I also found something rather funny. If you put enough spaces between what I'm writing right now, and the 'Chapter 4' thing, it makes the chapter seem longer. Review please, I BEG OF YOU! I am also makeing a formal complaint, NO SINGAL PERSON REVIEWED MY CHAPTER THREE! (sob.. look, I'm so sad I'm crying ) I at least want three bloody reveiws! Is that too much to ask! ... I'm getting rather emotional with this... I think this is the longest chapter..
Chapter 4
Men lied to them, And so they went to die.
Some fell, unknowing that they were decived,
And some escaped, and bitterly bereaved,
Beheld the truth they loved to shrink to a lie
And those there were that never had believed,
But afar has read the gathering sky,
And darkly wrapt in that dread prophecy,
Died trusting that their truth might be retrived.
It matters not. For life deals thus with Man;
To die alone decived or with the mass,
Or disillusioned to complet his span.
Thermopylae or Golgotha, all one-
The young dead legions in the narrow pass;
The stark black cross against the setting sun.
-The Poem was by; Robert Hillyer
The angel woke again when the sun hit the half of his face that wasn't covered. He sat up slowly and eased himself off the bed. He walked over to the window and sat in the window seat. He looked around the room at the brightness of the white tiles.
The angel looked out into the grounds. A lake was in view. It refelcted the colors of the sunrise. The forest was dark and sometimes a animal could be seen from the window. Everthing was green, the trees, the grass, the plants.
The angel made sure the small white case was closed before getting up and leaving the curtained area. Just to see what this place was. As mortals say, curiosity killed the cat.
Thank goodness I'm not a cat, thought the angel. The angel saw no one as he walked around. He then noticed what he was wearing and blinked.
He walked back in for his stuff. He changed into his pants and boots and found a shirt and changed it black, he then put on his cloak. The angel held out his hand and a brush appered. He brushed his hair quickly and braided it. He gathered his cloak around him and walked out of the clean, blindingly white area and left. His bangs covered his face in shadows and his torn cloak made him look like a ghost coming back to kill it's murderer.
The angel quickly jumped out the second story window and landed on the ground. He walked to the forest. His trail was made in the morning dew on he grass. The imprints of his boots and sometimes a place were a shred of his cloak touched the grass. Once he reached the trees, he stopped and looked into the forest.
A few animals stopped their movements and let his gaze leave them before going on. The angel stepped into the forest, leaving the noises coming from the castle behind. The angel stepped into the woods and walked till he got to a clearing, far from the trail he had entered from.
The angel closed his working eyes and let his wings out. His wings hung weakly from his back. The wings were a raven black, that shined a blue hue. Like a raven. The bones had been shattered, broken. Pieces sticking out of the flesh. His soft, hoarse voice whispered " nahh.. my wings.. my wings are shattered, broken."
He opened his eye and looked to the wings and whispered " will I ever fly again? " Tears were falling down his face and soaking the bandages.
" Now I know what a fallen Angel feels like..." He whispered. Then, out of the sky dropped a rolled up bit of parchment wrapped in a red silk tie and a gold seal. The angel brought his foot under the parchment and kicked it up to his hands. He broke the seal of a hand under a sun and read it.
The angel let the letter burn, fueled by his anger, as he said " I've been re-asigned. I'm a temporary Angel." The angel sighed and thought, ' But who in Heaven's name is Remus Lupin?
The Angel sighed and went deep into thought as he sat down in a tree, his broken wings back inside his body. I'm supposed to guard this person. Male or female. Remus seems to be a boy's name.
The Angel frowned for a moment then shrugged. Well, what's my story. I fell from the sky? Okay, I bet people saw me falling. Okay, I fell from the sky, I've lost my memory. I only know my first name and middle name. At least my name won't be dorky. I'm bot gonna let some strangers name me. I'll kill myself first.
The Angel snorted. And I'll have my real name in there too. I'm a Angel in disguse, I'm Harry Azrael.
Harry sighed and laid on his back on the branch. Looking at the sky. The storm had passed and the sky had only a few clouds. " I wonder who'll get my job as I'm 'healing up and might have fun for once in my imortal life." Quoted Harry from the letter.
Harry frowned and muttered " it better not be that vain Gabriel. I won't stand for it if the rightous fool get's my job. He'd try to save them instead of takeing their souls to the underworld or Heaven. And utterly damning them too..."
Harry sighed and muttered " the paper work alone will cost me a year.." Harry drifted off in thought. " I guess this is my vacation.... some vacation."
( At Hogwarts )
The students were kept in their common rooms where they were served breakfest, the entrences to the common rooms have been sealed and watched by spells and charms that would alert the teachers if a student was able to get past the common room entrence/exit.
Good thing the Marauders were smarter then to use the door to get outside. Sirius and James held their brooms so they could kick off. Remus got on James' broomstick and Peter got on after Sirius. James kicked off first and floated through the window.
Sirius came out and Remus through the invisability cloak over them all as the floated down to where Dumbledore and McGonagall was. Albus Dumbledore said " the boy's tracks lead into the forest, but we don't know where he got off of the trail."
" The poor child, he must be so confused. The Marauders floated up and Remus spotted the tracks. He pointed them out silently and James led them over the tracks with Sirius by his side. Once the trees got too thick though, they had to turn back for the castle.
They had to eat dinner or Sirius would start to complain. Loudly.
( Back to Harry )
Harry blinked and fixed his gaze on the darkeniny sky. He frowned and sat up. Harry jumped down off the branch and started to do a round-about way back to Hogwarts. When he reached the lake, he walked to the tree nearest to the lake and colapsed under it. Not even bothering to fight of the blackness that came and led him into oblivion. The teachers gathered around Dumbledore. McGonagall was there.
Flora Sprout was there. Teacher of Herbolagy. She had a kindly face and was a little on the short side. But not too much. She had earth brown hair pulled back into a small pony tail. Her eyes were a deep brown and were warm. She wore blue jeans, a green shirt and a white apron. Dirt stains were on his knees and white apron.
Filius Flitwick sat on a broom so no body lost him. The man was gnome sized for Christ's sake. He had white hair and dark eyes wih glasses. He wore black robes with the school uniform underneath.
Dan Ardele, the Potions Master was standing there looking around at his fellow teachers. He had light brown hair that had started to gray with old age. He had sky blue eyes and tan skin with smile lines. He had the look of someone who had lived life to the fullest. He wore dark green colored robes with a open front with black jeans and black, dragon hide boots. He wore a short sleeved white shirt with a low neck.
Ivrin Falcon, the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher stood there with a frown on his face. Her eyes seemed to shout ' we have to go out there and find the kid!' She had golden hair with light brown eyes with little heart earings. She wore a white scarf, a black, knee high skirt with a black jacket with the words ' I'm up, I'm out of bed, what more do you want!' in red letters on black cloth.
She wore ankel boots that were white with ankel socks. Her hair was pulled back in a high pony tail, yet it still reached her waist. " Now, I think we should try a point - me spell." Said Albus.
Dan's thin eyebrows started twitching and he said in his deep voice " and tell me, why didn't you say that sooner, Albus?" The Headmaster smiled anoyingly with the anoying twinkle in his eyes and he said the incantation spell and he wand point to the lake.
That stopped them in their argument. They were all thinking for a moment ' what if he drowned?' The teachers walked over to the lake, following Albus' point - me spell.
When they reached the shores, the spell told them they were in front of the boy. But when they stepped back a few paces, they were behind them. Ivrin sighed and said " I'm going to sit under the tree, my feet are killing me, very slowly."
She then stiffly walked over the the tree nearest to the shores and sat down, right after she did, she screamed. Dan, McGonagall and Sprout hurried over while Flitwick flew. Albus just walked.
Under the tree, next to Ivrin was the boy in black pants, boots, shirt and a ruined cloak. His bandeged arms were wraped around his head after he colapsed under the tree. Dan looked at the boy, then to the forest and started to laugh. He stopped when Ivrin threw a rock at his head. Sprout said " well, we better get him back to the Hospital Wing. The students are lucky, they got a free day. And now it's the weekend."
THERE! It's done, are you happy now that I'm emotionly unstable. I don't get it. Almsot every other writer get's 10 reviews every chapter, AT THE LEAST! So sad... so very, very sad. (sob)
