Title:Angels, Lovers, and Warriors 6?
Author: SeulWolfe/Vasaio/Calanor
Rating: Mature (M)
Pairing: Snape/Harry,
Contains: angst, drama, romance, wings...
Warnings: spoilers for OOTP... what Half Blood Prince?
Disclaimer:Jk owns Harry and company.
A/N: The plot bunnie is blamed on ASprit. Just don't ask me where it's going... this is by betaed Jadzia7667
Summary: Harry has come into his inheritance...

VI:The Moving Storm

Dumbledore could not take any more. He was a man who valued control. Watching each piece on the chessboard that was the Wizarding world, he was confident in his ability to evaluate each and every move he made. He was typically able to maneuver his opponent to, if not a victory, at least a draw. Dumbledore felt secure in the knowledge of the bigger picture that he possessed.

He didn't like unknown puzzle pieces. More times than not, they were a liability. Unknown variables filled him with trepidation. People died that shouldn't have or someone was given praise and reaped glory they hadn't earned.

How were they going to explain the ancient magic, long forgotten and nearly incomprehensible, that showed up on Privet Drive just before Tom Riddle declared victory over those who opposed him?

More than the ancient power thrumming through the air, Dumbledore feared exposure of their world to the Muggles. He was pondering various scenarios when he felt the magic moving through the air. It shimmered along the skin like a lover's touch. It crackled and shifted through the air, clinging to those gathered in the aftermath. Bodies moved as they were touched by the immense power. Most felt judged and found lacking. Others cringed back in fear.

Privet Drive shimmered, then disappeared as mists rose from the ground. The magic was heavy in the air. A shift in perspective rippled through all those present at the site of the battle.

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Remus Lupin felt the wolf in him strain against the bonds holding him back. The power rippled around him, calling him to the hunt.

Only the rumble of thunder across the dark sky and the pounding of hooves against the cracked earth could be heard and felt in the sudden stillness that settled over the Death Eaters, Aurors and Order members.

"Where are we?" someone whispered.

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Tom Riddle's red eyes glared at his former right hand man. Lucius Malfoy now took the form of a fallen angel. He was beautiful and deadly. Slowly, Tom began to look around him. More of these unknown, yet incredibly powerful angels began to show themselves. More of his minions stood apart from him, away from his ranks. His followers still outnumbered the strange beings. Riddle noted this with a sense of satisfaction.

It would still be his victory.

Voldemort chose that moment to look around him, taking in the surrounding hillsides and the mists and smoke wafting about the field they stood in.

How?

"Our Queen would not have us engage in battle where the unenlightened can witness it. She has brought us all here to settle the conflict." Lucius, now Aeolus, said the words in a deep and melodic voice that vibrated with a clean power that was usually absent from the Malfoy man.

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Harry had never felt so alive until this moment in time. He felt the powerful horse pound the ground beneath him. The raw power at his fingertips surged up through the depths of his being. He gloried in the knowledge that when this day was finally over, he would be free of the darkness that had followed him and threatened his very soul.

He would finally be in control of his own destiny for the first time in his life. The prophecy would be fulfilled and he would be free.

He was Harry Potter and Vasaio, as written in the heavens. He was one man but lived two lives. On the surface, the life of a wizard was his. Just beneath conscious thought was the life and experience of a Fallen Angel. He was a warrior for his Queen Morrigan when she called him to her side.

He rode hard across the green fields, unnoticed by the unenlightened. As he neared his destination he was joined by others. They were an ancient army ready and itching to fight, blood lust filling their veins.

One by one they came, joining the ranks. Some were people he knew; others were strangers, yet carried the familiar aura that all of the Morrigan's warriors did. Old and newly reborn angels, all fiercely loyal to the Morrigan.

He wasn't surprised when he was joined by Ron and Hermione.

"We always said we would be by your side at the final battle, Vasaio," Vanora told them as she pulled alongside Harry.

Harry smirked. Fate had a way of delivering exactly what was needed, when it was needed.

He frowned, feeling his mate's emotions through their bond. His mate was hurting. Vasaio could feel the pain; beneath it, layers of fear and a sense of finality.

Why did he have to be mated to the most stubborn man EVER?

He urged the beast faster. Tom Riddle would not take Severus away from him.

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Severus Snape was speechless. Standing before him was an Angel; the stuff of myths and legends. The Queen of the Heavens, Morrigan, called them her ancient army. The fallen ones who tumbled from grace and gained favor with the Goddesses. She took them as her angels, her children; she gave them life.

She gave them a home in her heart.

Only the call of a Raven will bring them to her knee.

Now standing before him was Lucius Malfoy clothed in the robes of a Fallen Angel.

Aeolus smiled down at his old friend. "Do not worry, Severus. You are well protected here."

"What is going on here Mr. Malfoy?" Albus asked. His tone was as close to snarling as he could get. Minerva gasped at the ill concealed anger in his words.

"How many times do we have to tell you?" Dudley asked. "We are here at the calling of our Queen. Without us here this morning, you would all be dead. We protect those who are part of us."

"You dreamed of him last night, Severus."

Severus' eyes widened. He remembered the wings. The softness of the feathers. He recalled frowning at the feathers clinging to his robes. "It was a dream."

"Concentrate, my old friend. Feel the pull. Feel the bond. Feel the completeness of your soul."

Severus closed his eyes and opened his mind, letting himself feel. Oh what a wonderous feeling...love, devotion and purity. All for him.

"Who?"

"His name is Vasaio. His name was written in the heavens before time began."

"You would also know him as Harry Potter," Dudley said.

TBC... Gawd I love cliffies...

A/N: Written to Lord of the Rings:Return of the King