Voldemort's Angels, Part One
Wormtail was dead meat. He knew it. He bought the wrong bubble bath.
"WORMTAIL, YOU IDIOT! YOU BOUGHT THE WRONG BUBBLE BATH!" Voldemort screamed as soon as he stepped into the tub.
"M-m-milord, don't you think you're a little… um… distressed right now?" Wormtail, absolutely horrified (more horrified than you can horri with your fied or your mom's fied), timidly asked.
"Why, yes. I believe so," Voldemort's tone completely changed. He was calm. Wormtail gulped. This meant someone was going to die. He hoped it was going to be the little girl that lived down the road.
"Bring me my wand." Voldemort snapped his fingers impatiently. Wormtail reluctantly obliged, trying to fight back fearful tears. Voldemort swiped it from his hand and pointed it straight at his servant's head.
"Now, go find my Angels. Tell them to kill everyone in Hogwarts that isn't a Death Eater. I would do it myself, but this is my beauty time. I'm going to the salon in an hour. Make sure the Angels do their jobs." Voldemort waved Wormtail goodbye.
"R-right then." Wormtail left.
Seven hours later, he arrived at a pure white cathedral in the middle of nowhere. There were lots of white tombs dotting the ground, and a pure white graveyard in the back of the building. The brightness of the building seemed to light up the pitch black sky. Terrified, Wormtail went up the white marble stairs and pulled the rope. A chorus of howls echoed loudly, knocking over the white wooden doors. After the dust cleared, he timidly tiptoed into the cathedral.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hi!" A bubbly blue-haired angel flew down to meet him. She landed and gave Wormtail a big hug.
"What are you doing, Crystal?" A red angel rolled her eyes as she flew down the stairs.
"Greeting the visitor." Crystal said, letting Wormtail go.
"You aren't supposed to be nice to the visitor, stupid! Kira won't like that!" the red angel said.
"I don't care what Kira thinks! She's mean!" Crystal pouted.
"We're ALL supposed to be mean. That's why we're Voldemort's Angels! Hey, mister, may we help you?" The red angel went from vicious to sickly sweet in less than five seconds.
"The Dark Lord orders you to kill the Potter boy and anyone else who's not a Death Eater. He's busy right now, and since half the Death Eaters are either dead, in Azkaban, or somewhere else where we can't find them, we need you." Wormtail explained.
"What about the Dementors?" asked the red angel.
"They're on vacation in Aruba." Wormtail said.
"OK. Crystal, go get Kira." The red angel ordered, waving Crystal away. Crystal obeyed. Within five minutes, the head angel appeared.
"Hello." Kira said. Wormtail thought she was beautiful. Her hair was a lovely gold and it faded into a rich violet. Her gown seemed to be made of muslin, and her wings looked like a work of art. Bubbles started to form in the air and popped whenever her feet hit the ground. Her eyes were a deep sapphire, illuminating the dim entrance hall.
"Hello." Wormtail meekly replied.
"The Dark Lord needs our help, yes?" She smiled. Wormtail nodded. "Well, Miss Crystal told me all about it, and we'll have the castle annihilated in no time. With a small price." She winked.
"How much? 700 galleons?" Wormtail began searching through his pocket for the money Voldemort had given him.
"More like 70. Sound fair?" Kira reached her hand out to collect her dues. Wormtail obliged. The angel giggled.
"Thank you. Nina, bring down the other angels. We have lots of work to do." Kira pointed the red angel up the stairs.
TO BE CONTINUED
