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Authors Note: Sorry for the insanely long wait, but I had something of a Writers Block on this chapter. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it and please review.

-Chapter Fourteen-



Albus Dumbledore had been keeping an eye at his Defence Teacher and the Dark Angel throughout the entire meeting, and in his mind it was safe to say that even if those two worked together there was an old misdeed or disagreement between the two. The Light Angel on the other hand was having a good time and was making friends with all the people she met except Severus Snape, but that was to be expected. However the Angel hadn't given up on the Potion Master and was currently trying to drag him into a conversation.

"Mayon is right even though I loathe to admit it," Severus said. "You are the most annoying brat in the whole world." Bianca pouted and Albus was sure that even the Dark Lords heart would melt and he would do anything for her, but the Slytherin Head of House just raised an eyebrow and turned to his notes.

In another part of the room Mayon was talking to Arabella, Remus and Mundungus Fletcher.

"How is it that a Dark Angel refused to join one of the most powerful Dark Lords of all times?" Arabella asked.

"I believe I'll be forced to tell that tale when this break is over, Ms Figg." The Dark Angel answered courtly but there was nothing arrogant about his tone or stance. He was just pointing out a fact.

"How do you know Joyleaf and Chase?" Remus asked.

"I, Theron and Rex go way back," there seemed to be a second meaning in his words, and the secretive smile accompanying the words proved the Headmasters assumption. "And that will as well be revealed when I tell my tale."

"Is there anything we can get out of you now?" Gus asked amused.

"If you don't want to know the way Voldemort looked like when he found out that I wasn't going to help him, then no."

Albus smiled to himself. This was going to be entertaining as well as informative. Imagine all the things the could learn from an Angel.

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'You completely sure about this?' Harry asked the voice inhabiting his head. The meeting was over and he was standing at the middle of the round table, with the RAV-members anxiously waiting for his story.

'Yes, I am. You should trust me more.'

'Not after you told me to let Riddle live.'

'If I may remind you that was Fate, not me. Completely different person. You better start on the story or Moody'll attack you.' It was true, Mad-Eye Moody hadn't let him out of his sight ever since Harry had appeared.

'But I don't know Mayon's story!' Harry protested.

'It'll come to you.'

'Easy for you to say, 'you ancient, evil thing' to quote Bianca.' He sighed and looked around the room. Bianca was still trying to get Snape to talk to her and he was still ignoring her, Sirius and Remus and just about everyone else watched him curiously. Cian was looking a bit uncomfortable, but that was to be expected. He was about to reveal that the man was a vampire; and not just any vampire, but the First Vampire. 'What I get myself into!'

"As you all know my name is Mayon, and you also know that I am a Dark Angel. Now, does any of you know the meaning of my name?" he asked. "Bianca, shut up." He said before the Light Angel could even open her mouth. She sulked and Snape looked amused. "No one?"

Remus stood up and everyone turned to him. He didn't so sure if revealing the meaning of the Dark Angels name was a good thing, but an encouraging look from Mayon and he cleared his throat.

"Your name means the Black God." The werewolf said.

"Right you are, Mr Lupin." Harry looked around the room again. Some of the faces had gotten slightly suspicious looks, as if they had a feeling where this was leading. "I am sure that all of you have heard of the Dark Angel Lucifer, Son of Morning, and most of you believe that he was the first Dark Angel of them all." There were nods all around. "But you're wrong. I was the first Dark Angel."

"I knew it!" everyone looked over to Moody who had jumped up. "I knew there was something fishy about you, youngster!" The rest of the RAV- members watched in fright as the retired Auror whipped out his wand and sent a powerful Capture Curse at the Angel who just stood calmly in his place.

At the last moment possible Mayon erected a shield that flashed when the curse hit it and was absorbed. In the next second a ball of Darkness had formed in the Dark Angels hand and was thrown at Moody with an elegant gesture. Bianca made a move to interfere, but a look from Harry stopped her. The curse hit home and Moody was lifted up in the air and a full Body Bind was placed on his body.

Whit his pupil-less eyes glowing, Harry stalked over to the pissed-off Auror. His huge wings gave the impression of robes, and most of the people around the table were reminded of the Potion Master.

Harry stopped in front of Moody and glared at him.

"First of all, Mr Moody, I am older than everyone in this room, including the Light Angel. And second, don't judge on what you see. If you had let me finish my story, there would be no need for your outburst. Your heart is weak enough as it is." Harry undid the bind on the mouth to let the Auror speak.

"You have no right to do this to me, young-" Moody didn't get further as Harry shut him up again.

He walked back to the middle of the table again.

"Now, here's where it gets interesting." He continued as though nothing had happened. "At that time Atlantis still existed, and the Kings librarian, Cian, was someone I wasn't exactly too fond of. No matter what I did, Cian managed to see through it and foil my plans. In the end I cursed him and turned him into the First Vampire of them all. I did this with the help of Sarine, a dark Necromancer in those days, and now the vampires blood-god. She had longed to take over Atlantis for countless years, and Cian was one of the few who the King actually trusted and listened too. She got what she wanted. She took over Atlantis and ruled it for a hundred years."

"That's not the story we tell." Bianca spoke up.

"Oh, and who is your librarian these days?" Harry asked.

"Cassin."

"Whatever happened to Aestus?"

"He left some thousand years ago to search for other worlds."

"No wonder everything's out of order. Cassin is one of those that would change something to fit his side of something or benefit him; would make quite the Slytherin." Harry scoffed as a picture of a blonde Angel with his hear slicked back into a ponytail popped up. The Angel looked like a mix between Lockhart and Lucius Malfoy. "That idiot couldn't see the difference between a griffin and a frog even if it bit him in the ass."

"Mayon!"

"What?"

"You swore!"

"So?"

"You're an Angel!" Biance looked surprised that the man before her would use such fowl language. Always when an Angel swore, he did it by the King or some other Light thing.

"Does the word 'dark' mean anything to you?"

"Oh." The woman blushed.

"Oh indeed. Now, as I was going to say before I was interrupted for the second time," he glared at Moody and Bianca. "Sarine ruled over Atlantis for about a hundred years before she fell along with the kingdom itself. By that time the Light Angels had heard about what I had done to Cian, and they were, to put it simply, pissed off about it. Gabriel, Bianca's father, challenged me to a duel. That duel, as you might have guessed, happened right in the heart of Atlantis. He won. As an Angel, no matter if he's Light or Dark, cannot be killed, Gabriel made me a prison in the heart of the tallest mountain on the island. There were a lot of powerful enchantments put on it by dozens of Angels, but those I could easily break. However, Gabriel knew this and cast a curse upon me."

"What curse?" Arabella asked when the Dark Angel stopped.

"What? Oh, yes, the curse. Well, it bound me to my prison until someone summoned me. Not just any Dark Angel, but me specifically. Not long after the curse was cast, Atlantis sunk into the ocean and I with it. I won't describe the following 10 000 years as they were quite boring, but somewhere along the line I realised I had a mental link to one person, and that person happened to be Cian himself. The man had somehow managed to escape the catastrophe that sent Atlantis to the bottom of the sea, and had watched as his beloved island disappeared." Harry turned towards the First Vampire. "I am sorry Cian."

The RAV-members had eyes as big as dinner plates. The vampire let his fangs grow a few centimetres. He stood up and faced the Dark Angel, the light in the room illuminating his marble-like skin and making his eyes glow like a cats caught in the light of a car. The last piece of the puzzle fell into place in Severus' mind, and the Potion Master smiled slightly to himself. What a game of Hide-and-Seek they had been playing these two months.

"I'll get over it Mayon." Cian replied. "Eventually I will get over it."

"All I ask for is that you try, old friend." Harry turned back to the RAV- members. He noted with some satisfaction that even Albus himself seemed at a loss of words. "Now, back to the curse Gabriel cast on me. There was a catch. Even if someone summoned me I wouldn't be able to answer until I had realised the error of my actions and accepted the responsibility. I know it sounds corny, but that's Gabriel for you; heck, that's every Light Angel for you." Bianca glared at him, but he ignored it.

"It must've been terrible for you to have him in your head for 10 000 years." The Light Angel turned to Cian who looked highly amused. The other people around the table either looked scared or curious.

"Actually I didn't put up with him for all those years. He disappeared after about the first twenty years and I haven't heard from him until now." The vampire said. He turned to the Dark Angel. "What happened Mayon?"

"A sort of magical sleep fell over me, and thank the King it did or I might've gone crazy in that prison. In fact, I have a strong feeling that it was the King himself who sent it."

'And it was the King who sent it.' The voice told him. 'He called Mayon's soul back to sit beside his throne, an honour I tell you, and used the body of the Angel to give you one hell of a Pretender character.'

'Then why didn't the real Angels realise that I wasn't the real Mayon?' Harry asked.

'They did notice something off about you, but thought it might've been the long imprisonment that caused it. And some magical help from me didn't hurt the matter.'

'You know, you're the most brag-able person I have ever met, but I thank you for your help.'

'No problem, it was fun.'

'Yep, crazy as hell.'

'Who?'

'A certain voice that inhabits my head.' Harry replied.

'There's another voice inhabiting your head?!'

'And you're supposed to be the smart one.'

'Hey!'

Harry shook his head; it was official, the voice was completely crazy. Dumbledore and some others looked suspiciously at him, and Harry decided that it was time to disappear. Cian looked like he agreed full heartedly, but he was surrounded by people asking about vampires, his life and thousands of other things. Harry sent him an apologetic look and the First Vampire discreetly rolled his eyes.

"Well, now that everything's been cleared it is time for me to take my leave." Harry turned to Bianca who was still trying to get Snape to talk to her. The Potion Master on the other hand, looked ready to hex her. "I am sure that you can find your own way back home?"

The Light Angel growled and glared at him. Then she got an innocent look and smiled sweetly to him.

"I am only worried for you, Mayon." She said. "After all this is your first night out after a long imprisonment. The world has changed since you were here last. Wouldn't want you to fly into the Empire State Building or have an encounter with a airplane."

Cian chuckled but quickly turned it into a polite cough when Harry glared at him. Snape himself seemed to have a hard time keeping his emotionless mask on.

Harry turned back to the Light Angel.

"My dear Bianca," he began. "It is my duty to tell you that once and for all you have proved my assumptions." At the beginning of the speech Bianca had looked proud of herself, but by the end of it she just looked confused. "Now I know why Gabriel sent you along," he continued. "That comment is one of the lowest and worst I have ever heard, and I have heard many." With that he disappeared, and it was a good thing too. Not even a second later a ball of energy exploded right where he would've been.

The RAV-members chuckled while Bianca muttered something about evil in solid form to herself.

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Harry grinned to himself the next morning. Ron was sitting on his right glaring at his timetable as if it was its fault that they had a shared class with Slytherins that morning and any other. Hermione was writing a letter to Viktor Krum at the other side of the table, Neville was trying to feed Trevor, who refused and promptly jumped off the table; and Accalia and Acacia had obviously found the tone, and were comparing notes on History of Magic.

His attention went back to his friends when Ron asked where Hermione was going.

"To the owlery," she told them. "I've got to send a letter to Viktor." Ron growled but let it pass. She stood and left.

Harry looked after her, a sly look creeping over his features.

'You think it's time to introduce her to Quis?' he asked the voice.

'Why, I thought you'd never ask!'

Harry rolled his eyes and disappeared from the table. Thank heavens for the fact that their first class was History of Magic, and that Binns wouldn't notice him being gone until the bell signalled the end of class. Sometimes Harry had the feeling that even Binns himself almost was bored to death by his own lectures. He was probably right too, since the ghost looked more dead for every time they saw him.

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Hermione sighed as she entered the owlery. True, Ron and Harry were her best friends and she wouldn't change that for anything, but she just couldn't tell them everything. They knew her too well, and if she told someone else the whole school would know about it within the next five minutes, and that was definitely something she didn't need. What she needed was someone who didn't feel like her brother or sister, someone knew.

She stretched out her arm and a rested owl landed on it with a hoot. After the letter was tied to the owls leg, she sent it off. Her own owl was off with a letter to her parents, and wouldn't be back for at least another couple of days.

Just as she was going to turn back to the door she noticed a flash of light from the Forbidden Forest. In the next second birds flew out of the trees. From what she could see they looked extremely frightened.

Hermione hesitated only for a moment before she ran down the stairs, through several secret passages and out into the Entrance Hall. She opened the great doors of the school, and sneaked out without anyone noticing her. she was going to find out what was going on around her. It didn't even register with her that there could be Death Eaters out there; all she could think of was what had made the flash of light.

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'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.' Hermione thought to herself after she had been walking around in the Forest for several hours. The old panic was beginning to rise in her again, and she knew she was becoming paranoid but she couldn't help it. Luckily she had had enough brains about to put up a magical trace after entering the Forest and could easily find her way out again.

'That's it. I'm going home.' Just as she was about to turn, a painful yelp followed by an oath attracted her attention. She had a short inner debate whether or not to search for the source, but in the end she walked after the curses and oaths. 'Harry and Ron have corrupted me.'

All of this reminded her of the dream* she had just before coming to school. Even the scenery was right. She knew exactly where to go. Maybe there was something to that divination stuff.

She climbed to the top of the rocks and looked down into the little valley. At the bottom, by the brook, she sighted a creature that her mind at once recognised as a demon. The black skin with the swirl-y patterns made an impressive picture. The demon had Elf-like ears and the yellow-orange eyes were glowing slightly. The creature was examining one of his huge wings. She could clearly see several holes that tore the skin apart. The next thing she noticed was that the boy, definitely a boy, had no mouth and yet she could hear him cursing and mumbling in a strange tongue that sounded like a mix between growling and hissing.

Suddenly the demon looked up and right at her and Hermione gasped. The eyes seemed to bore straight through her and right into her soul. She quickly whipped out her wand in case this was some trick and pointed it at the boy, but already a black, slightly see-through fire had formed around his hand and he was ready to attack. The injured wing seemed to hurt him, but he tried to ignore it and the yellow eyes narrowed.

Hermione slowly made her way down the tiny track, all the time keeping an eye at the demon just as he was doing with her. Once down in the valley, she pocketed her wand and carefully made her way towards the boy. She could hear him growl warningly to her, but she just continued. She stretched her hand out towards the ruined wing, but he quickly got out of the way. The same happened the next time she tried.

"I'm not going to hurt you," she told him not sure if he would understand. "I'm going to see if it's possible to heal it."

The yellow eyes regarded her suspiciously, but this time when she got closer he stayed still. The skin under her hand was warm and seemed paper thin, yet it was also very strong. She concentrated on the wounds instead of the feel of the skin and took out her wand, ready to say a curse. However, before she could even open her mouth a strong hand quickly wrapped around her wrist. She looked the demon in the face.

(No human-magic.) She blinked as the dark voice penetrated her mind. (That will only make it worse,) the voice continued.

"D-did you just speak?"

(Of course I did! Did you think that just because I'm different from you homo sapiens, that I can't talk your language? Typical!) the demon looked offended and angry.

"I-I am sorry." Hermione said trying to make the situation better. "B-but I've never met someone like you before. It was a shock."

(Naturally you wouldn't have met someone like me before. We take great care in hiding ourselves from your kind.) The demon folded his wings on his back.

"Why?" Hermione's curiosity was getting the better of her. This demon could very well kill her with a snap of his fingers, yet she didn't leave. Imagine everything she could learn!

(Because you wizards have hunted on us as long as anyone can remember. You think that just because we look different that we're evil.) Once again his eyes pinned her to the spot. (Now, who are you?)

"H-Hermione Granger. Gryffindor prefect at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The demon snorted but she ignored it. "And who are you?"

(Ala-aliquis, Quis for short.) He looked around the clearing. Searching for the easiest way out Hermione realised.

"And why are you here?"

(I was searching for a friend of mine.)

"If you hide yourselves for humans, how is it then that I can see you?"

(I don't know. Maybe you have some special powers or something.) Quis turned to her. (Tell me witch, which way is Hogwarts?) She pointed. (Thank you.) The demon started walking in the opposite direction.

"That won't help," she told him. "That way's Hogsmeade, a wizarding village. And you won't get far with that broken wing of yours." Hermione continued matter-of-factly. "You'll be an easy meal for the animals of this forest."

(I've got to get to the Devils Triangle as soon as possible!) Quis took another step, but his legs wouldn't carry him and he fell. (How embarrassing.)

"And you're sure that my magic will only make it worse?" Hermione asked.

(Yes.)

"What is this Devils Triangle you mentioned?"

Quis looked at her suspiciously. He had pulled his long legs up to his chest and was eying her from that position, his great wings making an egg- formed den around him. Hermione took out her wand and pointed it at the ground. A whispered word and a bonfire was burning merrily between them; then she sat down and the demon relaxed, the black fire surrounding his hand had disappeared.

(I don't know what you humans call it, but for us from the Underworld it is a gateway. We can enter our own realms or exit them; we can even enter the Angels world, but that's one boring place if I've ever been to one.)

"You and the Angels aren't enemies?"

(Of course not.) Quis snorted again. (You humans have it all backwards.) He muttered.

"And where is this Devils Triangle?"

(I don't know.)

"You don't know?!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise. "How in heavens name were you thinking of getting there then?"

(When we are invisible,) Quis started to explain slowly as if talking to a child. (We see different magical nets that surround this planet. The white symbolises the Light, while the black net symbolises the Dark. In places the white net has been broken or is thin, and the black net has managed to weave itself in the Light one. That's when nincompoops like Voldemort pop up and try to take over the world. Now, the net around the Devils Triangle is grey, symbolising that its neither good nor evil. Grey tunnels in the two nets lead us to the Triangle, we don't actually see your human cities or farms or fabrics. We fly through a grey tunnel from one place to another.)

"Fascinating." The Gryffindor witch admitted. "But how did you end up here?"

(There was a hole in the tunnel, you would call it a Black Hole I believe. Where in the world are we now?)

"Somewhere north in Scotland." Hermione replied. "So, if a spacecraft flew into a Black Hole, the astronauts would find themselves in your grey tunnels?" she asked.

(Not really,) Quis replied. (You see the glowing patterns? The pressure inside the Hole is so strong that one of your spacecraft would've been squashed to the size of a molecule. Well, these patterns aren't there for decorations. The pressure is lead through them, through my body and back out into the tunnel.)

"Amazing." Hermione didn't notice that she had missed the days classes, lunch and dinner. Nor did she notice the fact that night was quickly falling and that everything around her was getting darker and darker. She wasn't completely sure yet is she could trust a demon, but her curiosity overrode that distrust. And besides, if Quis wanted to kill her, she would've been dead long before now, she was sure of it. It seemed like she had finally found a friend that she could really talk to.

Then she thought of something.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" she asked.

(I want you to tell me what you learn at these magical schools of yours.) If Quis had had lips, he would have smiled. (I've always been interested in human magic, runes, history, languages, you name it.)

"Well then," Hermione was in her element. "What do you want to know?"

(Everything you can tell me.)

"Then lets begin at the beginning."

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There, finally finished. Sorry again for the insanely long wait, and please review. And look! Quis showed up a lot sooner than expected!

Cookies to those who guess what the Devils Triangle really is called.

*If you want to know what dream I'm talking about, read chapter 8.

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