Really, this comes from reading an article about people who are convinced they were angels or something in a past life. They think they can actually feel wings on their back. I got to wondering how that could fit into Harry Potter, where there is magic, and out came this.

Disclaimer:This is the fourth chapter. If you don't know that I don't own Harry Potter by now, I despair of your intelligence.


Harry Potter and the Forgotten Angel

Ch. 1 - Dream or Vision or Other?


It was a rather unusual scene that greeted the eyes on the cliffs in the middle of a hurricane.

There were three people facing off at the cliffs. This was unusual in and of itself in that any sane individual (and several who were not so sane) knew to stay inside during a hurricane. That was not however the most unusual thing to be seen that night.

The first figure was completely bald and had a definite reptilian cast to his face. He was also pointing a highly polished stick at the other two. He was the most feared wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort.

The second figure was clothed in shadow from head to toe. The shadows were swirling like trapped smoke. This person also had a wand out and facing the first.

However by far the oddest sight for an observer was the third figure. Untidy black hair was the most normal thing about this figure. His eyes were entirely purple and glowing. He no longer had pupils or sclera (the white part of the eyes). It was like someone had removed his eyeballs and instead implanted jewels into his empty sockets. The oddest thing about him however was his wings. They were feathered like an angel's, but black as the midnight sky.

He was the only figure that did not have a wand. Instead he held a sword in one hand and a staff in the other. His sword was, at the moment, leveled at the evil wizard, while his staff was weaving burning designs in the air and both had lightning flickering along their lengths. When he ceased moving his staff he began chanting in a long forgotten language.

The last words heard were "la dracu 'de unde a venit." The flaming runes shot at Voldemort. Then, everything went black.


In a time far back, a boy with the same black hair as the winged man. For a split second past opening his eyes they flashed a bright, vibrant violet, before resuming their normal emerald green appearance. The boy was, as always, oblivious to the changes.

Harry Potter woke up from his dreams extremely confused. This was not unusual in and of itself but, the reason for was quite different than usual.

Before thinking his dreams over Harry checked his room over for anything that might have been moved or have caused him to have a exceedingly realistic hallucination. As he was checking his room over he gave his owl, Hedwig, an absent-minded pat on the head.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary, for a wizard that is, Harry sat down to think about what he just dreamed. First off, his scar was feeling influenced from the outside, like it usually did after he got a vision from Voldemort. However it did not feel like it was going to split his head with agony. In fact it felt like it was being healed?

Second, the man with wings had had the exact same hair as him. And why did his eyes seem so familiar? It was almost as if he knew him.

So what was that that he had just seen? Who had sent it? Or was it just a dream?

In short what was that? A dream? A vision? Or something else?

In the end Harry decided to just go back to sleep and see if anything happened tomorrow. If not then he would just ignore the dream.

Little did he know how weirded out he would get the next day.


Short, crappy and to the point. And then the bunny died. Anyone wanna take this?