Hello everyone. I have not updated recently because of midterms and papers. This will be going on for about two weeks, so… oh well.
witch of light made a wonderful deduction. Voldomort knows that Harry is the boy-who-lived so Voldomort wouldn't have Edward be put into the tournament, but the stupid death-eaters will think that Edward is the "Potter" Voldy talks about.
CatWriter also gave a wonderful review. It was filled with info and ideas that were surprisingly close to my original ideas.
This chapter is dedicated to daemon, because they have no life other than to put other people down and flame their work, So fuck you ya shit loving son of a bitch. If you have time to flame and bash me, you have time to go ride a bike and loose the 80 extra pounds that is "a little around the middle" and you could lose. So bite me you shit eating cunt.
To anyone else who took offense to this (other then daemon ()), I am sorry that I have hurt your feelings. Here is a digital cookie to make it better. (*)
Also, some people have sent messages that make me sad. Stop that. I know that I suck at writing, it is just something I enjoy doing. It is one of the 7 appropriate stress relief activities. Eating, sleeping, writing, drawing, reading, video-gaming, watching TV.
Some of you… a lot of you were kind enough to review and help me continue the story, but some of you were also nice enough to help me with what I was doing wrong.
INFO: James will repent and no longer think of Harry as just an heir. He has changed.
INFO: Harrys hot Edwards not. Simple. One sucks the other doesn't.
INFO: I may start a new story that does not have POVs, but I am a POV writer and I can't help that.
INFO: Pettigrew was thrown into Azkaban already.
INFO: Harry knows what his parents and relatives did to him.
Here is the next chapter of Archangel.
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"Talking"
"YELLING"
"Thinking, writing, visions, and famous stuff"
"Goblin talking"
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. If I did I would not be living with my parents.
AN: I do own all plots and characters I make though.
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Archangel
Chapter 8
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Edward Pov
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" I demanded.
He had a smirk on his face before he said "I just wanted to find the title-less looser. Is it true that all of your bloodlines rejected you?"
I flushed red and snapped back "Shut up you death-eater scum!"
Malfoy looked as if I slapped him and replied coolly "You have no proof, and unlike you I am heir to the Malfoy fortunes and possibly the Black fortune if Sirius Black dies." With that he turned around and stormed out of the compartment.
"Looks like we'll have to put up with the ponce at Hogwarts, huh Edward?" Ron asked.
"Yah, sure." I replied. "Looks like it's going to be fun."
The rest of the ride was uneventful. A longbottom and a muggle born came by looking for a toad but we told them to leave.
When we got to Hogsmead station I heard Hagrid yelling for the first years. After meeting him he told us to all get into the boats. I was in a boat with Ron, Longbottom and that muggle born. When I saw Hogwarts, it was like a whole new adventure was given to me. The castle was beautiful with its towers, windows and walls. When we got to shore, Professor McGonagall told us to wait in the entrance hall.
"So Potter, what will you do after Hogwarts? You can't use the potter name and your "boy-who-lived" fame will dry up well before seventh year. That leaves you a very slim amount of pureblood jobs." Malfoy said with a smirk.
"Damn Malfoy. Why did he have to bring that up here?" I thought angrily. People started whispering, but before I could comment Professor McGonagall called us into the great hall.
The great hall was enormous. The ceiling looked like the sky and the muggle born would not shut up about it.
When McGonagall placed the hat on the table it sang:
Long ago when Hogwarts was built
The founders came inside
They set aside their differences
And made the rules we abide.
Gryffindor who was brave and strong
Put his ideas in the table
Let's put some charms and wards right up
And make this new school stable.
Ravenclaw just shook her head
And looked down at the floor
We need more runes and charm right now
And later add some more.
Slytherin just scoffed at these
And stood up tall with pride
Potions and animals shall guard this school
Till they have gone and died.
Hufflepuff looked at them all
And said with lots of heart
Lets all help protect the school
Lets all play our own part.
I will use plants to guard the trees
And protect them till they die
But even then they shall protect
As vines raining from the sky.
They worked together as you all should
It matters not the house
So listen well and I'll tell you
Cause I'm the sorting hat.
Everyone cheered for the song but nobody listened to the message. When the sorting started I zoned out and started looking at the teachers. I looked at one and smirked "Snivilus" I thought. I remember my dad telling me about how he terrorized him at school.
"Potter, Edward" McGonagall called.
I looked back to her and started walking forward, ignoring the whispers echoing around me.
"There he is…"
"That's Edward Potter…"
"I wonder if he has the scar…"
I loved the attention, but right now I needed to put on that hat.
I sat down on that wooden stool and watched as everything turned dark when McGonagall slid the hat on my head. "Well Mr. Potter you have a very interesting head. You are not studious enough for Ravenclaw, not loyal enough for Hufflepuff, not cunning enough for Slytherin, and not brave enough for Gryffindor." The sorting hat spoke.
"What" I thought angrily. "What do you mean that I am not brave enough for Gryffindor?! I am the boy-who-lived; I am supposed to be in Griff…"
"Yes, yes, the brat-who-lived. The fact is that you don't belong in any house. You can't go into Gryffindor because you will run away at the start of a fight. You don't want to fight your own battles and you are weak in all ways, magically and physically. I would not recommend it, but if you want to be put in Gryffindor…"
"YES" I screamed in my head.
"Very well, but never say I didn't warn you Mr. Potter. Better be… Gryffindor!" the hat yelled the last pert out loud.
Everyone cheered and chanted while the Weasley twins danced on the table. "Yes" I thought. "This will be a good year."
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Harry Pov
"Ok Harry, now that you know how to use the Angelic Arts with great skill, it is time to start using them on Earth." Michael said.
"Where will we start Michael?" I asked with excitement filling my voice.
"We will start with three tasks. Number one is an exercise with creation magic; you are going to help out at a farm and make the things grow, and make an ancient oak appear in the middle of the field. Number two is an exercise working with your natural healing; you are going to go to St. Mungos and heal someone in the permanent patient ward. Number three will be to use exorcism; you are to go to a place where there is an abundant amount of ghosts and help them cross over. Are these alright with you?" he asked.
"They are fine with me Michael. But I was wondering if I had any restrictions." I stated calmly.
"Hmm… Ok, I got it. You are only allowed to use your human and regular angle form. That means no armor, no holy aura, and your sword must not be in its sword form. These are the usual limitations for any Archangel when they go down to earth. I broke that rule to save you and while we did get another Archangel, I still had to pay for my misdeeds." Michael said.
I stared at him before I agreed "Ok Michael. I can do that. By the way, can I bring Celena with me?"
He smiled at me and said "Sure. Now, your first mission starts immediately, so get going."
With that I flew off to my room to get ready. I changed into some white, loose fitting pants and a white T-shirt. With that done, I was ready to get started on my task, Celena following behind.
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The first mission wasn't very hard; after all, I had finished it within a week. For the fields I simply made some seeds, shot them into the ground, summoned some rain clouds to soak the ground, and accelerated the growth rate of the plants. I did the same thing for the oak tree, but I used a little extra Grace on the tree so that it will stay healthy and keep the rest of the plants I grew healthy.
Mission two was a bit harder than the first; it took me an entire month to complete. The two people I chose to heal were named Frank and Alice Longbottom. When I read that they were tortured to insanity and had a son, I knew that I had to heal them both, even though Michael said one. When I finished healing them with my abilities, and Celena using her powers to make them immune to torture curses, I waited for them to wake up.
When they woke up the looked around and their eyes landed on me. I was in my normal angel form with my sword in the shape of a staff that looked like one I had seen on a poster somewhere. "Welcome back." I said, layering my voice with magic and Grace. "For the past eleven years you have been here at St. Mongos permanent patient ward. You were tortured to insanity by the Lestrange family and Barty Crouch Jr. Celena my phoenix and I have spent the last month healing you during the night." I finished.
They looked at each other and Frank asked in a dry and cracked voice "Who are you."
I smiled at him and replied "I am the Archangel Mage. I am the newest of the Archangels and you two were part of my test. I have given you your life back and Celena has made it so that you both are immune to the cruciartis curse. Also, if I may have your permission, I would like give you back five years of youth. I am only allowed to give back half of what has been taken from you, and this will be like compensation, of a sort."
Alice responded this time "That would be lovely dear. You have already given us so much, and if you are willing to give more, we accept. But before you do, who should we thank?" she asked.
I looked at her and smiled. "Thank whoever you believe you should. It is not my place to force religious beliefs on someone." With that I held out my arms with my palms pointing at the Longbottoms and said "Divine art: Fountain of youth, five years."
As I finished speaking, the Longbottoms started glowing and started de-aging. As soon as the light died down I saw that the technique worked, but they had passed out from the influx of holy energy. I flew over to them and placed a silver bracelet on each of their tight arm that had a silver cross with a blue staff painted behind it. With that done, I flew off to Hogwarts to exorcise a few dozen ghosts.
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"Finally" I thought as I saw the towers of Hogwarts on the horizon. It had taken me hours to get to the castle and I had gotten lost twice because of wind currents and clouds. As I passed through the wards, I made sure that they didn't report me or anything I did, that would end badly. I was tired so I decided to take a rest on the top of the highest turret. As I settled down I turned towards the horizon and sighed. "I better get started tonight." I thought. With that I curled up and fell asleep.
(AN: it is Halloween morning.)
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Edward Pov
"Longbottom is such a PAIN" I ranted to Ron. Longbottom had been so annoying ever since he got a letter from his grandmother and St. Mungos saying that his parents were cured of their insanity from the cruciartis curse. He had come back two days ago telling us how they were so wonderful and how perfect they were. Then he starts ranting about angles and how they helped his parents. It was so bloody ANOYING.
"I know that he is a pain Ed, but what can we do? Let's just go and get something to eat. I am hungry." Ron whined.
"Fine." I murmured
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Harry Pov
The warm evening sun was surrounding me in a golden shroud, making my wings light up in brilliant shades of gold, yellow and white. "Looks like it's time to start exorcising the ghosts." I murmured. With that I snapped open my wings and headed to the largest concentration of ghosts in the castle, which just so happened to be in the dungeons. I swooped down to the grounds and pulled my wings into my body. After the minuscule amount of pain from that, I transformed my sword into a wand and transfigured my white clothes into some heavy black robes that I saw some other students wearing. With that done, I walked into the castle and looked around for the staircase that led down into the dungeons. When I found them, I walked swiftly down the steps and eventually came to a dark and dreary corridor. I could sense the large amount of ghosts at the end of it so I headed there to see if any of them want to cross over.
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Serverus Pov (HA, I bet you thought I forgot about the marauders.)
I had found a new tracking potion in an old text that was buried in the library. It was old, dusty, nearly illegible, and was considered borderline dark. It had taken a month to brew and it was almost complete. "Add the child's lock of hair Black." I spoke with authority.
"Fine, but only if you call my by my first name Sevy. After all, we made peace over eight years ago." Sirius whined as he added the hair.
"Do you think that this potion will work? All of the other ones that we have tried have failed, so what makes you think that this potion will work?" Remus spoke softly.
I sighed and responded "I don't know if it will work Remus, but brewing these tracker potions has become a sort of a ho…" I trailed off as I looked down at the potion that had started turning white.
"What's the matter Sevy? Cat got your tongue?" Sirius laughed.
I didn't answer but simply pointed down at the potion that now had a golden arrow floating in it.
"What does this mean?" Remus gasped.
"Because of the size of the arrow and the color, it means that Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." I said breathlessly. With that, the arrow floated out of the cauldron and down the hallway and we followed it, wondering where it would take us.
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Harry Pov
When I found the ghosts, it was surprisingly… morbid. They seemed unhappy and sad, but when I mentioned the possibility of cross over to them, I got mobbed. It seems that most of them wanted to cross over, especially some ghost called Peves. It took me about ten minutes to calm them all down and a brief moment to release my wings.
After drawing the runic circle that purifies and cleans a soul, I had them all line up as I powered up the circle and activated it. It took about an hour with about six ghosts per minute. It turned out that there were around three hundred and seventy ghosts at Hogwarts. The ones that didn't want to leave were some professor… Binns I think, the house ghosts and some girl named Myrtle. As I was cleaning up the runes and lines, I heard the door to the room creak open. I spun around and saw three people standing in the door way; a greasy person, a werewolf and a regal looking person. They all had a look of hope on their faces.
"Harry?" The werewolf asked.
I nodded and replied "How do you know me?"
"We have been looking for you for years Harry. I am your godfather Remus Lupin, the person on my right is Sirius Black and the person on my left is Severus Snape." Remus replied. "We knew you since you were a baby, but you were taken away by your parent before we could take you in."
"Why do you have wings?" Sirius asked.
"Idiot." Severus muttered. "You just meet him and you ask a question like that."
I laughed at this and replied. "It's alright. First, I know what my parents did, and second, I have wings because I am an angel, but I am an odd one because I am still alive."
They stood there with their mouths hanging open for a few moments before Severus asked "Would you mind if I had a couple of feathers? It is rumored that angel feathers have amazing healing powers and I would like to see if I can augment a potion that will amplify that power."
I smiled at that and replied "Because of your aims and intentions I shall grant your wish." With that I reached behind me and plucked out seven feathers. I held them out to him and said "Here you are. Just remember to use them for good and not evil." He nodded at this and had a look in his eyes that looked similar to that of a childs who was told it was Christmas for a month.
"So… what happened to you?" Sirius asked.
"I can't tell you that until you come to heaven, but I can send you letters and talk if you like." I told him.
"I would like that." He replied.
All of a sudden I felt as if somebody was in danger somewhere in the castle. "Darn." I muttered. "I have to go, somebody is in trouble." I told them.
"It's alright." Remus said. "Go and help."
With that, I dashed out the door and up the stairs to find out what was going on.
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Normal Pov
"This food is good." Edward and Ron thought as they stuffed themselves with various dishes from the table. They have been eating since the start of the feast which had started over thirty minutes ago, and it looked like they had no intention of slowing down.
"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! I thought you'd ought to know." Quirrel screamed before he passed out.
"AHAHAHA, OMW, WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Were the screams from the students.
"SCILENCE!" yelled Dumbledore. "Now, prefects lead your housed to their dorm rooms. Teachers follow me to the dungeons." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Hey Ron, let's go find the troll and beat it. We'll be hero's!" the moron… I mean Edward said.
"Yah, great idea Edward. We'll get so many house points and awards!" Ron agreed.
(Short time skip)
"Hey do you smell something?" Edward asked.
"Sorry." Ron mumbled.
"Not that, the other smell."
"Yah."
"Hey look, there's the troll. It's going into the bathroom. Let's lock it in!"
"Good idea Edward."
"HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" Yelled a voice.
"You hear something?" Ron asked.
"Nope."
"Ok." With that the two stooges left, laving the voice to her fait.
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Ok, biggest chapter I have written yet. I don't know when I shall update next. I am tired.
Also, my first one-shot was a slight success. Kiba Wolf was funny and gave me a nice review, so… props. The one-shot is called WTF…Guns?
I have gotten some unsavory reviews and I am unpleased with them.
Also, after I finish the first year, I will be trying to make the next two chapters years 2 & 3 so… little bit of a wait.
Will write later
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