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Authors Note: Here's chapter fifteen. Hope you enjoy and please review.

-Chapter Fifteen-
Hermione yawned and looked at her watch.

"Holy heavens!" she yelled jumping to her feet. Quis had also jumped to his feet and was combing the darkness around them for the foe. "I'm sorry for scaring you," she told the demon, "but I've got to run. I cannot believe I've just missed a complete days worth of school! Oh, gods, Harry and Ron must be worried sick!"

(Don't tell me you're thinking about going into the forest in this darkness?!)

"I have to. I've got to get back!" she started towards the trail that would take her out of the valley.

(You humans are even weirder than I thought.) Quis mumbled and started walking after her.

"Where do you think you're going with that wing of yours?" Ok, she admitted it: she had become quite protective and fond of the demon. There was nothing wrong with that.

(If you're going through the forest in this darkness I'm going with you.) He told her. (Someone's got to watch out for you.)

Hermione was touched.

"Thanks for the offer, but I can defend myself."

(Yeah, right, and I'm an overgrown bat.) He glared down at her. (Either you're staying here, or I'm coming with you.)

To tell the truth she didn't particularly fancy going through the Forbidden Forest this late, it brought up too many memories. She wavered.

"But they're worrying about me." She protested.

(Don't mind that, I've already contacted a friend of mine who will explain the situation to the rest of those human friends and teachers of yours.)

"How can I be sure that you won't hurt me?"

(If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would've done it by now.) Quis sat down again and leaned against the tree behind him. (And besides, I've put up wards around this clearing and if it isn't something extremely Dark, nothing should be able to get through.)

Hermione gave up her protesting and sat down beside the demon. She watched as a small ball of silver-blue light formed an inch above his palm. He brought his other hand over it and started to make elegant gestures with the long fingers. The ball of light grew, split into several threads and began to weave itself together like a living thing, creating an intricate pattern that looked like a Celtic cross.

Five minutes later the light disappeared, and a beautiful silver bracelet was lying in the demons hand. The Gryffindor prefect could only stare in wonder at the creation. Suddenly Quis gripped her arm and put the bracelet around her wrist. Her only response was a startled gasp as she could feel the cold metal actually slicing through her skin, but when Hermione looked at her wrist again nothing was wrong. She stared in amazement at the winged boy, and he just looked amused.

(It's a protection charm,) he explained. (Everything from the Underworld that wanted to attack you would think twice before actually doing it, and if you ever need me all you have to do is picture me inside your head and whisper my name, and no matter what I'm doing at the time I'm going to come as fast as possible.)

"Thank you!" Hermione hugged him tightly.

Quis had stiffened up like a rock when he had felt her arms encircle him, but after a while and nothing had happened he relaxed slightly and awkwardly patted her back. She sat back and looked at him. She had to admit that he was handsome, even without a mouth. The swirl-y patterns glowed golden in the firelight and silver in the moonlight that managed to get through the trees. The orange-yellow eyes terrified her yet drew her to him at the same time; and she had to admit that he had a body that other boys would kill for. Hermione blushed when she realised that she was staring.

(You, um, should go to sleep. I'll be keeping watch.)

"But aren't you tired?"

(We demons don't need as much sleep as you humans. We sleep every ten years or so; mind you, we usually sleep six months when that happens.)

"Lucky you." Hermione mumbled. Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and she yawned. Quis must've cast an enchantment over her or something. She hadn't felt this tired a second ago. Yawning once again she laid down on the ground and was soon fast asleep.

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Harry sighed as he watched one of his best friends fall asleep. He hated having to trick her like this, but he had to find out what was bothering her. He had even asked Cian to tell the Headmaster that Hermione was just fine, and that she would be home by tomorrow. The First Vampire had told him to be careful, and was also keeping him updated on what happened inside the school itself.

'Watch it Harry,' Cian's voice flooded through his mind. 'Bianca just left and she's heading your way.'

'Thanks Cian.' Harry replied then quickly changed into Mayon. He seated himself at the opposite side of Hermione keeping the bonfire between them, and waited. Soon enough the Light Angel landed into the clearing.

"What in the Kings name is going on here Mayon?" she demanded. "What are you doing with this human girl, and in the middle of the Forbidden Forest?!"

"Will you please be so kind and keep your voice down?" he growled back. "As far as I can see she's sleeping." He stood up and placed himself between Bianca and Hermione. "Found her walking around the forest. been keeping an eye at her ever since then. Don't worry your little head over it, I'll return her in the morning."

"Ah, so there is a kind bone in your body!" Bianca said triumphantly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and will you keep it down?!"

"There's no use in denying it, Mayon, you're up to your neck in lies this time." She walked up to him and stared right into his eyes. Harry narrowed his own. "Why do you hide behind that mask?" she whispered.

Her hand slowly lifted and tucked a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. He jerked back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" her hand rose once again but he gripped her wrist before she could even come close. "Answer me! What the hell do you think you were doing?!"

Bianca looked scared for a second, but then steely determination and a stupid amount of courage entered her look and she set her jaw stubbornly.

"Don't tell me that you cannot feel it!" she hissed.

"Feel what? What in the name of everything holy are talking about?" the whole conversation had been spoken in whispered tones, and Hermione was still sleeping.

The Light Angel once again stepped up to him and Harry retreated. This went on until Harry was backed up against a tree. He didn't like where this was heading. Bianca was out of her mind! She had to be! This could not be happening, yet it was.

"Imagine that," her voice wasn't scornful, just slightly teasing. "The great Mayon afraid of love."

"Love?" Harry tried to compose himself. "Woman, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. Now why don't you just head home and we'll forget that this ever happened?" he made a shooing motion with his hand. "Off with you."

"Not this time," she whispered, then she did what he had been fearing she would do. Bianca kissed him fully on the lips. And it wasn't an innocent kiss either.

Harry pushed her away, his eyes were blazing with power and a ball of Darkness had formed around his clenched fist. He was also bearing his teeth like a wild beast. To Bianca he seemed to grow ten feet tall and she could finally understand why her father always had warned her about Mayon, why he had always talked about the man in hushed, respectful tones. He was a killer, Gabriel had told her, a wild creature coming and going as he wanted, and those who tried to stand in his way or trying to force him into something were easily disposed off.

"I'll ask you once again, girl." She winced at the last word. "What the hell were you trying to do?" his voice was deceptively calm.

But she wouldn't back down.

"I was kissing you."

"And just why did you do that?"

"You really can't feel it, can you?" she asked sadly. "The bond which was formed between the two of us at the beginning of everything, even if I wasn't born yet."

"Have you been spending time with Lucifer or something? That's definitely one of his lines."

"I have never met the Son of Morning. Just feel after the bind inside of you." Bianca begged him.

Harry looked suspiciously at her, his anger was slowly ebbing away. On one hand she could be right and he could be in helluva lot of trouble, or she could be fooling around. However, one look into her eyes made him make his mind up and he closed his eyes, focusing into the depths of his very soul. Not much searching later he found it. Something made out of pure magic and pulling him towards the Light Angel with the strength of a bulldozer. His eyes snapped open.

'Damn, Harry,' the voice was back. 'With this new twist I guess we'll have to give Mayon his body back and let him take care of this. It seems like you're gonna loose a Pretend-shape.'

'What is this?' Harry asked. It felt wonderful, yet at the same time it scared him away.

'It's a Soul Bond. That's how Angels mate. If you had been the real Mayon it would've been a lot stronger. Send Bianca off now, we need to connect Mayon with his body. And by the way, it'll be pretty painful.'

Harry glared at Bianca.

"Go."

"What?"

"You heard me. Get going!"

"But-"

"Leave!"

"I-"

"NOW!" she stumbled backwards at the sudden release of temper, glanced once again at him then disappeared.

Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could feel something, probably Mayon's soul, entering the body and pushing him out. Then the pain suddenly blinded him completely, and when he next time managed to put himself together he was laying on the ground in the form of Quis, panting from the effort of not screaming. Over him stood Mayon. The Dark Angel had his eyes closed, his fists were shaking and his head was thrown back. And as suddenly as it all had begun it stopped. Mayon took a deep, shuddering breath and opened his eyes. They were still pupil-less and glowing, but now they had gotten a silver shine to them.

Harry gulped and scooted backwards. The voice had been right. He was afraid of being alone with the Dark Angel, yet he was also strangely fascinated. He hissed in pain when the injured wing scraped painfully on the ground, and Mayon turned towards him.

'Oh. Shit.'

'Good luck.'

'Aren't you going to help me out here?'

'A good voice knows when to mind its own business. Bye!'

'Traitor.' Harry gulped once again and looked the tall man right into the eyes. 'I bequeath to Ron my Firebolt and the Invisibility Cloak, to Sirius and Remus the Marauders Map, and to Hermione all my books.'

The Dark Angel smiled. To his surprise it wasn't cold as he had expected it to be. But warm and full of humour. He crouched down in front of Harry, the great black wings were folded out as to not get ruined.

"Quite the Game you have going here, Harry Potter." Mayon said.

"Got to have something to do." Harry tried to joke. His voice was shaking. Hell, all of him was shaking.

Mayon laughed. It was a rich sound and calmed him slightly.

"May I see the real face of the one who has brought me back?" he asked. Harry steeled his nerves, called up on all his Gryffindor courage and luck and changed back into himself. The Dark Angel studied his face for a time, then raised a hand and brushed his fringes away from the infamous scar on Harry's forehead. The man smiled once again. "So it is true. I was afraid that the King might be pulling my leg, as you mortals say it. The scar is real." He traced it gently. "It's an honour to have such a person as yourself Mr Potter, take my place for a couple of occasions. And I must say, the thing you did with that 'Dark Lord' of yours, Voldemort, wasn't it; well, I myself, couldn't have done it better."

Harry finally relaxed completely. The Angel wasn't going to kill him for taking his place. He let out the breath he had no idea that he had been holding and changed back into Quis again.

"Did you get my memories when you got your body back?" he asked. Now that all the nicy-nicies were out of the way, the Big Game was his first priority.

"Yes, indeed I did. And before you ask, I will help you out any way I can. Even socialize with Cian and his vampires again." Mayon grinned. "In fact, I wouldn't miss this round of the Game for the world."

'Is it safe?' the voice asked. Harry could imagine it peeking worriedly around a corner like a cartoon character.

'Yes, it's safe. Can't say it was your doing, coward.'

'Coward?!'

'Yes.'

'Why you little...!' the voice went on a rant and Harry blocked it out of his head to the best of his abilities.

Mayon was walking around testing his strength and powers and Hermione was still sleeping peacefully. It was all so peaceful. But he knew it wouldn't last. Mayon and Cian needed to sort out their pasts, and a certain Lily Joyleaf needed to pay a visit to her 'husband'.

Harry smiled and leaned back against the tree. Tomorrow promised to be one heck of a day.

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Cian sighed as he walked into the Great Hall the next morning. Ever since the RAV-meeting the rest of the staff had avoided him like the plague, except Severus Snape of course. Actually the Potion Master seemed to be more friendly towards him now that he knew that the DADA professor was a vampire. He would never understand that man.

Then Harry had run off on that weird mystery mission of his. All the First Vampire knew was that it involved Hermione Granger, the Know-It-All from Gryffindor. Oh, he had to admit, the girl was cute, but he was a bit too old for her; besides, he was 'married' already to Lily Joyleaf, but not by choice.

The vampire shook his head as he sat down at the Head Table. He always seemed to end up with the comedians, idiots, pranksters or people with an attitude problem. Couldn't anything be normal in his life?! Well, he had eternity to find that out so there was no hurry.

Just as he was about to take a drink of his tea, the doors of the Hall flew open an in strode a manically grinning Lily Joyleaf. Her green robes flowed out behind her and her eyes sparkled with mischief. He stood up and met her in the middle of the Hall, and, to keep up appearances, hugged her tightly.

"Where the hell have you been Potter?" he growled into the woman's ear.

"All in due time, my friend." Came the answer. Harry pulled back out of his embrace. "So, how have you been darling?" he asked the vampire.

"Good, the children here aren't that bad." Cian replied smiling. He took the others hand and led him... her... his companion, yeah, that would be the right word to describe this, to the Head table. He pulled out a chair for the Pretender and tucked her in before sitting down himself. "Lily, dear, on your immediate left is Severus Snape, the Potion Master. I think you remember him from a couple of months ago?"

"Of course. How have you been Professor Snape?" Harry offered his hand to the Slytherin Head of House like any other person would.

"Fine." Snape snapped and ignored the hand.

Cian sighed and started to 'introduce' Harry to all the other teachers at the table. Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling madly, McGonagall sent his 'wife' a rare smile, and the other teachers were a bit wary thinking that Lily must've been a vampire as well. The students stared at the new woman in awe, and more than one boy checked her out more than once.

At the Gryffindor table Neville was trying hard not to stare, but he failed. This kind woman who had been like a favourite aunt to him was married to his Defence Professor?! He stared at her until she turned her head and looked him straight into to eyes. Lily waved and smiled kindly to him and he returned the smile. She signalled to him to meet her in the Defence classroom after the day was over, he nodded and she went back to talking to McGonagall.

Just as Cian was going to excuse him and Harry and drag the Pretender to his rooms to get an explanation, the doors of the Great Hall banged open once again. Everything and everyone stopped as a thick mist seeped into the room, taking with it a chilly air. In the middle of the mist a huge, black shape was forming.

The students gasped and the teachers stared open mouthed.

Out of the mist came Mayon with Hermione Granger sleeping peacefully in his arms.

'Harry, how the hell do you do that?' Cian asked. 'How can you be at two places at the same time?'

'I am not in two places at the same time, Cian.' Harry replied. 'I'm sitting right here, playing the part of your wife.'

'But if you're here, then who's that?' the First Vampire pointed discreetly at the Dark Angel.

'Mayon.'

"Impossible..." Cian stood up and walked to the front of the Head Table.

Mayon's eyes never left him.

"Hello, Theron, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

Cian blinked twice, then fainted. His pride could go to hell, this was just too much for him to take in. He vaguely heard Harry calling him before everything went black.

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