Angels on Earth

You Know of Whom I Speak

Noblenumberseven

AN: All right I'm back and ready to write up chapter two, listening to Evanescence to get me pumped. This chapter focuses on my favorite Potter girl, Hermione.

By the way if anyone was wondering, (Ennui CC) when God is speaking I put it all caps. I figure his voice would be just a little different from a regular person speaking. So now you know.

Harry Potter and all things belong to J.K. Rowling.

Hope the second chap is up to scratch for everybody. Enjoy!…..please.

Bear with me through the opening it's a long one.

This chapter is dedicated to Lelia Grace Vidrine, my Gram.

Angels on Earth

Chapter Two: You Know of Whom I Speak

Transgression speaks to the wicked deep in his heart; there is no fear of God before his eyes. For he flatters himself in his own eyes that his iniquity cannot be found out and hated. The words of his mouth are trouble and deceit; he has ceased to act wisely and do good. He plots trouble while on his bed: he sets himself in a way that is not good; he does not reject evil.

Your steadfast love, O Lord, extends to the heavens, your faithfulness to the clouds. Your righteousness is like the mountains of God; your judgments are like the great deep; man and beast you save, O Lord.

How precious is your love, O God! The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights. For with you is the fountain of life; in your light do we see light. Oh, continue your steadfast love to those who know you and your righteousness to the upright of heart! Let not the foot of arrogance come upon me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away. There the evildoers lie fallen; they are thrust down, unable to rise.

Psalm 36

The pain. Purple light streaking towards her. Hermione Granger sat up in bed with a scream. She was in her own bed, the sheet clinging to her sweating shaking form.

"It was just a dream, sister." A soft voice said from a shadowy corner of her room. It was a voice as soft as a cloud and as smooth as silk, her angel's voice. Eyramus wasn't really her guardian angel, but a sister angel, here to guide her.

"Would you like to sleep again?" She asked sympathetically. "I can feel your trembling from here."

Hermione nodded. The pain in her side was wrenching. Her heart pounded angrily in her ears. A tear trickled down her cheek.

"Please." She said quietly.

There was the whisper of wings and Hermione felt Eyramus's cool palm on her forehead. She did not see it, but the tremor of energy, the happiness, and the pity for mortal pain she felt in the touch was unmistakable. Light fingers swept away tears from her wet cheeks.

"Go to sleep, sister." Eyramus said softly and she began humming a lilting, beautiful tune. Brown eyes drooped.

"Eyramus?" Hermione called out before sleep caught her entirely.

"Yes?"

"When can I see you?"

"When our task is finished. Then you may see me." The angel replied. Hermione could hear the smile and the duty in her angel's voice and then sleep consumed her. A dream returned to her of how it all began. How she and Eyramus were given the task.

The masked Death Eater she had just silenced made an elaborate slashing motion she didn't recognize. A wide streak of purple flame surged toward her. With an oh of surprise she crumpled and the world went black.

Was this death? A horrible whispering was around her in the pitch. It was unbearably cold. Wind lashed her cheeks raw. Her name was in the whispers over and over again. She had to get out of here. Her eyes searched for anything that might lead away from the cold, the voices, and the dark. Her eyes found a tiny bit of light, as if it was let in by a pinhole. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She had to get away. The light was becoming bigger, brighter. She felt warmth, blessed warmth. She was momentarily blinded as she suddenly fell from the black pit into the light. The whispers were gone. She stood before great gates, locked tight. The Gates of Heaven? She questioned in her mind. She could not see the streets of gold or the palatial God given estates. Everything was hidden beyond a veil of light.

"YES. THAT IS RIGHT. YOU STAND BEFORE THE PEARL GATES." A voice said beside her. Hermione fell to her knees. She knew that Voice. Only one voice could sound like that, the One that shaped the earth, parted the seas, placed the sun in the sky, and numbered the stars, the Voice that made her.

"THESE, CHILD, ARE THE GATES OF HEAVEN."

"They are locked to me." Hermione said mournfully. Her heart ached. Could she not pass through? She felt tears around the seams of her closed eyes.

"ONLY THOSE WHO ARE FINISHED ON MY EARTH CAN ENTER THESE GATES."

"I'm not finished?" Hermione said surprised. Her heart leaped. Somewhere within Heaven, beyond the Gates, and hidden behind tranquil gold light an angelic choir sang out with joy. "But why am I here then?"

Surprisingly the Voice laughed.

"ALWAYS QUESTIONING WHY, THAT'S HOW I MADE YOU. YOU ARE HERE, HERMIONE JANE GRANGER, BECAUSE I WANTED TO SPEAK WITH YOU. I HAVE A TASK FOR YOU. WILL YOU TAKE UP THIS CAUSE FOR ME?"

As if she would tell God no. She knew he knew her answer, but she answered anyway.

"Anything."

"THE DARK BEING VOLDEMORT HAS GROWN IN POWER. HE TAKES THE LIVES OF THE INNOCENT AND THE WEAK. HE TORMENTS THE GOOD AT HEART AND WEAKENS THE STRONG. THERE IS ONE WHO HAS FALLEN FROM ME. HE HAS LOST FAITH. HE GROWS ILL IN HIS SORROW, WEAKER AND WEAKER EVERYDAY. HE IS MEANT TO DESTROY THIS DEMON OF A MAN, BUT HE CANNOT DO IT WITHOUT ME, NOR CAN HE DO IT WITHOUT YOU. YOU CAN BRING HIM BACK TO ME; GUIDE HIM TO THE PATH HE HAS STEPPED AWAY FROM IN HIS GRIEF. HEAL HIS DESPAIR AND WATCH OVER HIM. I CHARGE YOU OVER THIS MAN AS A GUARDIAN ANGEL. YOU KNOW OF WHOM I SPEAK."

Hermione answered.

"Yes I do."

The man's face flashed in her head. Tears were in green eyes. His sobs were in her ears. His anger shook her. His sadness hurt her. She felt ashamed that she had not helped him more.

"Why is he so sad?" she asked.

"YOU WILL SOON LEARN OF THAT. NOW IS NOT THE TIME."

"What if he will not listen to me?" She asked. He had become stubborn recently, reclusive; he was quick to bottle himself up.

"HE WILL LISTEN TO YOU. HIS HEART IS MADE OPEN TO YOU, SOFTENED. THAT IS WHY YOU ALONE CAN LEAD HIM BACK. WITHOUT YOU, HE WILL SURELY PERISH AND SO WILL MANY OTHER INNOCENTS."

"How will I do this on my own?"

" IN ME YOU ARE NEVER ALONE. I WILL SEND ANOTHER ANGEL, EYRAMUS, TO BE WITH YOU WHEN YOU NEED HER AND FEAR NOT FOR I AM ALWAYS WITH YOU."

Hermione stumbled to her feet. She felt sorry, more than sorry, to leave such a beautiful peaceful place, the golden mellow lights of Heaven, the heart plucking songs of the Heavenly choir, and the Voice of God so near her.

"DO NOT WORRY. YOU WILL SEE IT AGAIN. IF YOU DO NOT FALL FROM YOUR NARROW PATH."

Hermione suddenly felt a pang of fear. Would she have to pass through the smothering darkness again? Would she have to hear the harsh hissing voices to pass back to earth? Would she have to fill the biting cold around her once more?

"DO NOT BE AFRAID. YOU MAY RETURN A DIFFERENT WAY THAN WENCE YOU CAME. DO YOUR TASK WELL, AND FORGET IT NOT, I AM ALWAYS WITH YOU."

Hermione awoke in cool darkness, a dull pain in her side. A familiar spotless white ceiling was over her. She was in the sick ward of Hogwarts. She turned her head. Molly Weasley was asleep in a chair next to her. The woman's face was ruddy and streaked from crying. Ron lay in a bed next to hers. His face was solemn and sad in his sleep. Ginny was curled in a bed not far. The red head's face was sorrowful even in slumber. Neville was the same. Harry lay resting his head at the foot of her bed. His face looked washed out and she had never seen such a grief stricken look.

"What has happened?" She asked to the silent room. A voice as smooth as water flowing over marble answered her.

"Your friend, Sirius Black, has gone from this world. I am sorry for your loss. If it is any consolation, his pain has ceased."

And Hermione cried.

"Hermione. It is time to awake. A new day has come." Eyramus called. Hermione's dream's faded and she followed Eyramus's voice back to the waking world.

AN: Well, what did you think? Chapter three is coming and more Draco.

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Dark Angel's Blue Fire. Thanks for the review. I wouldn't dream of leaving it right where I did. That would be cruel. My utmost appreciation to you for actually liking the tosh I write. LOL Hope this was good.

Ennui CC for reviewing and liking my concept. I explained the caps lock abuse. I'm afraid I'm going to continue to abuse it, sorry, I just like it that way.

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