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Angel 737: To answer your question, yes I did come up with the whole Angelus thing. It means angel in latin and I just thought it seemed cool. I'm glad you liked it!
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Harry Potter, the series would have over a billion books. You can't end Harry!
Hermione had been sitting propped up on her bed for hours now. She was playing with her new almost white blond locks of curly hair and touched her now snow white skin. She looked so different and it was hard to comprehend.
As Doctor Tyler walked back into the room with her breakfast, Hermione put down the mirror, a finger still on her now full pink lips. "Hello, Doctor."
"Hello, my dear!" He said cheerfully, setting down her bacon and eggs. "Give me a moment to whip you up a batch of the herbal drink. I promise, it's not as disgusting as it sounds. Rather like tea, really."
"Doctor, why is it that you know all of this? I was under the impression that the Angelus race is a rare one."
Doctor Tyler sat down on the edge of her bed. "Well, Hermione, I'm half Angelus, as I told you before. I guess you could say that I'm your distant cousin. Anyway, the notebook with the original recipes and other information was passed down through my side of the family."
Nodding in understanding, Hermione couldn't help herself from asking another question. It had plagued her dreams the previous night after the transformation. "Veelas have predestined mates. I don't… I mean… Do I…"
"Yes, you will have a mate but Fate has not yet decided for you. As an Angelus, you have a certain control over your destiny that Veelas don't usually possess. There's never been an actual witch Angelus so I'm not sure what will happen."
"Oh." Hermione laid back and looked out the window closest to her. A group of fourth year Ravenclaws were zooming around on their brooms trying to get the practice Quaffle past a fifth year Gryffindor.
"Don't be so upset, dear! Heavens, it could be much worse! For instance, you could… Hermione, what are you doing?"
Hermione had jumped up. She was next to the window, her arms pressed against the glass. "That boy is going too high and the wind is too strong."
"Yes, well, I'm sure it will all…"
"No!" She interrupted him. "I just know it won't be. Something's telling me that it won't OH MY GOD!"
The fourth year Ravenclaw had reached a height almost level with the towered Infirmary. A sudden gust of wind sent his broom zig zagging. Unfortunately for the boy, he was not prepared for the sudden movement.
His descent towards the ground at an incredible speed seemed to go in slow motion for Hermione. She had to do something.
Throwing open the window, Hermione did not have a moment to think before she jumped, plummeting towards the falling boy. She drew her arms in close, speeding her up. The ground was getting closer.
Come on, come on! Hermione's brain and body seemed to scream. He was only a few feet away from her. They were only thirty feet above the ground now.
A burst of energy seemed to erupt from Hermione. She felt herself go faster and faster. She grabbed the Ravenvlaw's waist and pulled up. The two rose up in the air.
Hermione's breath quickened. What had she just done? How was she doing this? What was going on?
The two slowly hit the ground, softly landing on the damp grass. Hermione laid the boy down and bent over him, quickly making sure he was unharmed. He opened his eyes and gasped. "Oh my god… am I dead?"
Puzzled, Hermione frowned. "No. Why would you ask that?"
The boy reached his hand up, behind Hermione's head and past her golden curls. She felt him touch something on her. Something she knew wasn't there before. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, Hermione caught a glimpse of large white wings.
That was the last thing she remember before falling into darkness again.