Title:Angels, Lovers, and Warriors 7?
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...

VII:The Charging Storm of Wings

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Rage. Severus felt an irritated anger build up in him at the thought that he was a Potter's Mate. Just as fast as it came, it dissolved, to be replaced with the feeling of being enveloped in those comforting wings. His dreams from the previous night came back to him.

Happiness.

Contentment.

Did it really matter who it was that completed one's soul? Did it truly matter that the person he was destined to be with for the rest of his life was the son of his childhood nemesis? Did he really hate Harry Potter as much as he'd wanted to when the boy was his student?

No.

Now he had to live through the day to truly find out what life with Harry Potter would be like. He had to survive the battle if he wanted to explore that feeling of safety, of acceptance, that he'd felt when Po...Harry's wings had surrounded him in his dreams. A small part of Severus even dared to hope they might love one another, someday.

Severus looked to the Angels standing before him, a small smile came to his lips, "The Goddesses have willed it. Let the Goddesses bless us both."

A strength and warmth filled his being. His words filled his heart and his soul as the bond between him and his fallen Angel was forged of their magic.

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Harry's eyes glowed brightly as he felt the bond grow strong. Then a surge of magic sealed the bond.

"Blessed be," he whispered to the winds.

Pulling his horse to a stop on the rise over looking the valley, Harry saw that the gathered Death Eaters numbered close to a thousand. Voldemort had come prepared to show off to the wizarding world on this day at Privet Drive. He saw his brothers and sisters move the innocents away from the coming fray.

His Severus was still in the midst of the coming battle. But well protected. More brothers and sisters were appearing around the hills. Waiting and watching. Long has it been since they have had drawn their swords.

Long has it been since they stood side by side with their kin. The shadows that threatened their world would no longer be cast over the landscape.

It stopped today.

Voldemort, the darkness calling himself the Dark Lord also known as Tom Riddle, would be put down today.

His evil dark soul would be incinerated by the blaze of their swords.

Harry drew his sword from his scabbard. The rising sun caught the shining steel of the blade. His wings unfolded from his back. "Today, my brothers and sisters, we face a red dawn where blood will flow from them and us." Harry had turned his steed to face those who came. "It is our duty to our Queen to bring Voldemort to his knees. Bring his evil to a stop before more innocents are destroyed by his hand and those of his minions. If we die today, then we die with honor knowing our Queen will carry our souls to the heavens. Draw your swords and ride."

"Ride for freedom from the shadows. Ride for those who have died at his hand. Ride for those who cannot fight! RIDE," he roared as he kicked the mighty steed into a gallop towards the waiting Death Eaters."

'I'm coming Severus. I'm coming,' Harry whispered down the link of the bond he shared with his snarky companion.

'I can't wait to see Dumbledore's face,' was his only response.

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A raven flew over the moving army guiding them towards the battle. Morrigan screeched as she flew over the gathered Death Eaters, landing on the farside of the battlefield where she transformed into the warrior queen she was.

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"Harry Potter, a fallen Angel?" Tom Riddle yelled.

"How absurd! I would know if Harry had any magical creature blood running in his veins," Albus snarled. The gentle twinkling headmaster was truly angry.

"Do you really think," Lucius started, "that you would know everything? My Goddesses, the Great and mighty Albus Dumbledore has finally realized that he doesn't know everything! Just because we are angels, warriors of the Queen Morrigan, doesn't mean we can transform at will. Only she can call us."

"Only she," Lucius said forcefully.

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During all this talking, Bellatrix Lestrange inched herself closer to her Lord's side. She fingered her wand, palm itching to inflict pain on some unsuspecting Muggle or light wizard. Just at the moment she pointed her wand at her old teacher, Minerva McGonagall, a dark object came from nowhere and knocked her to the ground.

When the evil woman looked up at her attacker, she came face to face with a Grim.

The large black dog slowly changed to a once ragged man who stood tall and proud.

Sirius Black. The man had been given the chance to stand at the last battle with his godson.

He was an innocent man when he fell beyond the Veil, but hardly pure. Sirius Black was judged and found not guilty, but he was not without darkness after spending all that time around the Dementors, Therefore, he could not be sent back to the living world no matter how much he deserved to be there.

The judges from behind the veil gave him a choice.

To finish what he and his cousin started, to stand next to his godson, Harry Potter, to fulfill his promise to James and Lily Potter in protecting their most precious child, Sirius would have done anything the judges asked. For him, there was no choice to be made.

Sirius looked to his right, seeking allies. He breathed a sigh of relief; there stood Moony. Remus Lupin, Harry's trusted confidant and last living link to his parents would stand behind him this day. This day they would take their revenge against these evil minions for the destruction they had caused.

Blue eyes met amber. The wolf had come out to play on this day as the last two remaining marauders sought out the traitor they once called friend.

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"My Lord, what are we to do?" a low level Death Eater asked. The thundering of hooves was growing closer. The anticipation of the coming battle weighed heavily on those around him. Dedicated to their Lord, but uneasy in this situation, he and his associates didn't know what to do.

"You will fight to the death!" Voldemort yelled. "You will fight and win or die trying as my loyal servant."

Death Eaters, Angels and horses collided with a fury as swords struck down the enemy. Spell fire from wands and wandless magic flew thick and fast. The sound of falling bodies and cries of pain rent the air as the misty fog rolled in around the battle for freedom.

Thundering down on them, swords raised, was an unstoppable wave of hooves and Angels come on three beautiful gray stallions. They knocked the enemy from their path to Voldemort.

Harry, Ron and Hermione vaulted from their horses. Ron drove his blade deep into an approaching Death Eater, opening a path to Tom Riddle...

TBC...

A/N: Written to King Arthur's Soundtrack