Hey, guess what, I'm still alive! I've just been soooo buisy with softball every day, and then there was the writers block, damn whoever invented writers block! Well thanks to the people who have beennagging at me about this story, I finally got me head out of my ass and finished the final chapter! Thanks for all your support throughout this whole fiasco, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm going to update my story The Angel of Heaven and Hell any day now, so since this story is done, you could always nag me about my next one! Anyways, hugs guys, hugs! you people are the best, thanks for the encouragement. I don't own anything, and here's the story!
The first thing Angel awoke to was warmth, it was warm. He snuggled deeper into the heat source, only to find it soft. Then it hit him, where he was, what had happened. His eyes shot open, though they felt like a ton of bricks were sitting on each lid. He laid there for a few seconds, he wasn't in any danger! He was in a room, on a bed, a warm bed.
A hand began rubbing his tense back softly, "Calm down Love, you're safe now." A sweet and mellow voice cooed.
Angel relaxed into Luna's warm embrace again, that was when he realized something; he was covered with a wing, a white feathered wing. Luna's wing. Luna had gone through her transformation alone.
"How long have I been out for?" Angel questioned, dreading the answer.
"Almost a week and a half." Luna sighed, "We weren't sure you'd ever wake up, with all the damage your body and magic received."
"I missed your birthday, your magical changes, you getting your wings, didn't I?" Angel asked, Luna sighed again in return.
"It's all right; Remus and Sirius helped me like they helped you. Though I wanted you there, I knew it was impossible; all I wanted was for you to get better. I love you." Luna tightened her hold on Angel's torso.
"I love you too Luna." Harry said, cuddling deeper into the warmth Luna's wing cocoon had created. After a few minutes Harry decided he had to use the bathroom, so, reluctantly, he got up. As Luna stood up and stretched, Harry noted her changes. Her long blond hair got whiter, it shone almost magically with radiant light, and her large blue eyes had gotten deeper, more profound, and older. Her all ready pale skin was glowing a ghostly white. Te biggest thing was her wings, two glorious snowy white feathered appendages sticking out of her middle back. She was beautiful.
Harry pulled his eyes away from his highly beautiful, and nude, soul mate, and stiffly made his way to the bathroom. After relieving himself, he went back and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes with a sigh of content. He soon felt soft and careful hands peeling away the large bandage that covered a lot of his chest. He didn't even realize it was there. He had no idea when he had received a wound that size, of course, he was in a lot of pain the other day, so one more wound wouldn't have mattered much anyways.
Luna nearly laughed as she watched the large wound on her lover's chest slowly begin to fade, the skin knitting itself back together. It must have been his awakening that triggered it; he had enough power stored up after all of his rest to fix himself.
"What happened while I was out?" Angel asked, soaking up every contact his soul mate made with his skin while checking his bandages.
"Well, Remus and Sirius threw a fit over the whole kidnapping and torture thing, Dumbledore might be fired from his post as Headmaster and is facing criminal charges, as well as the Potters and Moody, plus every other bird followers we caught. Eh….Then there is the fact that….The battle over Hogwarts started late last night."
Angel's eyes shot open again, and he shot up to a sitting position, muscles protesting this movement, "WHAT!" He pulled away from Luna and held up his hand, summoning his battle robes.
"Angel! No! You're still too weak; you are in no condition to……" Luna was cut off by Angel holding up his hand.
"Luna, I need to do this…..This is it. The final battle. The prophecy had finally come to be fulfilled; I must kill Voldemort or die trying." Angel grabbed his battle robes out of the air and pulled them on. They were different and the same now, white robes with a black rose on the back still….but…..a red rose had crossed it. A red rose with white thorns. A red rose symbolizing his love for Luna.
He smiled grimly as he pulled on a pair of black pants and the robes, no shirt. His sword hung by his side, his wand ready. This was it. Kill or be killed.
"I love you Luna. I love you with every fiber of my being." Angel said quietly, seeing the tears running down Luna's face. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately, loving the feeling of her heart beating against his. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, but in reality only a few seconds. With one final loving look, Angel spread his wings and disappeared.
Within seconds Luna made up her mind of what she had to do. She had to help her Angel. She quickly summoned the robes Angel had gotten Luna which she could only wear when she got her wings. They were a silvery blue, a picture of a dove and a sword on the back. She threw on a pair of white pants and a white shirt, and then shrugged into the robe, summoning her sword and wand holster. She was ready, with no regrets; she spread her wings and disappeared as Angel had just done minutes before.
Angel appeared on the roof of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A light snow was falling on the battle that raged below; black robes easily outnumbered the other colored robes of the Order, the aurrors, the teachers, the 6th and 7th year students, and his family. Aidan and the rest of his family were making a considerable dent, but angel could see they needed help. With a new purpose, to save his family and fulfill his destiny, he jumped off the roof. His spread wings slowed his decent slightly, but not much. Angel could feel the power coursing through his veins, the power he knows not was finally coming into play. Score one for the light side.
He had aimed to fall into a mass of death munchkins where Freya was being overwhelmed; he hit the target straight on. He landed hard; the stone cracking under the force of is impact. The perfect landing one would say, in a crouch, one fist on the ground, a crack forming from its impact itself. He was a really scary sight, shining white robes, glowing green eyes seeming to have flames of power growing inside of them, great black wings stretched out wide. He looked every bit like one of hell's dark angels.
The death eaters looked to each other and then back to angel, Freya took advantage of their distraction and took out a few of their numbers. It was some unspoken decision as the deatheaters all attacked in unison. Angel grinned maliciously, and held out his hand, four of the ten deathfuckers falling dead under on concentrated blast. The remains of the munchkins weren't much to look at, just some ashes and such. Soon the others, who were supremely scared, fell to Angel and Freya's swords.
Angel and his surrogate sister shared one look. She grinned widely and held up her sword in a sort of 'cheers' way. Angel grinned back, holding up his sword, and they fought on. It seems Angel's arrival had given Freya a second wind because she was decapitation, maiming, de-limbing, and impaling with new vigor. Angel, though, was moving at an impossible speed. Superhuman you may call it, covering the ground in a new drenching of blood, though his robes somehow managed to stay completely unblemished.
As he reached the middle of the battle, it suddenly got deathly quiet, right in front of him, in a cleared spot where it seems the Great Hall once stood, amongst the rubble stood Dumbledore and Voldemort. They stood there unmoving, staring each other down like they did in those old western movies.
"Give it up old fool, you have no chance." Voldie taunted, "Your precious golden boy isn't really the savior; you messed up old man. You let your only chance in this war die."
Dumbledore's shoulders slumped slightly; Angel could see exhaustion written across his wrinkled face. That was when Voldemort attacked, and Angel took flight. Voldemort basted Dumbledore back a good fifty feet, where he landed in a heap. Angel saw all this from the air. All the death munchkins were cheering. The old man wasn't getting up.
Angel landed quietly behind a section of the crowd, retracted his wings, and waited for the perfect moment to have his dramatic entrance. After a few minutes of Moldywarts mocking the older man, he pushed his way through the crowd, and stepped in front of the elderly headmaster.
"Who are you?" Voldemort sneered, pissed off that someone had enough guts to stand in the way of his ultimate prize.
"I, Tom Riddle, am someone who has been hunting your pathetic hide for years," Angel said with a smirk, "You know, in person, you're not really all that you're cracked up to be." After a second of complete silence, he finally said, "Just call me Angel."
Voldemort growled, and then launched his attack.
Meanwhile, Luna, who had arrived only a few minutes ago after getting rather lost in the Swiss Alps had swooped out of the sky and saved the aged professor from imminent death when a deatheater had stood over him ready to kill him. Now she really looked like an angel, with her blonde hair and white wings. When Dumbledore looked into Luna's face and weakly said, "Ms. Lovegood?" He almost passed out from shock.
"Yes Headmaster," Luna said quietly as she softly landed on the roof of Hogwarts and deposited the man.
"What are you?" He asked, curiosity taking over.
"An angel." She simply answered ad took off again to help her mate.
The person called, 'Angel' was now putting up the best fight anyone had ever seen, staying hit for hit, and spell for spell, with the Dark Lord. "Expelliarmus!" Shouted Angel.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort returned.
"Reducto!"
"Stupefy!"
"Crucio!" Angel barely dodged Voldie's curse.
"Serpensortia!" Angel yelled, Voldemort laughed, but soon stopped when Angel began speaking the colossal black snake.
"You are a speaker?" Voldie questioned, "Not so light anymore, are we?"
It was soon a battle of wills with Voldemort and Angel edging the snake to attack his opponent. Finally Voldie blew up the snake's head with a reducto curse.
"Who are you?" He demanded angrily.
"Angel!" The teen shot back cheekily.
"No you're not!" Voldie yelled again.
"Yes I am!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"I knew it!" Voldemort yelled, triumphant, all this time the two had been sending curse after curse at each other.
"Fuck you!" Angel yelled, "Avada Kedavra! Die you snake faced bastard!"
Voldemort dove out of the way of the killing curse, nimbly rolling to his feet. That was when Angel charged.
Voldemort somehow grabbed onto the teen's arm, swinging him through the air and letting go, sending him sliding across the floor face first and finally coming to a violent bone crunching stop at the wall, which he met with his left arm. Angel's wand was totaled; little pieces of wood were jammed deeply into his palm and arm.
Angel laid there for a second, taking inventory of his injuries, left arm dislocated at the best, deep gash on his face, numerous splinters in his right hand. He had no wand.
Voldemort's laughter rose up to maniacal levels, thinking he had killed his opponent, little did he know that he was dead wrong; he had instilled the teen with a new urge to fight.
Angel jumped to his feet and began stalking angrily across the 'battle zone.' An aura of cold fire seemed to seep from him, his eyes burned with deadly delight.
Voldemort turned to face him after hearing the collective gasp, and a few cheers, only to see the pesky teen roll to his feet, which shouldn't be possible with all the damage his body had received. Just when things couldn't get and stranger, he noticed the blood on his cheek being drawn slowly back into the cut, the wound was closing up.
"What are you?" Voldemort said quietly, more to himself than to the boy as the Oh-So-Powerful-and-Wonderful-and-Unbeatable Dark Lord recoiled in fear.
The boy simply shook his head and laughed coldly, "If I told you, it'd take all the fun out of it."
That was when strange turned into heart-attack-range of strangeness, as large black wings suddenly shot out of the boy's back, and the teenager launched himself at the Dark Lord.
This all took place in a split second, but next thing everyone knew, the angelic savior was throwing balls of pure lightning energy at Voldemort. That was when Voldemort's eyes widened in recognition, Lightning Raiden Aidan's son Harry Potter The Brother of The-Boy-Who-Lived. Of course this was all speculation, so he had to check before he jumped to any conclusions. The boy didn't look a thing like any of the Potters.
"POTTER! I KNOW IT'S YOU!" Voldemort screamed as he ducked away from another blast of lightning, so far he had been hit three times.
There were whispers, "Tyler Potter, it can't be. It must be; he's the-boy-who-lived."
The jig was up, Angel had to confess, "SO?"
The Dark Lord was stunned, he was right; this really was Harry Potter that must mean…..he was the boy-who-lived. Not Tyler Potter.
"YOU'RE THE ONE THE PROFECY'S ABOUT, AREN'T YOU? HARRY JAMES POTTER?" Voldie yelled, clearly enraged, "I've been chasing the wrong Potter brat! Damnit!"
There was an uproar from the crowds watching the one-on-one battle, the All Powerful Dark Lord against some puny teenage boy who really is the twice thought dead Harry Potter.
This was turning out more and more like a soap opera every second. All the crowds needed were bags of popcorn and comfy couches. Unfortunately they all were preoccupied keeping up shields to ward off off-course curses or those evil little balls of energy.
While all of this was going on, Luna was standing in the crowd, face pale and drawn. She had been ready to run to Angel when he had went down, but Freya had stopped her. Luna knew she couldn't interfere with history in the making. The prophecy had to be fulfilled.
Angel, or should we say Harry, struck again, this time throwing some strange white light from his palms, the force pushed the boy backwards slightly, and it hit the still surprised Voldemort dead on.
The Oh-So-Feared-Dark-Lord was surrounded in the light, it growing ever so brighter as the seconds ticked by. You could hear Tom Riddle's pained cries and screams, begging for mercy as the white light tore the flesh from his bones, ripped his teeth out with amazing force, and sucked his eyes cruelly out of his head. Finally all that was left of Voldemort was a small pile of dust from his ground down bones which was quickly swept away by some mystical warm wind.
Angel staggered, the spell taking almost all of his energy reserves, but there was one more thing he had to do.
With as much power he could muster, he lifted his hands yelled out something in a strange long lost language. The language of the Angelic. As if by magic, which it was, a dark shadow formed which had thus then been invisible. With the last of his reserves, Angel enclosed the helpless soul of Lord Voldemort, once the young handsome boy named Tom Riddle, and banished it to somewhere where no one would ever find it again, and where it would never free itself. A blank dimension, the ever walls, sky, and ground white. It was enough to drive any man crazy. Angel collapsed in a heap, unable to stand any longer, his energy completely gone.
The light had won, everyone was rejoicing. Angel smiled dimly as he heard people shouting his name, Harry James Potter. Not Tyler Potter, Harry Potter. And with that we end our epic story of Harry James Potter, the real Boy-Who-Lived.
Love it? Hate it? This is it. I might write a follow up, I might not. I'm not sure yet, it depends on my schedual. Anyways, thinks for the reviews, you guys rock. I hope to hear from you some more for this final chapter and my other story, The Angel of Heaven and Hell. If you liked this story, the AOHAH is a lot like it, because I have this thing for guys with wings(hahaha). I LOVE YOU GUYS! Don't forget to drop me a review!