Chapter Two: Angel Wings

It was an unusually pleasant morning for Harry when he awoke. Unlike the recent awakening beforehand, today was not plagued with coughs and waves of convulsion. On the contrary, the morning felt rather warm—calming even. He was surrounded with a wave of comfort, shifting in the soft cloud-like material which enveloped him. He knew he would need to wake up soon to shower and prepare for class. Normally he would have cursed his way out of bed—dragging the weight of his body to the bathroom.

He felt different. The tiredness which he had grown accustomed to waking from was not present. Instead, he felt rather—energized, for the lack of a better word. He felt great! There was not soreness in his muscles, no weight to feel being lagged around. For the first time in a long while, he felt strangely—light. It was like a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders. He wondered for a moment, if this would have felt like if Riddle hadn't cursed him. He liked the feeling.

Harry steadily, groggily, opened his eyes now. Relishing the cotton—no softer than cotton, feeling surround him in a warm embrace. What is this? He thought to himself, gently pulling his body into a sitting position to discover just what—or who, he had slept on last night. On his bed, wings spread gloriously around him wearing nothing more than a soft light cotton white shirt, was the angel came to him yesterday.

"Draco" he found the name passing his lips, before he could even stop himself. Yes that was the angel's name, he remembered from yesterday. Strange, again that feeling that he was accustomed to saying it. He cursed quickly when the angel started stirring from his sleep; he must have heard him.

Draco started shifting from his slumber when he heard the voice, he had longed for, call out his name. He let a shuffled moan escape from his lips, involuntarily flexing his wings along with his body as he stretched to lift himself into a sitting position beside the brunette. "Good morning" he greeted with a soft smile touching his lips, momentarily forgetting the aristocratic Malfoy-sneer on his face. It was far too early for that.

"Morning" the brunette replied dumbly, all thoughts clearing his mind as he watched the thin shift lift up the angel's leg to reveal more of a creamy thigh. Damn. Why was the sight going straight into his groin? He shook his head in annoyance. You don't lust after angels, you don't lust after angels, he thought fiercely. "Put some damn pants on for god's sake!" he suddenly burst, suddenly making his way to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

Draco obediently obliged with yet another uncharacteristically smile planted on his pale features. Damn, Malfoy's do not show emotion. Malfoys do not show emotion, he told himself over and over again, spelling a set of robes for himself. Then again, he paused in thought mid-way through pulling the crisp black slacks in hand. The Malfoy heritage isn't valid anymore, since he wasn't that Malfoy—at least in this world anyway. He'd given it up the day he was taken to heaven; it had been his decision.

Deciding to forego his well-held heritage, Draco contently put the rest of his pants on and proceeded to put on his shirt. Glancing on the table, he noted that Potter had forgotten his glasses when he hastily made his way to the bathroom a few minutes earlier. Looking at the bed, he flicked his wand to spell it to proper order when he felt another harsh tightening in his chest. Damn, he cursed. Holding on to his chest, as a wave of pain hit his body hard. Less of that, he agreed, just as Harry re-entered the bedroom.

A shirt hit his face within the minute, followed by a mutter of "Put a shirt on" before the sound of the door was heard. Potter had left him in the room. He sighed, lifting the piece of clothing from his face. He would have fired insult at the brunette, hexed his too probably, if the boy had done it before. But now, he succumbed himself into breathing the masculine scent of Harry. The other boy hadn't noticed the new shirt the blonde had spelled earlier and instead threw a shirt of his own.

Selfishly, let me be with you just a bit more.

. . .

Love—

Once an angel enters into the realm of Heavens, he or she provokes the right to fall in love—or rather, to love one who still walks in the living. This type of love is forbidden. The angel cannot act on it, one must accept the faith that they can never reach the person they love. This is another law of Heaven's realm that ties these angels into paradise.

"Everybody please take your seats" Professor Lupin's amplified voice echoed the hall, immediately making the small bundles groups of students scatter back into their seats. Harry, Hermione and Ron did the same and took a seat of a table on the right side. The teacher didn't even bat an eye, when the sound of the door was heard opening. However the student reactions weren't as passive as his, everyone turned around to see who was brave enough to arrive with tardiness.

Harry spun around as well. Draco! His head nearly yelled, noticing that the blonde had entered—rather gracefully, into the classroom. There was a strong aristocratic demeanor in his presence, but the boy neither uttered a word nor even moved to say anything. Instead, he quickly took a seat near the back of the class close to one of the big open windows that surrounded the room. Harry shrugged and let it go. Didn't anyone notice he was new? He shook away the thought minutes later, and listened to the lesson instead.

Draco had used his angelic abilities to enter the school without much question. To most students, it would seem like he'd always been there beforehand and once he left, it would be like he was never there at all. Entering the classroom, he silently gave a nod to the professor and took a seat beside the window. So the werewolf had returned to teach after the war, huh? He thought in his head, looking at the brunette with his friend in the corner of his eye.

A surge of pain claimed him again. He bit his lower lip to keep from groaning out, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table. This is bad—very bad, he thought. Using another hand to hold up his face to keep it from falling down and causing a ruckus, he took several deep but quiet breaths to calm down. Stay with it Draco, he told himself, glancing over to Harry once more.

It may not be as long as I wanted, but I'm happy to stay by your side.

"Harry" the angelic voice called to him, stopping him from moving any further. He'd been in animated conversation with Ron and Hermione about their current DADA lesson which had been spells used in the war. It was partly History of Magic, but, as they found out just as the school year began, most seventh year courses were interconnected one way or another. Just as DADA and MHis.

Turning around he saw the blonde angel walking up to him, cheeks slightly tinted pink and looking like he'd just ran a marathon. "What are you doing here?" he asked sharply, completely unmindful of his friend's questions. Somehow his body commanded him to act like such a git in front of the silver-eyed boy—he just didn't know why. If one thing, he was wondering why the boy looked so flustered.

Draco flashed him a smile and told him the lie he'd been brewing inside his skull for the past hour during DADA. "Research" he simply stated, placing a hand on his elbow and a finger on his cheek in a mocking pose of thinking.

"What?"

"Trying to find out the effect of the final battle" he stated more clearly now. This way, it was easier to be around the Gryffindor than flying in the shadow while trying not to gain any attention on his person. Flying was hard, and exhausting, when using wings. It was easier to fly on brooms than it was on wings, since part of the flying was done by the enchanted vehicle. "Besides, it's easier to find my angel band if I walk around the campus, don't you think?"

Harry merely sighed and beckoned for the blonde to come nearer, which the boy happily did and linked their fingers in the process. "What are you doing?" he said under his breath as they reached his friends, making the boy simply hold his hand tighter in response.

"Would you like me to get lost and bother all sorts of people just to find you?" Draco said, fighting the growing smirk to form on his face. That was another lie, of course. He could still remember the hallways of Hogwarts from his days here; it wasn't that long ago. Besides, this way, he could be closer to the person he held in his heart. Just another selfish act, he told himself, gripping the boy's hand harder.

"You're a selfish git. You know that right?" he heard the boy mutter from beside him. He chuckled with a soft "Yeah" in response. It was funny how the old school boy habits of cursing him was still in Potter's system despite his memories being erased. It seems like calling his names were now second nature for the boy. He let his lips curve up ever so slightly.

"Who's your friend mate?" Ron asked from beside him, when the pair reached Harry's friends. There wasn't even a touch of sourness in Weasley's features nor was there any of hate. Perhaps, there really was no memory of Draco in this realm after all. It was odd to have the red head face him without any insults being thrown. There was also the lack of fuming redness of the boy's face that was present before.

"Guys this is Draco" Harry introduces, motioning for them to look at the boy holding his hand. "Draco this is Ron and Hermione" he introduced back, waving a hand over his friend as he said their names.

"Oh so is this were you've been sneaking off to lately, Harry?" It was Hermione who asked the question. It was softly said and again there was the lack of malice in her voice. Draco barely remembered to greet her without saying 'mudblood' but he caught himself quickly.

"I wouldn't blame you mate! He's a looker!" Ron commented suggestively, earning a blush from both Draco and Harry. Draco mentally cursed himself for the lack of control on his emotions and fought his blush down until it finally disappeared. Harry was quick to choke rather loudly and complain in his defense.

"We aren't together!" He said through his teeth, still with a crimson blush on his face. That didn't keep his friends from laughing.

"It sure seems like it!" Hermione said with a smile through her laughter, pointing out the hands linked together in between the boys. Both boys looked down; Harry in response hastily shrugged his hand free from the blonde's grip making the boy disappointed. Draco hid the disappointment faster than it came, trying his hardest to fight his emotions for control.

"Is Harry a little embarrassed?" Ron, deciding to continue the teasing, joked further making the brunette flush in an angry red.

"Stop it" Harry said, warningly giving Ron the golden boy look. It was the look he wore when he'd fought against the dark lord and thankfully that made the red head ease up.

"Sorry mate. You don't have to be so sensitive you know?" he said under his breath, letting the jest go. Harry gave him a thankful smile in response before they continued to walk towards the library in their familiar formation with Harry in the middle. After DADA, the trio had a free period and after that was Potions with Snape. A free period was a good thing though, since their chatter had already cost them a few minutes.

Draco watched as the three walked away from him. He merely kept his place where Harry had let go of his hand. Maybe it was already pushing his boundaries to intrude on the golden trio, he thought, sighing as he looked at the hand which held Harry's a few moments ago. This was enough, he tried to convince himself. Being able to walk in the same realm as the man he loved would be enough for him. But why was another feeling of void in his chest?

His breath nearly hitches, seeing the raven haired Gryffindor boy stop in his tracks and turn around. Emerald eyes met silver, as Harry extend a hand in invitation. Draco couldn't help his smile as he made a spring towards the small group of Gryffindors. He wasn't the Slytherin Prince anymore, so why not spend his time with his beloved and the two friends he always had with him?

A flashback.

It was the night after Crabbe's death. It was only now that Dumbledore's Army had become fully aware of another group fighting the same battle against Voldemort within the castles walls. It was easy to believe Ravenclaws could have been the brains behind such a well-hidden operation, or perhaps the innocent looking Hufflepuffs weren't so innocent at all, but they never could have expected that the other group was composed purely of Slytherins—the house of the dark lord himself.

They all stayed inside the head boy's dormitory, which Draco had owned at the time since he was head boy. At first it was uncomfortable, being in an unknown room, with hostilities between the two houses, but the thick air on tension faded away as Pansy broke into a sob for their lost comrade. Immediately the Slytherin boys and surprisingly Hermione had gone to her side to try and calm her down, whilst the remaining members of the DA were baffled with the discovery.

"I should have been the one to fire the curse!" Pansy said through her sobs, her body shaking against the arms of Blaise who was trying to keep her from convulsing. He tried gentle 'shh' to keep her from breaking, holding her while rocking his body along with hers. She was the one to take the news of Crabbe's death the hardest. She blamed herself for his death because she was afraid of touching the diadem. If she had, and the spell was done correctly, Vincent would still be with them.

"It's not your fault Pansy" Blaise said over and over again, as the others watched him. "He weakened him" he said to the sobbing girl, while the members of the room shared a quiet glance. They all knew very well who him referred to. Truthfully enough, the destruction of the Ravenclaw diadem did weaken the dark lord for it was one of the horcuxes which held a part of the dark wizard's soul. There was silence then as Pansy drifted into sleep from exhaustion.

"How long have you been fighting?" The question later came. It was from Harry; he asked the boy standing as the leader of the other fighters. He eyed the blonde with hard eyes, concentrating on the boy before him in intimidation.

"Longer than you have" was the quick response. The cool and icy façade which Malfoy held never feigned nor even moved. The mask kept in place even under the stress of Pansy's earlier breakdown and Vincent Crabbe's death. He had composed himself now, fighting the surfacing emotions from showing through his masquerade—inside he was crying harder than the girl.

"How long?" came the question again, only harder this time.

"Since we're been children, Potter" the name came icier than ever when Draco said it. "We've always been fighting to keep us alive" he said clearer now, allowing the pain in his voice to betray him. Damn, he should have kept his mouth close. But he knew it was the truth and Potter knew it too. Being the children of Death Eaters was a guaranteed Avada Kedavra if ever they were found to be traitors.

"Why not join us?"

"Are you stupid Potter?" The answer came harshly now, more of wild emotions than insults really. "Openly joining you will get not only us but our families killed as well! Our entire clans risk genocide, do you not understand that?" Malfoy bit his teeth trying to tame his emotions, but the death of a friend in front of you was more than enough to break even the hardest of mask.

"We can protect you!" was the simple reply, Harry voice also rising now in reaction to the chance of Draco's voice. Hermione was quick enough to put several silencing charms around them so that the noise will not go further than the room. "Your kind is too proud!"

"It's what kept our families alive" Draco answered, his voice growing soft now as he regained his control once more. He was confessing their darkest secret as pureblood children—the love they had for their families, no matter what despicable act they might have committed. In their world, love was a nonexistent word because it gets you killed but they're was no one else now.

"Fighting the dark lord in secret despite our parent's cover of allegiants to him…" his voice grew quieter with every word he spoke, the emotions of his co-Slytherin flooding into his system. "Don't you think we fear everyday of discovery? One fatal mistake and we all have been trying to hide for so long will go to waste when out families our killed by that bastard's hand! This is what we have to do Potter"

Harry looked at the blonde who stood before him, pureblood wall threatening to crash down before him. It ws the boy who flashed him hate all through out his years in Hogwarts, it was all a front? A cover to hide the battle they've always been fighting? This was courage driven beyond Gryffindor understanding—perhaps they never will understand. For once in his school boy life, he didn't see Draco Malfoy the Slytherin Prince, instead he saw Draco Malfoy the boy who was fighting for survive.

The thought of alliance between them didn't seem all that bad anymore. The rivalry was a stupid childhood mistake. Now was the time to start making amends for it.

. . .

Angel Wings—

Angel's possess long graceful white wings, unlike any other magical creature. The color of the wings was often a solid white, with their purity depending on the angel's inner core. If an angel was possessed only the most pure of thoughts would the wings be the purest form of white. 'Tainted' wings are usually found on fallen angels, or those with bad intention. The wings are used for flight and can either be either shown or concealed, depending on the angel's situation. However, once these wings are damaged the angels will no longer have the ability to fly.

Harry sat down on the one of the wooden chairs in the library. Now his head was on top the arms he folded on the table when he had fallen asleep. Beside him, Draco was currently trying to wake him with a few gentle nudges on his arms. He shifted, feeling the movements but kept on sleeping. The Dursley's were noisier than this, Vernon's heavy footsteps padded on the stairs above him constantly woke him up as a child but he grew into it. Now he could sleep through anything if he wanted to.

"Harry" The angel's voice cooed to him now. There it was again, the familiarity he had with the voice—it was like he'd known him before in another time but he highly doubted that assumption. "Harry" the voice called again, this time he allowed himself to wake and find the blonde's face close to his own. The boy had been whispering to his ear?

Realizing the proximity, he rapidly moved away and almost toppled over a chair in the process. "What are you doing so close?" he accused the boy in front of him who just gave him a lazy smile.

"Waking you up, stupid" Draco said almost playfully, watching the fidgeting brunette in front of him. He'd stroke the boy's hair while watching him sleep. The wild looking locks were surprisingly soft to the touch he found out and loved the feeling completely. He almost sighed when he realized that Potions was going to start soon and he needed to wake the boy.

Harry grumbled in an incoherent reply and shifted his robes. "Where's Hermione and Ron?" he asked after noticing the vacant seats in front of him. They had gone to the library after DADA with Lupin to research on the properties of a few ingredients for Potions when he drifted on to sleep. That was odd considering he'd found it had to fall asleep since the death of Riddle. He shrugged; maybe it was catching up to him?

"Magical Creatures section, something about Veela wings" Draco told him, before moving to arrange the books he'd used that were scattered on the table. Of course, he really didn't use the books. He just had them on the table for show, so that the trio wouldn't be suspicious. It was a bunch of random books about the war; he doubted that any of the Gryffindors would have realized that it was books for the wrongs subject.

"Speaking of wings, don't you have a pair?" Harry suddenly questions, recalling the blonde's appearance yesterday during their first encounter. The elegant white feathers made his momentarily forget to breathe, as he remembered. He questioned, eyeing the blonde's back which had no wings present.

"I can retract them, see?" the angel replied, allowing his long majestic wings to materialize without breaking the fabric of his white shirt. It was the purest color of white Harry had ever seen. The wings seemed to glow as the sun behind Draco was reflected on the shiny white wings. Even the boy's blonde hair seemed to become a brighter color, Harry watched as Draco gave an experimental wave before retracting them again.

Harry forgot to speak before his friends once again came into view. "Sorry Harry" Hermione was the first to apologize, dropping the heavy looking books on the table with a loud thud. "We didn't want to wake you" she explained, taking her seat which was across Draco. She carried seven thick books in total, all about Veela's. The feat amzed even Draco. How could a girl carry all that?"

Ron followed her with an even greater stack of book in hand. "Figured you can use the added rest" He followed the girl's comment as he placed several other books about Veela properties on the table and took a seat across Harry. "You seemed tired lately" He said with a small grin, conjuring up his parchment from beneath the heavy stack without ripping it.

Draco watched as Harry's expression changed from shock, terror, than back again into his normal self. "It's been hard sleeping" he confessed, his mask was now forming into place. He didn't really want his friends to know that Riddle had cursed him one last time before completely dying—the bastard. "Six years in the same dorm and even in separate quarters, I still ain't used to Ron's snoring!" He said with a joke and a small laugh, earning a "Hey!" from the blushing red head.

"It's not that loud you know!" Ron fought back, while the rest of the students around him laughed.

. . .

Potions ended almost in the blink of an eye. Snape didn't even bother teaching the seventh year advance potions in the beginning of the term. He himself had been trying to recuperate after the effects of the war. He'd been released by Harry's sworn wizarding oath that he had been a spy for the side of light. Now he can concentrate of teaching properly. He wanted the students to learn all the important magical properties before making potions themselves—this way one can understand the elements of a potion, making it easier to manipulate and alter without causing damage to the drinker.

Draco was glad to see his godfather in perfect health and conditioned but there was just one thing that he couldn't pin point. The man seemed happier? Less burdened perhaps without the dark lord threatening his life and Dumbledore breathing down his neck? Severus looked—peaceful. The thought made Draco happy. The man had been fighting to survive longer than he had. He experienced only seventeen years and he felt the fatigue from it, Severus had been fighting longer than he could remember.

The class ended with his godfather leaving the classroom without even blinking at him. At some point he missed him; he missed the man who stood as his guardian within the wall of Hogwarts. He felt a longing there, so with little thought he acted on it—it was lunch, therefore there wasn't any classes to worry about missing. "Severus" he nearly bit his tongue after calling out. That's right, he never existed and the thought was lonely.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Snape turned to him with the normal icy glare, like he had with the rest of his students. Draco swallowed his tongue even more. Seeing his godfather alive and well was one of many things he was thankful for. He was glad the man had survived, even with a glaring scar on the side of his neck made by the cutting curse from a Death Eater during the final battle.

Draco was at loss for words now. Rapidly racking his mind, thinking back to today's lesson, he found what he was about to say next. "There is calming draught, is there not?" he remembered the effects of today's potion, immense attraction. "To counter the Veela blood, you need blood of their mate right?" he asked curiously now, knowing the answer all too well. He just wanted to see a bit more of his godfather.

Snape muttered a curse under his breath before answering. "That is right mister Malfoy. But extracting such blood will put you in danger of the Veela's wrath" he said crisply without even breaking a beat.

"But if the blood is given freely then there is no danger, right?" Draco probed further, trying to spend a little more time with the man in front of him.

This time, Snape barely kept his temper at bay. "Yes mister Malfoy! Now enough with your infernal questioning and go have your lunch in the great hall, else I'll be forced to deduct points from my own house!" He nearly yelled, before he flicked his robes behind him and marched into his office, all the while muttering under this breath about overly curious Slytherins.

Draco merely sighed and allowed his godfather to retreat. It was nice talking to the man, no matter how rude he was. He fixed his robes, in a habitual gesture before exiting the classroom. His eyes spotted the flash of distinguishable Weasel hair in the crowd, walking over he noted the Potter wasn't with them. "Where's Harry?" he asked without even thinking.

"We thought he was with you" they both replied, almost in unison. That was freaky, even to Draco.

"I see" Draco barely got out before he went searching for the missing Gryffindor. Damn that Potter. What mischief did he get himself into this time? He mentally question as he went to look for the said boy. Hogwarts didn't change much, from his time here. Yes there had been some damages to some towers, but aside the fallen structures it was still all the same. Since few students had gone back this year, which was in the seventh year. The older students were given dorms of their own, since there was only a hand full of students in their last year.

Harry held his breath, clutching the walls making his knuckles turn white. He struggled to keep the attack at bay and was miserably failing. Pain his him in another series of waves, aimed for his chest, loosing the feeling in his arms and his legs ultimately giving away. The attacks, as he called them, were growing stronger and stronger each day, steadily getting harder and harder to control. He knew his rope was coming to an end.

In a deserted corridor, Draco immediately picked up the sound of someone falling to the fall. Rushing in, he found Potter kneeling sitting on the floor, barely holding himself up. He mentally cursed himself for being an idiot. Going to Potter now, was like yelling "I know you're sick!" in his face, Draco didn't want that. Shit, he cursed in his head. His legs were already moving before he could stop it.

"You left me in the classroom, asshole" he said with his face, completely the opposite of his voice. Complete and utter terror could easily be read from his pale features. He internally thanked his voice for not betraying him and sounding like his normal arrogant self. He'd swung an arm from behind the boy, making sure a big area of Harry's back was pressed into his chest as he did to allow his magic to gently enter the boy—taking away the pain and letting the curse enter his soul. It didn't have an effect on him anyway.

Harry momentarily froze, fearing to have been discovered when he heard the voice. It's him again, he told himself, realizing that it was Draco. He nearly choked when an arm was swung underneath his chin as if ready to strangle him and a warm body pressed from behind him. He let himself curse feeling the weight of the blonde almost on top of him. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, but didn't push the blonde away like he had before at close bodily contact.

"You're different" the blonde said, feigning innocent and oblivion at the case before him. He didn't want Harry to find out that he knew. "Are you sick?" he asked, as if again not knowing the answer. It was yet again another lie. Old habits were hard to break, during his lifetime he told the boy a lot of lies and even after death he still lied. How many lies had he told the boy since he got here?

"Bugger off Draco and get off me" Harry grunted, trying to straighten his back and remove the boy that was on top of him. The angel didn't listen and instead gripped him even more, this time using both arms to wrap around him. He was purposely taunting him, annoying him and getting on his nerves. "Draco" he said again, warningly this time and felt the blonde loosen his hold in response.

Perhaps like this, I can show you how I feel.

"You're nearly as uptight as Se—Snape" he caught himself before calling his godfather by his given name. That would have really given him away! He sighed internally and shifted just a tiny bit more of his powers before moving away but still maintained both his hands on Harry's shoulders. This time, he cautiously moved to massage the tensed muscles underneath his fingers, hearing the brunette moan.

Harry let out a soft moan as the finger treaded his sore muscles. That felt nice, he thought then the realization hit him. "The pain" he breathed out almost inaudibly, but Draco caught it and continued his ministrations. It's gone, Harry thought urgently. What happened? He asked himself, just at the fingers stopped their motion creating a whimper of discontent to pass his lips. Opening his eyes, which he never realized he closed, he saw Draco standing in front of him.

"You are showing me around" Draco said in a stubborn voice, attempting to get Harry's attention of something other than the recent attack. He must not know it me, he thought again and again in his mind. His cool façade remained on his face as he offered a hand to the boy-who-lived.

"Wha—t?" the boy answered dumbly, unsure of what was happening around him.

"It's your fault I got lost" Draco fired back, feeling the nostalgia of fighting against Harry come back to him. They'd fought so many times before in the past, and now even arguing with the boy brought back those memories. He forced on the infamous Malfoy smirk, to keep himself from revealing his inner emotions. If only, he wished, if only Harry didn't forget him. He sighed, that was a very hard wish.

"Oh" Harry replied before getting taking the offered hand then dusting off his bottom and shirt. He was thankful that the blonde didn't ask why he was there; obviously the boy had gone looking for him. He wouldn't even know what to say if the boy did ask. Nevertheless he was glad not to be questioned for once and obediently followed the blonde's request. "You could have at least said please" he muttered under his breath in jest.

"You would have done it either way Potter" Draco let a breath go as Harry turned around. He was grateful that the Gryffindor was too absorbed in his own inner battle that he didn't notice release several heavy coughs while clutching his chest in pain.

. . .

Life Force—

An angel may not in anyway share its life force to a human; it is against Heaven's Law. It is, however, possible to give part of their life force to a human. This comes with their healing abilities. A touch may be sufficient enough to share an angel's life force; therefore, weakening the said angel. Life force is vital for the angel's survival and keeps them from eternally disappearing; wherein such care, the angel's soul will forever disappear without chance of reincarnation for future life. It is forbidden for an angel to meddle with death or illness, doing so will result in severe punishment or even banishment for Heaven.

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Author's Note:

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Yes, this story updates fast. I was really thinking on finishing this one first before writing the other chapters in Rainbow Colored Sweets, The Sytherin Prince and Vacation House, since the idea is still fresh in my mind. This story really won't be too long since the plot is really very, very simple and straight forward. I don't think it's going to go beyond five chapters—that would be the max.

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