The Real Savior

by Amelie Rae Lanhoss

Welcome, dear reader, to the Room of Requirement - or rather - the Room of MY Requirements. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Samantha Fawcett...[COMPLETE]

2. 2: Her Secret

The Real Savior

Amelie Rae Lanhoss

A/N-Thanks to all the nice people who left reviews, I really do appreciate it. I apologize in advance if I screwed up the angel system, I'm not religious, the only times I've been in a church were all for funerals so...yeah, I don't know much there. I do know that the Call of the Beings isn't real, but I only know that because I came up with it. For Dryad on Ashwinder and Mai Gamit on , who truly is my dear reader. Dedicated always and forever, in loving memory to K.M.L.
-C.R.C.

Chapter 2-Her Secret

Welcome back, my dear reader; I am so pleased I could entice you to return. I apologize for not meeting you earlier; nevertheless I still have very little time to spend here today so we must hurry. Go on, take my hand, are you ready? Into my memories we go.

Urgh. I hate coming back here. Can you blame me? I hate reliving the battle. I have only done so on two other occasions, which, in my opinion, was three times too many. Were you there? No? I am glad for you.

Well, then, step this way, ignore the curses and spells, they cannot do anything to you in a memory. Sometimes, at night, in my dreams – well, my nightmares - I forget that. Over here, over Ernie Macmillan's corpse; do you see the blood on him? Do you know what it was like to watch him die? We went to school together, and I watched him die. I couldn't do anything to save him. Do you know what it's like, to see someone you've known almost half your life die in front of you? Do you know how many nights I woke up screaming because I remembered his dead, bloody, disfigured body? Look in his eyes. Isn't that the worst of all? He knew what was going to happen, he knew he was going to die, and he didn't move. I don't think he had the energy to. He looks so resigned to the fact that he is - was - did - die. He gave up. Let us move on, I cannot bear to look at poor Ernie any longer. I should probably apologize again, my dear reader, it was out of line for me to yell at you like that, I just couldn't help myself. Some days I can't stand that the world has moved on so quickly. I can't stand that everyone isn't in mourning. I am sorry, dear reader, but I do hope you understand. Have you ever lost someone? Forgive me for asking; I suppose that is a bit of a personal question.

Anyways, I believe we should go that way...yes, this way.

There is Luna Lovegood; the woman in Death Eater garb that she is dueling is the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange. Do not worry about Luna, when she feels like she is about to drop from exhaustion and just let Bellatrix win the ever wonderful Harry Potter will come save her and slay Big - Bad - Bella. I'm sorry, I think I'm making it sound like Harry didn't do anything particularly difficult, and I suppose he didn't, now that I think about it. Killing a crazed murderer - slash - psychotic Death Eater usually is a bit difficult, and I say this from personal experience on a battlefield, but Harry Potter couldn't possibly do anything the difficult way, instead he fired off a curse from behind a clump of bushes while Bellatrix was busy taunting Luna. Anyways...we should be close to where I was soon.

Let's see...there's Blaise Zabini, he's fighting Antonin Dolohov, y'know the one who hurt Hermione Granger a few years back in the Department of Mysteries? I've wondered...since I found out about The Angel I've wondered if he's really a Demon, now that I know they both exist. He and The Angel have always seemed to have a strange sort of connection. Instead of the mutual hatred evident in Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's rivalry Blaise and The Angel have had a more...friendly, competitive rivalry, a bit strange for a Slytherin and Gryffindor but it's true. Maybe they are friends, maybe that's why Zabini - Blaise - is fighting Dolohov so...fiercely? After all, if he is a Demon they could've been friends for hundreds of years. Something to think about, anyways.

Megan Jones, Hufflepuff in my year at school, and, unfortunately, not very bright. She did make a good friend though, a really good friend. Oh no...I can't see this again, I can't - duck Megan! Duck! And, of course, she doesn't, this is just a memory but oh how I wish I had seen her go down, maybe then I could've done something to help her. Oh Meggie, how I miss you. Awful stuff, let's keep going, I am - I was - right behind this little hill, come on.

There's Ginny Weasley, by the way, the one in bloodstained blue? She'll survive though, unlike poor Megan and Ernie and her brother, Ron, and countless others. Oh Merlin, it always depresses me when I start thinking about how many died today - oops - I meant four months ago. Forgive me for my little slip?

Almost there, dear reader, almost there...and here we are.

I am - was - over there, on the other side of the Death Eaters circled around...Voldemort, I'm making an effort to say his name, can you tell? Anyways, I'm not very important; sit down here with me, look over the battlefield, and watch, it will happen soon. Let's see...The Savior is the Death Eater third to the left from the one directly behind He - Who - Voldemort - the one behind Voldemort. The Angel hasn't been brought forward yet...oh she's coming! Do you see her? The one tied up and being dragged behind a Death Eater headed towards the circle. Would you like to go closer? Yes? Well, come on then! If we go down to the bottom of this hill I think we'll even be able to hear...

"My Lord," I was right! We can hear, I've always thought it was Macnair, the one who brings The Angel to Voldemort, it sounds like him...I think. Granted, I never had much opportunity to hear him talk. I think he's saying something, come with me, we'll sit a little closer, they can't see us in a memory.

"I have brought you a token of my loyalty to you."

I swear, if Voldemort were human he would be stroking a goatee right now.

"Very well, what is it?"

Like he can't see The Angel tied up and struggling behind Macnair, what an idiot.

"Hermione Granger."

"A Mudblood, my loyal servant, you have brought me a Mudblood?"

You're one to talk, Half-Blood.

"Sh-she is more than just a Mudblood, my-my Lord, she is also said to be powerful and a v-very-very close friend to Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter's close friend, you say?"

"Yes sir."

"The same Harry Potter who so many foolishly and stupidly thought had defeated me when he was a mere child?"

He was an infant, genius, and he did beat you. While we're on the subject, how many Harry Potter's do you even know? Isn't it kind of obvious whose friend she is?

"Yes, my Lord."

"Bring her to me. Now!"

"Closer."

"Closer still, you fool, do you expect me to stand up simply to be closer to a Mudblood? I said bring her here."

"It took you long enough. Now remover her gag."

If I had been in The Angel's position I would probably have bitten Macnair's hand, Merlin knows he deserves worse. And, as I'm sure you probably already know, he did get worse, a life sentence in Azkaban, which is now being guarded by a combination of giants, centaurs, goblins, and, I think, an acromantula. Surprisingly, they all get along. Right, I'll stop talking now, let's get back to what is - happened - what happened between The Angel and Voldemort.

"Well, well, well, isn't this precious..."

Eeeeh. I can't stand his creepy laugh. Sends goose bumps down your skin, doesn't it?

"Too frightened to speak, Mudblood? Or...perhaps you are more intelligent than most...perhaps you know how futile it is to beg for mercy, because you will receive none."

She looks like...she looks proud, like the last member of a royal family who refuses to die with her head hung low in defeat. Or something like that. Look closely at her eyes, can you tell what she's decided?

"You can't kill me, Mr. Riddle. At the moment, it would literally be impossible."

She always sounds different when she's speaking now, her voice sounds more like a wise woman who's lived lifetimes and is at peace with the world because of it than a teenager or a twenty-something woman. Which, now that I think about it, isn't surprising, she has, after all, lived countless lifetimes. Look at The Savior's eyes, I didn't know someone's eyes, even in shock, could get that big and round. He - Wh - Voldemort, certainly doesn't look happy with her.

"Brave words, for a Mudblood who I shall soon kill. Brave,"

Oooh. Creepy smile again.

"But empty, no one can escape Lord Voldemort, no one. And, dear Mudblood, I have decided to kill you personally. You should be flattered that I am bestowing such an honor upon a filthy creature like yourself."

If there's one thing more creepy and sinister than Voldemort laughing it's when he gets his group of Death Eaters to laugh together.

"If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say."

The Angel is...well, truthfully, I've never quite understood what this is. It's some sort of poem that calls other angels and...heavenly beings, for lack of a better term, to her. Why and for what purpose is what I...don't completely understand.

"I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love."

"Wh - what are you doing? Stop that! Stop it!"

Ah, the wonderful sound of Voldemort talking like a scared and panicked little girl. You can't feel it, my dear reader, because this is simply a memory, but about this time there was a growing feeling of goodness and purity, which, I'm guessing, is why Voldemort let go of his 'Bad Guy' persona.

"But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you."

Even without the accompanying feeling of euphoric goodness I've always thought that this is a beautiful poem. Unfortunately I don't know who wrote it, probably one of the earliest angels.

"Stop it!"

"I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile."

"I order you to stop!"

We're about halfway through the poem - call thingy. If you look really closely at the space around The Angel you can see certain spots that are shimmering, the shimmering stuff means there's some sort of...heavenly being...that's coming in there.

"But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home."

Do you see the shimmering shapes? Look very closely.

"Stop!"

"When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today for life on earth is past,
But here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There is no longing for the past."

Now is about when his personal wards started coming down.

"No! Stop it!"

I will always relish the sight of Voldemort on his knees, my dear reader, always. Won't you?

"But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven,
And now at last you are free.
So won't you take my hand.
And share my life with me?"

Now you can easily see where the other angels will come in. And I think Voldemort's wards are completely lowered. And the poem - call thingy's almost over.

"No! What are you doing? Stop it!"

"So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we are far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart."

Beautiful blue light. Doesn't it look like The Angel is floating on blue and white light? Incredible. Okay, let's see if I can remember all the...heavenly beings...the three in a quarter circle behind and to the right of The Angel are...Archangels, I think. The one to the left of the Archangels, the one holding a scepter and wearing green and gold, is a Domination, the one wearing green and gold and holding a flaming sword is a Power, I can't remember what the one to the left of the Power is but I can tell you that the one with six wings is a Seraph.

"The Call of the Beings is sacred, Angel, do you understand what it is?"

"Yes, Seraph, I understand the Call of the Beings and all it entails."

Can you tell that this is a ritual as old as the beginning of time? Isn't it impressive? I'll stay quiet now, listen to it.

"Very well. Angel, it is understood you have a request to present. What is your request?"

"I request that a prophecy be considered null."

"On whose behalf, Angel, do you make this request?"

"On the behalf of human kind."

"Do you understand, Angel, that we are each awarded a single request?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand, Angel, the consequences your request would bring upon you?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand, Angel, that if you choose that this request is granted you would become a mortal?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand, Angel, that you would be forced to live this life for eternity? You would not be given a choice of lives."

"Yes, I understand."

"With understanding the repercussions...what is your choice, Angel?"

"I wish for the prophecy to be withdrawn."

You can tell how much she's giving up by the look on her face, but, at the same time, doesn't it look like she thinks it's worth it? I've always thought the Seraph seems divided about her choice, like he's proud of her but part of him wishes she'd said no, because he's going to miss her.

"Very well. Specify the prophecy."

" THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES...
BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM,
BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...
AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL,
BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT...
AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER
FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES...
THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD
WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES..."

"Not surprising. As is customary I, being the highest angel present, now ask for all those in favor to overturn the mentioned prophecy...excellent. The first prophecy by Sibyll Patricia Trelawney can now be declared null and void. Angel Number One - Nine – Five – Eight – Oh – Three has resigned from her post for the good of human kind and will now be known as Mortal Number One – Nine – Five – Eight – Oh – Three once again."

Now he's looking at her affectionately.

"We will miss you Helen - Hermione, you are no longer invincible, be careful."

And the Seraph is gone.

"Take care, kiddo."

Now the Power.

"What Sam said, careful, you're a witch now, I wouldn't mind not seeing you for a hundred years."

"Adam! He means it in good humor...Hermione."

The Domination has left.

"Only joking."

"Miss you for a century."

"Maybe you'll get inducted again."

"I doubt it. Bye guys."

And the three Archangels have all zapped out, leaving The Angel and The Savior with Voldemort and his psychiatric cases.

"Well. Well."

Some of Voldemort's confidence seems to have zapped out with the Archangels. Voldemort might be a sadistic bastard but he's not an idiot, he knows the prophecy's really been cancelled. Let's see...yes, now he's figured out he can kill The Angel. And he's raising his wand...don't worry about The Angel, she'll be fine, watch The Savior instead, see if you can pick out the moment he realizes Voldemort's personal wards are still down and he can kill him.

"What a pretty light show, Mudblood, and I admit to being curious as to how you did it without a wand...but not curious enough to keep you alive."

Raucous laughter. Voldemort's obviously trying, and succeeding, in making his Death Eaters believe the whole thing was a joke. Of course, since few of the Death Eaters could beat Grawp in an intelligence competition it's not surprising that they believe it. Almost...soon...now! The Savior's eyes, he's realized the full results of what happened. You have to watch closely now, it goes by fast and you could miss...

His wand...the curse...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort's wide eyes, the last thing they realize before they lose the glint of life is The Savior going to The Angel and Harry Potter breaking through the circle of Death Eaters to –

"Avada Kedavra!"

Silly Harry Potter, he was already going to be dead in another split second, you didn't have to cast the curse a second time.

And now the Death Eaters are turning around to duel the circle of Order members that seemed to have just Apparated to the spot. With everyone yelling their spells we'll have to go a bit closer if we want to hear what The Savior and The Angel are saying...er, hello Mandy.

I didn't know there was another robe fitting today, honest!

I was just showing the moment Voldemort died to my friend

Alright, alright, alright. I'm coming, heesh.

I must leave you again, dear reader, and suffer through another hour of being poked and prodded. Perhaps...perhaps we can meet again, and I can teach you their love story. It truly is timeless. Would you like that? Yes? I am flattered. I will meet you here again then...soon.

Until then, my dear reader.