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[A/N] I am soooo sorry! My e-mail is being retarded!!! It deleted EVERY e- mail I have ever saved, and that meant all me reviews!!! I did manage to read them though, and they were great!!! So, that you my faithful reviewers!!! Here is your next chapter!!
Chapter five: A messenger
Malfoy was in a right state after I started blubbering like a great child. What's got him so peeved? In my opinion, he had no right to be upset, I mean, it was me wasn't it? That was murdered then forced back to earth with all these walking idiots that I love so much...no; the bastard has no right what so ever...excuse my French...
Well, me, being the loyal angel that I am, did not go off all huffy to stare at Ron and wish that I was alive as I would have liked too, but stood, glowing quietly in the corner, while Malfoy pouted about crying women...I'm sorry, but if you don't like girls being sensitive, you can go eat a bullet...but that even wouldn't do you much good...us women get even more sensitive after we snuff it. Now, to finish up my rant before I get back to the story, I will tell you precisely why Malfoy has it made.
#1: He does not have to dress in bloody white all the friggin time!!! You know what a bugger it is, to want to find something to wear, and be confided to only one colour? And white isn't even a colour, it's the absence of colour, d'you know white means emptiness? Why we angels have to wear such a retched colour is beyond me.
#2 He is not invisible! He can be seen by every living person, he can touch any one, have any one, be any one...what am I? A dead fifteen year old girl who can do nothing but watch some spoiled living prat hang around and be noticed...what a concept...
#3 He has ME! I never had a guardian angel; I bet if I did have one, I wouldn't be Malfoy's!
#4 He can still breath! You know how weird it is to be there, but not breath the air? It makes you feel empty, devoid of life, of a soul...devoid of life I can understand, but not havening a soul? That's all I bloody am! A stupid soul stuck on a pathetic planet watching over a pompous brat! How much more negative can I be?
And last, but not least,
#5 He can still be with the people he loved, if he ever did love. I can see my family...but they can't see me........................
Well, now that I am done being annoying, I will get on with the story...
Malfoy got up just as the rain started spitting down on the windows and the train screeched to a stop. He didn't even look at me, still being a git, and shoved through the crowd, not even stopping o wait for his cronies, Crabb and Goyle. I figured, as Malfoy climbed into a carriage, that last year I discovered was not so horseless, that unless fire started raining from the sky instead of water, causing the carriage to crash and Malfoy was impaled to death by jutting pieces of wood from the broken carriage, he was not in any real danger, and I could leave him alone and take the more direct rout to the school. I decided, that after spending a week or so with ferret boy, I had earned a break to do as I pleased, and glided my way over into the centre of the lake to wait for Hagrid and the first years. I entertained myself by watching my own glow illuminate the water's surface and grinned as I saw a flash of the Giant squid's tentacles.
"An tha' there's the castle..." I heard Hagrid's voice boom over the lake suddenly, though with much less excitement then he had on my boat ride. I was worried about him, and so glided over to the lead boat to get a closer look upon my old friend. And there he was, pale and huge as ever, but his beard was less bushy and his eyes were very puffy. Had he been crying for me too? Despite the fact that I was upset because he was so sad, I couldn't help but feel loved, for so many people seemed to miss me. I sighed and followed the boats up to the school, listening in on the little unimportant conversations of the first years, watching Hagrid as he went to wipe another tear away...the familiar feeling of depression washed over me. I missed being alive...
I made my way into the great hall, the wave of students making me want to cry, but that was nothing compared to what I saw at the Gryffendor table. Harry sat, staring at his empty plat with his head in his hands, a horrible memory chose that exact moment to upturn it's self from the depths of my mind...
'Avada Kedavera' She knew that if the spell hit Harry; they would be doomed to darkness in Voldemort's rein for eternity. She threw herself in from of him, but almost immediately regretted it as her soul ripped away from her body, her nerves burning, she wanted to-
I pushed the memory back away, 'No, that is the past Ginevra, let go.' I tell myself, and turn to look at my brother. He was staring blankly ahead of him, his tie was undone, and he had his shirt on backward. His hair looked as if it had not been combed for days. His cheek bones were jutting out from his face, telling me that he had not eaten much either...I wanted to kill myself for doing to this to him, but then I remembered, I was already dead...tears welled up in my eyes again...yes, I was dead, I was about to turn to look at Hermione when I suddenly realised by Halo was blazing with light, knowing what that meant... I spun around, looking for the other angel, and then I saw him, staring longingly at Harry from behind Dumbledor. I almost screeched with happiness when I saw him, He had a tear mark stained his white silk button up shirt, and his hands were crammed into the pockets of his white silk pants, his silver wings folded neatly behind him.
'Wait a minute...Silver wings...he was a messenger angel! Sirius Black was a Messenger Angel! At that moment, he caught my eyes and pulled a sad smile, he beckoned me over with a nod of his head and I spread my wings and soared right into his arms. Being an Angel defiantly had its advantages.
[A/N] There we go! Chapter five! How did you like it??? Did it suck? I kinda liked it, and for those of you who haven't caught on, this chapter was written from Ginny's point of view. Well, I am going to explain how my little angel world works, okay? Each angel has a job, and they all work for God, obviously, now, my Angels are identified by their wing colour, and here is what each colour stands for...
Gold: Guardian Angel (These Angels are assigned a specific person and are to protect them until their time comes to die. There are great punishments lined up for Guardian Angels that let their charges come to harm before their assigned expiery date.)
Silver: Messenger Angel (These Angels send messages from heaven to earth, usually in dreams or visions, but on the rare occasion, and Angel will actually speak to the human in person. Like the Angel Gabriel when he told Mary of the baby Jesus.)
Blue: Weather Angel (These Angels control the weather)
Pink: Messiah Angel (These Angels teach new angels the rules of what ever category they fall under.)
Ivory and Cream: Guide Angel (These Angels guide the newly deceased up to heaven, so they do not get lost.
Soft Red: Gate Angel (These Angel's guard the pearly gates so no evil soul can enter. They also set each Angel with their appropriate wing colour. Note: Angels are only assigned the wing colour that fits them best.)
White: God's Angels (These Angels are God's closest servants, the write the book of appointments (See next paragraph,) and boss the other angel's around to what they see fit.
The Book of Appointments: A huge thick book that EVERY angel has. It has the name of every angel ever recorded, and what jobs they will be assigned and when. If an angel is not currently on the job, they must check their book daily, until they are needed. And angel is always assigned only ONE job at a time. Once that job if completed or accomplished, they will wait in heaven for a new one.
If you have any questions about my arrangment of my Angels please say so in the review...you Will be reviewing...right?
[A/N] I am soooo sorry! My e-mail is being retarded!!! It deleted EVERY e- mail I have ever saved, and that meant all me reviews!!! I did manage to read them though, and they were great!!! So, that you my faithful reviewers!!! Here is your next chapter!!
Chapter five: A messenger
Malfoy was in a right state after I started blubbering like a great child. What's got him so peeved? In my opinion, he had no right to be upset, I mean, it was me wasn't it? That was murdered then forced back to earth with all these walking idiots that I love so much...no; the bastard has no right what so ever...excuse my French...
Well, me, being the loyal angel that I am, did not go off all huffy to stare at Ron and wish that I was alive as I would have liked too, but stood, glowing quietly in the corner, while Malfoy pouted about crying women...I'm sorry, but if you don't like girls being sensitive, you can go eat a bullet...but that even wouldn't do you much good...us women get even more sensitive after we snuff it. Now, to finish up my rant before I get back to the story, I will tell you precisely why Malfoy has it made.
#1: He does not have to dress in bloody white all the friggin time!!! You know what a bugger it is, to want to find something to wear, and be confided to only one colour? And white isn't even a colour, it's the absence of colour, d'you know white means emptiness? Why we angels have to wear such a retched colour is beyond me.
#2 He is not invisible! He can be seen by every living person, he can touch any one, have any one, be any one...what am I? A dead fifteen year old girl who can do nothing but watch some spoiled living prat hang around and be noticed...what a concept...
#3 He has ME! I never had a guardian angel; I bet if I did have one, I wouldn't be Malfoy's!
#4 He can still breath! You know how weird it is to be there, but not breath the air? It makes you feel empty, devoid of life, of a soul...devoid of life I can understand, but not havening a soul? That's all I bloody am! A stupid soul stuck on a pathetic planet watching over a pompous brat! How much more negative can I be?
And last, but not least,
#5 He can still be with the people he loved, if he ever did love. I can see my family...but they can't see me........................
Well, now that I am done being annoying, I will get on with the story...
Malfoy got up just as the rain started spitting down on the windows and the train screeched to a stop. He didn't even look at me, still being a git, and shoved through the crowd, not even stopping o wait for his cronies, Crabb and Goyle. I figured, as Malfoy climbed into a carriage, that last year I discovered was not so horseless, that unless fire started raining from the sky instead of water, causing the carriage to crash and Malfoy was impaled to death by jutting pieces of wood from the broken carriage, he was not in any real danger, and I could leave him alone and take the more direct rout to the school. I decided, that after spending a week or so with ferret boy, I had earned a break to do as I pleased, and glided my way over into the centre of the lake to wait for Hagrid and the first years. I entertained myself by watching my own glow illuminate the water's surface and grinned as I saw a flash of the Giant squid's tentacles.
"An tha' there's the castle..." I heard Hagrid's voice boom over the lake suddenly, though with much less excitement then he had on my boat ride. I was worried about him, and so glided over to the lead boat to get a closer look upon my old friend. And there he was, pale and huge as ever, but his beard was less bushy and his eyes were very puffy. Had he been crying for me too? Despite the fact that I was upset because he was so sad, I couldn't help but feel loved, for so many people seemed to miss me. I sighed and followed the boats up to the school, listening in on the little unimportant conversations of the first years, watching Hagrid as he went to wipe another tear away...the familiar feeling of depression washed over me. I missed being alive...
I made my way into the great hall, the wave of students making me want to cry, but that was nothing compared to what I saw at the Gryffendor table. Harry sat, staring at his empty plat with his head in his hands, a horrible memory chose that exact moment to upturn it's self from the depths of my mind...
'Avada Kedavera' She knew that if the spell hit Harry; they would be doomed to darkness in Voldemort's rein for eternity. She threw herself in from of him, but almost immediately regretted it as her soul ripped away from her body, her nerves burning, she wanted to-
I pushed the memory back away, 'No, that is the past Ginevra, let go.' I tell myself, and turn to look at my brother. He was staring blankly ahead of him, his tie was undone, and he had his shirt on backward. His hair looked as if it had not been combed for days. His cheek bones were jutting out from his face, telling me that he had not eaten much either...I wanted to kill myself for doing to this to him, but then I remembered, I was already dead...tears welled up in my eyes again...yes, I was dead, I was about to turn to look at Hermione when I suddenly realised by Halo was blazing with light, knowing what that meant... I spun around, looking for the other angel, and then I saw him, staring longingly at Harry from behind Dumbledor. I almost screeched with happiness when I saw him, He had a tear mark stained his white silk button up shirt, and his hands were crammed into the pockets of his white silk pants, his silver wings folded neatly behind him.
'Wait a minute...Silver wings...he was a messenger angel! Sirius Black was a Messenger Angel! At that moment, he caught my eyes and pulled a sad smile, he beckoned me over with a nod of his head and I spread my wings and soared right into his arms. Being an Angel defiantly had its advantages.
[A/N] There we go! Chapter five! How did you like it??? Did it suck? I kinda liked it, and for those of you who haven't caught on, this chapter was written from Ginny's point of view. Well, I am going to explain how my little angel world works, okay? Each angel has a job, and they all work for God, obviously, now, my Angels are identified by their wing colour, and here is what each colour stands for...
Gold: Guardian Angel (These Angels are assigned a specific person and are to protect them until their time comes to die. There are great punishments lined up for Guardian Angels that let their charges come to harm before their assigned expiery date.)
Silver: Messenger Angel (These Angels send messages from heaven to earth, usually in dreams or visions, but on the rare occasion, and Angel will actually speak to the human in person. Like the Angel Gabriel when he told Mary of the baby Jesus.)
Blue: Weather Angel (These Angels control the weather)
Pink: Messiah Angel (These Angels teach new angels the rules of what ever category they fall under.)
Ivory and Cream: Guide Angel (These Angels guide the newly deceased up to heaven, so they do not get lost.
Soft Red: Gate Angel (These Angel's guard the pearly gates so no evil soul can enter. They also set each Angel with their appropriate wing colour. Note: Angels are only assigned the wing colour that fits them best.)
White: God's Angels (These Angels are God's closest servants, the write the book of appointments (See next paragraph,) and boss the other angel's around to what they see fit.
The Book of Appointments: A huge thick book that EVERY angel has. It has the name of every angel ever recorded, and what jobs they will be assigned and when. If an angel is not currently on the job, they must check their book daily, until they are needed. And angel is always assigned only ONE job at a time. Once that job if completed or accomplished, they will wait in heaven for a new one.
If you have any questions about my arrangment of my Angels please say so in the review...you Will be reviewing...right?