Disclaimer: I own only Ash and the plotline, all else belongs to J.K. Rowling

I look around the room in mild awe, he had a room to himself, but instead of just the furnishings that the school had provided, he also brought along things from home. Everything was black or green, and what looked like leather. Draco takes a seat on the sofa, motioning for me to take a seat as well.

"I highly doubt that it escaped your notice that Ash is not as one would seem. She was born to be something more than these morons that we call classmates," he starts slowly.

"What is that?" I ask automatically, not wanting to wait for him to reveal it slowly.

He smirks at my impatience, "an angel. There was a prophecy told that when the need arises, five would be born, and together they were to wipe out the darkness that was slowly encroaching upon the land. Another prophecy was made about the chosen one as well, but that was in case the angels did not succeed, or all of them did not realize their power."

"And what does this have to do with me and you?"

"I was born to be one as well, the angel of water, and if Ash is correct, then you are the angel of fire."

"Those tattoos?"

"Her wings."

"I wasn't born with those tattoos though. I think that I would notice if my back was covered in those markings."

"Your parents hid them from you. Someone placed a very strong concealing spell on your back, so that no one would notice them, not even you. They kept it from you, they chose instead to believe that Potty would save the world, since he had already been marked as the chosen one."

There was a displacement of air, and Ash appears in the air next to Draco, her eyes still pitch black.

"You took your time, death," he drawls.

"Wasn't long enough, icicle," she snarls.

The anger radiated around her and I drew back in my chair.

"What did you do?" I squeak.

"I took care of a problem, and further weakened Voldemort's power base," she says closing her eyes.

The pressure in the air dissipates. Draco stands and places an arm over her shoulders.



"I don't think that she believes us, we're going to have to show her," he says.

Ash looks at him, then takes a deep breath in. Exhaling slowly she hunches her shoulders. There was a shimmer over her form and in her place stood a being that looks like Ash, but the power radiating from her made me think twice.

Draco bows to her, then steps aside as she stretches out her wings.

"Damn, this feels good," she mutters.

My eyes shift to Draco as he begins to talk to himself, his wings appeared, his eyes turning an icy cold blue, the same shade as his wings. My eyes flick back to Ash, and I felt something call me out of my chair. She holds her hand out as a ball of fire appears in her palm.

"Come forth little one and claim your birthright," she says her voice formal.

I place my hand in hers and fight the panic as the fire creeps up my arm. I was encased in the fire and suddenly felt something change in me. Looking at my hands, I watch as the fire absorbs into my skin. The skin on my back felt like it was crawling. It split and my eyes roll back into my head. An overwhelming feeling of freedom comes over me, like I was learning about a new side of myself.

I look over my shoulder, and red wings had burst forth from my back. I touch them, thinking that it was just an illusion. They didn't fade, and I let out a laugh.

"Welcome, Angel of Fire," Ash mutters.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Draco asks smirking.

I nod my head, my throat tight.

"I think that I need to stretch properly. I haven't had the chance to in so long," Ash says.

"How are we going to get out of here without bringing unwanted attention to us?" I ask her.

She opens her arms and I step forward as does Draco.

"Close your eyes, and don't look until I tell you too," she tells us then the world shifts.

I press my eyelids shut. It was cold, very cold. The world shifted again and I feel Ash remove her arms from us.

"You can open them now," she says.

I open my eyes, looking at the trees of the Forbidden Forest.



"You know how much I hate traveling like that, you could have at least warned me first?" He growls at her.

"It was the fastest way," she retorts, sticking her tongue out at him.

"What the hell was that?" I ask, getting my breath back.

"It was the land of the dead. A world that overlaps our own, where the souls who wish to pass on go," Ash answers, "The living are not allowed to see that world."

"Then how can you look?" I ask.

"Who said I was fully alive?" she shoots back.

I just stare at her, another secret that she had kept from me.

"I don't want to talk about it. It's something that I don't like to talk about," Ash tells me.

I nod; I'd honor her request, for now. She spreads her wings and launches herself into the sky. I caught a glimpse of her eyes, and I knew that I had brought up bad memories. Draco and I try to follow her, but she was too far ahead.

"I knew that this was coming," he mutters under his breath, not realizing that I could hear him, "at least she got her revenge."

I act like I hadn't heard him, "where is she going? And won't they see us?"

"Everyone is at Hogsmeade, and we're too high for them to even notice. As for where she is going, she just needs to be alone. She'll come back only when she is ready. It's useless for us to try and catch up to her, flying is one thing that comes as naturally to her as breathing," he responds, soaring.

"You said that there were five of us, where are the other two?"

"That's just it; we don't know who they are. They probably don't even really know who they are yet. That is another thing; it takes Ash for them to recognize their own power."

"But why her?"

"She is the point on the star, she is the most powerful one out of all of us, and she was the first."

Death, to come into her power she would have to not only see death, but die herself. I had to fight the shudder that went up my spine, no wonder she kept to herself so much. A shadow fell over us, and something plummets between us. There was a light touch on my leg.

"You're it," she calls back, zooming away.

Draco wheels to the side, and I go after him. Mimicking Ash's form, I dive on him, tagging him then flying away. I felt freer that I ever have before, even flying on a broom never felt this good. I was doing this under my own power, and on my own.

Hours later, we touch back down to earth. My back and shoulders were aching, a long slow ache. Closing my eyes, I will my wings to disappear. There was a feeling of something being pulled back into my body; I knew that my wings were gone.

"We need to do that again," I say to them.

Draco throws his arm over my shoulder, doing the same to Ash on his other side as we began to make our way back to the castle.

"I think that we all need something to eat, and then we can enjoy the rest of the day together," he says and we both nod.

"Hey Ginerva, did you really have no idea what you were until you met us?" Ash asks.

"I didn't even know that such a thing had been foretold. My parents hid my wings from me, I guess they want to believe that Potty would be more powerful that I would ever be," I tell her.

"Just to let you know, I don't really like your parents," she retorts.

"Don't worry, the feeling is mutual," I mutter, fighting back the memories of the aftermath of my first year, "they're never been all that supportive of me. I'm the only girl other than my mother."

"Well, I think that it's safe to say you have more than enough support in us," Draco says, tightening his arm around my shoulders.

I smile at him, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. Something was different, wrong. I'm not supposed to feel this way for him, he's my best friend.

A/N:

Since I don't know for how much longer my free time will last (job hunting) I'm going to be putting up the chapters as I finish them, or at least once a week whichever comes first. And for any of my readers that are looking for a beta, I'm open to read anyone's works.