Silver and Cold
By: Mad Love
Rated: R (I'm just going to go ahead and change it)
Disclaimer: Anything in this fic that is recognizable does not belong to me, they are property of J. K. Rowling. The songs do not belong to me either, but the story and plot do. And of course, any original characters are mine.
Silver and Cold is a song by AFI.
This is a D/G (Draco and Ginny) Ship, if that doesn't float your boat then abandoned ship and click that back button.
This fic may be a little dark..
-Draco-
/Joel/
+Azrael+
Ginny
So i will paint you in silver
i will wrap you in cold.
i will lift up your voice as
i sink cold in lifes throws
Chapter 5
Azreal was perched on the roof of the room where Ginny and Draco were sleeping. It was a private room, one that hadn't been used in centuries. He looked over at Joel who was perched on the very ledge, his short black hair waving in the wind. His eyes were closed and his head tilted as he listened to the wind. Azrael closed his eyes and mimicked Joel, his crimson hair held up in a high ponytail, the wind whistling in his ears.
"We need to call a meeting of the Four, Joel. This was just a little to close for comfort. Brithael is gaining power through Riddles sins. He knows of Ginny and Draco. Brithael's minions are getting stronger and are able to break through the shields I put around Ginny's mind. I take it that the Death Mark is also growing stronger? How bad was the last drain?"
Joel sighed, his fathomless brown eyes were filled with sorrow, "It was bad Azreal, and a lot more painful. We need to contact Arshel and Ithiel, Harry and Hermione's Guardians." Joel shifted his shoulders, a brown feather floated away in the wind.
"There is another thing that bothers me. It is Ginny's brother, Ronald. He is becoming dangerous, ever since Brithael killed his guardian; he has been slipping away from us. It won't be much longer before he runs over to Brithael's side and then he will be lost to us. We need to find him a new guardian. I know it isn't impossible, but for the sake of Ginny's safety, something has to be done." Azreal narrowed his violet eyes as his sensed Ginny dreaming.
"Drezael was a powerful Seraphim, but he wasn't strong enough to go up against Brithael alone. Inifael would be a good choice as his charge has passed away of natural causes. A new charge would ease his pain, do you agree Ithiel?" Joel looked up as he saw Ithiel floating down from the sky; his golden eyes alight with humor.
"Aye! Inifael would be a good choice. Harry is worried about his friend." He landed and set on the ledge beside where Joel was perched.
"Hermione and he are talking about it now, they are very worried about Ginny and Ron. They know something is going on... and they fear Riddle is behind it. Though they aren't far from the truth. Brithael is becoming more powerful, something is going to have to be done." Arshel jumped down from his perch on the highest tower. His golden hair glistening in the sunlight.
"Brithael will not rest until he brings hell to earth and the Kingdom. He serves Lucifer with undying loyalty and is his most powerful follower. Michael is just waiting for his chance to knock his older brother off his throne and then unleash holy vengeance upon all of Hell. He's getting very agitated with waiting. Besides, You know what he would do if anything happened to her..." Ithiel sighed and looked over to Azrael.
Azrael held his hands up and backed away, "I have no control over what my twin brother does. He has a bad bad bad... I mean BAD temper, in fact, the mention of our eldest brother brings holy fire to his eyes and he ends up screaming Vengeance for days, and believe me, I know how he feels... Besides, Raphael gets the brunt of it, they are always hanging around together. I don't see how your brother can put up with him Arshel."
Joel looked over at them, " Back on the subject... Draco is stirring." He closed his eyes and urged Draco to sleep longer. "Inifael will need to be contacted soon. Azrael, we need to inform Albus, he must know that his students are in danger. He should be in the know as much as I hate bringing an outsider into this... and a senile old man at that."
"We will meet with him now. Ginny should sleep for another few hours.. and I'm guessing Draco as well." Joel nodded, "Alright, take care everyone, lets make father proud." Azrael and Joel jumped off the ledge and disappeared.
Joel walked down the hall towards the entrance of The Headmasters office. /What do you think the old mans password is today? Shall we have a go and guess at it or do we just waltz in like the all-powerful beings we are and try to scare the senile old man/
You really don't like him do you? How is he that bad, please tell me. +I must know. +
Joel snorted/you must know everything, Azrael. / Azrael glared at him with his violet eyes/Fine if you must know. He lies to Harry, tells him half-truths and sends him to the Durlsey's every summer where he endures endless abuse, mental and physical. They starve him and they even tried to lock him in the cupboard under the stares. He's 17; those people deserve a good tossing around if you ask me. Thank goodness he can do magic outside of school last summer. Ithiel said it took all his willpower not to go corporeal on their asses. /
Azrael nodded, "Twix," The stairs moved and up they went, "I'm not in the mood to play right now. I want to go and get this over with. I want to get back to Ginny and Draco as soon as possible."
"Ah Seve... er, I mean, Hello... who are you?" Dumbledore set back down at his desk. He had been expecting to see Severus Snape with a report from Voldemort. He didn't know who these men were.
"Albus, we are the Guardians of Draco Malfoy and Virginia. We have something you need to know, something very important." Azrael said as he took a seat.
"Ah, I see. Lemon Drop?" Albus offered, and then shrugged when they glared and said no. "So what is it that you need to speak to me about Ms. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy?" He looked at Azrael, his violet eyes and crimson hair was an odd color.
"You need to be aware that your school is in danger. Not justRiddle, he is powerful... he was always a powerful wizard, but he is not alone. Brithael is one of the Fallen and has sworn his loyalty to Lucifer. He will stop at nothing to bring Hell to this world. You are not dealing with an insane mortal anymore." Azrael steepled his elegant fingers, "As it is, Ginny and Draco are in danger... and thus your students are in danger. I don't know how much longer I can allow them to stay... Draco and Ginny, that is, not the students."
Dumbledore looked the two over, "What you are saying is that we have not been fighting a Wizarding war, but the War between Heaven and Hell. Tell me, all the wars that have taken place on this earth... it has been the war between Heaven and Hell. What does this have to do with Ms. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy? I would think that this would have more to do with a Mr. Potter then those two."
Joel narrowed his brown eyes, "It has to do with Potter, but he is being taken care of as we speak, Virginia and Draco are destined to be together... but there are some complications..." Joel and Azrael continued to explain things to Dumbledore.
Harry was in Hermione's head girl room sprawled out on the bed starring up at the ceiling. "'Mione, something really strange is going on with Ron. You remember early this morning he yelled at Ginny. Well when he came up afterwards he didn't remember anything about it. Unless he was lying... but he's never been to good at that. I'm really starting to worry over Ginny's safety."
Hermione sighed, "I know Harry, but we have really hurt Ginny these past years by ignoring her. I know we thought that it was for the best... to keep her safe, but Harry, we have really hurt her. I think it's beyond repair. We are going to have to start watching her closely, I'm afraid at what she would do... with Ron's split personality... there is no telling." Hermione was thinking about the cloak that Ginny had been wearing earlier; it had seemed so familiar to her.
"I know, but her family insisted that we stay away from incase another Voldemort incident happens. I wish I knew what he did to down in that chamber her first year, I really do. I have a feeling it was very bad. I hate that bastard so fucking much, I can't wait to kill him." Harry was hanging off the side of her bed, his head a few inches from the carpeted floor.
"What are we going to do about Ron, do you think we should tell Dumbledore, I really think that he could get dangerous. Riddle may be controlling him or something. Though i don't know why he would go after Ginny. It doesn't make any sense." Hermione was now pacing in front of the fireplace.
"It has to have something to do with why he picked her to be the one to open the chamber of secrets and not anyone else. I know she was an innocent, but there could have been plenty of others that could have opened the chamber. I wonder what's going on in that sick and twisted mind of Riddle... actually never mind, I don't want to know. I know enough as it is already." Harry said, his head now touching the floor.
"Harry, your going to make yourself pass out if you keep doing that."
"I don't know what your talking about, i always do this," He stated as he flipped and rolled to stand on his feet. "Oh... dizziness."
Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes.
Brithael stood in front of a huge fireplace, a fire was blazing brightly, it was so intense that the heat would have seared a mortal's flesh, he shuddered with pleasure, what a sight that would be. He would love to see that, but what he really liked was when Riddle tortured his followers even if they did something right. It was wonderful to watch. No, correct that, what was fun was when they brought in 'muggles' and tortured them days on end, never letting them die. It always warmed his immortal body.
It wouldn't be too long now; they were so close to turning that witch, Virginia over to their side. His master would have been pleased, but he understood that she was stubborn. She was after all... her grinned, and now they would also have the Dragon. What a wonderful edition to the family he would be.
Draco moaned as he cracked his eyes open and looked around. He sat up when he didn't recognize where he was... how did he get here? Why was he here? Wait... he was remembering the events of the morning. Ginny! He turned his head as he felt movement beside him.
Wrapped in his cloak that he had worn this morning, she rolled on her side so that she was facing him. Her brow was furrowed as she moaned in her sleep and coughed. Little specks of crimson dotted her lips. He winced, looking down at his white tank and noticed that there was also red specks on his shirt. He didn't get to finish healing her. Draco sat Indian style and leaned over her still sleeping form. Her hair had come loose from her braid and it was fanned out against her pale flawless skin. His hand brushed the hair from her face and caressed her soft skin. She was beautiful, how could he had missed it all these years, she was the only one for him, his destiny, as Azrael and Joel has told him. He would do anything to keep her safe and out of harms way. He was going to have to start taking a stand; he was going to protect her.
Ginny shuddered and as silver light flowed from Draco's fingers painting her in a silver glow. The power the flowed through him was amazing; he had never felt so strong before. He rested his hands on her neck and began to heal her damaged throat. -Joel, can you hear me. I think you have some explaining to do. You better get your ass down here now... and I don't want some voice inside my head either. I want you... corporeal in all your pain in the ass glory. Get down here. -
Draco finished healing her and stood up, covering her more securely with cloaks as she shivered, resting his hand on her hair on last time, then walked to the center of the room.
He looked down at the mark on his arm and winced. It was ugly, more ugly then the dark mark, and more dangerous... lets not forget horrifically painful. The skull was grotesque; the symbol of eternity weaving through its eye sockets and its sharp teeth glistened red with his fresh life force.
/I'm on my way; we were just having a talk to Dumbledore. / Joel's voice echoed in his mind.
DUMBLEDORE! Why the hell did you tell that senile manipulating old coot anything! Are you mad! -
"Don't talk to me like that! It was Azrael's idea. I couldn't exactly talk him out of it! He's just like his brother, when he sets his mind to do something; there isn't any stopping him. You just have to go with the flow." Joel said as he appeared with a whoosh of warm air.
Draco stumbled back and yelped at he tripped over an old chair and fell on his rump.
Joel smirked, "You always were very graceful. I've had my work cut out for me." He leaned over and helped Draco to his feat.
Draco was stunned; he didn't know what to think of him. He just sat in the chair he had tripped over and stared openly. Joel was tall and very lean, at least 6'6, his hair was short and was styled messily, as if he had just run his fingers front to back and left it sticking in odd directions. His eyes were brown and fathomless, if you continued to look you would fall into them and never find your way out. He was dressed in grey, but the cloth looked as if it was wrapped around his body haphazardly, a black coat reached the floor. "What are you?" Draco finally found his voice.
"Well," Joel tilted his head to the side as he watched a brown feather float and land in Draco's lap, "You could say I'm your Guardian Angel..." Joel shrugged his narrow shoulders and looked around the room. Finding what he was looking for, he perched himself on the window seal.
"Really, Joel, that was the lamest introduction I have ever heard. Besides that, you have no tact what so ever." Came a voice from where Ginny was sleeping.
"In the words of the youth of America," He held his hand up and sniffed, " Whatever."
Draco jumped at the new voice and swore as he looked over at the figure bent over Ginny, his crimson hair hiding his face. His elegant hands were resting on her forehead, his thumb and finger resting on each of her temples. "What are you doing to her?" Draco asked, his voice tight with anger.
Azrael looked up from his charge and looked at Draco, " Shielding her mind from Brithael and his minions. Her dreams are troubled."
Draco sucked in his breath sharply at his first full site of the Angel. He stood and looked up at Draco, he had violet eyes, his hair was the color of fresh blood, and it was tied up in a high ponytail, two swords strapped to his back in an X formation. He was dressed in the same kind of outfit; he wasn't sure what to call it, except it was black, minus the coat. He walked over to the fireplace and it lit with a warm fire that glowed almost white.
"I'm Azrael, Ginny's Guardian. But, I'm guessing you kind of figured that out already."
Joel snorted, and muttered something that sounded like 'You thought my intro was lame...'
Draco smirked, "Anyway, I think you all have some explaining to do. I want to know what the hell is going on here, and why i have this strong urge to protect the girl with my life and love her for the rest of my life. I only just met ... met her two... three... days ago? I can't even keep track of the days anymore. But that's beside the point, I want to know what's going on."
"Well you better get comfortable." Joel said in his deep commanding voice.
Draco snorted, "Yea, well I'm waiting."
Azrael muttered something about Malfoys and sat at Ginny's feet, one hand resting on her ankle the other resting on his thigh. Draco glared at the hand that was resting on Ginny, causing Azrael to grin.
"Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Voldemort also has a guardian. Except Brithael is in league with Lucifer, Brithael is very loyal to Lucifer and wants nothing more then to bring Hell to earth and the Kingdom. He is using Riddle because he is very easy to control. However, just destroying Riddle is not going to stop Brithael, he must also be destroyed. He is one of the Fallen ones, but instead of seeking redemption, he fell into Lucifer's lies and now serves him with no question. What does this have to do with you, you wonder. Everything. Your destiny in intertwined with that of Virginia, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. You don't understand; well let me explain to you why Virginia is so important. You see, there is a legend in Heaven and Hell, that a woman born of an Angel of heaven and a man born of a Demon of Hell will have a child that will have the power to end the war. Lucifer wants to win. He has always wanted to win. He would have the child and raise it to rule by his side and he will bring the war into heaven through the Childs connection with The Angels. Riddle is just a pawn because of his connection with all of you." Joel was looking out at the darkening sky. Thunderheads rolled in and lightening danced in the sky.
"If I'm so important, then why do I have this mark on my arm that is going to eventually kill me?" Draco asked, his voice bitter, " and what do you mean a demon of Hell, I'm human... a wizard! I can believe what you said about Ginny, but how am I a fucking demon!"
"Your mother is dead correct? It's because she found out about you, that you weren't truly her child. You father fucked a demon that got pregnant, and died after she had you. Your mother had her memories modified so that she would believe that she had you, that she suffered through the child birth, that she nursed you and gave you your first breath." Joel spoke softly.
"Because once you have finished your task, the minions of hell will want you dead. Believe it or not, you are a threat to them. As you are a threat to this school, both of you are. That's why we are taking you away from here so you will have time to bond." Azrael spoke, his voice having a calming influence.
"Then don't you think Ginny should also be hearing this?" Draco spoke.
"She is hearing it, she's been awake ever since I've been here. She has also asked me not to disguise your voice, she knows who you are." Azrael smiled, his sharp white teeth flashing.
Draco swallowed.
"Well! Our job is done here, lets go hunt for Inifael and get old Ronald back on his correct path and then we can leave this place!" Joel said as he jumped down from the window seal and grabbing Azrael by the arm, dragged him out of the door sputtering at the fact that he was getting man handled like a mortal and threatening Joel's life.
To Be Continued.
Sorry it took so long, but i finally figured the direction i wanted to go in out. Tell me what you think!
Peace!
Mad Love
