Baby Angel

Written for The Great 2022 Prompt Compendium
Prompt 18: Write approximately 700 words about an angel.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts characters, names and locations belong to JK Rowling. I own nothing that you recognize.


Baby angel, precious in every way. Baby Creeds, so fleeting in your time here. Heaven sent, one day you will be going home. But stay with us for now, Alecto and Credence. Stay, and let us love you for as long as you both shall live.

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Alecto Carrow, when your mother brought you home and laid you in your crib, she hung a mobile overhead, to remind you of how special you are. There were glittering stars, silver and gold, interlaced with tiny ribbons. How delicately those ribbons curled around the wings of an angel, a cherub at the center of the mobile.

"I will always love you," your mother softly whispered, leaning in to kiss your cheek. You knew that you were blessed, so grateful to be here. And so your mother felt the same when she received her baby angel.

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Credence Barebone, from the moment I first saw you, I knew that you weren't long for this world. They told me you wouldn't make it. But against the odds, I was able to bring you home.

Wrapped up warm and tight in a blanket with my love, I held you through your nightmares, through your struggles and your pain. Your previous mother didn't think you would enter Heaven, but when I stroked your back, I swear I felt your wings. I knew that soon you would be an angel, never meant to stay too long.

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Alecto Carrow, just look how much you've grown. Running in the garden now, chasing after Fiona in the noonday sun. How bright your smile, how precious your laughter. With your arms spread wide, surely you must soar, with all the grace of an angel.

Your mother is here too, taking pictures, recalling moments from the past. You run into her arms when she calls your name, you crawl into her lap. Your mother loves you still, her precious baby angel.

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Credence Barebone, still surviving against the odds. With the wings of an angel and the courage of a phoenix, you've learned to dance with the wind. The emerald leaves swaying in the late days of summer, you spin beneath the trees. Singing, with the voice of angel. How grateful I am for these memories.

The shadows are growing longer, the nights are getting cold. And still you dance beneath the skies, not ready to go home.

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Alecto Carrow, how proud your mother is. You stand beside your brother, fighting for the cause. You raise your wands in unison, your wings they touch the sky. An angel fierce, an angel strong. A beautiful warrior, they are kneeling at your feet.

The castle, it collapses. The boarders, they are gone. How could they stand against you when we know that they are wrong?

And though this fight we shall not win, you'll live another day. The war has ended, you have survived, your mother carries you home. She lays you down to sleep sweet dreams, her baby angel still. She kisses your cheek, and tucks you in, a fallen angel but still you remain. A child so sweet, in your mother's arms, beneath the stars the cherubs sing.

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Credence Barebone, your decision has been made. You know the path that you must travel. Never alone, I'm right here beside you. When the stars align within your eyes, the trail links back to you. Your voice will be heard, standing out amongst the crowd, written in silence upon the mirror your father gave you.

They will hear you speak in defiance of the Gods. Against the odds, you stand before us one last time. Your wings are broken but still you rise. Carrying you home, you rise to meet your fate.

Let Ariana embrace you, let the angels sing your name. And sleep, sweet child of mine. Though it pains me to see you leave, I know that you have earned your rest. You will find peace amongst the heavens, slowly drifting within the clouds. You always were, and always will be, my precious angel.