to the school.'
Harry commanded the shadows to come to him, he asked them for help and in the end he was surrounded by shadows. The huge ball of Darkness pulsated once then was gone.
"Malfoy, get your brat out of that cage and send him back to school." Voldemort commanded trying not to release his anger yet. If he did, he would most likely kill everyone in the room and he didn't want to loose some of his most powerful allies. "The rest of you get out of my sight and leave me alone!"
The Death Eaters hurried to do what they were told, leaving a fuming Dark Lord in the now empty room.
'I am going to find you Mayon. And then I'm going to make you wish you had stayed in that prison of yours for all eternity!'
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Harry had to lean against a tree when he finally appeared at the edge of the forest. The Faréèn, the Angel way of travelling, had taken more out of him that he liked and it took a few minutes before he managed to collect himself enough to make the flight to Hogwarts.
'First of all, voice,' Harry growled to the thing inhabiting his head. 'Why didn't you tell me that that summoner--summoned-bond-thingy was a total fraud?!'
'Else you would've up and left at once, and who'd have pissed the Dark Lord off then? Besides, Bianca is going to play a big part in this war from now on. All you have to do is introduce her to Dumbledore's group, the RAV; and Cian too of course.'
'Of course.' Harry thought sarcastically as he tried out the huge black wings. It took some tries before he got the hang of it, but after that it came easily. He felt as comfortable in the air as ever, and it calmed his nerves a bit. 'How long will it take me to reach Hogwarts, and how long does this curse of Voldemort's last anyway?'
'You'll reach Hogwarts tomorrow night, just in time for the RAV-meeting. And that curse should be gone by then too.'
'What's gone on at Hogwarts since I went on this suicide mission?' he asked as he flew over the plains. Harry kept himself at ten feet above the ground so that he could quickly duck into the tall grass in case someone came by.
'Nothing much. The Halloween feast is over, nothing happened, Snape didn't come in a costume and threatened to hex Dumbledore into oblivion if he tried to do anything to him throughout the evening. Nothing out of the ordinary.'
'Well aren't they lucky.' He sighed. Why couldn't his life be like that?
'Come on Harry, don't get all depressed on me now.'
'Easy for you to say. How long until dawn?'
'A couple of hours.' The voice replied. '99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of be-'
'You're singing horribly off-key, and why do you sing?'
'I need something to do on the journey to Hogwarts. 99 bottles of beer-'
'Oh good God.'
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'65 bottles of beer on the wall, 65 bo-'
'For heavens sake SHUT UP!!!!'
'Well, someone's grumpy. And you made me loose my count, now I have to start all over again!' the voice whined.
'Do that and I swear I'll go kiss a Dementor and you can try to stop Riddle on your own.'
When there was no sound from the voice, Harry let out the breath he hadn't know that he was holding. Apparently he wasn't going to go crazy this time either.
The black wings were still going strong, sending him quickly forwards. Without the voices' off-key singing, he could enjoy the scenery. As long as he could see there was only hills upon hills covered in green grass swaying in the small breeze. He hadn't felt this peaceful in a very long time.
Suddenly something flew past him, missing his left wing with inches, and got stuck in the ground. It turned out to be a spear made out of gold, the point was made out of pure light that had been manipulated into soling material.
Harry turned quickly and looked around wildly, but he couldn't see anything. He knew that spear; or better said, Mayon knew that spear. It had been made countless eons ago by Hefaistos, the master smith. And it had belonged to Gabriel.
He kept himself in the air, refusing to panic or to run. He needed to talk to the Light Angels, and especially Gabriel.
A ball of light suddenly appeared from thin air, and Harry had to duck quickly in order to avoid it. Another ball quickly followed it, and then yet another. He was having a hard time to avoid all the attacks, but Harry refused to use his powers. He needed to show the Light Angels that he only wanted to talk.
Out of nowhere golden threads of light began to make their way towards him and began to wrap around his body. One took care of his wrists, binding them painfully tight together, another his legs. Luckily none came to bind his wings.
Harry's first instinct was to attack or get out of there, but he kept his rising panic in check and stared calmly at the threads as they bound his hands and feet.
'Well, if you wanted to talk to the Angels, you've got your wish.' The voice commented as several flashes of light revealed ten Angels, Bianca amongst them.
'No shit Sherlock, thank you for that accurate observation.'
The Angel right in front of him was Gabriel. He hadn't changed since last time they met, still looking like somewhere in his twenties. He regarded Harry coolly through stern chocolate brown eyes, but there was no anger or hatred in that look.
"So Mayon, we meet again."
"Indeed we do Gabriel," Harry replied. "Time has been lenient on you. It even granted you with a beautiful daughter." He nodded towards Bianca who was standing behind her father. The other ten Light Angels were watching him like hawks, their spears ready at a moments notice.
Gabriel smiled a nearly unnoticeable smile.
"Even after all this time you still have kept your perfect manners." His eyes got a faraway look in them, then he focused again on the present. "And now you're back. Has the spell really worked Mayon, or did you manage to break it?"
"Who could break a curse cast by you, Gabriel? Or are you still as modest, still as noble as ever?"
"Well, I see you haven't lost your sharp tongue yet, which is a good sign." Gabriel laughed outright and snapped his fingers. The bonds around Harry's wrists and ankles disappeared. "Come, let us walk and talk like we used to all those centuries ago. You must tell me why you are back."
They landed in the grass and Gabriel led Harry a little ways from the rest of the group. The other Angels settled down, but kept a careful watch on the two lone figures. Bianca had flown over to her fathers spear, and was in the process of trying to get it out of the ground.
"Is it really so bad that the second part of the spell came into play?" the Light Angel asked.
"Worse," Harry replied. "Voldemort has managed to triple his power since his last rise, and the British Ministry of Magic refuses to believe in his return. The Order of the Overgrown Roasted Chicken-"
"Phoenix, Mayon. The Order of the Phoenix."
"That's what I said. Well, they aren't exactly what you'd call 'organized'. From what I heard they managed to convince themselves that one of the best fighters for your side, Rex Chase, was a Dark Lord; and tried to do him in. The only one who has done something about this is the White Bumblebee, Albus Dumbledore."
"Why do you call it my side? Isn't it yours too now?"
"I'm not here nor there, Gabriel." Harry looked towards the moon. "I don't belong anywhere anymore. Not in Heaven, nor in Hell." Gabriel watched him, and he began to feel uneasy. "I think it's time that the Angels began to meddle in human affairs again. And besides I know you've been, forgive the mortal term, dying to use your fighting skills."
"And you have a plan I assume?"
"Dumbledore has a group of his own; the Resistance Against Voldemort, I believe it is called. And they're having a meeting tomorrow night. I'm sure you can guess the rest from that."
"I know I shouldn't let you do this, nor go free before clearing yourself with the King of the Light; but something inside me tells me this is the right thing to do." Gabriel looked at him again and Harry met the gaze with a steady one of his own. "I cannot believe I'm letting you go."
"That's the spirit. After all, what would the world be without a Mayon in it?"
"But you are not going alone."
"Spoilsport."
"I'm sending my daughter along with you."
The two of them turned towards Bianca who was still struggling with the spear.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Harry protested. "I'm going to go mad before we even reach the bloody school, let alone get Dumbledore to listen to us!"
"It's either with her, or you don't go at all." Gabrial said in that annoying I-really-mean-this-and-that's-final way of his.
'Harry, remember what I told you about Bianca being an important part of this war?'
'Alright, alright,' Harry replied and the voice settled down again. "Alright, Gabriel, I'll take her with me. But it's on her own neck, I'm not going to play babysitter." He told the Light Angel, who smiled.
"I know you aren't; you always came and went as it pleased you, wild and free, and no one could find you if they didn't want to." Gabriel looked searchingly at him. "You have changed greatly Mayon, and it isn't just the long imprisonment. Something else has happened with you, but I cannot figure out exactly what. And what is this curse?" he looked at Harry's aura where, mingled with the gold and silver, several black threads could be seen.
"Voldemort cast a Magic Weakening Curse on me, it should be gone by tomorrow evening."
"No wonder you didn't hide from us; you knew that we would come for you once you got out, but I'm also suspecting you wanted us to find you."
"One of life's great mysteries, Gabriel," Harry deadpanned and the other Angel dropped the subject.
"Well, if that's all I won't keep you from your mission." Gabriel smiled to him, called to the other Angels, explained the situation to Bianca and then disappeared.
Harry watched the sky for a moment, then turned towards the other person left. Bianca was still trying to extract her fathers spear, but wasn't having much luck. If he could, Harry would've rolled his eyes right now.
He growled and walked over to the Light Angel, and pushed her out of the way. He got a good grip on the handle of the spear, and with a mighty yank had pulled it out of the ground.
"Wow. You're strong!"
"Thank you for that assessment, now could we please get on with it?" Harry asked her irritably. "I have work to do, and I am sure you have some female friends at home with whom you want to giggle and gossip."
Bianca glared at him jumped into the air and started flying.
"You're going in the wrong direction." Harry told her calmly. He held Gabriel's spear in both his hand and was bombarded with memories from Mayon's past life. 'When we get back, you really must clear it up for me.' He told the voice as Bianca joined him and they began to fly towards the south.
'I promise, now your main concern is to get to that RAV-meeting in time.'
'Easier said than done.' Harry replied.
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First off all let me tell you that I have minimum knowledge about the angels from the Bible or any other scriptures. I'm an atheist myself, and although I have nothing against any kind of religion I'm not exactly interested in it. So please, if I did something wrong or if something of the stuff in this chapter offences you, accept my apologies and don't flame.
Most of the stuff about the Dark and Light Angels is invented, and comes from the part of my brain where all the ideas for stories are brewing. In other words: my dreams. Now please review and tell me what you think of this chapter.
Oh, and one more thing. I've been asked when Quis will show up; well, don't worry, he'll be here soon. I'm planning to have him pop up within the next five chapters.
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LATIN:
Albus: white
Dumbledore: bumblebee
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