Did you like that last chapter?

Truth be told, I haven't actually finished it yet, although I'm writing this now. So, I suggest you wait until tonight, when I get Chapter 3 up, to read this one, Chapter 4, after you have read number 3.

IMPORTANT: IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER CHAPTER 3 IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY READ IT, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN ANY FURTHER!

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Chapter 4 - The Khaos Angel

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Harry's arms were weighed down with the girl's body. She herself was thin and light as a feather but her wings weighed, it seemed to Harry, a ton.

The trouble was, he could only look forward as he had no intention of seeing this girl naked. Hermione walked along beside him looking worried.

"Harry, why don't I run up to the Hospital Wing to tell Madam Pomfrey what has happened?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah, Ok." Harry agreed. "Though Dumbledore will already know, I'm sure. "

Hermione smiled a little smile at him, and ran off down the corridor.

Then, something that Harry had been dreading, a teacher turned the corner and stopped dead. Harry was going to explain, but then saw that it was Professor McGonagall. "Professor, I –"

"Yes, Yes, of course. Is that her? Christ, Albus was right. The wings and everything. Are you taking her by yourself? "

"Er, no, erm, Hermione has gone to, er, Madam Pomfrey to, er, explain." Harry mumbled. He was having a hard time averting his eyes from the girl while Professor McGonagall, being female, could look so easily.

"Good, good. I'll let Albus, I mean, Professor Dumbledore know that you're taking her."

She turned and ran off in the other direction. As Harry turned the corner, he saw her stand in front of the gargoyle and say clearly, "Canary Creams."

Harry smiled. Professor Dumbledore had obviously been purchasing sweets from Fred and George's new shop.

As he neared the Hospital Wing, Hermione and Madam Pomfrey were waiting anxiously outside for him.

"Goodness Gracious! I mean, Albus said. . . but, Good Lord, save us! Come in, come in!" she ushered Harry, Hermione and the girl inside.

"Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore are in Professor Dumbledore's study." explained Harry.

"I'll get them! " said Hermione a little too loudly, and ran off to find them.

"Lay her there, Harry. Be careful of the wings! Damn and blast that Snape, now he decides to be off when we need a potion! Now I'll have to go all the way down to the dungeons to get what's-her-name, Professor Darkholme and then out to the grounds to get Professor Sprout! Oh, busy busy busy! Harry, stay here and look after the girl, will you? "

Harry shrugged. He got up from his seat on an empty bed and went over to the sink to wash the blood from his hands.

Just then, he heard her stir. "Wh. . . . wh. . . . " she tried to say.

He went back over to her. "Where did he go? " Harry asked quietly.

She nodded her head a tiny bit.

"I don't know. I'm sorry. He flew off on his broomstick. Who are you? "

"Kh. . . Kha. . . . " she tried again. She pronounced the Kh like Kay. "Kha. . . . os. . . ."

"Khaos?" asked Harry? "What is Khaos?"

"Kha. . . . os. . . An. . . An. . . gel. . . . " She sighed. She clearly was very ill.

"Khaos Angel? What is. . . " Harry was very confused.

Then, the girl lifted her hand and very slowly pointed across the room. In the direction that her pale hand pointed, there lay a book.

"Accio book," Harry said, waving his wand, which he had drawn from his pocket.

The book zoomed over and landed on Harry's lap.

"Pa. . ge. . . se. . . ven. . . . ty. . . . six. . . . " the girl stuttered.

Harry patiently opened the book to page 76. He almost dropped it in horror. At the top of the page there was a big, bold heading that read, "The Khaos Angel." in big, black, uncial letters.

At the side of the page, there was a gory illustration. It showed a girl, very pale, bleeding, with two steel wings sprouting out of her back, and scars all over her body.

It was almost an exact copy of the girl lying next to him. Except. . . "Where are the scars? " Harry asked, very quietly.

"Re. . . . re. . . ad. . . " she murmured. "No. . . no. . . . time. . . . . "

Harry read the page slowly, fear dawning on him in waves of nausea.

'The Khaos Angel,' Harry read in his mind, 'Is also called Eve. She is the one who will bring sin unto the world. When she is freed from her steel prison, she will be sought by many. The destruction of her means the destruction of the world. It is from she that the world draws its power from.

When imprisoned, there is no danger of her being destroyed. She can only be freed by the sacrifice of a chosen one upon her prison itself, or when the power called Scarlet Lightning chooses a victim to insert its power into. When the power does this, the host is able to free Eve from her prison.

While encased in her prison, the anger of the world forms scars on her skin. Once she has been freed, the scars will disappear as the anger is held inside her.

The Khaos Angel is unable to die of illness or old age. Much like the Phoenix, the Khaos Angel will be reborn again and again until she is destroyed, or re-imprisoned.

Eve can only be destroyed when the Rock of Wishes itself is destroyed. The only way this can be possible is if the Rock of Ages along with –'

From this point, the page was ripped away. There was nothing left to read. Harry checked the next page but that was about Scarlet Lightning, and said nothing more about the Khaos Angel. "Eve. " Harry said aloud.

At that moment, Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Darkholme and Sprout burst in, led by Madam Pomfrey and followed by Hermione.

"Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "What did it say on that page? "

Harry was confused - what did he mean? But when he looked down he saw that the page was blank.

"It said. . . about Eve. . . . and they call her Khaos Angel. . . . and. . . . and she's reborn again and again, like Fawkes is. . . . and. . . the only way to destroy her is. . . "

"Yes, yes? " coaxed Professor McGonagall.

"I don't know. The page is ripped away. There's nothing more to read. "

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Shivs is probably going to kill me now. Ah well, life goes on. Actually. . . if you're dead. . . Hmm. . . . I'll have to get back to you.

P. S. SORRY ALL FOR THE CLIFFHANGER AND BAD EDITING BUT I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED.