Disclaimer: Okay, well, obviously I own nothing, characters, the Malfoy
Manor...but can I have her halo? I have always wanted a halo...does it count as
mine? Please?
Bigreader: Yes, I realy kinda like this one. I have to say though, I didn't get the idea on my own. I have been itching to write a fic like this ever since I read: My Angel, by Mistigris. Yup! Well, I hope that you will enjoy the next chappie!
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[A/N] Well, I couldn't sleep last night because I wanted to write the next chapter for this so badly, and so, with out any further ado, here is your next chappe...oh, hang on, I have to try something....
[I]Cat[I/] Hope that worked....
Chapter two: My Angel?
I Spluttered furiously as I looked into her beautiful heavenly face.
"WEASLEY!?" Was all I managed to say. I didn't know she was dead...hell, I didn't even know her first name! She frowned her eyebrows and fluffed out her wings indignantly.
"It is Ginevra to you Malfoy. You have to have some respect for the deceased." She said. Her voice flowing in smooth even strokes that I don't remember ever accomplishing when she was alive. I was still gapping at her and she just stood there, patiently, for I take it she knew what a shock it would be for me. Upon realising this, I forced myself to say something.
"How did you fall? Did some one push you?" I asked viciously, with a smirk to top it off.
"Fall?" She looked pleasantly confused for a moment then looked at the ground. Where cracks had branched across the pavement from her falling so hard, and then up to the sky, where there was still a pin hole in the clouds, where her body had separated them, now slightly more northwards as the wind was blowing them that way.
"Oh, that was Maria, retard..." She glared at the sky and the stars blazed even brighter. "Oh don't give me that! This is all your fault... protecting a Malfoy...honestly..."
Hold on a second, I thought, PROTECTING?
"When it hells name are you talking about Weasley? Protecting me? Are you daft? I am a Malfoy!"
"NO! REALLY? YA THINK? Well, here is news for you, MALFOY, I am an Angel, and I am not just saying that to be vein. I was sent from the big guy up there to protect you from 'the dangers of the future,' were his exact words. Oh ya, and my name is Ginevra, I believe I have said this already, you will do well to remember it."
I gaped at this fiery Angel. What was up her Ass? Have a bad day in heaven? She had no clue how lucky she was to be dead. "So, are we going to your house or what?" She asked. I said nothing but grabbed my broom and zoomed off at top speed, only to land on my roof to find her already there. That is when I noticed she didn't actually stand ON the roof; she just hovered over it, by about a centimetre.
"What took you so long?" She asked me innocently. I scowled at her and spat, "Aren't Angels supposed to be, I dunno...angelic?"
She laughed at this.
"Take a fly in my wings Malfoy, imagine, you are living happily ever after in the paradise called, 'Heaven,' oooooh, aaaaah, ooooooh, and so on. Well, one day, the big guy upstairs decides Potter is in big trouble, so, he decides, you, Malfoy, would be best for the job. So, he sends this annoying prick Maria, to whack you over the head with her wings so you go unconscious, and push you from the clouds, plummeting one million feet and smack dap, head first into a wad of concrete, you wouldn't be too perky either buddy." She fanned out her wings and folded them back up again, each feather was delicately out lined in silver, and the wings themselves looked powerful enough to sever a man's head. I came up with nothing to say to her little speech, and though I was still considerably taller than her, I was SLIGHTLY intimidated by her presence. "How did you die any ways?" She suddenly stiffened. Her eyes started to look very liquid as tear welled up in them and she turned her face away from me. "Mind your own business." She hissed, and slid through the roof, presumably into the house within. I simply shrugged and climbed in through the sunroof, how was I supposed to know her death was a touchy subject? But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the smooth voice of my father.
"Where have you been boy." He commanded rather than asked.
"I decided I rather fancied a fly." I answered gesturing to my broom. "...Uh...sir." I finished, attempting to sound more polite. Suddenly Ginevra appeared in the doorway. She leaned against the frame to watch. I made subtle hand gestures so she would not be seen by my father, tellung her to go. The last thing I wanted was him knowing I had an angel wandering around his house. But Ginevera sighed loudly and walked into the room.
"What are you doing?!" I whispered, but, my father being right there heard me and turned to look behind him, he stared right at Ginevra for a moment then turned back to me.
"Who in hells name are you talking to boy?" He demanded, regarding me as though worried for my sanity, though I knew he would never worry about any part of me.
"Wait, you-you can't-see?"
"Of course I can see! What is wrong with you boy!" And he hit me right across my face. I tried not to wince too much, for I knew any forms of weaknesses would be punished. But he hit me again, and again, until he was full out beating me. Then suddenly I heard,
"That. Is. Enough." And the snapping of fingers. Lucius froze and suddenly collapsed in pain on the ground. Ginevra glidded over him and helped me up.
"Come on Malfy..." She said quietly, "Lets go clean you up." And for the first time ever since I met he, I was truly grateful for her presence. She led me gently into the bathroom and went about cleaning my wounds.
[A/N] So, how was it!?!?!?!?! I am really excited about this story, I reeeeealy like it, so please, BE NICE! Don't hurt my little feelings! Please???? Well, now you have to review or next time you eat soup, the noodle monsters will climb up your nose and pick out your nose hairs!!! So review!
Ashen
Bigreader: Yes, I realy kinda like this one. I have to say though, I didn't get the idea on my own. I have been itching to write a fic like this ever since I read: My Angel, by Mistigris. Yup! Well, I hope that you will enjoy the next chappie!
Blacktulip: SEE SEE SEE! I am Updating! Just for you!!! Well, here we go!
[A/N] Well, I couldn't sleep last night because I wanted to write the next chapter for this so badly, and so, with out any further ado, here is your next chappe...oh, hang on, I have to try something....
[I]Cat[I/] Hope that worked....
Chapter two: My Angel?
I Spluttered furiously as I looked into her beautiful heavenly face.
"WEASLEY!?" Was all I managed to say. I didn't know she was dead...hell, I didn't even know her first name! She frowned her eyebrows and fluffed out her wings indignantly.
"It is Ginevra to you Malfoy. You have to have some respect for the deceased." She said. Her voice flowing in smooth even strokes that I don't remember ever accomplishing when she was alive. I was still gapping at her and she just stood there, patiently, for I take it she knew what a shock it would be for me. Upon realising this, I forced myself to say something.
"How did you fall? Did some one push you?" I asked viciously, with a smirk to top it off.
"Fall?" She looked pleasantly confused for a moment then looked at the ground. Where cracks had branched across the pavement from her falling so hard, and then up to the sky, where there was still a pin hole in the clouds, where her body had separated them, now slightly more northwards as the wind was blowing them that way.
"Oh, that was Maria, retard..." She glared at the sky and the stars blazed even brighter. "Oh don't give me that! This is all your fault... protecting a Malfoy...honestly..."
Hold on a second, I thought, PROTECTING?
"When it hells name are you talking about Weasley? Protecting me? Are you daft? I am a Malfoy!"
"NO! REALLY? YA THINK? Well, here is news for you, MALFOY, I am an Angel, and I am not just saying that to be vein. I was sent from the big guy up there to protect you from 'the dangers of the future,' were his exact words. Oh ya, and my name is Ginevra, I believe I have said this already, you will do well to remember it."
I gaped at this fiery Angel. What was up her Ass? Have a bad day in heaven? She had no clue how lucky she was to be dead. "So, are we going to your house or what?" She asked. I said nothing but grabbed my broom and zoomed off at top speed, only to land on my roof to find her already there. That is when I noticed she didn't actually stand ON the roof; she just hovered over it, by about a centimetre.
"What took you so long?" She asked me innocently. I scowled at her and spat, "Aren't Angels supposed to be, I dunno...angelic?"
She laughed at this.
"Take a fly in my wings Malfoy, imagine, you are living happily ever after in the paradise called, 'Heaven,' oooooh, aaaaah, ooooooh, and so on. Well, one day, the big guy upstairs decides Potter is in big trouble, so, he decides, you, Malfoy, would be best for the job. So, he sends this annoying prick Maria, to whack you over the head with her wings so you go unconscious, and push you from the clouds, plummeting one million feet and smack dap, head first into a wad of concrete, you wouldn't be too perky either buddy." She fanned out her wings and folded them back up again, each feather was delicately out lined in silver, and the wings themselves looked powerful enough to sever a man's head. I came up with nothing to say to her little speech, and though I was still considerably taller than her, I was SLIGHTLY intimidated by her presence. "How did you die any ways?" She suddenly stiffened. Her eyes started to look very liquid as tear welled up in them and she turned her face away from me. "Mind your own business." She hissed, and slid through the roof, presumably into the house within. I simply shrugged and climbed in through the sunroof, how was I supposed to know her death was a touchy subject? But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the smooth voice of my father.
"Where have you been boy." He commanded rather than asked.
"I decided I rather fancied a fly." I answered gesturing to my broom. "...Uh...sir." I finished, attempting to sound more polite. Suddenly Ginevra appeared in the doorway. She leaned against the frame to watch. I made subtle hand gestures so she would not be seen by my father, tellung her to go. The last thing I wanted was him knowing I had an angel wandering around his house. But Ginevera sighed loudly and walked into the room.
"What are you doing?!" I whispered, but, my father being right there heard me and turned to look behind him, he stared right at Ginevra for a moment then turned back to me.
"Who in hells name are you talking to boy?" He demanded, regarding me as though worried for my sanity, though I knew he would never worry about any part of me.
"Wait, you-you can't-see?"
"Of course I can see! What is wrong with you boy!" And he hit me right across my face. I tried not to wince too much, for I knew any forms of weaknesses would be punished. But he hit me again, and again, until he was full out beating me. Then suddenly I heard,
"That. Is. Enough." And the snapping of fingers. Lucius froze and suddenly collapsed in pain on the ground. Ginevra glidded over him and helped me up.
"Come on Malfy..." She said quietly, "Lets go clean you up." And for the first time ever since I met he, I was truly grateful for her presence. She led me gently into the bathroom and went about cleaning my wounds.
[A/N] So, how was it!?!?!?!?! I am really excited about this story, I reeeeealy like it, so please, BE NICE! Don't hurt my little feelings! Please???? Well, now you have to review or next time you eat soup, the noodle monsters will climb up your nose and pick out your nose hairs!!! So review!
Ashen