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Disclaimer: I wish I owned Hermione. Then maybe I would pass Honors Chemistry... unfortunately, she's JKR. Angelus is mine.
The library was silent and still at its late hour. A few torches remained lit as the dust of the day settled onto the shelves. The crescent moon let a few whisps of light enter through the large landscape window as clouds passed in the night.
The beauty of the night was wasted on the two boys sitting in at the center desk. Stacks twelve books high surrounded their figures.
"Useless. This book is only about regular old vampires." Blaise slid another book into his and Draco's toss pile. The boys had been researching for hours about Hermione's condition. They felt called to it.
"Vampires… Selkies… Werewolves… I can't find anything on…" Draco began. "Found it! Angelus!"
Blaise quickly switched sides of the table. "Read it outloud. Now."
Draco brought his lantern closer to the book.
"Angelus is a race of beauty, exhibiting traits of beauty, magic and many other unknown powers. Many are thought of as a mix of Veela, angel, vampire and enchantress though their origin is completely different. They have astounding beauty, purity, power and control over themselves and others.
Angelus, which means angel in Latin, are a rare race of creature that originated around 1000 AD. Angelus can give for a maximum of 100 years and are predominately female. Most start out with astounding intellect. A natural born Angelus has beauty from birth. Although the original documents stating the exact details of the Angelus Origin have been lost for centuries, myths have been passed on from generation to generation.
The most popular of myths is of the Monk and the Maiden. A young monk, freshly ordained into the brotherhood, had been brought to a mountain fortress in which to serve the remainder of his life worshipping and praising God. It is said that the monk was praying one day when God gave him a sign. The monk, in a trance like state, wandered around the nearby village for days, startling the citizens and causing a stir in the monastery. On the fourth day of his roamings, the monk walked into a young woman's house. The girl within, no older than 18, was brought out and led up to the monk's home.
Legend says that the monk sat her down on a patch of the greenest grass. God listed ingredients for the monk to use on the girl to make her into an living angel, his image on earth but in her own likeness. The ingredients were not recorded and as the monk mixed them together in his pots, a sense of purity seemed to fill the air.
As the monk added his final ingredients, the woman's uneasiness caused him sudden alarm. God's woman would trust in Him always, never be uneasy. Failing to realize how terrible it would be to change the recipe, the Monk added two vials of Holy Water from the spring near the spot. His excitement to see how beautiful the woman God was to create would be, he failed to head the warnings God sent at his mistaken addition. Such a powerful potion would be damaging if altered in the least.
As the monk watched the girl poured the drink down her throat, a feeling a dread came across his heart and mind. The girl closed her eyes and seemed to wilt for a moment before opening her eyes.
Black eyes stared into his. A dark laugh left her lips but no sooner had it come, then howls of pain had followed. God's wrath was coming down on the monk and the girl. She shrieked as her body twisted and changed form.
Minutes later, a new woman lay on the patch of now dead grass. Her hair was the color of the sunlight and her eyes now as green as the spring grass around her dead area. Her skin had grown pale. As the woman now looked around her home, she realized what the monk had done.
Upset with the monk for not making her into an angel, merely a look-a-like with what she felt was a doomed future, it is said she went into a blind rage and killed the monk. Her sin caused her to become tainted and the intensity of the act gave her mystical power God had not wished her to own. Enraged at herself and at God, she ran from her home in the village, never to be seen or heard from again.
Little is still known on the Angelus. The few remaining may not know what they are though most feel a pull to return to the mountain from which their Original was born. If one is an Angelus and does not realize, their power may dwindle and disappear. It is said when an Angelus dies, if she has practiced her power but not given birth to three children, she may pass her power onto a pure soul. However, the transformation from mortal to Angelus is a short but exceedingly painful one.
The Original Powers of an Angelus were meant to be holy and pure. However, the contrasting effects of the Holy Water with many of the herbs added have given "darker" powers. An Angels can possess another human being on a whim and is almost Veela-like in seduction and beauty. An Angelus may also take the form of an animal of her choosing, though usually a dove and in rarer cases she may be a Unicorn.
An Angelus will act like a normal human except when feeding. They may eat whatever they please but may only drink a mix of herbs, water and blood. These herbs allow the Angelus to connect to earth on an elemental level. An Angelus will be able to control the earth, water, fire and air like an Elemental, but on a much more powerful level.
Then is just goes on about three or four famous Angeluses… Angeli? Whatever they are, this talks about them."
Blaise put his head in his hands. "So let me get this straight. Hermione was given power by some unknown, at least to us, Angelus and is practically an angel or goddess now?"
"Correct." Draco agreed.
"And she'll have all sorts of crazy power, like the ability to possess people, seduce like a Veela and be an Animagus?"
"Yeah, seems so."
"And she can bloody well move mountains if she feels like but has a secret desire to find the place her original ancestor was from?"
"Um… yeah. Pretty much."
Blaise leaned back in his chair, put his feet up on the table and looked at Draco. "Well, at least she's not psychotic."
Draco stared at his friend in disbelief. "Don't let her see your feet on the table. Then we very will have a crazy bookworm on our hands."
Blaise grimaced. "Damn. I didn't think about that." He quickly sat up and brushed at the table.
Eyeing his best friend doubtfully, Draco coughed. "Blaise, man, you don't happen to like Granger... would you?"
Simply shaking his head, he continued to wipe off the table. "Nope. Hermione's bloody gorgeous but I honestly feel more of a pull to protect her than anything." Blaise looked up suspiciously. "Why? Do you like her?"
"No way!"
"You're blushing."
"I am not! Blaise, shut up! I do not like Granger!"
Laughing, Blaise picked up the book. "Let's call it a night. I think we sufficiently did our homework about Hermione tonight. We can talk to Doctor Tyler tomorrow about all this Angelus stuff."
"How do we know he's even a doctor?" Draco asked as the two disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. "He seems too... snarky to be a real doctor. Suppose they kicked him out of school!"
"Oh my God, Draco. You really need to stop watching Muggle television."
Neither noticed the pair of red eyes disappearing into the shadows heading the other way.