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Hay guys! I got reviews! Ya who got reviews I did I did me ya I did I got reviews me not you! (Does stupid little dace) review comman now review what did I say REEEEEEEEEVVVVVVie.......sorry I got a little to happy....ya so ya storey here ya go.....
Desiree:
The day was going fast, we rushed in and out of every store buying anything and everything that caught our interest. So far I had a magical lava lamp that made obese gesturers and spelled out rude words while changing colours, new strawberry scented wall paint that changed into any picture or color you wanted, my school supplies for the year, the fanciest broom I could find, big red velvet currents to fit the door (along with many other little gadgets for our room) more magical cosmetics that we could really carry, all sorts of beautiful jewelry with various uses and powers, extra spell books, a big black shoulder bag that never got full, an inkless colour changing quill, an assortment of prank playing must haves and more, a colour changing utility belt, a zoo of amazing animals, outrageous candies, a solid gold caldron, a whole new wardrobe, and eight little watches that worked like a walkie-talkie and didn't have a sound range called time-tellers, along with many other neat yet useless things.
We were now sitting in a small crickadee old store filled with long rectangular boxes, rubbing our blistering feet and examining our many keepsakes. "so" I sighed happily, rolling a toy mouse around on the ground for my new pet kitten who I had named Felix, "what's this place Dumbledore?"
He smiled at me "this is Olivanders" he paused "this is were you will get your wands." I suddenly felt nervous. My wand? What would that be like, I've never used a wand before...I always did magic with my hands, what if it didn't work? Dumbledore seemed to have read either my mind or my expression, because he felt it necessary to comfort me " don't worry I'm sure it'll be fine." I smiled and nodded for some reason I trusted him.
Just then an old man with big hallow eyes magnified behind huge spectacles, slinked into the room "I'm sorry for the wait madams, sir what can I help you with? Silly me wands of coarse what else would you be here for! My I am getting senile!" He rushed over and pulled a stunned Packey too her feet "now which is your wand hand?"
Packey just stood there looking confused "what" she whispered under her breath.
"Packey is right handed, like me." I said touching her hand for support, she smiled thankfully at me.
"Alright hold out your hand..." she did and he took her measurements and scurried in to the many isles of boxes. Then returned holding a small blue box " try this," he smiled "it should be perfect" she lifted the deep brown wand gently out of the now open box and swished it lightly a rainbow of sparks littered the room. Packey squeaked with happiness and bounded back to her chair after handing back the wand so that it could be rapped, "unicorn hair and pixy wigs, sweet gum, 11 inches, like I said a perfect fit" he beamed proudly and turned to me holding out a wrinkled hand "ma' lady" he offered" I stood nervously. I had already given my hand so he measured me and disappeared once again in to the towering shelves. "Hum...try this." He handed me a sort black wand, held my breath and waved it...nothing. "Hum he said gain rushing off and returning with another wand "yes try this" I took it with a shaky hand and repeated the motion... nothing. This continued for quite some time.
Suddenly, just as I had pick up what must have been my hundredth wand, a short brown bushy haired girl ran into the store panting and looking extremely upset. Dumbledore walked to the sputtering young girl and with a worried look in his eyes said "Hermione, is there a problem?"
She nodded and began stuttering and pointing outside only managing a few words like " here...ran...didn't want...I swear...he told me...Harry..." and other meaningless words.
Suddenly feeling the need to help the poor slurring bush of hair, I stuck my untested wand in my back pocket and rapped my arms around her, holding her head to my shoulder. "Its ok everything will be fine" I cued, rocking her gently trying to calm her, "what's wrong? Breath hun your gonna pass out..." I continued to sooth her, more magically that with words she cried softly still babbling meaningless words occasionally screaming out "hairy" or "hurry" (I couldn't tell which) at the top of her lungs. I fell into a daze as I let my power seep through my skin were it touched her feeling her breathing slow and her tight muscles relax. Just as she managed to calm her self enough to speak all hell broke lose. The window next to us we were showered with shattered glass and in the new opening stood a dark angry looking man; he wrenched the small girl from my grasp waking me from my daze.
She kicked and screamed to get away from him but to no prevail. "Now Harry my boy, how would you feel if I killed her right here in front of you?" he hissed out the window. I felt a boiling rage fill me, burning my heart, I knew that voice, Voldemort. "Thought so" he said triumphantly. My anger grew dangerously, and before I knew what I was doing I pulled the wand out of my back pocket it was white and glowed with a metallic light. I pointed the wand at his legs, sucked in my breath and sang "Terent as nonobeth, sen afmetha bea hie, Terent as nonobeth, Santom'e be hen bea ta terensee" which loosely translated means 'make him look foolish, so everone can see, make him look foolish, dance so she can be free' and be fore my eyes the dark lord lost control of his legs and clinked to his young hostage for support. I laughed with success I had found my wand.
Harry:
Dumbledore glided into view "not smart Tom, you knew I'd be here, please leave us in peace, so that we may finish our shopping; we are far to busy to be side tracked."
"We...you are with this...angel? What importance is she to you? Only wizards attend your school.... unless" he paused "but that can not be? She is dead! I saw it with my own eyes! Who is this creature you pamper Albus?" he finished with a snort.
"That is no concerns of yours. Now please leave us or I will be forced to defend the safety of my students." Dumbledore said sounding displeased at being ignored.
"Don't threaten me old man!" he said turning his wand on me. " Your star students still stand behind me as we speak!"
Chaos broke loose at these words and a rainbow of light showered the streets. I felt a griping puncturing pain tare into my stomach and my body was torn from the ground. I sped through the air for what seemed like a lifetime and hit something hard that broke under my wait and I tumbled into a room filled with books. I lay there dazed for a moment listening to the cracks of magic and screams of pain that followed me in through the window of Flourish and Bolts. I began to float back to conciseness as the voice rained down and soaked me; it was a beautiful voice. But it soon left me a scream pierced my ears. Why was I on the floor? People could be dying out there! I rolled up holding my bleeding stomach together and stumbled almost drunkly into the street. The girl, the one from the store, she was backed against a wall; Voldemort towering over her holding her slender neck in his hand. No, I thought struggling to run, no one else will die because of me. I reached them and raised my wand "go..." I wheezed as a new wave of pain washed over me "away...snake..." and then I cursed him with every spell I knew feeling my power sucking my strength from my bleeding body. I closed my eyes and pushed everything I had into my wand and then I stopped and opened my eyes.
He was gone...they were all gone and the blonde beauty stood beside me leaning against the wall with her eyes tightly shut gashing for air, "thanks" she breathed. I nodded and feel to my knees the world was swimming around me. "Hay" she gasped "you...ok...hay...". My gut was splitting open along with my head, the shower of pain was consuming me and I couldn't answer her. "oh god your bleeding like fuck...SOME ONE HELP!" she rasped "WE NEED A MED ASAP! GET YOUR LAZY ASSES OVER HERE!" she turned back to me and smiled "hay...your gonna make it ok? Just hold on buddy. Their coming just hold on." Her soft hands were on my shoulders now, small hands. I looked up at her. She was so beautiful, "like an...angel" I whispered.
I lay there in her arms till some one came "were losing him", they said "get a cart called the family!"
From I little ways away I herd Hermione "Harry! No! Harry! No Ron let me go! Harry! Look at him Ron, he's dead! We have to do something! Let me go!" I opened my eyes to see Ron holding a screaming Hermione stroking her head gently, tears flowing smoothly down his face.
"There's nothing we can do herm we'll only get in the way." he sighed his face pail as snow "he's not dead you know Harry, he won't give up" but his eyes were so uncertain, he was trying to convince himself more then her. But that was my last thought as the world around me was lifted away and I fell into velvety black unconsciousness.
. . .
The world around me was filled with white light, I was so warm and I felt so safe as my eyes flickered open and I closed them again shying away from the light. "Ah Mr. Potter...your awake I see?" came a strong male voice from beside him. "good...you have visitors on the way...they'll be very relieved when they get here...you had a very close call." I grumbled wanting to fall back asleep, but so found it hopeless and reached for my glasses.
It took a good five minuets to decide I wanted to get up and roll sleepily from my bed. I quickly realized I was at saint Mungo's and deemed my surroundings unworthy of further inspection. I had my own room, white walls, blue bed, nothing interesting and I was getting hungry. Where was that man who was in here earlier? I pocked my head out the door, nothing. I tiptoed down the silent halls; there was no one in sight. Then from down the hall I herd some one coming I froze, should I run?
It was a sturdy looking man with fancy blonde hair; he trotted towards me giggling. I strained my eyes to see him better, and then it clicked... "Lockhart?"
He stumbled to a stop, breathing fast and called out to me "you there! Come here! I want to show you something!" I stood for a moment battling whether or not to comply, but he didn't give me much time. My former professor bounded down the hall like a child, skipping and laughing, took my arm and pulled me playfully down the hall back the way he had come.
As he bobbed and weaved in front of me making my stomach ach with surplus movement, he babbled on with " You will really like this" comments and "this may come in handy!" speeches. Quiet suddenly he turned and let go of my arm, he marched army stile to a small door with gold writing that said "Gilderoy Lockhart" in large letters and finish with a sloppy slimly face. "That's me," he said pointing proudly at the door and then to him self. He swung open the door and bounded into the room. I followed not knowing what else to do.
In side was a mountain of books, a bed, a muggle TV, a fire place and a little round table covered with sighed pictures of Lockhart. "My room!" he said puffing up his chest.
"Uh... yes professor that's... very nice" I was about to walk out and try to find my way back to my room but he called out to me.
"no! Harry Potter! Waait!" I turned stunned. He knew my name? Seeing he'd gotten my attention he smiled and picked up a book, thumbed through the pages and walked briskly to me "before you go look!" I took the book he handed me, and starred down at the open page:
Adventure with Angels
Over my many walks through the tropical jungles of Tibet, I have come across strange and wonderful creatures but none as magnificent as the Tibetan Angels. Only once have I ever had the pleasure of encountering these magnificent beings, and it was a time I will never forget.
I had been searching once again for the silver fanged cobra that had the last ingredient I needed for my newest and most secret poison. I soon found that in my venture I had strayed to far and lost my trail.
I turned to my wand for guidance, but it was no use to me. there was a strong magic in the air and no mater which way I faced my wand stayed pointed at me. Admitting defeat I lowered my wand. Only to here a musical giggling erupt in the trees above me, so one or rather something way playing with me. I called to them, telling them I was a friend, that I was lost and was startled when a graceful young man, with feline ears poking out of his silky black hair and glowing red eyes fell at least a hundred feet from the treetops and bowed genteelly to me a tall black cat like tail raised high in greeting, I stood for a moment unsure of how to react then realizing I was being rude bowed down as he had. A holly song met my ears as the tribe greeted me.
My first thought about the young man before me was that me was very tan and almost elflike in looks. He smiled and greeted me in an array of languages until I answered, he was pleased and offered me his help. I thanked him and he called into the trees. A younger looking girl, with all the same extraordinary features plus to white gleaming feathered wings, leapt to his side and bowed as he had, I bowed back and introduced my self to the fair beauty, she told me her name was Saber and she knew the forest better than another. I stayed in their wondrous town of tree houses and other amazing building for a night I will never forget and she guided me as close as a mile from the outside of the forest, there I swore never to tell what I'd seen and she left floating into the tree tops on her silvery wing those wings that had given these marveled creatures their name, which soot's them well.
About Angels
Height: always exactly 5'2 Male: no wings, short hair, amazing physical strength, aggressive, not very magical, smart, power of growth (plants), ice, and a protective shield Female: wings span at least 20 feet, very long hair, very magical, weak physical strength, agile, codependent, timid, metallic eyes, beautiful voice, legs longer than body, power of healing, flight, hypnosis, able to hide distinguishing features for no more than a day, speech to all (animals, ect...), and other individual talents Diet: fruit, fish, anything sweet Won't eat: tomatoes, dairy, vegetables, or red meat Weaknesses: physically inflicted wound, over use of power Nature: Kind and willing if you don't anger them, not very trusting Population: unknown Lifecycle: unknown History:
Battle of no man's land
"Wizard world wonders By: Beatrice Buford ", Page 295-842
"Battle for no man By: Micelle Mac Gregory "
The dark lord
"Dark days 1973- 1994 By: Teresa Applemaker", Page 456- 672
"Harry Potter By: Skeeter Migonigal", Page 13-54 Disappearance:
"Magical Maybes By: Albus Dumbledore", Page 225-275
"Life Lost By: Allis Humperdink", Page 777- 1084
"Macabre forgotten By: Donna and Melba Thomas"
The chapter ended and I stood dumbstruck. "Do you like it?" Lockhart said looking over my shoulder, I jumped, I had forgotten he was there. "Do you?" I nodded. "You have it" he smiled pushing the book back at me.
The door opened and a frantic nurse strode in she looked shocked to see me. "Oh Mr. Potter! We've been looking everywhere! Hello Gilderoy. Your family is here, come on now" she put her hands on Harry's shoulders and steered him into the hall.
"Bye! I sighed it for you!" I waved over my shoulder to the reseeding figure of Lockhart as he turned the other way and skipped off humming tunelessly. When we reached my room I herd voices inside.
It was Mrs.Weasly "YOU LOST HIM NOT ME! DON'T YOU TELL ME...Harry!" all the commotion stopped as I walked in.
She shuffled over to him breathing hard, "are you all right hun?" she gasped rapping him in a tight hug.
"ya, I'm...great" He replied halfheartedly hugging her back blushing as his two best friends looked at him from over Mrs. Weasley's shoulder. "Man have I got something to tell you!"
LadyJynjr: yay ya ya! I got a review from yooou!? I'm not worthy! Wow that defiantly bosted my ego thanks soooooo much luv ya!!!!
Whamma: ha thanks I'm glad you liked it enough to maqke a fuss! I feel so loved! And sorry for the delay I working on it! (
Hay guys! I got reviews! Ya who got reviews I did I did me ya I did I got reviews me not you! (Does stupid little dace) review comman now review what did I say REEEEEEEEEVVVVVVie.......sorry I got a little to happy....ya so ya storey here ya go.....
Desiree:
The day was going fast, we rushed in and out of every store buying anything and everything that caught our interest. So far I had a magical lava lamp that made obese gesturers and spelled out rude words while changing colours, new strawberry scented wall paint that changed into any picture or color you wanted, my school supplies for the year, the fanciest broom I could find, big red velvet currents to fit the door (along with many other little gadgets for our room) more magical cosmetics that we could really carry, all sorts of beautiful jewelry with various uses and powers, extra spell books, a big black shoulder bag that never got full, an inkless colour changing quill, an assortment of prank playing must haves and more, a colour changing utility belt, a zoo of amazing animals, outrageous candies, a solid gold caldron, a whole new wardrobe, and eight little watches that worked like a walkie-talkie and didn't have a sound range called time-tellers, along with many other neat yet useless things.
We were now sitting in a small crickadee old store filled with long rectangular boxes, rubbing our blistering feet and examining our many keepsakes. "so" I sighed happily, rolling a toy mouse around on the ground for my new pet kitten who I had named Felix, "what's this place Dumbledore?"
He smiled at me "this is Olivanders" he paused "this is were you will get your wands." I suddenly felt nervous. My wand? What would that be like, I've never used a wand before...I always did magic with my hands, what if it didn't work? Dumbledore seemed to have read either my mind or my expression, because he felt it necessary to comfort me " don't worry I'm sure it'll be fine." I smiled and nodded for some reason I trusted him.
Just then an old man with big hallow eyes magnified behind huge spectacles, slinked into the room "I'm sorry for the wait madams, sir what can I help you with? Silly me wands of coarse what else would you be here for! My I am getting senile!" He rushed over and pulled a stunned Packey too her feet "now which is your wand hand?"
Packey just stood there looking confused "what" she whispered under her breath.
"Packey is right handed, like me." I said touching her hand for support, she smiled thankfully at me.
"Alright hold out your hand..." she did and he took her measurements and scurried in to the many isles of boxes. Then returned holding a small blue box " try this," he smiled "it should be perfect" she lifted the deep brown wand gently out of the now open box and swished it lightly a rainbow of sparks littered the room. Packey squeaked with happiness and bounded back to her chair after handing back the wand so that it could be rapped, "unicorn hair and pixy wigs, sweet gum, 11 inches, like I said a perfect fit" he beamed proudly and turned to me holding out a wrinkled hand "ma' lady" he offered" I stood nervously. I had already given my hand so he measured me and disappeared once again in to the towering shelves. "Hum...try this." He handed me a sort black wand, held my breath and waved it...nothing. "Hum he said gain rushing off and returning with another wand "yes try this" I took it with a shaky hand and repeated the motion... nothing. This continued for quite some time.
Suddenly, just as I had pick up what must have been my hundredth wand, a short brown bushy haired girl ran into the store panting and looking extremely upset. Dumbledore walked to the sputtering young girl and with a worried look in his eyes said "Hermione, is there a problem?"
She nodded and began stuttering and pointing outside only managing a few words like " here...ran...didn't want...I swear...he told me...Harry..." and other meaningless words.
Suddenly feeling the need to help the poor slurring bush of hair, I stuck my untested wand in my back pocket and rapped my arms around her, holding her head to my shoulder. "Its ok everything will be fine" I cued, rocking her gently trying to calm her, "what's wrong? Breath hun your gonna pass out..." I continued to sooth her, more magically that with words she cried softly still babbling meaningless words occasionally screaming out "hairy" or "hurry" (I couldn't tell which) at the top of her lungs. I fell into a daze as I let my power seep through my skin were it touched her feeling her breathing slow and her tight muscles relax. Just as she managed to calm her self enough to speak all hell broke lose. The window next to us we were showered with shattered glass and in the new opening stood a dark angry looking man; he wrenched the small girl from my grasp waking me from my daze.
She kicked and screamed to get away from him but to no prevail. "Now Harry my boy, how would you feel if I killed her right here in front of you?" he hissed out the window. I felt a boiling rage fill me, burning my heart, I knew that voice, Voldemort. "Thought so" he said triumphantly. My anger grew dangerously, and before I knew what I was doing I pulled the wand out of my back pocket it was white and glowed with a metallic light. I pointed the wand at his legs, sucked in my breath and sang "Terent as nonobeth, sen afmetha bea hie, Terent as nonobeth, Santom'e be hen bea ta terensee" which loosely translated means 'make him look foolish, so everone can see, make him look foolish, dance so she can be free' and be fore my eyes the dark lord lost control of his legs and clinked to his young hostage for support. I laughed with success I had found my wand.
Harry:
Dumbledore glided into view "not smart Tom, you knew I'd be here, please leave us in peace, so that we may finish our shopping; we are far to busy to be side tracked."
"We...you are with this...angel? What importance is she to you? Only wizards attend your school.... unless" he paused "but that can not be? She is dead! I saw it with my own eyes! Who is this creature you pamper Albus?" he finished with a snort.
"That is no concerns of yours. Now please leave us or I will be forced to defend the safety of my students." Dumbledore said sounding displeased at being ignored.
"Don't threaten me old man!" he said turning his wand on me. " Your star students still stand behind me as we speak!"
Chaos broke loose at these words and a rainbow of light showered the streets. I felt a griping puncturing pain tare into my stomach and my body was torn from the ground. I sped through the air for what seemed like a lifetime and hit something hard that broke under my wait and I tumbled into a room filled with books. I lay there dazed for a moment listening to the cracks of magic and screams of pain that followed me in through the window of Flourish and Bolts. I began to float back to conciseness as the voice rained down and soaked me; it was a beautiful voice. But it soon left me a scream pierced my ears. Why was I on the floor? People could be dying out there! I rolled up holding my bleeding stomach together and stumbled almost drunkly into the street. The girl, the one from the store, she was backed against a wall; Voldemort towering over her holding her slender neck in his hand. No, I thought struggling to run, no one else will die because of me. I reached them and raised my wand "go..." I wheezed as a new wave of pain washed over me "away...snake..." and then I cursed him with every spell I knew feeling my power sucking my strength from my bleeding body. I closed my eyes and pushed everything I had into my wand and then I stopped and opened my eyes.
He was gone...they were all gone and the blonde beauty stood beside me leaning against the wall with her eyes tightly shut gashing for air, "thanks" she breathed. I nodded and feel to my knees the world was swimming around me. "Hay" she gasped "you...ok...hay...". My gut was splitting open along with my head, the shower of pain was consuming me and I couldn't answer her. "oh god your bleeding like fuck...SOME ONE HELP!" she rasped "WE NEED A MED ASAP! GET YOUR LAZY ASSES OVER HERE!" she turned back to me and smiled "hay...your gonna make it ok? Just hold on buddy. Their coming just hold on." Her soft hands were on my shoulders now, small hands. I looked up at her. She was so beautiful, "like an...angel" I whispered.
I lay there in her arms till some one came "were losing him", they said "get a cart called the family!"
From I little ways away I herd Hermione "Harry! No! Harry! No Ron let me go! Harry! Look at him Ron, he's dead! We have to do something! Let me go!" I opened my eyes to see Ron holding a screaming Hermione stroking her head gently, tears flowing smoothly down his face.
"There's nothing we can do herm we'll only get in the way." he sighed his face pail as snow "he's not dead you know Harry, he won't give up" but his eyes were so uncertain, he was trying to convince himself more then her. But that was my last thought as the world around me was lifted away and I fell into velvety black unconsciousness.
. . .
The world around me was filled with white light, I was so warm and I felt so safe as my eyes flickered open and I closed them again shying away from the light. "Ah Mr. Potter...your awake I see?" came a strong male voice from beside him. "good...you have visitors on the way...they'll be very relieved when they get here...you had a very close call." I grumbled wanting to fall back asleep, but so found it hopeless and reached for my glasses.
It took a good five minuets to decide I wanted to get up and roll sleepily from my bed. I quickly realized I was at saint Mungo's and deemed my surroundings unworthy of further inspection. I had my own room, white walls, blue bed, nothing interesting and I was getting hungry. Where was that man who was in here earlier? I pocked my head out the door, nothing. I tiptoed down the silent halls; there was no one in sight. Then from down the hall I herd some one coming I froze, should I run?
It was a sturdy looking man with fancy blonde hair; he trotted towards me giggling. I strained my eyes to see him better, and then it clicked... "Lockhart?"
He stumbled to a stop, breathing fast and called out to me "you there! Come here! I want to show you something!" I stood for a moment battling whether or not to comply, but he didn't give me much time. My former professor bounded down the hall like a child, skipping and laughing, took my arm and pulled me playfully down the hall back the way he had come.
As he bobbed and weaved in front of me making my stomach ach with surplus movement, he babbled on with " You will really like this" comments and "this may come in handy!" speeches. Quiet suddenly he turned and let go of my arm, he marched army stile to a small door with gold writing that said "Gilderoy Lockhart" in large letters and finish with a sloppy slimly face. "That's me," he said pointing proudly at the door and then to him self. He swung open the door and bounded into the room. I followed not knowing what else to do.
In side was a mountain of books, a bed, a muggle TV, a fire place and a little round table covered with sighed pictures of Lockhart. "My room!" he said puffing up his chest.
"Uh... yes professor that's... very nice" I was about to walk out and try to find my way back to my room but he called out to me.
"no! Harry Potter! Waait!" I turned stunned. He knew my name? Seeing he'd gotten my attention he smiled and picked up a book, thumbed through the pages and walked briskly to me "before you go look!" I took the book he handed me, and starred down at the open page:
Adventure with Angels
Over my many walks through the tropical jungles of Tibet, I have come across strange and wonderful creatures but none as magnificent as the Tibetan Angels. Only once have I ever had the pleasure of encountering these magnificent beings, and it was a time I will never forget.
I had been searching once again for the silver fanged cobra that had the last ingredient I needed for my newest and most secret poison. I soon found that in my venture I had strayed to far and lost my trail.
I turned to my wand for guidance, but it was no use to me. there was a strong magic in the air and no mater which way I faced my wand stayed pointed at me. Admitting defeat I lowered my wand. Only to here a musical giggling erupt in the trees above me, so one or rather something way playing with me. I called to them, telling them I was a friend, that I was lost and was startled when a graceful young man, with feline ears poking out of his silky black hair and glowing red eyes fell at least a hundred feet from the treetops and bowed genteelly to me a tall black cat like tail raised high in greeting, I stood for a moment unsure of how to react then realizing I was being rude bowed down as he had. A holly song met my ears as the tribe greeted me.
My first thought about the young man before me was that me was very tan and almost elflike in looks. He smiled and greeted me in an array of languages until I answered, he was pleased and offered me his help. I thanked him and he called into the trees. A younger looking girl, with all the same extraordinary features plus to white gleaming feathered wings, leapt to his side and bowed as he had, I bowed back and introduced my self to the fair beauty, she told me her name was Saber and she knew the forest better than another. I stayed in their wondrous town of tree houses and other amazing building for a night I will never forget and she guided me as close as a mile from the outside of the forest, there I swore never to tell what I'd seen and she left floating into the tree tops on her silvery wing those wings that had given these marveled creatures their name, which soot's them well.
About Angels
Height: always exactly 5'2 Male: no wings, short hair, amazing physical strength, aggressive, not very magical, smart, power of growth (plants), ice, and a protective shield Female: wings span at least 20 feet, very long hair, very magical, weak physical strength, agile, codependent, timid, metallic eyes, beautiful voice, legs longer than body, power of healing, flight, hypnosis, able to hide distinguishing features for no more than a day, speech to all (animals, ect...), and other individual talents Diet: fruit, fish, anything sweet Won't eat: tomatoes, dairy, vegetables, or red meat Weaknesses: physically inflicted wound, over use of power Nature: Kind and willing if you don't anger them, not very trusting Population: unknown Lifecycle: unknown History:
Battle of no man's land
"Wizard world wonders By: Beatrice Buford ", Page 295-842
"Battle for no man By: Micelle Mac Gregory "
The dark lord
"Dark days 1973- 1994 By: Teresa Applemaker", Page 456- 672
"Harry Potter By: Skeeter Migonigal", Page 13-54 Disappearance:
"Magical Maybes By: Albus Dumbledore", Page 225-275
"Life Lost By: Allis Humperdink", Page 777- 1084
"Macabre forgotten By: Donna and Melba Thomas"
The chapter ended and I stood dumbstruck. "Do you like it?" Lockhart said looking over my shoulder, I jumped, I had forgotten he was there. "Do you?" I nodded. "You have it" he smiled pushing the book back at me.
The door opened and a frantic nurse strode in she looked shocked to see me. "Oh Mr. Potter! We've been looking everywhere! Hello Gilderoy. Your family is here, come on now" she put her hands on Harry's shoulders and steered him into the hall.
"Bye! I sighed it for you!" I waved over my shoulder to the reseeding figure of Lockhart as he turned the other way and skipped off humming tunelessly. When we reached my room I herd voices inside.
It was Mrs.Weasly "YOU LOST HIM NOT ME! DON'T YOU TELL ME...Harry!" all the commotion stopped as I walked in.
She shuffled over to him breathing hard, "are you all right hun?" she gasped rapping him in a tight hug.
"ya, I'm...great" He replied halfheartedly hugging her back blushing as his two best friends looked at him from over Mrs. Weasley's shoulder. "Man have I got something to tell you!"