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Summary : With Harry and Most of the Weasley's gone, Hermione is left alone. But, when God closes the door, somehow He leaves a window open…
Chapter 4 – Beatitudes
"I am the Avenger, the Protector and Guard… I am the Phoenix… I am the Blade of Light… I am… I am… me."
The Voice answered back with a trill of pride.
"Yes… yes, You are, Harry… and never let anybody else tell you otherwise…"
"Harry is the name of my lives, the lives I now serve to guard…" the newly born Archangel declared once more. "Be it known that I am Azeral… kin to the avenger Azrael, and my name means justice!"
"So be it Azeral, Phoenix Reborn and wielder of the Blade of Light… I, Metrodon welcome you to the Angelica…"
'Blessed are the pure of Heart, for they shall see God'
'Thou have broken the Code and the defied the Council…' The Voice spoke
Altair stood erect as he knew his judgment was about to be passed… He would be felled…
'But, Thou have done this in Love and were allowed to by the Source. Hear me my judgment…' There was a pause.
'Thy gift to thy charge has awakened and thy charge shall wake… but no longer shall thou be his guardian. Thy will be the mentor of thy Gift… Thou art correct, and He and thy gift did not die…' There was a pause as Azeral was presented.
'No wrong was done… is it not written that an Act of Love transcends all Laws?... So as it was written so it is done…' The Voice then turned to Azeral.
'Thou was guided and born by one of the Sons. As a Son and Arch Thy duty would be to protect thy charges as it should be from the beginning…'
The Voice left and the great light dimmed, leaving Azeral and Altair…
'Thank you…' Azeral began
'No need… Now, I believe its time to wake you up.' Altair said.
"Hear me, young Harry… feel and now know what you have not known… that which your enemy will never know… for this is your mothers' gift… for all our sakes… Live!" Altair then whispered, pouring a bit more of his strength into it in hopes it might break through the council's wards…
In the dead of night of a cold a windy hollows eve, as spirits roam freely across the land, a faint rumbling could be heard…
The sky suddenly darkened even more as rolling clouds moved to obscure the already weak light of the waning moon. It was here in a desolate graveyard that the rumbling of the earth was loudest. The winds blew stronger and daredevils twisted the dry cold earth…
Lightning streaked unhindered across the sky… St. Elmo's fire sent shards of light to shame even the most flamboyant display at new years or the fourth of July… Thunder rolled in accompaniment of the earths rumbling… Nature at it's greatest display…
But all this lasted by just a few moments, for just as sudden as it occurred the world came still in expectance… No cricket sang, no owl hooted…
In a castle far to the north, a lonely young woman in her dorms looked longingly at the sky…
If I could put you on top of a cake I would ice you.
And keep you wrapped up in a box to be near you.
If I could… I would…
Alone… so alone.
'I never thought you would affect me this way. I've never had an inkling that I might lose you.' Hermione said in her mind.
A single tear traced its way across her pale cheek, even though she'd promised herself that she wouldn't let the tears fall anymore.
'You were constant… I've always had this feeling you'd always be there. But, you're not here now, are you? It should have been you…'
If I could touch you again with my fingers so gently,
If I could feel you breathing in time next to me,
'Of all that things you could do to me, why'd you do this now that I can't do anything about it…' She thought again as she drew a long shuddering breath and slowly exhaled.
'No one can do anything about it… except for you, maybe' She began to smile a little as she remembered all the things that they've done together. She didn't notice that the earth seemed to have stopped and lay still.
But the silence surrounds me, flashing memories of you
Riding with the moon that night.
'Maybe I'll see you… maybe I won't… but atleast it will end the unending pain I feel right now…' she sighed again feeling defeated as she held up her hand to inspect the silver blade she'd been holding throughout the time since she sat by that window.
'Just a chance… I'm sure I won't be going where you are right now… but could you meet me by the gates… so that I might say goodbye?' She implored… again in her mind.
I never had the chance to say goodbye…
'Goodbye' Hermione whispered to the nothing that was her world right now.
Lost forever… Lost to another world…
Gone forever… but remembered in our thoughts, You are.
She couldn't do it. As the seconds ticked on… she realized what she was going to do and dropped the blade in shock.
They wouldn't want her to be like this… They would have wanted her to fight on… He would have wanted her to fight on…
She wept, breaking her own promise, but as the sobs subsided, she felt a strange warmth of comfort surround her… lulling her to sleep…
If I could open the heavens above, I'd be with you.
If I could hold you again in my arms I would tell you
A swirl of gold mist began to twirl around her as she was slowly lifted back to her bed… a small smile began to tug at her lips…
The blade she was holding earlier melted and few seconds later become a single white rose which settle beside her…
That… I Love You.
'… and I Love you too…' the thought… the whisper permeated the room. Although she was asleep, a small tear again leaked from her closed eyes.
A tear of happiness.
'Blessed are those that Grieve, for they shall be comforted'
As Hermione finally slept peacefully… the rumbling began again in that small graveyard…
But this time it was accompanied by a loud tearing noise… and the earth split open above one of the graves…
A small shaft of light broke through the still rolling clouds, which slowly parted to make way for more of the light to pass through…
The light grew in its intensity as to seem solid, but what was odd it would seem is the accompanying noise… a chorus of multitudes like that of a thousand phoenixes trilling… singing their odes of joy… an ode to life…
From the depths of the grave a figure rose amidst the light… borne up by unseen wings as it floated serenely within the encompassing comfort of warmth…
The body, although buried for months have shown no decay. If one could look closer it would just seem to be asleep…
Its burial clothes melted away, leaving the figure as naked as it was in its birth… wounds and injuries healed and further granted its rightful stature for its age…
From within the shaft of white, a pulsating gold sphere descended and entered the body…
Nothing seems to happen for a minute… when suddenly the body jerked as if shocked, then was still again…
'Blessed are the weak, for they shall inherit the earth'
AN
Dear Reader,
I'm back once again… it had been a refreshing vacation. Did you miss me?
I know this fic might seem confusing but bear with me, it will get clearer as it goes on. The thing to remember is that Angels aren't governed by our sense of time or space.
AN2
The song featured in this chapter is Silent World by Donna Lewis form her self titled album