The awaited conclusion to the scream.. hehe.. Anyway, thank you for waiting so long, and I hope you enjoy this chapter... There shouldn't be that many chapters left, but I plan to make a sequal with thing.. Shhh.. don't tell anyone!


Chapter 17

Harry felt felt himself pushed to the ground, but no biteing or ripping. "Harry? Harry! Get up!" Said someone in his ear, shaking him while trying to pull him up. Harry lowered his arms to see, of all the people, James.

Harry blinked and said "James?"

The sounds of a fight soon drew Harry's eyes as James dragged him off. To the side was the light brown colored werewolf, fighting a large, black dog. A Grim.

Though Harry before the trees covered his sight, and he looked over to James, who was pulling Harry along behind him.

Harry said then to James, "what are you doing here!"

"Saveing you!" Replied James, not looking back at Harry. Harry frowned before grabbing James' arm and digging his heels into hte ground while then, moving a foot foreward so James tripped over it.

"No. I want to know what you're really doing out here." Said Harry with a glare at James, who was sitting on the ground, looking up at Harry.

He opened his mouth to say something before something else shoved Harry foreward which such a force that he flew over James' head and went rolling past the other boy. And he didn't stop rolling until he hit a tree.

Harry groaned and looked up again, there was a large, black furred stag standing a few feet away. It's large horns on it's head was a silvery white color. Next to it stood a large, black Grim. And in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Harry sighed as he pushed himself up so he stood. Holding his head, before pulling his hands away to see the silvery blood from a cut along his face had covered his hands.

Harry sighed, the gash went from the center of his left eyebrow, over his eye and down, over his mouth and ended at his right jaw.

Slowly, the parted skin reached for each other and closed up. Harry used his sleeve and wipped the blood off while he started to walk back to Hogwarts. He frowned as he walked.

He was sure that werewolf had been Remus, for Remus was the only werewolf in the area. But what the hell was James doing there. With a Grim and a Stag of all things.

Harry paused in walked, before shaking his head, there was no freaking way that James had elven blood in him. Even if he could talk to animals, all the elves had disappered so long ago.

Harry blinked when he reached a stream, but he kneeled down next to it, washed his face and silver colored sleeve before he stood again. He yawned and went on his way, walking slowly towards the black colored castle. Ignoreing the two howls going through the air behind him.


Harry woke, and blinked a few times. He was in his bed, in the Gryffindor tower. He noticed the other beds were empty as he stood up, stretched and yawned. Before changeing into a pair of black, loose pants and a dark green t-shirt and a open, black zip up jacket. He yawned as he pulled on some socks and his sneakers, before heading downstairs.

It was early in the morning. But the others were gone. But the common room was almost entirely empty. Michael was sitting on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. Which had a large fire in there. Michael himself was stareing at the fire.

"Mission complet." Said Harry lightly as he flopped down next to the other angel.

Michael nodded and said "our Lord contacted me in a dream. Since our mission is complet. Raphael and I are to return. You and Gabriel are to stay, and complet the remaining year here at this school.. as your, vacation. Our Lord changed Raphael and my job. We are going to leard our army into the battle."

Harry's left eye twitched as he shouted "What do you mean, I have to stay here with that b-!" He was cut off, when Michael grabbed the book from his lap and hit Harry on the head, to cut off the soon to be foul word. Harry sputtered, holding his head as he groaned and said "not so hard.."

"You had some probloms last night. You were bleeding." Said Michael, looking at the disappered gash. "It healed over." Replied Harry in a dismissive tone.

"Even if it's healed, it dosen't get rid of the fact that you were, 'hurt'." Replied Michael.

Harry sneered and said "I don't have time for this!" Harry pushed himself up, and stalked to the door.

Michael shook his head and leaned back, listening as the front door slammed shut.

"You don't even relize, you bring death where ever you go." Muttered Michael as he stood.

An image flew by Michael's eyes, a stream of once clear water, filled with a murky silver color, dead animals littering the sides of the river. None lived long enough to suffer. Before the river itself dried up, leaving a large ditch in the ground.

Michael brushed off his white pants, his cloths already changeing into his original cloths, white wings appering against his back. And in a gust of wind, and a few falling white feathers, he was gone.


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