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Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait, but it's here at last. Hope you enjoy!
-Chapter Thirteen-
Severus Snape. Potion Master extraordinaire. Head of Slytherin House and one of the few spies for the Light who had managed to escape the Dark Lord with his life, was currently stalking down the corridor towards the rooms of one certain Theron Joyleaf.
He had finally gone to the Headmaster a few days ago, and told him of Chase's offer to help them and told the truth to that manipulative old badger about his newest Defence Teacher. All Dumbledore had done was first look thoughtful, then offer his a Sherbet Lemon.
'I swear, if I even smell one more of those... those... THINGS, I'll quit my job and have Voldemort behead me.' Severus growled to himself. And this time he really meant it; he really did.
After the Potion Master had none too gently declined the yellow sweet, the old coot had interrogated him on anything Chase and Joyleaf had told him. After thinking over the new information, the Headmaster had decided to bring Joyleaf to the next RAV-meeting. And of course, Severus was the one who had to invite the resident DADA Professor to the meeting.
Dumbledore really had a sadistic side.
Snape sighed when he discovered that he was standing outside the door to Joyleaf's rooms. A couple of Hufflepuff students on their way to their common room after detention, were staring weirdly at him. The Potion Master raised an elegant eyebrow and crossed his arms at his chest. The two students were out of sight within the blink of an eye. Made him wonder if those two hadn't used a potion or spell to disappear so quickly.
'Nah, Hufflepuff's aren't that smart.'
He squared his shoulders determinately and knocked quickly on the frame of the painting. The painting was one of those few who didn't move. It was displaying a vampire drinking greedily from a young woman. The whole thing nagged at Snape's mind.
'I wonder-' the Potion Master didn't get further in his musings as the painting opened to reveal a sleepy DADA Professor.
"Severus!" Joyleaf exclaimed in surprise. "What's the pressing matters that can't wait until tomorrow?"
"That offer of yours to help our side," Severus sneered. "The Headmaster decided to follow you up on it."
"Oh! Well, give me a minute to get ready. Do come in by the way." Joyleaf disappeared into the sleeping chambers as the Slytherin Head of House entered.
While the other man was getting dressed, Severus used his time alone like any other Slytheirn and looked around for things that could tell him something about the person who lived in these rooms. However, to his disappointment, he found the room completely bare except the standard couch, table, high-backed chair and the shelf.
The shelf was filled with books upon books on Defence Against the Dark Arts, even though some of these books didn't have a name at all. Those were placed right underneath each other on the left side of the shelf, and nothing seemed suspicious about it. But Severus hadn't survived spying on the Dark Lord twice just by taking things for their outer appearance.
'Never judge a book by its cover.'
However, before he had the chance to go over and check out exactly what those books contained, Joyleaf came waltzing into the room still in the process of pulling his customary white tweed-jacket on.
"Well, lead the way my dear Potion Master." Severus sneered at the other man who smirked in turn, and they were on their way.
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Dumbledore met up with them in his office, Fawkes the phoenix sitting on his shoulder.
"Ah, Theron, how nice of you to join us. I really am sorry to wake you up at this hour of the night." The Headmaster commented.
Joyleaf just smiled charmingly. Snape rolled his eyes.
"Really, Albus, I don't mind. If it can make this war stop, I'll gladly be awake for a whole year."
"By dear boy, I don't think it'll come to that, but its nice to see that you take this so seriously."
"Any war should be treated carefully and with uttermost seriousness."
Severus had a strong urge to hit his head against the wall. If the old coot offered Joyleaf tea or Sherbet Lemons, he was going to jump out the window and end his suffering.
"I am glad we agree on that, Theron." Dumbledore said. "I hope you won't mind if we test your loyalty to the Light side and make sure that you won't betray us?" it wasn't a question, it was a choice, and Joyleaf knew it. If he choose wrong he would find himself on his way back to wherever he came from with an altered memory.
"Of course I don't mind Headmaster."
'Pity.' The Potion Master thought.
"Well then," Albus mentioned happily to the phoenix. "Fawkes here will do the scan. Just look into his eyes, and let him do the rest."
Severus noted with some satisfaction that Joyleaf looked a bit nervous and pale as the phoenix flew over to him and settled on the back of a chair. But then the DADA Professor squared his shoulders and looked into the phoenix' eyes.
Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, then Fawkes flew over to his perch and started preening himself. Joyleaf gave a relived sigh and Dumbledore stood up beaming. Severus was complaining silently to himself. He had just gotten another comedian tormentor.
"This is a happy day indeed." Albus walked over to a statue of a proud griffin in the corner of his office. "If you two will follow me we will rejoin with the other members, and start the meeting." The Headmaster turned back to the griffin. "Could you open up for us, Abdo?"
The statue of the griffin came to life, and lazily looked up at the Headmaster.
"Why should I do that?" it yawned.
"Because we want to get in." Dumbledore replied.
"Why do you want to get inside?"
"We have a meeting to attend."
"Attend where?"
"In the room you're guarding."
"What's in the room I'm guarding?"
"A meeting is going to be held there and we're already late."
"Why is there a meeting, and why are you late?"
The old Headmaster rubbed the bridge of his nose, and Severus was searching for the best place to bang his head on the wall. Joyleaf and Fawkes both looked amused.
"We had to take care of some things first." Dumbledore replied. "Now please let us in."
"In where?" Abdo asked.
"Oh for heavens sake!" Snape had finally lost it. "Listen you overgrown kitten, if you don't open right now I'm going to hex you so bad that even your ancestors are going to feel it!"
"Well, if you put it that way..." Abdo yawned again and jumped down from his pedestal. The pedestal itself sunk into the floor and revealed a staircase descending into a corridor lit with torches.
"Thank you Abdo." The Headmaster said and began to climb down the stairs.
"Don't thank me," the griffin replied. "I don't fancy being hexed into oblivion by a greasy slimeball of a Slytherin."
Luckily for Abdo the Potion Master was already quite a ways down the stairs, but that didn't mean that he hadn't heard the griffins comment.
"I heard that you little rat!" Severus smirked as he got the reaction he had aimed for. The griffin hissed and spitted and cursed enough to make a sailor blush. It was quite satisfactory to insult that infuriating ball of fur. And considering that the two of them argued like that every time there was a RAV-meeting or even when the Potion Master came to the Headmaster for advice or one of Albus' 'socializing' chats, it was a very common sight by now. There was even a bet going on among the RAV-members on which one of them would attack the other first. It didn't help that matter that the Potion Master was the only one who could make the griffin open the door to the secret corridor.
Joyleaf was looking highly amused and Albus was chuckling as the opening above them closed.
"Now that the two of you have had a good laugh at my expense, can we move on?" Severus snapped after a while.
"Of course, Severus, forgive us." The Headmaster quickly sobered but his eyes were twinkling madly. "This way." The old mage sat a surprisingly fast pace down the corridor, and the two younger men had to hurry to keep up with him.
"Aha! Here we are!" Dumbledore exclaimed after a couple of minutes of walking.
In front of them was two huge oak-doors; carved out with animals, dragons, trees, Elves, dwarves, wizards and witches and even a couple of vampires, it made an impressive sight.
Dumbledore opened the doors and entered quickly followed by Severus and Joyleaf. The room was filled with people standing here and there chatting together, but when they saw the door open they had gone quiet and when the Headmaster had entered they had scurried to find their seats at the round table in the middle of the room.
Severus briefly wondered what would happen when Joyleaf saw Black walking around as if it was the most normal thing, but was quickly disappointed when all the DADA Professor did was to raise his eyebrows, then sit down beside Dumbledore. The Potion Master shook his head then sat down in his customary seat and waited for the meeting to begin. Chase must've told Joyleaf about Black's innocence.
When everyone were seated, Dumbledore stood up and mentioned for silence.
"Now, I really am sorry for having to keep you all waiting, but I assure you that this was important." He then mentioned for Joyleaf to stand up. "You all know our resident Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I presume." Most of the people nodded. "Good, now Mr Joyleaf here has some contacts that could help our side greatly in the upcoming war with Voldemort. Today he's here just to observe and see where he and his friends could be of use; maybe, if we're lucky, they will decide to join the Resistance." Joyleaf sat down again. "Now, anyone got anything they want to ask the Professor? Yes, Arabella?"
The woman stood up.
"What could Mr Joyleaf himself do for us? Not his friends or acquaintances, but him?"
Severus applauded the woman. Hard to believe she had once been a Hufflepuff. How she had ended up in that House was beyond him, as she didn't like to work hard, seldom would give anyone a second chance, and the word 'patience' didn't even exist in her vocabulary. She would've been a perfect Slytherin, or maybe Gryffindor. It just proved his suspicions that the Sorting Hat had just as a sadistic humour as the old Headmaster.
But he had to admit that he was interested in the answer that Joyleaf would give to that question.
"I am a Telepath and Mind Reader." Came the calm answer.
Well that answered that question. Joyleaf wasn't all he turned out to be. Severus quickly imagined a solid wall of pure light build up in his minds eye, then he connected the wall to his own magic and with a slight pang of pain in his temples the wall was up. Now the Mind Reader couldn't read his thoughts even if he used magic. It was a powerful Dark Arts spell that Severus had used, it even blocked out vampires.
The Slytherin Head of House looked around the table. Most people were wincing in pain as their own walls were popping into place, Lupin was explaining to Black what to do and how to do it. Mad-Eye Moody was carefully keeping his magical eye at the door while the other one watched Joyleaf just as carefully.
"Well, that is a useful trait." Arabella said when people had calmed down again. "Tell me, who was Sirius' first lover?" That was another reason the Potion Master liked Arabella Figg. She used her brain for more than a stupid sport or an idiotic prank.
To Severus' surprise, Black blushed doing a fairly good imitation of the Gryffindor House banner than hung in the Great Hall.
"Now, now, children, play nice!" Dumbledore said. "Gus, do you have anything to report?"
Mundungus Fletcher stood up to speak. The man had been a Slytherin in Snape's year, and Severus had been the one who had convinced him to change sides. Now he was one of Fudge's most trusted people and advisors. The man was devious as hell, but looked like someone's favourite uncle; all smiles and friendly words. Much like Dumbledore.
"Yes, actually I do." This caught everyone's attention. "It seems as though the Dark Lord tried to summon a Dark Angel on Halloween." This provoked disbelieving looks and even some gasps from those sitting around the table. Severus himself had to fight not to let his mouth drop open and drool like Black was currently doing. Joyleaf, he noted, looked suddenly interested in this information, and all the man's attention went to Gus.
"Well, what happened Fletcher?" Mad-Eye Moody said impatiently after a while. "We do not have the time of the world here."
"I'm getting to that Moody." Gus sneered. "He succeeded in calling the Dark Angel, however what he didn't count on was the Angel refusing to help him. Even if he offered a Light Angel and Malfoy's brat."
Joyleaf let out the breath he had been holding, and everyone turned to him. He smiled.
"It seems as if the Dark Lord has finally met up with Mayon." He offered as an explanation. "By the way, Mayon himself should be here soon to meet you," the man added.
"Riiiiigggghhhht." Arabella said suspiciously, obviously not believing the man. Joyleaf just shrugged. "Did anyone even notice Malfoy jr. disappearing?" she asked the room.
"The Slytherin Quidditch Team had a practice four days ago," Severus spoke up for the first time.
"I watched them," Black cut in and Snape glared. "Malfoy jr. was tailing the Snitch for a while, then he followed it into the Forbidden Forest. Came out fiver minutes later with the Snitch in his hand."
"Gods above, Black, why didn't you tell us before?"
"Keep the black hole you call a mouth shut, Snape! I had no idea that something would happen."
"Did it ever occur to you that any Quidditch ball, when in use, was charmed to stay inside the Quidditch pitch's borders?"
"AAAAHHHH!!!! Get away you crazy woman!!!"
"What did I do this time?!" Arabella asked.
"Nothing my dear," Joyleaf said, an amused smile on his lips. "I think that would be Mayon."
"Stay away from me!" the voice came from everywhere at once, and every person in the room kept glancing around trying to spot the talker. "I'm warning you!"
"Oh, come on!" the second voice was softer than the first. "You're no fun."
"I'm not here to have... fun." Severus could just imagine the sneer on the face of the talker when the person said the last word. "I'm here to end a war. Hey! Don't even think about it!"
"Blah, blah, blah. You'd think that all the time you spent alone would have made you want to socialize with people."
"Stop pestering me you little parasite! Go get a hobby or something."
"Good idea-"
"That does NOT involve annoying me to hell."
"Awww, you're no fun."
"You already said that."
"You know what? You're evil."
"No, really?" the sarcasm wasn't lost on the people in the room. "YYAAAAHHH!!!! What did I tell you about attacking me?"
"I wasn't attacking you, I was hugging you." It was pointed out matter-of- factly.
"Same thing!" there was a slight pause. "Listen girl, I will not be held accountable if something happens to you. Your father sent you with me, but at YOUR. OWN. RISK!"
"So?"
"So that means I could kick your ass from here and into the next eon, and not get the blame for it."
"Y-you w-wouldn't do s-something like that t-to a g-girl, would you?"
"Try me." There was a longer silence. "Thank the King! And did anyone ever tell you that you're terrible at puppy-dog eyes?"
A ball of light and a ball of darkness began forming right over the middle of the table. They grew and grew, then began to take form. The black one became a man and the light one became a woman.
The man was tall, even taller than Snape, and two black majestic wings rested neatly against his back. The woman on the other hand, was a couple of inches shorter than Severus, but she too had wings resting neatly against her back; hers were white as snow.
"You are an old, ancient evil thing!" the woman exclaimed.
"Creative insults, my dear, but we have an audience." The man mentioned to the perplexed RAV-members.
This time, even Severus couldn't keep his mouth from falling open in shock. Black, Lupin and several others seemed close to fainting; only Dumbledore and Joyleaf managed to keep their composure throughout the whole thing.
"Mayon." Joyleaf stood up.
"Theron!" the Dark Angel glided over to the DADA teacher. "How have you been since last time we saw each other?"
"Very well, thank you." Was it his imagination, or did Joyleaf sound slightly stiff and cold?
The male Angel sighed.
"You still aren't over that?" he asked in a sad voice.
"It is hard, even if it is in the past."
"Lets talk afterwards," the Dark Angel, Mayon, suggested. "There are other things we need to discuss as well. For now let me introduce to all of you Bianca," he waived his hand towards the Light Angel. She made a show out of bowing. "The most annoying little brat on the whole planet, maybe universe." The bow stopped and she glared at him.
"Um, yes well," the Headmaster began. "Why don't the two of you take a seat and the meeting can progress?" two chairs popped out thin air, but the two Angels declined them and started to float around above the heads of the RAV-members.
'What the hell have we gotten ourselves into this time?' Severus asked himself, then turned his attention to the meeting. He didn't notice Mayon flying right above him and smiling in amusement.
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There! Again sorry for the long wait, but I'm trying my best here.
Most of Mayon's history should be revealed in the next chapter, and I think that Quis'll pop up in the chapter after that.
About the fact that Harry managed to trick the Angels. It's going to be explained in the next chapter I think. Be patient.
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Special thanks to:
life: Thanks for the lesson on Angels.
Rogue1615: Point that thing somewhere else. Or I'll send Rex Chase after you!
And to Rachel A. Prongs: You're right. Those are blood-types, not DNA. But this is wizards we're talking about. Lets say that their DNA is just like their blood-type.
Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait, but it's here at last. Hope you enjoy!
-Chapter Thirteen-
Severus Snape. Potion Master extraordinaire. Head of Slytherin House and one of the few spies for the Light who had managed to escape the Dark Lord with his life, was currently stalking down the corridor towards the rooms of one certain Theron Joyleaf.
He had finally gone to the Headmaster a few days ago, and told him of Chase's offer to help them and told the truth to that manipulative old badger about his newest Defence Teacher. All Dumbledore had done was first look thoughtful, then offer his a Sherbet Lemon.
'I swear, if I even smell one more of those... those... THINGS, I'll quit my job and have Voldemort behead me.' Severus growled to himself. And this time he really meant it; he really did.
After the Potion Master had none too gently declined the yellow sweet, the old coot had interrogated him on anything Chase and Joyleaf had told him. After thinking over the new information, the Headmaster had decided to bring Joyleaf to the next RAV-meeting. And of course, Severus was the one who had to invite the resident DADA Professor to the meeting.
Dumbledore really had a sadistic side.
Snape sighed when he discovered that he was standing outside the door to Joyleaf's rooms. A couple of Hufflepuff students on their way to their common room after detention, were staring weirdly at him. The Potion Master raised an elegant eyebrow and crossed his arms at his chest. The two students were out of sight within the blink of an eye. Made him wonder if those two hadn't used a potion or spell to disappear so quickly.
'Nah, Hufflepuff's aren't that smart.'
He squared his shoulders determinately and knocked quickly on the frame of the painting. The painting was one of those few who didn't move. It was displaying a vampire drinking greedily from a young woman. The whole thing nagged at Snape's mind.
'I wonder-' the Potion Master didn't get further in his musings as the painting opened to reveal a sleepy DADA Professor.
"Severus!" Joyleaf exclaimed in surprise. "What's the pressing matters that can't wait until tomorrow?"
"That offer of yours to help our side," Severus sneered. "The Headmaster decided to follow you up on it."
"Oh! Well, give me a minute to get ready. Do come in by the way." Joyleaf disappeared into the sleeping chambers as the Slytherin Head of House entered.
While the other man was getting dressed, Severus used his time alone like any other Slytheirn and looked around for things that could tell him something about the person who lived in these rooms. However, to his disappointment, he found the room completely bare except the standard couch, table, high-backed chair and the shelf.
The shelf was filled with books upon books on Defence Against the Dark Arts, even though some of these books didn't have a name at all. Those were placed right underneath each other on the left side of the shelf, and nothing seemed suspicious about it. But Severus hadn't survived spying on the Dark Lord twice just by taking things for their outer appearance.
'Never judge a book by its cover.'
However, before he had the chance to go over and check out exactly what those books contained, Joyleaf came waltzing into the room still in the process of pulling his customary white tweed-jacket on.
"Well, lead the way my dear Potion Master." Severus sneered at the other man who smirked in turn, and they were on their way.
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Dumbledore met up with them in his office, Fawkes the phoenix sitting on his shoulder.
"Ah, Theron, how nice of you to join us. I really am sorry to wake you up at this hour of the night." The Headmaster commented.
Joyleaf just smiled charmingly. Snape rolled his eyes.
"Really, Albus, I don't mind. If it can make this war stop, I'll gladly be awake for a whole year."
"By dear boy, I don't think it'll come to that, but its nice to see that you take this so seriously."
"Any war should be treated carefully and with uttermost seriousness."
Severus had a strong urge to hit his head against the wall. If the old coot offered Joyleaf tea or Sherbet Lemons, he was going to jump out the window and end his suffering.
"I am glad we agree on that, Theron." Dumbledore said. "I hope you won't mind if we test your loyalty to the Light side and make sure that you won't betray us?" it wasn't a question, it was a choice, and Joyleaf knew it. If he choose wrong he would find himself on his way back to wherever he came from with an altered memory.
"Of course I don't mind Headmaster."
'Pity.' The Potion Master thought.
"Well then," Albus mentioned happily to the phoenix. "Fawkes here will do the scan. Just look into his eyes, and let him do the rest."
Severus noted with some satisfaction that Joyleaf looked a bit nervous and pale as the phoenix flew over to him and settled on the back of a chair. But then the DADA Professor squared his shoulders and looked into the phoenix' eyes.
Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, then Fawkes flew over to his perch and started preening himself. Joyleaf gave a relived sigh and Dumbledore stood up beaming. Severus was complaining silently to himself. He had just gotten another comedian tormentor.
"This is a happy day indeed." Albus walked over to a statue of a proud griffin in the corner of his office. "If you two will follow me we will rejoin with the other members, and start the meeting." The Headmaster turned back to the griffin. "Could you open up for us, Abdo?"
The statue of the griffin came to life, and lazily looked up at the Headmaster.
"Why should I do that?" it yawned.
"Because we want to get in." Dumbledore replied.
"Why do you want to get inside?"
"We have a meeting to attend."
"Attend where?"
"In the room you're guarding."
"What's in the room I'm guarding?"
"A meeting is going to be held there and we're already late."
"Why is there a meeting, and why are you late?"
The old Headmaster rubbed the bridge of his nose, and Severus was searching for the best place to bang his head on the wall. Joyleaf and Fawkes both looked amused.
"We had to take care of some things first." Dumbledore replied. "Now please let us in."
"In where?" Abdo asked.
"Oh for heavens sake!" Snape had finally lost it. "Listen you overgrown kitten, if you don't open right now I'm going to hex you so bad that even your ancestors are going to feel it!"
"Well, if you put it that way..." Abdo yawned again and jumped down from his pedestal. The pedestal itself sunk into the floor and revealed a staircase descending into a corridor lit with torches.
"Thank you Abdo." The Headmaster said and began to climb down the stairs.
"Don't thank me," the griffin replied. "I don't fancy being hexed into oblivion by a greasy slimeball of a Slytherin."
Luckily for Abdo the Potion Master was already quite a ways down the stairs, but that didn't mean that he hadn't heard the griffins comment.
"I heard that you little rat!" Severus smirked as he got the reaction he had aimed for. The griffin hissed and spitted and cursed enough to make a sailor blush. It was quite satisfactory to insult that infuriating ball of fur. And considering that the two of them argued like that every time there was a RAV-meeting or even when the Potion Master came to the Headmaster for advice or one of Albus' 'socializing' chats, it was a very common sight by now. There was even a bet going on among the RAV-members on which one of them would attack the other first. It didn't help that matter that the Potion Master was the only one who could make the griffin open the door to the secret corridor.
Joyleaf was looking highly amused and Albus was chuckling as the opening above them closed.
"Now that the two of you have had a good laugh at my expense, can we move on?" Severus snapped after a while.
"Of course, Severus, forgive us." The Headmaster quickly sobered but his eyes were twinkling madly. "This way." The old mage sat a surprisingly fast pace down the corridor, and the two younger men had to hurry to keep up with him.
"Aha! Here we are!" Dumbledore exclaimed after a couple of minutes of walking.
In front of them was two huge oak-doors; carved out with animals, dragons, trees, Elves, dwarves, wizards and witches and even a couple of vampires, it made an impressive sight.
Dumbledore opened the doors and entered quickly followed by Severus and Joyleaf. The room was filled with people standing here and there chatting together, but when they saw the door open they had gone quiet and when the Headmaster had entered they had scurried to find their seats at the round table in the middle of the room.
Severus briefly wondered what would happen when Joyleaf saw Black walking around as if it was the most normal thing, but was quickly disappointed when all the DADA Professor did was to raise his eyebrows, then sit down beside Dumbledore. The Potion Master shook his head then sat down in his customary seat and waited for the meeting to begin. Chase must've told Joyleaf about Black's innocence.
When everyone were seated, Dumbledore stood up and mentioned for silence.
"Now, I really am sorry for having to keep you all waiting, but I assure you that this was important." He then mentioned for Joyleaf to stand up. "You all know our resident Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, I presume." Most of the people nodded. "Good, now Mr Joyleaf here has some contacts that could help our side greatly in the upcoming war with Voldemort. Today he's here just to observe and see where he and his friends could be of use; maybe, if we're lucky, they will decide to join the Resistance." Joyleaf sat down again. "Now, anyone got anything they want to ask the Professor? Yes, Arabella?"
The woman stood up.
"What could Mr Joyleaf himself do for us? Not his friends or acquaintances, but him?"
Severus applauded the woman. Hard to believe she had once been a Hufflepuff. How she had ended up in that House was beyond him, as she didn't like to work hard, seldom would give anyone a second chance, and the word 'patience' didn't even exist in her vocabulary. She would've been a perfect Slytherin, or maybe Gryffindor. It just proved his suspicions that the Sorting Hat had just as a sadistic humour as the old Headmaster.
But he had to admit that he was interested in the answer that Joyleaf would give to that question.
"I am a Telepath and Mind Reader." Came the calm answer.
Well that answered that question. Joyleaf wasn't all he turned out to be. Severus quickly imagined a solid wall of pure light build up in his minds eye, then he connected the wall to his own magic and with a slight pang of pain in his temples the wall was up. Now the Mind Reader couldn't read his thoughts even if he used magic. It was a powerful Dark Arts spell that Severus had used, it even blocked out vampires.
The Slytherin Head of House looked around the table. Most people were wincing in pain as their own walls were popping into place, Lupin was explaining to Black what to do and how to do it. Mad-Eye Moody was carefully keeping his magical eye at the door while the other one watched Joyleaf just as carefully.
"Well, that is a useful trait." Arabella said when people had calmed down again. "Tell me, who was Sirius' first lover?" That was another reason the Potion Master liked Arabella Figg. She used her brain for more than a stupid sport or an idiotic prank.
To Severus' surprise, Black blushed doing a fairly good imitation of the Gryffindor House banner than hung in the Great Hall.
"Now, now, children, play nice!" Dumbledore said. "Gus, do you have anything to report?"
Mundungus Fletcher stood up to speak. The man had been a Slytherin in Snape's year, and Severus had been the one who had convinced him to change sides. Now he was one of Fudge's most trusted people and advisors. The man was devious as hell, but looked like someone's favourite uncle; all smiles and friendly words. Much like Dumbledore.
"Yes, actually I do." This caught everyone's attention. "It seems as though the Dark Lord tried to summon a Dark Angel on Halloween." This provoked disbelieving looks and even some gasps from those sitting around the table. Severus himself had to fight not to let his mouth drop open and drool like Black was currently doing. Joyleaf, he noted, looked suddenly interested in this information, and all the man's attention went to Gus.
"Well, what happened Fletcher?" Mad-Eye Moody said impatiently after a while. "We do not have the time of the world here."
"I'm getting to that Moody." Gus sneered. "He succeeded in calling the Dark Angel, however what he didn't count on was the Angel refusing to help him. Even if he offered a Light Angel and Malfoy's brat."
Joyleaf let out the breath he had been holding, and everyone turned to him. He smiled.
"It seems as if the Dark Lord has finally met up with Mayon." He offered as an explanation. "By the way, Mayon himself should be here soon to meet you," the man added.
"Riiiiigggghhhht." Arabella said suspiciously, obviously not believing the man. Joyleaf just shrugged. "Did anyone even notice Malfoy jr. disappearing?" she asked the room.
"The Slytherin Quidditch Team had a practice four days ago," Severus spoke up for the first time.
"I watched them," Black cut in and Snape glared. "Malfoy jr. was tailing the Snitch for a while, then he followed it into the Forbidden Forest. Came out fiver minutes later with the Snitch in his hand."
"Gods above, Black, why didn't you tell us before?"
"Keep the black hole you call a mouth shut, Snape! I had no idea that something would happen."
"Did it ever occur to you that any Quidditch ball, when in use, was charmed to stay inside the Quidditch pitch's borders?"
"AAAAHHHH!!!! Get away you crazy woman!!!"
"What did I do this time?!" Arabella asked.
"Nothing my dear," Joyleaf said, an amused smile on his lips. "I think that would be Mayon."
"Stay away from me!" the voice came from everywhere at once, and every person in the room kept glancing around trying to spot the talker. "I'm warning you!"
"Oh, come on!" the second voice was softer than the first. "You're no fun."
"I'm not here to have... fun." Severus could just imagine the sneer on the face of the talker when the person said the last word. "I'm here to end a war. Hey! Don't even think about it!"
"Blah, blah, blah. You'd think that all the time you spent alone would have made you want to socialize with people."
"Stop pestering me you little parasite! Go get a hobby or something."
"Good idea-"
"That does NOT involve annoying me to hell."
"Awww, you're no fun."
"You already said that."
"You know what? You're evil."
"No, really?" the sarcasm wasn't lost on the people in the room. "YYAAAAHHH!!!! What did I tell you about attacking me?"
"I wasn't attacking you, I was hugging you." It was pointed out matter-of- factly.
"Same thing!" there was a slight pause. "Listen girl, I will not be held accountable if something happens to you. Your father sent you with me, but at YOUR. OWN. RISK!"
"So?"
"So that means I could kick your ass from here and into the next eon, and not get the blame for it."
"Y-you w-wouldn't do s-something like that t-to a g-girl, would you?"
"Try me." There was a longer silence. "Thank the King! And did anyone ever tell you that you're terrible at puppy-dog eyes?"
A ball of light and a ball of darkness began forming right over the middle of the table. They grew and grew, then began to take form. The black one became a man and the light one became a woman.
The man was tall, even taller than Snape, and two black majestic wings rested neatly against his back. The woman on the other hand, was a couple of inches shorter than Severus, but she too had wings resting neatly against her back; hers were white as snow.
"You are an old, ancient evil thing!" the woman exclaimed.
"Creative insults, my dear, but we have an audience." The man mentioned to the perplexed RAV-members.
This time, even Severus couldn't keep his mouth from falling open in shock. Black, Lupin and several others seemed close to fainting; only Dumbledore and Joyleaf managed to keep their composure throughout the whole thing.
"Mayon." Joyleaf stood up.
"Theron!" the Dark Angel glided over to the DADA teacher. "How have you been since last time we saw each other?"
"Very well, thank you." Was it his imagination, or did Joyleaf sound slightly stiff and cold?
The male Angel sighed.
"You still aren't over that?" he asked in a sad voice.
"It is hard, even if it is in the past."
"Lets talk afterwards," the Dark Angel, Mayon, suggested. "There are other things we need to discuss as well. For now let me introduce to all of you Bianca," he waived his hand towards the Light Angel. She made a show out of bowing. "The most annoying little brat on the whole planet, maybe universe." The bow stopped and she glared at him.
"Um, yes well," the Headmaster began. "Why don't the two of you take a seat and the meeting can progress?" two chairs popped out thin air, but the two Angels declined them and started to float around above the heads of the RAV-members.
'What the hell have we gotten ourselves into this time?' Severus asked himself, then turned his attention to the meeting. He didn't notice Mayon flying right above him and smiling in amusement.
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There! Again sorry for the long wait, but I'm trying my best here.
Most of Mayon's history should be revealed in the next chapter, and I think that Quis'll pop up in the chapter after that.
About the fact that Harry managed to trick the Angels. It's going to be explained in the next chapter I think. Be patient.
Thanks to:
WolfMoon, griffin, Forever Fan, Tiger Eyes, RJLL, Silver Earth Dragon, True2j, Ice-Phoenix, BloodRedSword, Arianne, Lady Foxfire, Akima, Ashley, Bookworm, coconut-ice agent h/h, Lady Phoenix Gryffindor, life, Harry and Hermione's Daughter, Rachel A. Prongs, Blood Wi'tch, Naia, DaBear, Glasen Dauthi, Witchmaster, WeasleyTwinsLover1112, bubblegum*girl, Sugar Quill, Fair Lady Ravenclaw, Rogue1615, Katy999, Loki666, Dragonhope, Thelvyn, SSSRoaB, insane, USA Tiger, daemonwolf, Potter-Freak123 and magipoet00.
Special thanks to:
life: Thanks for the lesson on Angels.
Rogue1615: Point that thing somewhere else. Or I'll send Rex Chase after you!
And to Rachel A. Prongs: You're right. Those are blood-types, not DNA. But this is wizards we're talking about. Lets say that their DNA is just like their blood-type.
