Interlude: Resolve
Quidditch Pitch
Bear…Dragon…hey! Fluffy. Harry lay on his back gazing up at the clouds
Thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthump
His heart beat steadily within his chest. How? It shouldn't be possible. Was it a dream? Did it really happen? Rolling over onto his back he concentrated. Within seconds two crimson dragon hide wings sprouted from his shoulder blades.
Nope it was real. Then why do I 'live' He was tempted. Extremely tempted to take his newly sharp nails and drag them across his skin. Just to see if hr'd heal. If he was truly turned it would seal itself. It wasn't as though he'd bleed to death.
Why? Why, can't I be normal? why am I always the exception? Harry sighed. Lying his head down on his arms and wrapping his wings round himself he fell into a light sleep under the afternoon sun.
Hogwarts Library
Mate..Lamia…Draconian….Vampire….Dopplezauger. Draco sighed in frustration. No where! There was no place at all where he could find Harry's condition. It simply didn't exist.
Not that I'm too terribly surprised Malfoy sighed. Well at least he could still bear children.
But what did it all mean? Could he possibly possess the blood of another creature? Heavens above WHAT HAVE I DONE!
Quidditch Pitch
(Dream Sequence)
Harry…Harry
The Boy-Who-Lived lifted his head, seeking the source of the sound.
Here…I am here Harry
Turning round the lithe Gryffindor beheld a sight that stole his breath away. There bathed in a whit ethereal glow stood…an elf?...an angel? She was tall and thin. Though not sickly so. Her thick auburn hair fell in soft curly waves to her waist. Recognition struck him as he came face to face with twin pools of emerald fire that eerily mirrored his own.
Mother?
Yes Child
How?
You are a Dark Angel my dear. Or were I suppose. She said her eyes sparkling in merriment.
What?
Tis the reason your heart beats. The evidence is apparent within you crimson wingspan. Dark angels have the ability to traverse across the plain of life and death in dreams. Struck Harry could only look on in amazement. Finally he whispered.
Why? Why haven't you come before? Am I so wretched so weak as to fall beneath your notice? Harry hissed.
You had not yet com into your inheritance. Besides our connection to Voldemort as well as your ignorance to your lineage barred me from reaching you. Through the blood of your Draconian you became opened to communication. I'm sorry my son. I wish I could have come to you sooner. My eternal soul has wept repeatedly on your behalf.
Where's father?
He is not a Dark Angel. He is merely a wizard descendant of Gryffindor. Truly now son you are not an angel nor are you a Vampire.
Confused Harry questioned. Then what am I?
A circumstantial Anpyrel.
A what?
An Anpyrel. Half angel half Vampire, though your wizard blood keeps your wings whole untattered and crimson. Truly you shall bring down Voldemort, at this she began to fade.
No! Wait Mother!
Fear not I shall come again.
Mother!
"Nooooooooo," Harry sat bolt upright. The sun was setting in the west.
Had I really been out that long?
Anpyrel….Anpyrel…Him!
What he was. The word bounced round in his mind.
His identity his race, his place.
Rising slowly from the grass he took a deep breath. It was coming. The end, to his pain, and the sufferage of the wizarding world. He was ready…
It was time…
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Your reign has ended.
TBC…
A/N: K. Yeah I know it was short. I wasn't entirely pleased with the outcome of this particular chapter, but somethings needed to be explained. Well were in the home stretch folks only one chapter or two till the end of this tale. Well TTFN! Review it makes me write faster. Besides the 'boys' like it. Ciao!
