A/N: Hi again everyone. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thanks to those who reviewed.
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Avenging Angel.
Chapter Four.
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The girl was led to what she assumed to be Dumbledore's office. The door was opened and McGonagall let her go first. She knew it was because McGonagall didn't trust her. She walked in, to see an old man, dressed in wizard's robes, and had a pair of half-moon spectacles on his nose. His long white hair and beard seemed a little unreal to her. The male Avenging Angels that she had been raised by, had always chopped their hair short, or kept it in neat, shoulder length ponytails. She'd never seen a male with hair so long, or a beard like the one this wizard seemed to have. But she knew that this was Dumbledore. Just by his face and presence. She was still wearing her hood, and she felt a little safer from the penetrating gaze. "This girl says that she is only here to speak with you about something, and to harm no one." McGonagall said. "I can speak for myself Ma'am." The Girl said quietly. "What is it that you wish to speak to me about young lady?" Dumbledore asked. "It's a personal matter. It's a question that only you can answer and I'd rather keep myself to myself." The girl said quietly. Trying to hint that she wished for McGonagall to leave.
Dumbledore smiled. "It's alright Professor McGonagall, this girl doesn't mean any harm. If she had I'm sure she would have killed all of us already." Dumbledore said. This made both females widen their eyes. "How do you know that?" The Girl asked. "You are the Avenging Angel that has been killing Voldemort's followers are you not?" Dumbledore said. The girl nodded. "Well you mean no harm to anyone here?" Dumbledore questioned. The girl shook her head. "It's alright for you to leave us Professor. I don't think she intends to hurt anyone." Dumbledore said quietly. McGonagall nodded and left.
"So what is this question that you wished to ask young lady?" Dumbledore asked. "I don't know how to ask my question." The girl replied. "You are the one who has been killing the witches and wizards." Dumbledore asked. "I am." The girl replied. "You are an Avenging Angel?" Dumbledore asked. "I am not sir." The girl replied. "You carry out revenge like an Avenging Angel." Dumbledore said. Probing further into the girl's meaning. "I was raised by Avenging Angels. When my parents and baby brother were murdered by Voldemort. They had lost a child to Voldemort a week before, and found me wondering around. So they took me in, raised me and trained me like one of their own." The girl replied. "Many families were murdered by Voldemort." Dumbledore replied. "Not that many. Voldemort came for my family all by himself. Without a single Deatheater to do his dirty work. I'm sure now, even though I didn't understand when I was a child, that Voldemort wanted to make sure my family were dead. I don't know if he even knew I was there. Or that I existed. All I know is that one day my family was happy. I was six, my brother was one. I lost everyone I knew in one night of chaos. And I know that it was exactly what Voldemort wanted." The girl said. Her words stumbling, she wasn't even sure if she had them in the right order. But Dumbledore seemed to understand what she was saying.
"Tell me young lady. How did you manage to kill some of the most powerful dark wizards and witches, and kill them, without the slightest bit of magic, and only human weapons, to help you?" Dumbledore asked. "I put a silencing spell on my feet, crept into their houses and simply killed them while they were sleeping." The girl replied. She felt nothing for these lives she had taken. Her voice held no tremor, no pain, not even a hint of disgust or remorse. Dumbledore looked at the girl through his spectacles. "Why did you risk your life to kill them?" Dumbledore asked. "Because they were murderers ten times over. I was simply returning the favour. I'm only looking for one specific wizard or witch now." The girl said. "Which wizard or witch are you looking for?" Dumbledore asked. "The one that informed Voldemort where my family were hiding. That's my final revenge before I go after Voldemort myself." The girl replied. Dumbledore was stumped. His leglimens skills were telling him that she was telling the truth, he had sensed not a single lie left her lips. "Do you honestly think that you can creep up on Voldemort and kill him, as you did these other witches and wizards?" Dumbledore asked. The girls' intense gaze fell on Dumbledore. He could feel the red hot gaze, even though the girls hood was up. "I don't know if I can, but I will try." The girl said. "Why not try to live instead of die?" Dumbledore asked.
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Hermione was sat in the Gryffindor common room. Harry, Ron and Ginny were sitting around her. They had woken up when they heard Hermione being brought back by McGonagall. They looked at their pale-faced friend, wondering what was wrong with her. She hadn't spoken for twenty minutes. "Hermione? What happened?" Ron asked. "I saw her." Hermione said. "Saw who?" Harry asked. "That girl. The one that Ginny talked about." Hermione replied. "Did she hurt you?" Harry asked. Ginny knew the answer was no. "She didn't hurt me. She scare me." Hermione said. Neither Harry nor Ron asked anymore questions.
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"I don't have anything to live for, now that my family are gone. My life has been empty since they died. Only you can tell me if I have anything left to live for now." The girl said. "How can I give you this great information?" Dumbledore asked. "By telling me if my brother is dead or alive." The girl replied. "If you tell me who you are, then I can tell you if your brother is alive." Dumbledore said. "I can't tell you my real name. I'm not ready to give my name away so easily." The girl said. "Then how do you expect me to answer your question young lady?" Dumbledore asked. "By allowing me to teach advanced fighting, and defence classes, so that students can protect themselves outside the school without magic." The girl said.
Dumbledore frowned for the merest of moments. "I do not think that any of the parents of the students would approve of such a class." Dumbledore said. "If the parents do not want their child in the class, they can simply write a letter, expressing their disapproval and the child need no longer attend." The girl said. Dumbledore knew that defence classes such as these would be a good idea for students. It would teach them not to be so quick to trust their wands. But he knew parents would be disapproving. "And what name would your students give you?" Dumbledore asked. "The name given to me by the Avenging Angels. Angella Seraph." The girl replied. "Well then Professor Seraph, Professor McGonagall will lead you to your chambers, and I will assign you a classroom in the morning." Dumbledore said. Angella looked at Dumbledore. "Why are you helping me without more questioning?" She asked. "I am helping you merely because I believe the students could benefit from this kind of training, but I do not know how being a teacher here could help you find out if your brother is alive or not." Dumbledore said. "It will help me to find out if my brother is alive far more discreetly, then my nosing around the school archives will help me when I am sneaking around." Angella replied.
Dumbledore nodded. He did something, Angella was not sure what, but something, that bought McGonagall back to the office. "Professor McGonagall, please feel free to show our new teacher, Angella Seraph, to a room." Dumbledore said. Professor McGonagall looked a little suspicious, but she complied. "Come on Miss Seraph." McGonagall said. Angella followed without question. "Why did the Avenging Angels give you another name?" Dumbledore asked as she was leaving his office. "To protect me. In case Voldemort should ever come back to look for me. He never did." Angella said. Dumbledore nodded. Angella finally left the office, and Dumbledore was left to wonder just who this girl was. He then decided to send an owl to the Ministry of Magic in the morning to find out how many families that Voldemort had attacked, had actually had survivors.
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The next evening at dinner, the students were all surprised to see someone in a black cloak sat at the teachers table. Dumbledore stood up and made an announcement. "Students, this is our new teacher, Angella Seraph. She is to teach Advance fighting and defence classes." Dumbledore said. The hall fell silent. Everyone stared at this new teacher. They obviously couldn't see her face.
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Hope ya like this chapter. I know ya all thougt ya were gonna get an answer to all the mysterious questions surrounding the Avenging Angel, didn't ya. (smirks)
BTW I did mean to call her Angella. It's pronounced An-gella. Not jel but gel. I know it's weird, it's actually the feminine greek plural for Angel. The male one is Angello for anyone who is interested. Anyways, it's an ironic name. Hope ya all liked, please R&R. Thanks again.