Chapter Ten – Powers

A/N: All I have to say is thanks for all the reviews and that I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. This chapter is dedicated to theBeast/IaMvOlDy(sp?) who is always one of the constant reviews in my stories. Go you! .

The next day, Anna awoke still on the roof and still in the arms of Remus Lupin. She remembered everything, them talking, them hugging and she didn't think she had ever felt better. His arms were wrapped around her waist and one of her hands at the back of his head. They were still fully dressed, the sun shining on the house, only visible to the people inside.

She felt her back with her free hand and looked down, she was in the clothes Uriel gave her, and on her back she felt two small lumps were her wings that she had received from her mother were. She looked at Remus's face, the bandages meant that something had happened. She slowly and carefully unwrapped them, trying not to awaken him.

She succeeded. But noticed that he had a large gash on his left cheek where the bandages were. Anna, being so original, ran a slender pale finger of her's down the gash and felt that the blood was dry, she cringed anyway, it still must have hurt.

She closed her eyes, "I wish I had healing powers." She talked to her mother, Uriel walked up to her in her mind and put a hand on her daughter's one. "Yes my love." Then she watched as her mother dissappeared. She opened her eyes again

Anna looked down at her hands, she removed the other one from the back of his head and watched in amazement as they started to glow green, she watched as it grew to her whole body.

She ran another finger down Remus's gash, and he shivered, and then awoke, the glowing stopped and Anna smiled as the gash faded out of sight.

Anna kept her hand on his face, examining where the gash had been, she realized that he had another bruise on his neck. She put her hand there and felt his pulse beginning to rise.

"Hush." She said, her fingers, only her fingers that touched the bruise glowed green, not like her whole body did last time, and the pain and bruises faded.

"What did you do!" he asked, taking Anna by surprise, she almost fell off the roof. She regained her balance and laid back down. "What did you do Anna Michelle?" He demanded again.

"Where did you go last night?" She asked innocently, looking up at the blue sky and the clouds in her green and black dress.

"Never you mind." He replied back, slightly snappish, "Tell me Anna, What did you do?" Anna lost her temper as did Remus.

"See for yourself," She said rudely.

"Well I don't have a mirror do I?" He snapped back, just as rude as Anna.

She closed her eyes to see Uriel again, In her mind she was asking for a mirror, but in reality, Remus saw her eyes loose colour and her mouth start moving with no words.

"Can I please borrow a mirror mum?"

"Of course darling."

A mirror appeared in her hands in both the dream and reality.

"Thanks mum." She said in the dream.

"Love you."

Her mother kissed both cheeks, in reality, Anna felt the imprints on her face as her pupils regained her eyes. She looked at the black and green rimmed mirror and smiled.

"Typical." She whispered in a low voice, Remus with his handy dandy wolf hearing heard her.

"What's Typical?" Then he noticed the mirror in her hands. "Hey! H-h-how did you get t-that?" He stammered, Anna chuckled.

She rolled her eyes as well as laughed. "Long Story."

"Tell me."

"No." She said frowning, "Drop it."

"Drop what?"

"Grr… Your so annoying."

"As are you."

"Were you this annoying to Uriel Harker as you are to me?" She asked, but immediatly regretted it, she was going to cover a hand over her mouth, but that would make it seem like she knew something. So she didn't.

"How do you know that?" He asked, looking at Anna with suspicion. Anna thought, she can't really say, oh Remus dear, obviously I know her because she's my mother. She had to play as if she thought nothing of it.

"Just heard she knew you when you were at school." She said nonchalantly (A/N: I love that word! XD) and turned to him, handing him the black and green rimmed mirror, he had a look at his face through it, the gashes and bruises were gone.

"The gash… and bruises? How did you do that Anna? Tell me!" He said, or more like demanded. Anna shook her head and shrugged her shoulders before standing.

"It must be… Magic." Then she left him there, smirking as she slid off the roof and walked to the back of the house. She opened the back door and stepped through.

The alleyway was quiet and dark, in a shadowy corner, a figure could be seen if you lived long enough to see him. He had a shining silver sword in his hands and was examining it thoroughly, trying to spot any dints or chips in the hard metal. His back was propped up against the wall of the alley way, one of his many favourite places.

He took off his hat to reveal a tired face, he had black hair, mattered through his face and was growing a beard and mustache. The man sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. His name was Avery, to everyone. But no one knew who he really was unless he told them the truth. So far he told no one.

He stood up and took the sword in his hands, he swished it around for a minute but then stopped as he saw a lady, only around twenty-nine come up to him. She had a smile and short pink hair, her ebony eyes caught his lighter brown ones.

"May I help you?" he asked, she smiled.

"Yes. I'm kind of lost." She asked, behind her back was a wand. "I need help." The man then grabbed her arms and pushed her onto a wall.

"What type of help?" He growled, she looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"What do YOU mean?"

"Okay, lets start at the beginning. I'm Nymphadora Tonks. But just call me-"

"-Tonks. Yes I know."

"But how did you?" She said, eyes widening, only few people knew her dislike for her first name, her question was answered within a second.

"Tonks It's me… Sirius."

A/N: And that's where the plot thickens. I know what your saying… STUPID VALIANTGODDESS! MUST KILL! But hey! I am the author. Chapter Eleven will be up soon. I'm sorry, I can't stop ending in cliffies. I will accept your flames for this chapter if I must. But not for the next one. You'll understand why I put him back into the story later. I know this is totally going against J.K's word. But this is artistic license. We CAN write this and we WILL write this.