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Writing really quickly, because I have to head off for school before 6:45 or I'll be late. Finished chapter 3 of Angels and Demons, which includes rather lame attempts at insults. Rather than dwell on it, here's chapter three.
Movement III, Part 1
”Did you find anything?”
“Nothing at all. What about you?”
“Nothing. We can’t go back to heaven from our first decent empty-handed! We’ve got to at least find a small monster… maybe even a demon.”
“*laughs* Can you imagine if we brought back the head of a fallen angel? We’d be so popular!”
Harry had been flipping through an old storybook of his when he had come across the picture of his parents that he had used as a bookmark. That, of course, had been before his godfather had died and he had tons of pictures of his parents around the house.
Now, there was only a few left.
The teenager looked towards to poor as he heard the faint sound of flapping wings, wondering if Hedwig was going to make another appearance. Instead, he saw Draco lounging outside, staring expressionless into the night sky.
“Something interesting?” Harry teased, shifting the book on his lap so that he wouldn’t lose his page.
Draco turned to face him, an easy smile on his face. “I just saw a huge white bird fly across the sky, that’s all.”
“At night?”
Draco got up and came inside, shutting the door behind him so that the cold weather couldn’t get in. He leaned over Harry, peering over his shoulder. “What are you looking at?”
Harry shrugged. “An old photo album.”
“A photo album, huh?” Draco leaned closer to study the pictures of a young, adorable Harry with Hermione and some of his other friends, laughing at something behind the camera. “Absolutely adorable.”
Harry only smiled at the demon.
“You have something on your mouth.” Draco pointed out.
“Huh?” Harry’s hand came up automatically, wiping at his mouth. Draco moved around the boy so that he was now in front of him rather than behind him.
“Here,” Draco said softly. “Let me get that for you.”
The blonde demon leaned down and kissed Harry square on the mouth, flicking out his tongue to brush over Harry’s lips. But as soon has he started, Draco pulled back, leaving a dazed and bewildered Harry. The dark-haired boy’s eyes were wide behind his spectacles, and he licked his lips absently, staring up at Draco.
“What’s the matter?” Draco asked pleasantly.
Taking a few more seconds to stare at the blonde in wonder, Harry finally shook his head when he saw no strange expression on Draco’s face. Is this something strange grooming tradition that demons have? “N… nothing.”
The blonde’s attention was once again focused on the photo album as he sat down comfortably next to the other boy, close enough that their elbows and thighs were touching. “What were you looking at earlier?”
Harry shook himself out of the daze, deciding to forget about the earlier kiss since he could make no sense of it. He flipped a few pages back and pointed to a specific picture in particular, beaming at Draco. “It’s my parents!”
Draco startled, “James…?”
Harry blinked, and tilted his head to face the blonde. “You knew my father?”
The demon scowled. “How could I not? I’ve only met him a few times… the last time was about a hundred years ago. He was one of the ambassadors went from Heaven for a peace treaty… Of course, the treaty’s long since been broken, but I remember. He was a good man.”
“Wait, wait.” Harry had a look of intense concentration on his face. “What are you trying to tell me, Draco?”
Draco gazed down at Harry, wondering whether he should fully reveal the information or not. In the end, he only smiled tightly at the boy. “Your father… James? He’s an archangel.”
Mom and dad disappeared when I was one… I don’t really remember them.
“They’re dead.”
Both Draco and Harry looked up from their small moment to see Pansy leaning against the doorframe, her face neutral as she listened in to their conversation. Her cat ears twitched a bit as she saw Draco glaring at her, but she continued on callously.
“It’s been… what? Over fifteen years? Surely they’ve been hunted down by now.”
“Shut up, Pansy.” Draco gritted out between clenched teeth.
The female monster flinched back, moving to hide most of her body behind the wall just in case Draco got angry enough at her to attack. One could never tell when it came to demons.
“What are you talking about?” Harry closed the photo album, not fully intrigued in what Pansy had to say. “Why would they be dead?”
There was silence for a few moments.
The dark-haired boy turned back towards the blonde. “Draco?”
The blonde looked tense, but sighed after a moment under the green gaze. He reached into his pocket to take out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one up with a flicker of his fingers before putting it to his lips.
“There’s a law in heaven,” Draco said when he drew a long puff of smoke, blowing it out carefully so it wouldn’t blow near Harry, “that strictly forbids an angel to fall in love and procreate with a mortal.”
The smoke fell around him in lazy circles, making him look much cooler and detached than he truly was.
“To disregard this law means that the angel would be stripped of any powers and titles he or she has… and the execution of the angel, the mortal… and any offspring that was produced during the coupling.”
Harry was stunned silent by this news.
“Yes,” Draco continued, blowing out another breath of smoke. “It’s unfair. But it is the way of heaven.”
Part 2
“It’s late.”
The two of them were both still sitting atop the bedcovers of Harry’s bed, Harry cradling the picture of his parents in his hands and looking torn between sending Draco away and asking the demon for more information on his parents. Dark hair fell haphazardly into his eyes as he leaned forward, slouching over the picture.
Draco kept his eyes fixed on Harry and his every emotion, trying to discern how the boy felt at that moment. He shifted slightly, stealing a glance at the night sky to tell the time.
Harry didn’t react.
“Don’t worry.” Draco took a guess at the boy’s thoughts. “I’m sure that James and your mother are alright. Archangels are important… if he were caught and executed, then even those in hell would have heard about it. And I haven’t heard any news on him.”
Harry stayed quiet for a few more moments before twitching his lips into a melancholy smile, not looking up from the picture. “You’re sweet, Draco.”
Draco scoffed. “I’m a demon. I’m cold.”
“You are cold,” Harry admitted. “But you’re sweet as well. I… I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”
“You should go to bed.” Draco suggested, clearly unnerved by the raw emotion in Harry’s voice. He leaned over Harry to ease the photo out of the other boy’s hands, placing it gently on the nightstand. Harry’s green eyes followed his movements, and Draco wondered at how much pain the boy was feeling.
“It’s true, though.” Harry continued, his voice full of something that Draco couldn’t define. “The world is so big… I feel like I’m lost. I feel like I’m just an insignificant being in a large ocean of people, all of whom have lost their way.”
The blonde hesitated as he moved to stand up, eyes glued to Harry’s, who was now smiling sadly.
“I don’t want you to feel lost.” Draco said. He sat down again, and reached out an arm to bury his hand in that messy hair, a habit that he was starting to develop, he knew. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
Harry looked up curiously. “What if I don’t fall asleep until morning?”
“Then I’ll stay with you until morning.”
Harry shifted to face Draco directly. “And what if I never fall asleep?”
Seeing the change in posture and mood, Draco dared a little more by sliding his hand down from the messy black hair to the smooth skin of the cheek.
“Then I’ll stay with you forever.” Draco replied simply.
You… are my angel.
Part 3
Harry was tying the laces of his blue trainers the next day when he felt a shadow lean over him.
“Going out?” Draco asked as Harry looked up at him. “Good. I wanted to go out for a while, anyway.”
“Go ahead.” Harry said quietly. “But I just need to be alone for a while.”
Draco looked skeptical. “It’s dangerous for you to go out alone.”
“I still have a talisman with me, and I’ll get more later. But I need to meet with my aunt and uncle today… and they don’t like me enough as it is.” He shook his head with amusement. “They won’t like the idea that I have a demons and monsters living with me now. And I don’t need any more incentive to have them hate me more.”
Harry finally got up, and turned to face Draco. “You can certainly go out… it’s just that my aunt and uncle don’t like me much already.”
The demon had a grim set to his lips,
“I don’t need people hanging around protecting me.” Harry said, understanding what Draco was worried about. “I’ve done fine the first seventeen years of my life, I don’t need help now.” With that, the green eyed boy pulled on a jacket. “So I’ll see you later, alright?”
After he left, Draco turned around to see that Pansy had watched the entire conversation.
“You.” He commanded strictly. “Go with him.”
“Me?!”
“Harry doesn’t understand the danger that he’s in.” Draco said.
Pansy scoffed, peering at her nails absently. “I don’t particularly like danger either, you know.”
Draco scowled.
***
Harry stepped across the threshold of the house that belonged to his aunt and uncle, trying to ignore his obese cousin’s horrid leering.
They had never liked him, and had been ecstatic to hand him off to his godfather when the man had come back from a long business trip, horrified to realize that the son of his best friend was staying with the Dursleys. They had it very apparent that they thought Harry should have disappeared with his parents.
His Aunt Petunia was the older sister of his mother, and had hated that Harry had her sister’s eyes. Perhaps it was because she felt guilty for her outing with Lily whenever Harry gazed upon her, but Harry had never figured out the true reason why she hated him so much.
His godfather Sirius had died when Harry was fifteen, and left him a large allowance that Harry would not be able to touch until he turned nineteen. When Sirius had first mentioned that, he had joked that it was because his parents had married when they were nineteen, so he expected Harry to find his significant other by the age of nineteen and would have that money to support them two.
The allowance had been left in the care of his relatives, despite Sirius’s adamant protests.
It seemed like such a long time ago, though.
“…and have you been good lately, boy?”
Harry sat quietly on a sofa, watching as his aunt kept the door wide open- probably hoping that one of the neighbors would overhear the entire conversation and talk about how ‘charitable’ and ‘kind’ the Dursleys were by associating with their delinquent nephew and helping him.
“Yes, Uncle Vernon.” Harry replied softly, his eyes only darting over to the cupboard under the stairs briefly before focusing on his shoes again, not really wanting to see the house in which he had grown up in.
“Of course he’s been good.” Aunt Petunia sneered as she sat opposite of him. “How could he not be? You don’t get bad grades because you graduated early and refused to go to a university. You don’t get in trouble because you don’t go out. No sports, no interaction with anyone. You do absolutely nothing with yourself.”
Harry stayed quietly, not wanting to draw out another argument that had him staying longer.
“You shouldn’t waste your breath on him, dear.” Uncle Vernon was saying, glaring at Harry. “A freak like him wouldn’t understand that you’re trying to help him.”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re calling a freak, you fat bag?”
The harsh voice came from the doorway, and Harry lifted his head in shock to see an enraged Pansy standing there, clothed in a baggy skirt and tight tank top, a wide beret on her head to hide the strange ears. She had her arms crossed against her chest, and an ugly sneer on her face.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“Pansy,” Harry managed to sputter out. “What are you doing here?”
Pansy growled at the Dursleys, answering Harry’s question, “I’m here to make sure no one messes with my boy.”
It was a while later when the Dursleys had decided they had enough, and wanted both Harry and Pansy to leave. When Harry reminded them that he was there because he needed their help to extract his funds, they glared for several minutes before grabbing jackets and purses to walk to the bank.
“It would have been so much better if the boy had just died.” Uncle Vernon had been grumbling on the way. “If we could just somehow have our family as the next benefactors to that inheritance, and then off him.”
Aunt Petunia stayed silent, her lips pursed.
“We can still hear you, dickhead!” Pansy shouted from where she and Harry were just five paces back.
The female monster turned towards Harry, rage evident in her eyes. “Are you just going to stand there and take that kind of abuse, Harry?! Your uncle just talked about killing you! I say you let me chew out their spleen.”
Harry stayed nonchalant the entire time, and shrugged after Pansy’s tirade. “I’m used to it.”
The girl choked slightly. “Don’t you care what they say about you, Harry?”
“Why do you care what they say about me?”
Pansy quieted down at that retorted question.
“I don’t.” she said stiffly. “I just hate them more than I’m indifferent to you, that’s all.”
Harry shrugged at that, putting his hands in his pockets, never changing his pace. “It’s just the way they are. It’s not like anything I could do would change their opinion of me.”
Pansy stopped walking, and put a hand on Harry’s arm to stop him as well, her eyes serious. “You have to stop being so complacent, Harry. In this world… the weak always die. This isn’t a place where people help save kittens off trees. If you want to keep your head, you’ll have to become stronger and stand up to others.”
There was a flutter of white wings and the brush of wind and something otherworldly.
“You should listen to the cat-girl. She knows what she’s talking about.”
Harry startled as Pansy’s grip on his arm suddenly tightened for a brief moment, her eyes widening dramatically before choking and collapsing to her knees on the ground, bringing Harry down with her as he tried to hold her upright.
“Pansy?” he cried out, his arms tightening around her as she slumped. Green eyes widened in horror as he saw what was a parody of a cross sticking out from her back, and blood surrounding that area of her body, making it very clear that the cross had been embedded extremely deep.
There were three beings with beautiful white wings in their air above them, silently laughing as they watched Harry’s horror at finding his friend so grievously injured.
A beautiful blonde angel flew closer to Harry, tilting up his head. “You should listen to what she said: the weak always die.”
End Movement III
Movement III, Part 1
”Did you find anything?”
“Nothing at all. What about you?”
“Nothing. We can’t go back to heaven from our first decent empty-handed! We’ve got to at least find a small monster… maybe even a demon.”
“*laughs* Can you imagine if we brought back the head of a fallen angel? We’d be so popular!”
Harry had been flipping through an old storybook of his when he had come across the picture of his parents that he had used as a bookmark. That, of course, had been before his godfather had died and he had tons of pictures of his parents around the house.
Now, there was only a few left.
The teenager looked towards to poor as he heard the faint sound of flapping wings, wondering if Hedwig was going to make another appearance. Instead, he saw Draco lounging outside, staring expressionless into the night sky.
“Something interesting?” Harry teased, shifting the book on his lap so that he wouldn’t lose his page.
Draco turned to face him, an easy smile on his face. “I just saw a huge white bird fly across the sky, that’s all.”
“At night?”
Draco got up and came inside, shutting the door behind him so that the cold weather couldn’t get in. He leaned over Harry, peering over his shoulder. “What are you looking at?”
Harry shrugged. “An old photo album.”
“A photo album, huh?” Draco leaned closer to study the pictures of a young, adorable Harry with Hermione and some of his other friends, laughing at something behind the camera. “Absolutely adorable.”
Harry only smiled at the demon.
“You have something on your mouth.” Draco pointed out.
“Huh?” Harry’s hand came up automatically, wiping at his mouth. Draco moved around the boy so that he was now in front of him rather than behind him.
“Here,” Draco said softly. “Let me get that for you.”
The blonde demon leaned down and kissed Harry square on the mouth, flicking out his tongue to brush over Harry’s lips. But as soon has he started, Draco pulled back, leaving a dazed and bewildered Harry. The dark-haired boy’s eyes were wide behind his spectacles, and he licked his lips absently, staring up at Draco.
“What’s the matter?” Draco asked pleasantly.
Taking a few more seconds to stare at the blonde in wonder, Harry finally shook his head when he saw no strange expression on Draco’s face. Is this something strange grooming tradition that demons have? “N… nothing.”
The blonde’s attention was once again focused on the photo album as he sat down comfortably next to the other boy, close enough that their elbows and thighs were touching. “What were you looking at earlier?”
Harry shook himself out of the daze, deciding to forget about the earlier kiss since he could make no sense of it. He flipped a few pages back and pointed to a specific picture in particular, beaming at Draco. “It’s my parents!”
Draco startled, “James…?”
Harry blinked, and tilted his head to face the blonde. “You knew my father?”
The demon scowled. “How could I not? I’ve only met him a few times… the last time was about a hundred years ago. He was one of the ambassadors went from Heaven for a peace treaty… Of course, the treaty’s long since been broken, but I remember. He was a good man.”
“Wait, wait.” Harry had a look of intense concentration on his face. “What are you trying to tell me, Draco?”
Draco gazed down at Harry, wondering whether he should fully reveal the information or not. In the end, he only smiled tightly at the boy. “Your father… James? He’s an archangel.”
Mom and dad disappeared when I was one… I don’t really remember them.
“They’re dead.”
Both Draco and Harry looked up from their small moment to see Pansy leaning against the doorframe, her face neutral as she listened in to their conversation. Her cat ears twitched a bit as she saw Draco glaring at her, but she continued on callously.
“It’s been… what? Over fifteen years? Surely they’ve been hunted down by now.”
“Shut up, Pansy.” Draco gritted out between clenched teeth.
The female monster flinched back, moving to hide most of her body behind the wall just in case Draco got angry enough at her to attack. One could never tell when it came to demons.
“What are you talking about?” Harry closed the photo album, not fully intrigued in what Pansy had to say. “Why would they be dead?”
There was silence for a few moments.
The dark-haired boy turned back towards the blonde. “Draco?”
The blonde looked tense, but sighed after a moment under the green gaze. He reached into his pocket to take out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one up with a flicker of his fingers before putting it to his lips.
“There’s a law in heaven,” Draco said when he drew a long puff of smoke, blowing it out carefully so it wouldn’t blow near Harry, “that strictly forbids an angel to fall in love and procreate with a mortal.”
The smoke fell around him in lazy circles, making him look much cooler and detached than he truly was.
“To disregard this law means that the angel would be stripped of any powers and titles he or she has… and the execution of the angel, the mortal… and any offspring that was produced during the coupling.”
Harry was stunned silent by this news.
“Yes,” Draco continued, blowing out another breath of smoke. “It’s unfair. But it is the way of heaven.”
Part 2
“It’s late.”
The two of them were both still sitting atop the bedcovers of Harry’s bed, Harry cradling the picture of his parents in his hands and looking torn between sending Draco away and asking the demon for more information on his parents. Dark hair fell haphazardly into his eyes as he leaned forward, slouching over the picture.
Draco kept his eyes fixed on Harry and his every emotion, trying to discern how the boy felt at that moment. He shifted slightly, stealing a glance at the night sky to tell the time.
Harry didn’t react.
“Don’t worry.” Draco took a guess at the boy’s thoughts. “I’m sure that James and your mother are alright. Archangels are important… if he were caught and executed, then even those in hell would have heard about it. And I haven’t heard any news on him.”
Harry stayed quiet for a few more moments before twitching his lips into a melancholy smile, not looking up from the picture. “You’re sweet, Draco.”
Draco scoffed. “I’m a demon. I’m cold.”
“You are cold,” Harry admitted. “But you’re sweet as well. I… I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”
“You should go to bed.” Draco suggested, clearly unnerved by the raw emotion in Harry’s voice. He leaned over Harry to ease the photo out of the other boy’s hands, placing it gently on the nightstand. Harry’s green eyes followed his movements, and Draco wondered at how much pain the boy was feeling.
“It’s true, though.” Harry continued, his voice full of something that Draco couldn’t define. “The world is so big… I feel like I’m lost. I feel like I’m just an insignificant being in a large ocean of people, all of whom have lost their way.”
The blonde hesitated as he moved to stand up, eyes glued to Harry’s, who was now smiling sadly.
“I don’t want you to feel lost.” Draco said. He sat down again, and reached out an arm to bury his hand in that messy hair, a habit that he was starting to develop, he knew. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
Harry looked up curiously. “What if I don’t fall asleep until morning?”
“Then I’ll stay with you until morning.”
Harry shifted to face Draco directly. “And what if I never fall asleep?”
Seeing the change in posture and mood, Draco dared a little more by sliding his hand down from the messy black hair to the smooth skin of the cheek.
“Then I’ll stay with you forever.” Draco replied simply.
You… are my angel.
Part 3
Harry was tying the laces of his blue trainers the next day when he felt a shadow lean over him.
“Going out?” Draco asked as Harry looked up at him. “Good. I wanted to go out for a while, anyway.”
“Go ahead.” Harry said quietly. “But I just need to be alone for a while.”
Draco looked skeptical. “It’s dangerous for you to go out alone.”
“I still have a talisman with me, and I’ll get more later. But I need to meet with my aunt and uncle today… and they don’t like me enough as it is.” He shook his head with amusement. “They won’t like the idea that I have a demons and monsters living with me now. And I don’t need any more incentive to have them hate me more.”
Harry finally got up, and turned to face Draco. “You can certainly go out… it’s just that my aunt and uncle don’t like me much already.”
The demon had a grim set to his lips,
“I don’t need people hanging around protecting me.” Harry said, understanding what Draco was worried about. “I’ve done fine the first seventeen years of my life, I don’t need help now.” With that, the green eyed boy pulled on a jacket. “So I’ll see you later, alright?”
After he left, Draco turned around to see that Pansy had watched the entire conversation.
“You.” He commanded strictly. “Go with him.”
“Me?!”
“Harry doesn’t understand the danger that he’s in.” Draco said.
Pansy scoffed, peering at her nails absently. “I don’t particularly like danger either, you know.”
Draco scowled.
***
Harry stepped across the threshold of the house that belonged to his aunt and uncle, trying to ignore his obese cousin’s horrid leering.
They had never liked him, and had been ecstatic to hand him off to his godfather when the man had come back from a long business trip, horrified to realize that the son of his best friend was staying with the Dursleys. They had it very apparent that they thought Harry should have disappeared with his parents.
His Aunt Petunia was the older sister of his mother, and had hated that Harry had her sister’s eyes. Perhaps it was because she felt guilty for her outing with Lily whenever Harry gazed upon her, but Harry had never figured out the true reason why she hated him so much.
His godfather Sirius had died when Harry was fifteen, and left him a large allowance that Harry would not be able to touch until he turned nineteen. When Sirius had first mentioned that, he had joked that it was because his parents had married when they were nineteen, so he expected Harry to find his significant other by the age of nineteen and would have that money to support them two.
The allowance had been left in the care of his relatives, despite Sirius’s adamant protests.
It seemed like such a long time ago, though.
“…and have you been good lately, boy?”
Harry sat quietly on a sofa, watching as his aunt kept the door wide open- probably hoping that one of the neighbors would overhear the entire conversation and talk about how ‘charitable’ and ‘kind’ the Dursleys were by associating with their delinquent nephew and helping him.
“Yes, Uncle Vernon.” Harry replied softly, his eyes only darting over to the cupboard under the stairs briefly before focusing on his shoes again, not really wanting to see the house in which he had grown up in.
“Of course he’s been good.” Aunt Petunia sneered as she sat opposite of him. “How could he not be? You don’t get bad grades because you graduated early and refused to go to a university. You don’t get in trouble because you don’t go out. No sports, no interaction with anyone. You do absolutely nothing with yourself.”
Harry stayed quietly, not wanting to draw out another argument that had him staying longer.
“You shouldn’t waste your breath on him, dear.” Uncle Vernon was saying, glaring at Harry. “A freak like him wouldn’t understand that you’re trying to help him.”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re calling a freak, you fat bag?”
The harsh voice came from the doorway, and Harry lifted his head in shock to see an enraged Pansy standing there, clothed in a baggy skirt and tight tank top, a wide beret on her head to hide the strange ears. She had her arms crossed against her chest, and an ugly sneer on her face.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“Pansy,” Harry managed to sputter out. “What are you doing here?”
Pansy growled at the Dursleys, answering Harry’s question, “I’m here to make sure no one messes with my boy.”
It was a while later when the Dursleys had decided they had enough, and wanted both Harry and Pansy to leave. When Harry reminded them that he was there because he needed their help to extract his funds, they glared for several minutes before grabbing jackets and purses to walk to the bank.
“It would have been so much better if the boy had just died.” Uncle Vernon had been grumbling on the way. “If we could just somehow have our family as the next benefactors to that inheritance, and then off him.”
Aunt Petunia stayed silent, her lips pursed.
“We can still hear you, dickhead!” Pansy shouted from where she and Harry were just five paces back.
The female monster turned towards Harry, rage evident in her eyes. “Are you just going to stand there and take that kind of abuse, Harry?! Your uncle just talked about killing you! I say you let me chew out their spleen.”
Harry stayed nonchalant the entire time, and shrugged after Pansy’s tirade. “I’m used to it.”
The girl choked slightly. “Don’t you care what they say about you, Harry?”
“Why do you care what they say about me?”
Pansy quieted down at that retorted question.
“I don’t.” she said stiffly. “I just hate them more than I’m indifferent to you, that’s all.”
Harry shrugged at that, putting his hands in his pockets, never changing his pace. “It’s just the way they are. It’s not like anything I could do would change their opinion of me.”
Pansy stopped walking, and put a hand on Harry’s arm to stop him as well, her eyes serious. “You have to stop being so complacent, Harry. In this world… the weak always die. This isn’t a place where people help save kittens off trees. If you want to keep your head, you’ll have to become stronger and stand up to others.”
There was a flutter of white wings and the brush of wind and something otherworldly.
“You should listen to the cat-girl. She knows what she’s talking about.”
Harry startled as Pansy’s grip on his arm suddenly tightened for a brief moment, her eyes widening dramatically before choking and collapsing to her knees on the ground, bringing Harry down with her as he tried to hold her upright.
“Pansy?” he cried out, his arms tightening around her as she slumped. Green eyes widened in horror as he saw what was a parody of a cross sticking out from her back, and blood surrounding that area of her body, making it very clear that the cross had been embedded extremely deep.
There were three beings with beautiful white wings in their air above them, silently laughing as they watched Harry’s horror at finding his friend so grievously injured.
A beautiful blonde angel flew closer to Harry, tilting up his head. “You should listen to what she said: the weak always die.”
End Movement III
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If only because of this.
/worships/
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/huggles your demon!Draco/