Eyes of an Angel

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Chapter 2 – Where Angels Fear to Tread…

Pain… an all consuming pain that showed no remorse in its unyielding plight to express itself. That is all I felt upon opening my eyes. What happened to me? Where am I? Who am I? What… am I?

Like a little child with a new toy the wind would ebb and flow with the passing of the clouds as they covered the sun, forever bound in an eternal game of tag. As the clouds covered the sun for one final time in order to announce the encroaching storm that was to come, the wind decided to play a new game with the leaves scattered about the ground.

The sound of leaves being thrown about by the wind was the first thing that the young man was able to conceive in his otherwise muddled mind. All he new was the pain that flowed through his very being. Little by little, the young man was able to grasp the pain and force it to the back of his mind as the wind continued to play with the discarded leaves.

"Where am I? What's going on?" He asked as he looked around.

His location seemed rather sombre but not exactly unsightly. Nevertheless, the well kept lawns and landscapes did nothing to drown out the young man's apprehension as he realised that his place of rest was a cemetery that he recognised as the one just outside of Hogsmead. How he new where he was located, the young man was not sure, but he knew he had to leave. He needed to be somewhere, the young man just wasn't quite sure where. Something was calling to him, a great sorrow that consumed his very being. He had to find the source of that great sorrow, something was not right. Getting up from the ground, the young man started to walk towards the exit. Thoughts and questions without answers passed before his mind's eye, each more troublesome then the next.

One memory in particular seemed to stay with him; he just couldn't get his mind to grasp what he was seeing. A girl with fiery red hair and a temper to match kept invading his thoughts. She was so familiar, yet her face seemed to be shrouded in shadow. The more he tried to concentrate on the girl in his mind, the more it seemed as if her very presence was being masked by some other more sinister shadow. She was the reason he was here, that much was clear to the boy, but his purpose still seemed to elude him. Concentrating more on the fiery angel in his mind the young man became lost in painful and forgotten memories, his steps never missing a beat as he continued towards the exit.

Please! Dear God just leave her alone! Her screams were haunting as they continued to assault my ears. Why were they doing this? Was torturing someone that much fun? Could they not see that it was wrong? Why do people feel the need to hurt and provoke others for the simple enjoyment of hearing their anguish?

If only I could do something…I wish I wasn't so powerless. Weak… that's what I am. Her screams finally stop at last as she lies prone and discarded on the floor of the cell, her eyes staring lifelessly into mine screaming her disgust at my inability to protect her. As ashamed as I am, I cannot gather the strength to look away, my silent apology for not being able to protect the innocent.

The hooded figures have now turned away from her lifeless body to encroach upon me. Their eyes hold much promise of pain and suffering before I too will be allowed to seek eternal slumber. I close my eyes as the pain descends upon my body, willing my cries to drown out their cruel and mocking laughter. The pain seems to intensify as their brutal assaults continue and I drown in the darkness that emerges with the relief only found in eternal slumber.

They seemed to realise that I was no longer as responsive as I should have been; easing off on their entertainment they denied me my long awaited rest. Even in my agony a small figure can be seen within my mind's eye, flaming red hair and face shrouded in shadows are all I can discern. An angel, my friend, my guardian; I remember what she means to me, but most of all I remember who she is… my Ginny.

"GINNY!" His cry of desperation echoes in the stillness of the graveyard. His memories assault him as he is forced to remember all the good and bad times of his life.

That sorrow, it was hers he realised. She was the one he needed to find in order to seek his purpose once more. The more he walked, the more the young man began to shift through his memories that were no longer cloaked in shadows. The young man just couldn't seem to understand why he had woken up here of all places. A graveyard was not the best of places to fall asleep in; however, it did best the prison-like quality his previous captors had held him in. He continued to make his way towards the one place that he new to be a home of sorts: Hogwarts. There, he would find the answers that he was looking for.

Many thoughts continued to race through his head as he approached a clearing in the cemetery. As he approached he saw a group of people standing around in a half circle. It was from this direction the sorrow was coming from. Only when walking closer to the group was he able to see their tears of sorrow and grief. Wondering who had passed away but not wanting to intrude, the young man cautiously made his way to the center of the group. As he passed some people he began to realise that he recognised some of those present. Finally able to see what they were staring at, the young man could only stare back in abject horror. Standing before him like some great monolith thought lost in time stood something that he had hoped to never be able to see for his own eyes. Before him was something that would shake his very being… his own tombstone…

"I-it can't be real; this must be some sort of trick! Fred! George! Show yourself, I know you're out there! This is really sick, even for you two! You know that!"

Getting desperate, the young man whirled around to face the gathered crowd searching out the faces of those he had named. Not once did he take the time to realise that not even one of those present had heard his accusations. Continuing his search he finally came across those he had named in his accusations and for once, the young man wished that he had never found them. His heart broke and the feeling of sorrow seemed to intensify as he laid his eyes upon their distraught faces. Even the twins were not that great of actors, there was no way for them to fake their pain.

Gulping down the bile that threatened to rise, the young man made his way towards the two seemingly grief-stricken twins. As he raised his hands to place it upon their shoulders he let out a gasp as his hands passed through their bodies. The young man watched as the twins shuddered before becoming passive once again. Taken aback by this turn of events, the young man made his way towards other familiar faces only to have the same result.

Finally he came upon the face that had saved him from the darkness; that had called out to him and pleaded with him to come back. His angel stood before him, wrapped in the embrace of her mother. The sheer force of her conflicting emotions tore up his heart and he yearned to hold her in his arms, to be the one to comfort her and shield her from the pain. Taking a step forward he tried to hold onto her only to see his attempts were futile. His only accomplishment was to make the young woman sink further into her mother's embrace in an attempt to fight off his deathly chill.

A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and a growing numbness filled his being as he began to realise the implications of his situation. A cold, mocking laugh to his right gained his attention as a sultry voice, the owner that humourless laugh, spoke the words that he refused to accept.

"You, Mister Potter… are dead."

Well, I had one person who requested that this not be a one shot and so here is the second chapter! I hope you enjoy this. PoL is coming along nicely, if all goes well you should expect to see a new chapter of that story sometime in early March.

I just had to get this chapter out early, my present to all of you! I hope you like it!

Since we can't reply to reviews in our stories, I'll be posting them on my forum on (I did not read anywhere that we couldn't do that; only no stories on the forums… hehe). Link to review forum can be found on my profil page.

Chapter 3 – Angel's lullaby … February 25th, 2006

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