Title:Angels, Lovers, and Warriors 4?
Author: SeulWolfe/Vasaio/infocalanor
Rating: Mature (M)
Pairing: Snape/Harry,
Contains: angst, drama, romance, wings...
Warnings: spoilers for OOTP... what Half Blood Prince?
Disclaimer:JKR owns Harry and company.
Summary: Harry has come into his inheritance...
A/N: The plot bunny is blamed on infocoeurdemavie. Just don't ask me where it's going... this has been betaed infojadzia7667. I've had people emailing me and asking me to update SOONEST! For without further complications... I give you part 4.
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IV:Calling
She called them to her. Her children. Her angels, her fallen angels.
Her warriors.
The darkness was spreading. The shadows were growing larger. It was time to bring an end to the suffering caused by both. The one calling himself Voldemort would be no more.
She spread her arms and whispered, "Come to me children. The time has come."
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Across Britain and Ireland, they woke. Eyes shining. Blood coursing through their bodies, its double time cadence calling them to war. The Queen of the Heavens has finally called them to her knee.
One by one they appeared. Side by side they stood. As one they would fight.
As one they would push back the darkness.
Morrigan smiled at her children. Their swords were shining brightly in the early morning sunlight. They had been silent for so long. Sleeping, waiting for the time she needed them. She would not send them needlessly into battle.
This battle would be the only battle. Even as Morrigan had the thought, her green eyed Vasaio appeared to her right and bowed.
"You called, my Queen?"
She stroked his soft raven hair. "Stand, Vasaio." Her cloak of black feathers billowed around her as she stepped down from her throne. Morrigan smiled as she looked into the glowing deep green eyes. He had fire. He had life in his soul.
Vasaio flinched.
"What's wrong child?"
Harry closed his eyes, searching out the pain he felt. There! "My mate has been hurt."
Morrigan closed her eyes and reached out along the bond she shared with her warriors. The battle was engaged and her Vasaio's mate was in the midst of it all.
Dark eyes opened. "I am Morrigan. Queen of the heavens. The Darkness has provoked this battle. It is our time to bring an end to this once and for all." She stepped back and transformed into a great Raven.
From her place in the sky, she hovered, she called them to war.
One by one they pulled their swords and extended their wings; as one they followed their Queen.
As they have for centuries and as they will till the end of time.
Into battle they would go.
For their Queen willed it and the Fates demanded it.
The man who called himself Voldemort would fall on this day at the hand of Vasaio. Destiny wouldn't have it any other way; this is the power the evil one knows not.
The power of the heavens.
The power of a thousand fallen angels with swords made by the gods.
Voldemort's blood will soak the battlefield on this day and his soul will be sent to Hades for all eternity.
.:TBC:.