Sorry bout the slow update.. had a bit of a slip and had to go to a psych ward for a few days... but i have to brag... took apart three razors and DIDNT CUT! YEAH! so happy... my shrinks are happy for me to!... well... heres 8... dont know how screwy you will find it

The weak sun glinted off Fang's scales as he returned to the surface. His red yet black eyes darting everywhere for his heart.

Ginny laid like she had so many weeks ago when Harry had snuck into her bed that first time. Her hair was fanned out, her face peaceful, the one arm close ot her face while the other rested on her stomach. Now a different red sheet crossed her chest. Blood bloomed from Ginny's chest from a gaping wound where a piece of oak wood stood. It pooled around her and stained the robes of those kneeling beside her.

Several eyes turned to Fang as his claws crunched the stone beneath him. His jaw hung open in disbeleif. Fang quickly dismissed his deamon/dragon from and turned into the human Fang. His pitch black hair stood in spikes, briliant robes crackled around him. They seemed to be some sort of living flame, deep crimson at the base and smokey black at the shoulders, darting and danging as Fang moved.

Fang dropped to his knees and held a flame blacked hand close to Ginny's face, then snatched it back. A tear of blood fell from his eye, "Ginny. I never... I never ment for you to get hurt..."

"Harry?" Ginny's voice was weak, "It's ok Harry.The light is so warm. I know I'm going to a good place now."

"NO!" Real tears fell as love wrapped around Harry's breaking heart. The robes changed with Harry. Now he looked like he always did, except he was in robes half white and half black, vines of white streached into the black, and black clawing into the white. More tears fell, little by little, they became tears of light. Harry's hair turned to grey, his robes to light, his skin turned to some crystal that refected light but was soft as silk.

"NO!"

Ron was shocked. Harry becoming a demon, Dean and Harry leaving, being rushed to the Great Hall, Harry crashing in, Dead about dead, then healed, the explosion, Ginny bleeding and in rags, Harry taking the Proffesor down a dark hole, Ginny dying. Now Harry went from demon, to scary human, to human, to suddenly an angel.

Angel Harry ws now holding Ginny close to him, crying shafts of light. Ginny rised her hand to Harry's face, whispered something, and Harry hugged her close. Slowly like the rising of a sun more and more light poured from Harry, consuming both him and Ginny in a cocoon. The glowing orb which encased the two grew in brilliance until a white sun burned inside the Great Hall, blinding everyone there. The light blinded Ron, but he felt no need to close or avert his eyes, because it didn't burn or hurt or really seem bright, but he could only see whiteness.

A huge pulse of energy threw everyone backwards. Ron was thrown onto a table, but felt no pain, he felt... whole. His robes softer. Ron brought a hand to his face trying to figure out what was happening. Ron lurched in shock. That wasn't his hand... was it? Instead of the dirty hand with jagged nails and the ocasional scar he expected, the hand that came to his face was clean with flawless skin and perfectly manicured nails. Ron began to pat himself down and examine as much as he could in public. His robes were the softest silk, but callouses he once had on his hands were gone, so his hands slid smoothly down the cloth. Running a hand threw his hair he found that it was soft as his robes and felt lustorus.

What was that light?

Ginny lay in Harry's arms, her hair long and lusterous, her skin bearing no trace of ever being harmed. Her breathing was deep and peacful. A beautiful golden dress wrapped aroung her body. She looked as beautiful as always. Harry heaved a sob of reliefe that Ginny was no longer brushing death. He pulled Ginny's limp form to him, his mind seaching her body for any inguries still remaning.

"Brother, please release her. So we may see how much you've healed her, and how much you've maimed her. Brother as I'm sure you know, your magic is not always the gentlest," the smile was plain in the woman's voice.

"Sister!" Harry laid Ginny down softly and turned to his sister. A woman with molten lava pouring from her head as hair stood in sari of fire and gold. Every inch of her was either a red, tan, or gold. Her skin was tan, her eyes melted gold, her full lips a rosey red, her perfect nails a firey gold. The woman's whole body shown with the radiance of the sun. In fact, she was part of the sun. This woman and her dragon of fire flew across the sky as the sun. Both where known as Gabija, for they were one entity.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Harry grasped Gabija in a tight hug, "What will you do with Ginny?"

Gabija chuckled, "Take her to Bergljot of course." Bergljot was another Sister with a great gift of healing and great strength in ice. Gabija laughed lightly, "Speak of the devil."

A sharp gust of artic wind bellowed threw the Great Hall. Stray snow pooled a few feet from then and began to rise. Two rough legs were formed in the snow when the toes turned to flesh. Tanned skin spread over the snowy 'feet'. As the flesh crawled up the snowy 'legs', snow now shaping a rough torso, ice crackled around the feet forming sharp looking sandles, sharp in all meanings of the word. The sandles looked very nice, but every strap had a projection of ice that looked like it could easily cut mortals to shreds. The icey straps wrapped up the tanned legs tying off just below the knee. The ice still crackled creating a tunic, the hem tickling the mid thigh of the snowy 'woman'. Short quarter sleaves of ice crawled down the arms as snow still gathered to for fingers. The ice ended in a deep v-neck showing the slight tanned cleavage, the tan skin streaching up to a a pretty face. Ice crawled then from the now formed head. The final product was a woman of adverage hight with tanned skin and dressed in ice that looked like an old greek fashion.

"Take who to me?" Bergljot's voice was soft, the ever present ice in her voice sounding endearing.

"Our Brother Fang's Heart, but he has done some rough healing himself."

"What! Fang I never took you for a fool, but.. YOU... trying to heal? I know you are the Vritra but that does not mean you can go healing people!"

"She was going to die Sister...

"What!? You. Preformed. A. Azreal?" Bregljot didn't wait for an answer. She rushed to Ginny's side as fast as she could. She quickly began singing under her breath, ice dusting Ginny's body. Her fingers where soon dancing franticly all over Ginny's body, blue sparks flying. Soon Bregljot sighed in relefe, "Luckly she does not have much damage inflicted from the clumsy Azreal, but enough."

"What do you mean, enough?" the fear in Harry's voice was obvious.

Gabija-name meaning "Burning one, Fire of God"

Bergljot-name meaning "Helpful Light"

Vritra-name of a Mythical Hindi dragon, name meaning "the Enveloper"

Azreal-name meaning "help of God"