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Through the Looking Glass
Author's Note: Actually, in answer to an observation, Xander didn't land in Diagon Alley. Make sure to read closely! And Buffy couldn't break out of the prison. Lots of charms and enchantments... hehe... probably should've put that in there, eh? Now to the chapter - because I'm sure y'all wanna know exactly why heaven has anything to do with this story.
Chapter 7
Heaven Sent
"One last chance, G."
"What an offer." Gabriel got set for the face-off. "For reasons beyond your comprehension, I really must reject."
The puck dropped and Gabriel won the face-off with a quick flick of the stick. The crowd roared in appreciation as his team moved the puck up the ice. Gabriel passed to John and John passed the puck to Paul. Paul slid the puck past the goalie as the crowd erupted into cheers.
Gabriel's hands flew into the air; and before he went to congratulate Paul on a job well done, he turned to face a rather repulsive looking hockey player. "Why would I want to lose every year?" Gabriel smirked and then skated to where his line were celebrating.
"When we take over, Gabe," The demonic voice rose behind him, "You would have been saved."
Gabriel shook his head as he skated to the bench and took a seat as a different line took the ice. It was a phenomenal line out on the ice, which included the talents of: Joseph, Elijah, and Moses. Gabriel watched as the line moved the puck up the ice.
"Goal by Paul the Prophet. Assists to John the Baptist and Gabriel the Angelic." Horns and cheers followed the announcement. "Heavenly Hockey tournament; with your Prophets of God leading the Minions of Hell... 9 to 1. Minions of Hell goal was a fluke goal due to incessant cheating and threatening the ref's earthly life."
Gabriel snorted softly at the announcer - who would always generate boos from the crowd after saying such things about the Minions.
"Gabriel," he felt a comforting hand placed upon his shoulder, "Your line is up next."
"Yes, Father." Gabriel checked his stick, even though he really didn't need to, he'd had that stick for over 9,000 years and it had never broken or needed any type of repair work done. He figured that the grace of God was with him.
There was a change on the fly and Gabriel was out on the ice again.
"Ugh!" Gabriel checked a rather snotty looking demon with purple horns into the glass. "You'll pay for that!"
A few heckles from the Minion bench were directed towards the referee, "Are ya blind, ya moron? Blatant charging call! Get off yer knees ref; you're blowin' the game, eh!"
Gabriel continued on and finally got the puck again. He was skating through traffic when a rather large stick went flying towards his own. There was a large crack and his 9,000 year old stick broke into three pieces. He stopped in awe and looked over to the bench, where a brand new stick was being held out to him. Yet his feet wouldn't move.
"Losing your temper?" Gabriel knew that it was the voice of the Devil's Advocate. "Going to fight me, are you?"
"Never." Gabriel picked up the pieces of his stick. "Why stoop to your level, when I know you're going back to Hell when this is all over?"
x x x x x
Gabriel put up his feet and threw his head back. After three periods of intense hockey; the Prophets had won 17 to 2. The second goal was actually scored by one of the Minions; and caused quite a riot. Every couple of years a Minion would actually score and there would be much celebration on their part; Gabriel didn't know why. They always lost anyway. And in the end; they always would lose. Of course, it wasn't written in the Bible, but God had planned it all out and Gabriel had seen the books.
Gabriel realized how sleepy he was; so before he took his nap he prayed. Right when he was about half-way asleep a small scratching sound came from his window. He blinked his eyes and sat up. He looked towards the window and saw a beautiful snow white owl with a small halo around its head. It had a golden envelope in its beak.
"What is this?" Gabriel opened the window and the bird flew in. "Thanks Hedwig."
Hedwig nodded her head as if to say 'You're welcome.' Gabriel scratched her head.
Gabriel opened the envelope and a piece of parchment fluttered to the ground.
To my most trusted Gabriel,
As you may already know, the magical world is at war again. I do not believe that what I have created will bring the downfall of those in the service of Satan in that world. I need you, my son, to find one angelic being who was once a part of earth and prepare them for a trip to the magical world.
He is not sending someone over the borders, Gabriel thought.
I know that you will think that sending an earthling to the magical world will be the wrong thing to do, but you must have faith.
I do, thought Gabriel.
I know you have faith in me and in every cause that I deem worthy, and even though I am breaking the bounderies of the worlds I really must send one with extraordinary power to help those in need. A godsend for the magical world is needed.
Who must I send?
You will send one who you feel is right; though I do request that whoever you do chose be of stout heart, grace, and perhaps in life found out that evil grows within but that the evil can be conquered.
I know that you will find the right one for the journey.
Peace, Joy, and Goodwill to you Gabriel,
God
PS -
Pardon the pun, but that was one hell of a game! Mary said that you played beyond her expectations again. She really is pleased with you and asks for you to stop by for a visit whenever you have a chance. She's in a baking mood again - so when you go - prepare for muffins and cookies!
Gabriel put the letter down; and ruffled a few of Hedwig's feathers. He gave her a small treat and she nipped his finger gently. Hedwig flew to the window and then she was gone, flying away through the clouds.
"Stout heart, grace, and found out in life that evil grows within?" Gabriel reread the letter.
"Well..."
x x x x x
Buffy crossed her arms and heard the jingling of the manacles that were around her ankles and her wrists. She had tried to break them, but to no avail found out that they were as sturdy as the bars of her new cell. Buffy figured that those evil professors had enchanted the damn things. Not only that, but she didn't have the nice view that the high tower cell sported, because now she was in the dungeons. Where things were icky and gross and... well... icky and gross.
Snape had suggested the dungeons, and Buffy wished that she could kick him again. She smiled at the thought of when she had connected her foot to his stomach. That had been a nice feeling.
Buffy also remembered that the big wig Headmistress McGonagall (who Buffy thought was okay until now) had asked Lupin to make sure that Buffy wasn't full of dark magic. Lupin had had to put Buffy threw a few tests; some weren't so bad while others were not fun in the least. There had been some pain in the tests, but it was made better by the only good soul in the entire castle who was actually performing the tests. Lupin had been constantly apologizing, and it seemed that he was the only person with any actual feelings.
Buffy wished that someone would burst in through the doors and recue her. Rescue her like she was the damsel in distress (which she really was) and that the someone was her knight in shining armor (Buffy would even settle for an ugly demon to be that knight).
I'm so worried about Willow, Buffy thought, and Xander. God, I hope they're alright. Please, I couldn't take it if they...
Buffy mentally slapped any gory thoughts out of her head.
x x x x x
"Ooh!" Cordelia Chase pushed a strand of dark hair out of her face. "Wow - those red pumps - oh, wow." Even in death, Cordelia still had a thing for shoes. She picked up the box and pushed aside the paper, nearly drooling over the shoes.
"Now, don't we have enough shoes, Miss Cordelia?"
Cordelia looked up to Zurishaddai (they had become exceedingly good friends since she had passed through those pearly gates). "Yeah," she drawled out.
"However, a few more pairs wouldn't hurt." He took the box and placed it on a glass pedestal. "You take your time looking for another pair."
Cordelia thanked him and went off towards the back of the store. Cordelia had thanked every being and power when she had got to heaven and realized that she could still shop. Best thing was, everything was free. She really was in heaven. Of course, she had been scolded once by the Big Man Himself about vanity, so Cordelia only dressed up for fun now, unlike when she first arrived when she would dress to impress. In heaven, everyone was beautiful and nobody had to wear make up or do their hair. No bad hair days or any thing that Cordelia found to be quite annoying on earth.
Speaking of earth, Cordelia had also learned that earth wasn't by itself. God had created a world exactly like earth - but it was named the magical world, hoping that evil wouldn't spread to that world, but the Devil had found his way there as well.
If Cordelia ever met Satan, she sure as HELL would give him a good talking to. She didn't appreciate a lot of crap that he had put her through when she was on earth, and she certainly did not appreciate him making a fool of God. The devil.
As Cordelia was trying on another pair of shoes, she looked up and saw a heavenly light at the door to the store.
"Cordelia?"
She stood up quickly, "Yes?"
"Come with me, please."
"Er..." She looked to Zurishaddai. He shrugged and Cordelia followed the light. "I'm coming."
x x x x x
"I'm going back?" Cordelia gaped at Gabriel.
"Not to earth, to the magical world." Gabriel placed a finger under her chin and pushed her mouth closed.
"Why?"
"You're needed."
"Why?"
"Because good won't reign supreme without you."
"Why?"
"You ask too many questions."
"Why-er... I mean... sorry." Cordelia folded her hands in her lap.
"God needs a heavenly being who is stout of heart, full of grace, and knows that evil
grows within, but that it can be conquered." Gabriel leaned back into the plush chair.
"I'm not very graceful."
"Full of grace - kindness, elegance, charm-"
"Still don't-"
"You don't give yourself much credit. I know you, I followed your life while I was up here. I was your guardian angel until that beast was made in you. Then God took over, and he believed that coming to stay with us here was what was best." Gabriel sighed. "And, I've told you that story about-"
"Fifty times." They both said as they laughed.
"I need to go and run a few more errands, Cordelia, but when you awake tomorrow, you will be in the magical world. You will meet many magical people, but only one will be worth your while."
"How will I know that they are the right person?" Cordelia stood up and walked with Gabriel to the door.
"You will know." Gabriel looked at her and then bent down to kiss her. The kiss wasn't long, but Cordelia thought it was a rather good kiss. After all, weren't angel's good at everything?
"What was that for?" Cordelia whispered.
Gabriel placed a hand to her head and closed his eyes. He pushed her back with his hand, and Cordelia felt the most immense pain radiate through her head. Flashes of light and destruction passed before her eyes.
As Cordelia fell to the floor a human, Gabriel sighed. "Forgive me for that, I know how much they have pained you before. It's the only way." He walked out of the door, and knew that Cordelia's form was slowly fading and that she would be waking soon in the magical world.
x x x x x
Cordelia's eyes fluttered open. She realized rather quickly that she was in a bed. A rather nice and plush bed.
"Ow, my head." She mumbled.
"Oh, dear, that hair!"
Cordelia looked up quickly, and everything flooded back to her. Gabriel's kiss and then pain.
"Bastard!" She shook her fist up into the air and then collapsed back onto the bed.
"Really, you must use a brush, you're only making it worse." The voice again.
"Who in GOD'S name is that!?" Cordelia flung herself over the side of the bed and looked around. She stood up. "Talk!"
"Just a nice comb through." Cordelia's eyes rested on the mirror.
"Riiiight - magical world," she said. "Lots of magical beings. Guess this is my first one."
It was at that moment that Cordelia suddenly realized something. She realized that pain was again with her in this world, she realized that kisses were bad, and she realized how much better heaven really was. Then with all the realizations, she knew she had the visions again.
Cordelia fell to the ground, landing on her hands and knees, as the vision engulfed her.
Musical notes dancing on air... a large stone door opening... a plump woman with a pointy hat was bustling around a book store... a few goblins behind large desks... a man with a snake-like face... green light... graveyards... Buffy... the Houses of Parliament collapsing... a group of cloaked figures standing before a large piece of glass... another man with black, messy hair and... a scar.
x chapter's end x
R&R. Y'all are really great at picking up little inconsistencies; so continue to let me know, because sometimes it's either I don't get my point across or because I really didn't realize what I did.
Perhaps you can start to see specimens of the plot now? I swear there is one; we're still in the beginning and right now nobody is supposed to know exactly what is going on. Just be patient - you saw glimpses of it in this chapter. Technically there are clues in each chapter, but only later on will you be able to actually tell that they were placed on purpose. Heh.
Look forward to Ch. 8 entitled:
Basking in the Hero Glory
Buffy is saved from the clutches of those evil professors.
Questions/Stuff:
Anne-Marie : Did it really make the twins seem like they were Lockhart-ish? That wasn't the plan. I figured that since they would probably want to greet every customer into their shop that they would just charm some cardboard cutouts of themselves to do the greeting for them if they couldn't make it to the door in time. But now that I think about that, it does kinda seem that way doesn't it? Ha ha.
SilverPunk with an attitude : I can't make everyone meet up too soon! They're in different parts of the HP Universe - it'll take just a few more chapters - but everyone will reunite and then you'll really learn what's going on.
TheStatue : WTH, eh? LOL! Good! See, I'd be upset if you DID know what was going on. The back story hasn't been brought out yet for the HP world. Just stick through the madness for a few more chapters... then you won't be so confused.
texaswookie : Oh, yeah. I didn't think that a portkey would come from outside of Hogwarts grounds to the inside of Hogwarts. You know, what with all the spells and enchantments and wards surrounding Hogwarts. And... er... not to sound entirely evil when I say this... but it might not even be a portkey. After all - the Scoobies did find themselves in a different dimension. He he. I am evil, no? But, I definitely appreciate you bringing that to my attention; I am after all completely insane and sometimes canon stuff is blipped right out of my mind.
Again - I thank everybody for their reviews. A few more chapters and I'll do another Thank You section.
