Angels and Demons: Children of the Night Chapter 12: Midnight Rendezvous, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: Do I really have to repeat myself? I don't own anything.

A/N: I'm very sorry (dodge for the flying tomatoes) that I haven't updated, but blame my computer for it. But here it is! I guess that everyone has solved the riddle yet? No? But Now the moment you all were waiting for… Night's explanations…

Thank you very much Jadzania, I love you so much (didn't know I had so many grammar mistakes ;) )

Thanks for all the reviews. I love you all!

Every night 's a million tears
Since we're not together
Time is crawlin'
Tomd myself I wouldn't call
Should've known better
Cause I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

Catch my heart before it shatters
And make me live again

If you think baby after so long
That I'm over you, baby you're so wrong
I want you back
Every time I kiss, I still kiss you
No matter who it is, I still miss you
I want you back in my life
I want you back in my life

Don't know how it's been for you
Are you seeing someone
Just tell me are you happy
It's good to hear your voice again
Better if you tell me you still want me
'Cause you still have me
You're the one thing that matters
Do I matter too

Maybe I'm living in dreamland
Asking for a slap in the face
But I just had to call you, just in case

Catch my heart before it shatters
And make me live again

Natalia --I want you back—

When I listened to that song it was sooo Night and Ginny theme. Don't you think?

A Midnight Rendezvous.

It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frame, except for a few like Phineas Nigellus. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk and sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby tattered Wizard's hat – the Sorting hat. Standing on a golden perch behind the door was Fawkes the phoenix who was watching the visitors in the room. Every chair was preoccupied by the Order and they were all staring at a piece of parchment in the centre of the table.

The headmasters looked old and wary through his half-moon glasses. He was trying to understand, like all the rest, what this little riddle means and how to translate it. Professor Lee, the Ancient Runes teacher and Mister Hyde who studied and tought Language were discussing the possible meaning of the text. The other Order members were half asleep or were listening very carefully, but it was all fruitless.

"Maybe it's a muggle text? You never know." Professor Lee suggested.

Mister Hyde shook his head fiercely and grasped the parchment out of said man's hand.

"Do you know what language it is?" Asked one of the Weasley twins, Fred.

"I don't know," Pf. Lee said, "First I thought it was some kind of Semitic language, but I'm not very sure anymore. See, most Semitic languages are using a nekkudot . That does not fit in this text."

"Maybe it is older than that?" Suggested Arthur. Pf. Lee eyed him.

"What's nekkudot?" Asked one of the Order member.

Mister Hyde didn't looked away from the parchment. "Many modern Semitic alphabets have no vowels in their written language that's why they used nekkudot- small points and stripes which were written under or in a consonant- to indicate which vowels must be pronounced. If you look to the history of the languages, there are relatively new additives."

Many minutes passed when no one said something. The parchment passed on, so that every person could read (or try to) and passed it on again. It was totally useless, even for a skilled tutor in Ancient Language. After an hour debating, Dumbledore stood up and shoed them out of his office. Only Snape got left behind who was quietly standing in the corner.

"You wanted to see me, Severus?" Asked the old man. Snape stepped away from the wall, staring at the piece of paper on the desk.

"He is up to something." Snape replied.

"Really? Who?"

"The Dark Lord of course." The potion master rubbed his temple, looking quite tired. "He doesn't give me any information about anything except for those in his Inner Circle, and you know that I'm not in that one."

"I fully understand, Severus, but I can't risk your life. You are too important to us." The old man said.

"Don't sympathise with me, Albus. I will do everything in my power to get some information."

Dumbledore smiled , but the age in his eyes betrayed his despair .

"Do if you like, Severus. But one thing."

"What!" He snarled.

"Get some rest." Dumbledore smiled. Snape sneered and left the office.

The old man took the parchment from his desk and gazed at it. Than he put it in one of his drawers, closed it and stood up. After saying goodnight to his phoenix, he disappeared into his bedroom.

The morning was still early for those who sat in the Great Hall, a chamber where the enchanted ceiling mirrored the sky outside. Four long tables were occupied the Hall which was seated by students of each house. Closest to the doors of the Entrance Hall was Slytherin, then Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and next to the far wall was Gryffindor. Five friends were eating breakfast at the Gryffindor table. Hermione, as usually, was sticking her nose in the newspaper, but it wasn't the Daily Prophet. Ron was eyeing her and elbowed Neville in his side.

"Whatcha reading, 'Mione?" The red haired asked. She didn't hear him. Harry at the other hand did.

"She's reading the 'Times', Ron." He said without looking up from his breakfast.

"The Times?"

"It's a Muggle newspaper, Ronald." She piped in. "You ought to know a bit more about your country."

"Sorry, I didn't know. Like my name is 'Hermione'." He joked sarcastically.

"Very funny."

"So, something happened in the Muggle world?" Ginny asked, taking a toast from the plate. She met his whose? Harry's? Ron's? eyes for a second but looked away and concentrated back to her friend. Harry kept gazing at her while finishing his meal.

"There is something disturbing that I have read." She said. Now she had all the attention from the table except for Harry who was brooding.

"Well, please tell." Neville asked. Hermione frowned a bit, vowed the paper back up. "You have to know that this paper is already a week old." They nodded.

"Something happened in Paris," she continued, "In the Louvre to be more specific. You all know about the famous painting of Da Vinci, right?"

"The Mona Lisa?" Ginny said.

"Correct. Well, something happened with it. The reporters Blake and Williams, said that the Mona Lisa has−"

"She has lost her smile and she's crying." Harry whispered in a monotone voice, looking into space.

Everyone eyed him, even Ginny. They all stopped eating and Hermione lowered the paper gently.

"That's right…" She alleged.

"Harry, Mate, you ok?" Ron asked. Hearing his voice, Harry came out of his brooding and watched his friends in puzzlement.

"How did you no?"' Mione asked.

"Euh?"

"About the Mona Lisa?"

"I don't know."

"Have you read it somewhere?"

"No."

"Then how did you know?" She kept asking. The rest were all flabbergasted.

"I told you I don't know!" he snarled.

Silence.

"Sorry." Hermione said, lowering her eyes. Harry watched her and waved it away.

"It's ok."

"Man, you've terrified us." Ron said looking at his friend.

Harry smiled. They smiled back and went beck to their meal. When they were disturbed by little hooted noises at the ceiling, the five friends looked up and saw hundred of owls delivering the mail. Hermione got a new Daily Prophet and started to read. The snowy owl named Hedwig gave Harry a letter from his friend Remus while the others opened their mail and packages.

An eagle like looking owl dove down towards Ginny and landed softly in front of her. The red haired girl looked at it with a surprised expression when the owl gave her a white envelope. She took it and the owl flew away immediately. A minute passed by until she opened the letter, but before she could read it, Neville looked over her shoulder.

"From whom is it?" he asked curiously.

She shrugged, and looked at him making clear that she wanted to read it alone. Neville nodded politely and went back to his conversation with Ron about his new tactics for Quiddich. Ginny looked around to see if no one was looking and opened the letter. It was a small letter which she opened first.

Dear Ginny,

Don't open the rest of the letter until you are alone.

Wait until 9 o'clock in your dormitory. Be alone.

Love, Night.

Ginny blinked several times in chock. She couldn't believe that Night actually wrote to her, left alone send it to Hogwarts. She looked deeper into the letter and saw another letter—the letter she will read when she will be alone. Yes, she kind of missed him.

She folded the letter up and put it away in her pocket, and then she bid her farewell to her friends because it was time for her classes.

Harry watched her when she left the Great Hall; he stood up, told his friends to wait for him at the DADA class and followed her out. He saw her walking towards to stairs in the Entrance Hall and called out her name. Ginny turned around and looked through mass of people, and saw Harry approaching. Now she felt something strange; jealousy. She frowned; how could she feel that? She waved it away and gazed into those emerald green eyes.

"You looked shocked back there." He said prying. Ginny looked away and blushed.

"I did?" She asked innocent. Harry got hold of her arm and she looked back at him.

"Who was he?"

Ginny gave him a puzzled expression. She knew perfectly well to whom he was referring. But this was rather personal business, even if it was Harry. She didn't want to tell anyone she had a relationship with this guy, but still; she still had a crush on him as well. The only thing she couldn't do was to choose between him and Night. Harry was ok in her eyes, but Night had something special she couldn't put her finger on it. Was it because he was a Sorcerer? She really didn't know. Maybe she should write him a letter, tonight.

"I don't know, he wore a mask, remember?" She said.

Harry looked lost for a moment, but eventually he smiled and pulled her close. Ginny put her arms around him and hugged him back.

"Don't worry," She replied, "I'm fine. I had a great night that day. So don't blame yourself, ok?"

Harry never showed any affection. That happens when you grow up with the Dursley's who hated you for what you were. But with time he learned to deal with it. He embraced her gently and nodded in her neck.

"Alright, sure."

They let go of each other.

"I'm going to be late for class." She said smiling.

"Me to. See you at dinner?"

"Yep, see ya." And she left.

It was a very dreadful day for Ginny. She let herself fall on her back and let out a long sigh and stared at the ceiling of her bed. Nothing was wrong, but the lessons with Professor Binns, the history teacher, were very exhausting and she nearly got hurt by one of the Blast-ended skrewts during COMC. She was very glad when the lessons were over for the day, and her stomach growled when she made her way towards the Great Hall for dinner. That was uneventful talking to her friends, making jokes and the like. But Harry kept staring at her which made her uncomfortable. But it ended soon when she made her way to the Tower.

Making sure no one followed, like Harry or any other friends, she disappeared.

She stepped out of her bed, and pulled her Hogwarts clothes off and dressed herself with something relaxing. When she was finished, she sat back on her bed and looked into space, until she leant over and took her letter from her pocket. She stared at it for a moment, too excited to read and to find out what he had written.

The sky outside was already dark when the clock chimed 9 'o clock. Before she took out the letter she first looked around to see if no one was there or coming. Then she opened up the letter, took the second letter out of the first and opened it up.

Sorry,

It's an enchanted Portkey…

"What the?" She felt a familiar pull behind her navel and got sucked up in a whirl of many colours which made her sick to her stomach. When the colours faded away, she landed softly on the ground which was actually a divan. The letter she was holding fell out of her hand when her vision came back.

It took her a few minutes to focus and the first thing she saw was a TV-set in front of her. Her father had told her many things about the Muggle world and their gadgets, but what she didn't understand was why Night would send her here? It was even warmer then in her bedroom. Carefully she stood up, and took a look around. It was a nice room with lot of big windows, comfortable furniture's and lot of Muggle devises. The open kitchen was attached directly to the living room where she was standing.

She walked around a bit, just to find herself in a nice looking villa with no sign of Nuitari. It was dead quiet in the house until a voice stopped her in her tracks. Ginny turned around in shock as she saw Night standing in the doorway which let to the hall. She blushed, but pulled herself together.

"Hey there." She replied happy to see him again. She took a good look at him. He wore a black long sleeved under tunic, tabards-vest that went around his neck, priest-like and an obi. No belt. Black pants, and black combat boots. At the back of his vest, there was a beautiful blue-red dragon motive stitched on it and an identical smaller one on his collar. Ginny forgot to breath, his lavender eyes were appropriated with his outfit along with his dark hair. Then she realised what he has done.

"Are you insane? Taking me away from Hogwarts to… to…to here." She pouted. Night smiled happily at her.

"Rincón de la Victoria." He said still smiling.

"Where?"

"Costa del Sol, Gin." He explained. Ginny looked dumbstruck.

"I'm in Spain?"

Night nodded and she looked studded for a minute like a statue. Night moved away from the doorway and walked up towards her and gently embraced her. When she felt him, she felt save. Why? She didn't know, but she hugged him back. Yep, she really had missed him.

"When I want to go away from all the stress in the Castle, I come here to my summer house. My mother left it to me and it's the only thing I got left of her. And besides, I like the Muggle gadgets, especially the TV-set." He said to her. Ginny smiled, hearing that he liked that stuff like her father does. She pulled away from him to look in his eyes and before she knew his lips were locked on hers. Again, she was charmed by his kisses. But then, somehow she felt denial. She couldn't do this. She would be living a lie. Not a word had left her mouth when she returned back home, not one single word. Because she was afraid, but somehow; she wanted to be with him. This kiss made it only worse.

Her heart desired him, but her mind refused to give in. Does he have the same feeling? She pulled away from him, turned her back and walked towards the window. It was dark outside and in the far distance she could see the seashore. The full moon illuminated the sea and she saw that the villa stood on a hill, overlooking the landscape. She heard Night sighing behind her, while she turned around, his eyes were following every move.

"From the moment I met you," he started, "not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm with you again... I'm in agony." His voice trilled. "The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you- I can't breath." He stepped closer to her. "I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating... hoping that kiss will not become a scar." He caressed her cheek while looking in her eyes. "You are in my very soul, tormenting me... what can I do? - I will do anything you ask."

There was an uncomfortable pause. Ginny didn't know what the say. She was only staring at him while his hand was on her face, caressing.

"... if you are suffering as much as I am, PLEASE, tell me."

She opened her mouth but no words came out. She didn't want to be a weak girl, she had never been before. Maybe during her first year, but that was different. This was a matter of the heart and she didn't want to loose it. Tears rolled down her cheek and she turned away, to look back outside.

"I don't know what to do. When I got back at the castle, I was afraid that they would find it out. It seems ages ago. Please Night, don't force me. Please?"

Night lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry." He made his way towards the doorway. "Come; let's go out for a walk."

Night lead her to the beach. The winter never had any effect at the Mediterranean hemisphere. It was cool and Ginny had pulled out her pullover and attached it around her waist. She looked at her companion and saw that it had no effect on him. Night was staring out in front of him while they walked beside the sea. The water touched their shoes slightly and the salty breeze of the wind waved through their hair.

There was silence, both of them lost in their thoughts until Night broke the silence.

"Do you want to know about me? Who I really am?" He asked her.

Ginny nodded. "Of course. Since the day I met you. You're too mysterious."

Night smiled. "Do you believe in human reincarnation?"

"I don't know. Lot of people say that it exists but it is only a myth because nobody could prove it. Am I right?"

"No. you're wrong. I'm the only living proof of it."

Ginny was stunned and stopped walking. Night halted too and gazed at her with a smile on his lips. "You?" She enquired surprisingly.

"Let me tell you my story. My past, present and maybe my future. So listen carefully."

She nodded and they presumed their walking.

"I was born in Egypt, in the year 3666 before Christ." Ginny gasped. "In that time the word magic didn't even exist yet, but I was born as a Sorcerer. The magic we all know today was ancient raw power in the time of Faro's." he explained.

"Then how can you be Voldemort's son?" She asked.

"I will come to that. I grew up in a poor family of slaves, and I didn't know I was a Sorcerer until I received my wings at the age of 14. When they found out that my wings were black – even in that time black meant evil – everyone feared me and kicked me out. I was seen as a dark creature. But I liked it." Ginny frowned. "Don't worry; I've learned my lessons through the years. I was 14 years old, alone and abandoned until a Priest found me and taught me how to deal with my powers."

"A Priest?"

"They were like Wizards, they were left and right hand of the Faro. They were the artists in this so-called magic. Anyway," he continued, "This particular Priest, Achmet, took me under his 'wings' and taught me the way of 'magic' and life."

"People must have feared you, right?" She stated.

"Yes, they have and I was proud of it." He sneered playfully.

"How could you!" She snarled.

Night laughed while looking at the seagulls. "Yes, I was quite lethal. I was good with the sword and I could kill people in 50 different ways... silently." He smiled.

Ginny looked away, fuming. "You're impossible!"

They had already walked a long distance, so Night indicated some rocks where they could sit down for a moment. The moon was bright enough to see each other's faces and Night saw that she was blushing. Ginny sat down on a nice round rock and Night kept standing, enjoying the warm breeze. There was no cloud in the sky so they could see the stars looking down upon them. They were shining brightly tonight.

"Let me continue," He said still looking up, "The word 'Angel' came from people who saw Sorcerers messengers from Horus, the God of the Sky. That's why Angels are still popular amongst common people like Muggle. I was seen as a 'Fallen Angel' because of my black wings, but I ignored it completely. I was bad in my time, I admit."

Night looked down upon her beautiful face and smiled.

"I was a villain until I became 22."

"What happened?" She asked interested.

Night face became sad and he took his place besides her on the rock. "I fell in love with the Faro's daughter."

Silence. The waves of the sea dashed against the shore and made the sand wet and the cycle began anew. The seagulls were making a lot of noises while hunting and the wind blew over the sand surface to create a small sand tornado. Night closed his eyes and listed to her breathing.

"She was beautiful," he carried on, in his voice was a hint of sadness, "A very intelligent woman; someone like you. The reason why I fell in love with her was because she didn't want to marry her brother and that was why she ran away. I was currently in Thebe when I found her, actually she bumped into me." He laughed. "She disguised herself and I took her with me until I found out she was the Faro's daughter."

"Did you bring her back?" Ginny posed looking at him but his eyes were cast down.

"No, I didn't. She figured out what I was and I couldn't risk that. But some how everything went wrong; the Imperial Guards found her with me, a fight started and she got killed in the crossfire. I was shocked when I saw her dead body and they took the opportunity to capture me."

"They caught you? It must have been terrible?"

"It was. It was behind your worse nightmare. There was a trial and all the odds were against me and the Faro hated my guts, but only I knew the truth. The Faro did the worse thing he could do to a man and that's to curse me by all of the God's names. A Priest used a dark ritual to send my very soul to hell while I was still alive and to relief the pain over and over again."

"So, you're immortal then? Is that it?" Ginny said standing up and faced the sea in the distance. Night stood up as well, placed a hand on her shoulder and sighed.

"Far from it. Somehow the spell went wrong, but they didn't notice. As punishment, they cut off my wings, hammered me to pulp on the square and let me suffer from my wounds for seven days under the watchful eyes of the guards. They actually prevented me from dying."

Ginny pictured it in her mind and became sick of it. She compared it to DE cursing Muggles with the Crutiatus Curse, but only worse. She felt some sympathy towards Nuitari while she turned around. He smiled like nothing had happened and she smiled back. It must have been hard for him Ginny concluded, retaking her seat on the rock. Night followed her and put his hands on his back. Ginny frowned; her mind was throbbing for finding the right answers like why he is telling her everything. Maybe she thought he isn't like his father at all, but no one knows for sure. She looked back up.

"Did you die then?" She asked him along with the wind blowing through her hair.

"I did. After seven days, I was completely weak by blood loss, the Faro declared my sentence. I was dying anyway, so they ripped out my heart and burned my body. But somehow, I wasn't really dead; somehow I saw everything from a distance," Night frowned and waved with his hands to show her how it felt by body language. "I felt the curse hitting me, twisting and turning and then everything was black until I saw light yet again. I was reborn."

"As a human?"

"Yes, a child. But the funny thing was I knew perfectly everything about my previous life. It didn't matter how old I was. I was like a young man of 22 in a body of one month old baby."

"Reincarnation." Ginny stated nodding her head. Somehow she believed him. Of how he was, what he could do and being a Sorcerer. But there was one thing she didn't understand, why he said that he belonged to the dark. She kept it aside for later.

"So let me get this straight; you were born almost five thousand years ago," He nodded, "And because of this curse, every time you die, you will be reborn again? When?" She asked.

"I don't know how but I know this; when I die – when ever that will be – I will be reborn on the same day somewhere else on the world. Weird, isn't it?"

She arched an eyebrow. "How many time where you reborn all ready?"

He laughed. Ginny liked it when he laughed because he looked so differently than was serious, but it had his charms too. "I lost counting." He replied. Night took her hand and pulled her up. They started walking again, back to the villa. The moment of the night hasn't changed yet, like it was planned. Night put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She laid her head on his shoulder and forgot everything.

"I don't want to die. It felt so horrible when you talked about it, and you died many times." She said. Night laughed surprisingly and hugged her closely.

"I'll give a piece of advice; dying hurts like hell."

Ginny poked him. "Thanks a lot." He sneered.

"Do you like being his son?" She asked him after a moment of silent.

"He's my father like every one before him. One thing is for sure, he isn't the only bad one I had as a father. And because I already lived for so long, I can easily ttake care of my own."

"Damn, you're a walking history book." She joked.

They were standing in the living room locked in each other arms; Night's chin was on her head while Ginny leant against his chest. They stood there for a moment, forgotten for the world. Neither Night nor Ginny had felt something like this before even if she had been with Harry or any other guys; she never had felt so close to him. Night at the other hand had had many girls and woman in his life but never felt so attracted towards a single girl.

Ginny pulled herself free and gave him a warm smile, but it faded as fast as it came. Night frowned and he knew something was wrong.

"Harry…" She whispered, looking down. Night narrowed his eyes dangerously and lifted her chin up.

"Do you love him?" he asked stern. Ginny winced slightly by the sound of his voice and stepped back. "I… love you, Ginny."

She was stunned and gazed in his eyes immediately and gulped. "You do?"

He nodded, leant over and kissed her. "Nothing else in the world can stop me from loving you." And he kissed her again. "Not even the Phoenix."

Ginny had no idea what he talked about and leant in to kiss him back. Should she love him back? She had absolutely no idea, but why not. People do make mistakes and she will be one of them, after that she will learn from it. Night pulled back absurdly and cracked his head to every side and sniffed the air. He had heard or felt something, frowned at the very thought and pushed Ginny gently in the divan. Ginny followed his every move in a stunt expression while he walked towards the window and looked outside. His eyes changed to crimson and it stayed that way.

Ginny shivered at the way he looked. She was wondering what was going on. Somehow she felt restless by this situation while Night was brooding. She stood up when he turned around, waved his hand and she felt back down on the divan by an invisible force. He shook his head to indicate her not to move. Night looked back outside and closed his eyes for a moment and then he snapped it back open.

"Impossible… I haven't felt this since…" he whispered surprised, turned around and pulled Ginny up from the divan. "You need to go." He said and before she could say something back, he cut her off. "Do something for me and stay in the castle on Saturday, ok. Keep all your friends there." He kind of pleaded but Ginny didn't notice. There was no time to say something back until she was surrounded again with many colours and felt on her rear in the girl dormitory. She stood up and rubbed her buttocks and cursed him.

"'Let me tell you about my life' but nooo, there's no explanation about what is happening just now. And in what name did he mean by Saturday? Stay indoors? No way. It's Hogsmead weekend. Bastard."

She looked at her watch and saw that it was a quarter past two in the morning. She got out her clothes, put on her pyjama and stepped in the bed. She did it quite quietly so that she didn't wake up her friends. There will be questions in the morning of why she wasn't in her bed and where she was. Now, she got all the night to think about an excuse and not the mention of what Night told her. There was a lot of things to think about. She was quite worried now about him. He looked afraid but at the same time very resolute about something. Did somebody found out she was there? She shook her head, turned in her bed and fell asleep.

Night, at the other hand, was standing outside on a rock overlooking the sea. His eyes where closed once again and he listened. There was something disturbing, somewhat wrong with the magic. His eyes were once open again and gazed at the stars. Mars was shining brightly, but he didn't see anything wrong with the stars except that almost all planets were creating a line in the sky. Night frowned. Could it be true? And when will it happen? He calculated the stars carefully, using all the knowledge he had and came on the conclusion that it could happen – whatever it was – over a month or two. Nuitari sighed and returned back to the villa, he needed some sleep before he will meet a certain someone. This said person will probably have a fit. Night sniggered and disappeared in the darkness.

TBC

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