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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 5– Angels Among Us
When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees.
There's always been someone there to come and comfort me.
A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand.
A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand.
And ain't it kind of funny that at the dark end of the road.
Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope.
Oh I believe there are angles among us.
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hours.
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.
To guide us with a light of love.
- Angels Among Us
The chill of the November air descended upon the people of London. They hurriedly went through their paces to business they thought only they would know.
But, that was ever more wrong… a lot… a whole lot knew what goes on in their minds… in their hearts…
An uncaring world it would seem, where beggars sit being avoided by those that could readily afford the lost of a pence…
…where babies are left in front of orphanages and churches, just because their parents couldn't afford, or worse yet… didn't want them…
…where the elderly are sent into homes, forgotten… discarded like broken down furniture, useless… until ofcourse they moved on and left a will…
On and on they moved. Like ants from the vantage point of one who watched them as he perched precariously atop the tower. Though obscured by the early evening fog, he saw through it… and into the hearts of men.
'Thieves…' he thought. 'All of them are just thieves…'
His gaze moved from person to person and he saw… so few are innocent… and all those were children…
'Gossiper, liar and hypocrite… a bearer of false witness against her neighbor' he judged a woman who was leaving a church. 'A thief of the truth.'
'Rapist… a thief of innocence' he thought as he looked at a middle aged man.
'Blasphemer…' he looked at a preacher as he entered his penthouse suite relaxing in the embrace of his women. '… and an abuser of his power… a thief of the Word'
'Murderer… thief of life'…
On and on he watched and catalogued them in his mind, dismayed… appalled at what he saw.
A touch in his mind told him that it was time for action… the time to teach repentance is at hand.
Who would better teach than that that was touched by darkness… who better to judge than that who has known unfairness yet still is noble… and who better to execute than one who has bled…
A whirring hiss was all he made as he let himself fall the hundred meter drop to the alley below…
Up to the north, in a castle of knowledge known only to a few which have the gift of magic. A spidery professor was helping her students make sense of the dregs in their teacups, suddenly went straight and rigid. Her eyes went blank and emotion left her. Her hair flowed like that of being blown in a stiff breeze and a faint glow of gold surrounded her. From a sort of distance a soft song, not unlike a choir could be heard. The students were suddenly fearful, not surprising as it was now a time when all hope seems lost.
Then she spoke in a voice that was not hers.
The Avenger has come…
Tremble all Ye who delve in darkness
Tremble all Ye who serve the evil one…
The Phoenix is reborn...
Rejoice for hope is not lost
Rejoice for his justice is swift
The Sword of Light is unsheathed…
Choose thy champion…
The battle is at hand…
The Avenger has come…
It was not a prophesy. This, Albus knew. It was a message of Hope.
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'Man on the left in the black jacket… Melissa has been whispering to him to change his mind, but Gorgash overcame her… and Suzzane is worried for her charge…' Azeral called to him.
'I know…' The young man replied. 'So, same old… I'll handle him, you help Melissa with Gorgash… and tell Suzzane not to worry…' He asked.
The minutes ticked by as the young man shadowed the stalker… giving the man time to change his mind.
But the man did not and pulled the hapless girl into the bushes, and proceeded to try to have his way with her.
His fate was sealed as a whisper, though silent it held power, sailed to the rapist's ears.
"My peace I give you, one more chance I offer you, stop know and repent… or…" the young man paused as he came into view with his hand clasped infront of him. "You will be in pieces".
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One month Later…
"In our continued coverage of the incredible phenomena that's been sweeping around the world… the number of people affected has been officially declared as two million five hundred seventy three thousand four hundred and three. The studies conducted by leading authorities of both theology and psychology, including experts on the occult, have brought out their preliminary conclusion that this is real ladies and gentl…"
Click..
"This is BBC…In foreign news, a hundred more people have turned themselves in confession on the crimes of their White Supremacy group, including the group's leader, who is wanted for murder…"
Click…
"One Minute News…A single teen mother was saved from herself as she attempted to throw herself off…"
Click… "One minute he was there… then…"
Click.
The room dimmed to near blackness as the TV was turned off. The only light that remains is that which seeps through a small parting of the heavy curtains.
"Lizera!" The man called out to his aid, who scrambled hurriedly to his side.
"Assemble my Lieutenants… I believe our friends from above have further raised the stakes." He then ordered.
"My Lord, do I include Tom?" The aid asked in her sultry voice.
The man turned to her, his eyes flashed red for a second before going back to their heavy brown which complements the Olympian chisel of his handsome face.
"Yes, including Tom, I know he'll be happy to hear that he might get a chance previously stolen from him…" He answered his favorite minion.
She looked at him quizzically… as if asking 'how do you know?' she was graced by an answer.
"My dear, all angels hear the songs… the whispers…" He said in a knowing tone before continuing. "Even The Fallen Ones…"
His Dark Hollow laughter suddenly filled the air, making even his minions shudder…
AN
I know Heart's Nobility has short chapters. I find it somehow amusing that if you use your imagination enough (as a reader), the rest would fill the gaps… Ofcourse, a somewhat vague but clear (???? ) input is required beforehand. Hence, the style I'm using. I do hope it works and that you guys like it.