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Angels and Demons, Movement IV
Hahaha. Yes, I am a dork. :D I love my reviewers too much and am too weak to their pleading. The next chapter out has to be Last Enchantment, though, because I've seriously been abandoning that story for too long. And after that story's done, I'm going straight back to Vigilae Mortuorum.
I swear I am.
>_O Okay, I don't think anyone really believes me anymore. ^^;; But inbetween my concert on Friday, attending a wedding on Saturday, and going to the Renaissance Faire today, I have managed to squeeze in time to write another chapter. :D I'm past 1/3 of the first book now, and have found out that there are 4 books in total. So that means this story should take 8 months to finish. :D I'm hoping to stay as excited about it in 8 months as I am now. And I also hope that readers will enjoy it then as well! ^__^
Movement IV, Part 1
There were screams in the background as the Dursleys finally saw what happened. Harry just stared up at the angels in shock, unable to comprehend that they could be so cruel and merciless. That wasn’t how angels were supposed to be!
He shook the girl in his arms gently, heedless of the blood. “Pansy?” He shook her harder when there was no response. “C’mon, get up! You’ve got to run away!”
“I don’t think she’s dead yet,” the beautiful angel mocked, “But I certainly doubt she’ll be getting up anytime soon.”
The other angels laughed cruelly.
It was at this laughter that shocked Harry out of the sudden events. Such beautiful beings should not be committing such heinous crimes! To kill Pansy, who had done no wrong other than be born the person she was… it was horrible. It was unforgivable.
What had Pansy done wrong to merit this?
These angels were murderers.
“Oooh,” that beautiful angel said again, excitement in her voice. “You look pissed. Do you often get mad?”
“Is that a boy?” Another angelic voice was taunting.
“No, it can’t be! Too small and feminine to be a boy!”
Harry ignored that. His hands were slick with blood as he tried desperately to continue holding on to Pansy, as if she would die if he let go of her. His voice was cracked, hoarse as he asked, “You’re angels… how can you kill people like this?”
There was another laugh. “You silly, silly child. We don’t kill people! We kill monsters, demons, and children of the Fallen!”
Harry stared down at Pansy’s vacant expression, and tried to brush back her bangs with his blood-soaked hands. He grimaced when her hat fell off, revealing her strange cat-like ears. It was those ears that made her different, and warranted that she be killed. But why?
“Why do you kill monsters and demons? Why do you kill the children of the Fallen?”
The beautiful blonde angel actually had a thoughtful expression on her face for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s just heaven’s law.”
“The law?” Harry whispered disbelievingly. What kind of heavenly law would actually permit killing like this?
“The law.” Another one of the angels, this time a beautiful male, stepped close to Harry. “It says that the scum of the earth must be scrubbed away… wiped out. Don’t you also think that demons and monsters should be killed?”
Scum? Harry thought of Draco, of how sweet the demon had been. He thought about how Pansy had stood up for him, and Blaise’s bickering with Hermione. What was so wrong with demons and monsters? They were no more evil than the angels. It was heaven that dictated death and intolerance, not hell.
Harry finally lowered Pansy to the ground, unable to stand the rush of blood any longer. He wanted to be able to hit one of those angels if he had the chance. “Who decides these things?”
The male angel seemed taken aback.
Harry’s temper reached its peak. “I’m asking you who the fuck decides who’s scum and who’s not?!!”
The angel looked angry as he leaned dangerously close to Harry in a threatening gesture. “Look, you little shit, you think you can talk to us like that?”
There was a weak groan. “Don’t you fucking talk to Harry like that, arsewipe!”
With that, the angel was kicked away from Harry by none other than Pansy, but was struggling to sit up, breathing heavily. Her blood-stained face made her seem all the more wild as her eyes widened in anger. She growled at the angels, and said to Harry without looking at him, “What are you doing? Get out of here! Run, Harry!”
“Pansy!” All of Harry’s previous anger dissipated as he tried to help her sit up. “I’m not going to leave you here!”
“Stop being a fucking hero and run!” She tried to push him, but gasped and stumbled as she fell back down, the angels laughing madly in the background. There was an ornate sword impaling her from the chest, and she did not get up this time.
Harry was frozen in shock.
“Man… that one was feisty.” The female angel snickered, and flew in close to extract the sword, ignoring the wet sucking sound as it slid out of Pansy’s lungs. She turned to Harry, giving him a tolerant smile that would have seemed angelic had she not been holding the bloody sword. “Hey, don’t feel bad about this, okay? It’s just our job.”
The male angel that had been kicked away scowled. He turned to the dark-haired angel still the in the sky, “I say we kill the kid as well.”
The dark-haired angel laughed. “Don’t be barbaric. We don’t kill humans.”
What’s the difference? Harry watched Pansy’s wide, lifeless eyes. She had tried to protect him. Didn’t that mean something to those angels? Didn’t that just prove that not all monsters were evil? That they could want to protect someone? He didn’t understand. Why was any of this happening?
Why??
The female angel swung the sword to take off Pansy’s head. “Just say bye-bye!”
Seeing this, Harry immediately covered Pansy’s body with his own, refusing to let the angels degrade her when she had just saved him. He would protect her. She didn’t deserve to die!!
A sharp, mind-numbing pain erupted across his shoulder-blades as the sword came down, and Harry passed out.
Part 2
“Flowers?”
All across the city, flowers were starting to blossom again, despite the fact that it was early July. People stopped in the streets in amazement, staring up at the sky in wonder as flower petals floated down gently from trees that never used to bloom.
In a small street between Privet Drive and the local bank, people were screaming.
Brilliant white wings erupted out of Harry’s back as he hunched over Pansy, tearing through his jacket and stretching out into the sky as his aunt and uncle screamed in the background, more scared of Harry’s transformation than of the angels and Pansy being killed before their eyes. The angel whom had been about to cut off Pansy’s head was knocked back several feet by the sheer force of those wings, and cried out at the blinding white light that accompanied it.
But as fast as it appeared, it disappeared once again, fading from sight as Harry slumped over, completely drained.
Pansy groaned as Harry’s weight landed on her.
“Fuck.”
The dark-haired angel landed on the ground softly, walking up the pair slumped on the ground. He sneered at the two, kicking them slightly to make sure that they were truly unconscious. “That was sick. Resurrecting the dead… a power equal to, if not beyond, that of an archangel.”
He crouched in front of Harry, peering darkly at the boy. “Are you of noble blood, child?”
Harry did not wake.
The other two angels approached cautiously, but more bravely as the dark-haired angel kicked at Harry. “What a fantastic prize to return to heaven with!”
He reached out to grab at Harry’s hair.
All of a sudden, a gloved hand reached from the ground and grabbed at the dark-haired angel’s leg, pulling him into the earth before he could ever reach Harry, inciting a scream from the other angels.
“What the fuck was that?” The female angel startled and shouted as she watched her companion disappear. She backed up a few steps, and then decided to stay in the air just in case that happened to her. This definitely wasn’t what she had expected from her typical hunting.
“This isn’t right.” The blonde male muttered. He also jumped into the air to avoid hands coming out from the ground. He turned to leave. “I say we leave them and get out of-”
“…here?” A sneer. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the party.”
Draco appeared close to the angels, also standing in the air with one hand gripping a head full of hair that belonged to the dark-haired angel. The two other angels could tell that their companion was dead just by the amount of blood that had gathered on the floor in those short moments he had appeared.
Draco smiled pleasantly, his grey eyes hard. “I hate doing the dirty work… blood is such a pain to clean off.” He let go of the head, letting the dead angel fall to the ground. “Pansy, be a dear and help me out here, would you?”
There was another groan before Pansy opened her eyes, and startled to find an unconscious Harry draped on top of her. “What the hell-?” She tilted her head to see the blonde demon standing calmly over her and two of the angels frozen in shock, a third on the ground, blood still spurting from random wounds. “Draco?”
The angels jerked back in unison and looked at each other. Draco Malfoy? The Demon King?
“I told you to look after Harry.” Draco glared at Pansy. “And this is what I find.”
“It’s not my fault they attacked unprovoked and literally stabbed me in the back.” Pansy snapped back. She was sitting up now, holding Harry close to her. “I tried, okay?”
“There’s no way…”
Their attentions were focused on the male angel, who stared at Draco in disbelief. “The king of demons wouldn’t be hanging around the human world… Malfoy’s ancient… even by our years!”
Draco scoffed. “I’m sure you mistake me for my father. I’m 213, in your years.”
Pansy twitched. “You’re over two hundred and you’re hanging out with a seventeen year old? You’re one sick bastard.”
Draco smiled pleasantly at her. “Next time, I’ll be the one to kill you- and there won’t be enough body parts for anyone to resurrect you, got it?”
“…shutting up now.”
The angels gave each other a look in the sky as they were ignored for friendly banter down below. They didn’t want to challenge the Demon King and die… but at the same time, they had severely overestimated him. He wasn’t as old and experienced as they thought. He was ignoring them, the enemies, to talk to someone else.
And if they were the ones who brought the head of the Demon King up to heaven…
The female angel nodded grimly, then summoned a whip-chain to her, wrapping in firmly in her hands before putting all her strength into throwing it at the Demon King, growling as the chains shot towards him, “Your head is mine!”
Part 3
“Watch out!”
The chains snapped as they hit an invisible barrier, Draco only watching calmly from inside.
“I would have granted you leave as an act of mercy had you not attacked me.” He spoke calmly. He stepped forward, satisfaction rising when he saw the two angels flinch back.
“Mercy?” The male angel spat. “You’re a demon. The scum of the earth! And to be the king of that scum…”
“Am I the scum, then? Am I the evil one in this storybook tale? Perhaps. But even if I am the villain of the earth… the angels can not claim to be the heroes.” He smiled at them. “Maybe this battle is villain verses villain.”
“What?!”
Draco took another step towards them. “Kill under the cover of purity all you want. Monsters, demon, Fallen… anyone. Normally I wouldn’t care- would even consider it entertainment for myself.”
Another step.
“Kill them by the thousands. Kill them to extinction. It doesn’t matter to me.”
Another step. One more step would bring the demon and angels within touching range.
“But do… not… ever harm those dear to me. You understand that?”
Another step, and Draco reached out with lightning speed to grab the male angel by the face, applying the most pressure on the temples to ensure that he had the weakest point in the skull. The female angel didn’t have time to try and help her remaining companion before the skull burst, spilling its contents onto the pavement below.
Draco frowned at the dirty state of his gloves. “Always such a mess.”
“DAMN YOU!”
Draco turned towards the enraged female angel, watching as she came at him with her bare hands in shape of claws, looking to tear his eyes out. “Blame it on your own foolishness.” He said simply. One does not attack the Demon King.
He turned away from her, ignoring the threat she might pose to him. “Leave no trace of her.”
There was screaming not only from the female angel, but also from the nearby spectators as a ghoul-like monster appeared, its form only that of a large grey head with protruding eyes and rows upon rows of sharp teeth.
The angel tried to halt her advance with little avail, tried to turn and run away as the monstrous creature chased after her, sinking its teeth into her leg as she tried to fly away, as her wings tried to drag both her and the creature into the sky.
The monster seemed to chuckle the more she struggled, as it pulled her back down to the ground with one large yank and listened to her scream as her leg came loose. She fell onto the ground, blood splashing the pavement a bright red as she braced herself against the hot concrete.
Another chomp.
A wet and sticky bright blue eye rolled across the red pavement, coming to a stop right in front of Aunt Petunia.
She screamed.
The monster chased after the eyeball, disappearing only after lapping it up with a gigantically long tongue.
Part 4
Harry opened his eyes to the blurry image of a blonde staring down at him with concerned grey eyes, brushing back his dark hair with one hand, and another hand clutching his hand, giving him his glasses back.
“Hey,” the blonde said as Harry groaned and slipped on his glasses, his vision clearing somewhat. “Are you alright?”
“Draco?” Harry squinted up at him for a moment, trying to clear through the haze in his mind. His eyes widened dramatically as he remembered what happened, and he sat up. “Pansy!”
“What?”
Harry startled to find the girl in question sitting by his side, looking amused.
“How…?” Harry sputtered. “How are you alive?”
Pansy laughed. “I don’t know… but it’s pretty cool! And I have a pretty good idea that it was you who saved me.”
“You’re alright, then?” He seemed relieved at that. “Is anyone else hurt? Uncle Vernon? Aunt Petunia?” He looked around.
The two in question were clinging to each other, scrambling to their feet at the same time as trying to get away.
“You freak,” Uncle Vernon stressed. “Monster!”
Harry froze.
Draco set his lips in a grim line as the two adults ran away, leaving what just happened behind them. At that moment, he was glad that all the blood had been cleaned up by the monsters he had summoned. But he did wish that he had killed those two before Harry had woken.
“What the fuck have they got against monsters?” Pansy cussed. “Bigots, the lot of them.”
Harry slumped over, not answering.
Draco watched him for a moment, and then placed a hand in Harry’s hair, running his fingers down to cup Harry’s cheek. “You didn’t answer me before. Are you alright?”
Harry shook his head ‘yes’. “I’m alright.”
He stood up slowly without the help of either Pansy or Draco, pushing himself up from the ground and wondering at his torn jacket before he took it off. “Thanks.” He said quietly to Draco. “You helped me again.”
He suddenly realized something.
“Hey.” Harry said, “What happened to the angels?”
“The angels…?”
Draco exchanged a look with Pansy.
“Did you kill them?”
The blonde demon pursed his lips. He couldn’t understand the hesitant tone in Harry’s voice. “Yes.”
“It was either them or us,” Pansy tried to explain. “You saw it. They would have killed us.”
“But…”
“There is no ‘buts’. They would have killed us otherwise, Harry. If they hadn’t died… you would be dead right now.”
Harry looked up to Draco for affirmation on this.
The blonde studied the dark-haired boy silently, his hands now stuffed in his pockets where his sullied gloves were. He watched those green eyes, so very wide behind those spectacles- looking for an answer that he didn’t want to give.
“Do you hate me for killing them?” He asked Harry.
Harry was taken aback for a moment, but then turned his face towards the ground, scoffing quietly. He chuckled humorlessly, trying to sort through his feelings… one telling him that all forms of violence shouldn’t be tolerated, and the other logical side of him understanding the nature of ‘kill or be killed’. “I could never hate you, Draco.”
You freak! Monster!
“But…” Harry sighed, running a hand through his hand, mussing it up more. “I wanted a normal life. I don’t understand why all this craziness is happening… why I always seem to bear witness to humanity’s fights.”
Draco’s expression was dark as he watched Harry be led away by Pansy, who in the last few minutes had assigned herself as his personal protector. It certainly did seem unfair that he couldn’t grant that particular wish of Harry’s… to give him a normal life.
But would he have wanted to if he could? If Harry hadn’t been anyone special, Draco would never have met him. And life… would have been very different, most likely for the worst.
All this struggle and strife… the pain and anguish of constantly being afraid I’ll lose you… none of that matters as long as you are by my side.
Draco smiled to himself secretively as he followed the pair.
No, he wouldn’t have wanted it to be different at all.
I swear I am.
>_O Okay, I don't think anyone really believes me anymore. ^^;; But inbetween my concert on Friday, attending a wedding on Saturday, and going to the Renaissance Faire today, I have managed to squeeze in time to write another chapter. :D I'm past 1/3 of the first book now, and have found out that there are 4 books in total. So that means this story should take 8 months to finish. :D I'm hoping to stay as excited about it in 8 months as I am now. And I also hope that readers will enjoy it then as well! ^__^
Movement IV, Part 1
There were screams in the background as the Dursleys finally saw what happened. Harry just stared up at the angels in shock, unable to comprehend that they could be so cruel and merciless. That wasn’t how angels were supposed to be!
He shook the girl in his arms gently, heedless of the blood. “Pansy?” He shook her harder when there was no response. “C’mon, get up! You’ve got to run away!”
“I don’t think she’s dead yet,” the beautiful angel mocked, “But I certainly doubt she’ll be getting up anytime soon.”
The other angels laughed cruelly.
It was at this laughter that shocked Harry out of the sudden events. Such beautiful beings should not be committing such heinous crimes! To kill Pansy, who had done no wrong other than be born the person she was… it was horrible. It was unforgivable.
What had Pansy done wrong to merit this?
These angels were murderers.
“Oooh,” that beautiful angel said again, excitement in her voice. “You look pissed. Do you often get mad?”
“Is that a boy?” Another angelic voice was taunting.
“No, it can’t be! Too small and feminine to be a boy!”
Harry ignored that. His hands were slick with blood as he tried desperately to continue holding on to Pansy, as if she would die if he let go of her. His voice was cracked, hoarse as he asked, “You’re angels… how can you kill people like this?”
There was another laugh. “You silly, silly child. We don’t kill people! We kill monsters, demons, and children of the Fallen!”
Harry stared down at Pansy’s vacant expression, and tried to brush back her bangs with his blood-soaked hands. He grimaced when her hat fell off, revealing her strange cat-like ears. It was those ears that made her different, and warranted that she be killed. But why?
“Why do you kill monsters and demons? Why do you kill the children of the Fallen?”
The beautiful blonde angel actually had a thoughtful expression on her face for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s just heaven’s law.”
“The law?” Harry whispered disbelievingly. What kind of heavenly law would actually permit killing like this?
“The law.” Another one of the angels, this time a beautiful male, stepped close to Harry. “It says that the scum of the earth must be scrubbed away… wiped out. Don’t you also think that demons and monsters should be killed?”
Scum? Harry thought of Draco, of how sweet the demon had been. He thought about how Pansy had stood up for him, and Blaise’s bickering with Hermione. What was so wrong with demons and monsters? They were no more evil than the angels. It was heaven that dictated death and intolerance, not hell.
Harry finally lowered Pansy to the ground, unable to stand the rush of blood any longer. He wanted to be able to hit one of those angels if he had the chance. “Who decides these things?”
The male angel seemed taken aback.
Harry’s temper reached its peak. “I’m asking you who the fuck decides who’s scum and who’s not?!!”
The angel looked angry as he leaned dangerously close to Harry in a threatening gesture. “Look, you little shit, you think you can talk to us like that?”
There was a weak groan. “Don’t you fucking talk to Harry like that, arsewipe!”
With that, the angel was kicked away from Harry by none other than Pansy, but was struggling to sit up, breathing heavily. Her blood-stained face made her seem all the more wild as her eyes widened in anger. She growled at the angels, and said to Harry without looking at him, “What are you doing? Get out of here! Run, Harry!”
“Pansy!” All of Harry’s previous anger dissipated as he tried to help her sit up. “I’m not going to leave you here!”
“Stop being a fucking hero and run!” She tried to push him, but gasped and stumbled as she fell back down, the angels laughing madly in the background. There was an ornate sword impaling her from the chest, and she did not get up this time.
Harry was frozen in shock.
“Man… that one was feisty.” The female angel snickered, and flew in close to extract the sword, ignoring the wet sucking sound as it slid out of Pansy’s lungs. She turned to Harry, giving him a tolerant smile that would have seemed angelic had she not been holding the bloody sword. “Hey, don’t feel bad about this, okay? It’s just our job.”
The male angel that had been kicked away scowled. He turned to the dark-haired angel still the in the sky, “I say we kill the kid as well.”
The dark-haired angel laughed. “Don’t be barbaric. We don’t kill humans.”
What’s the difference? Harry watched Pansy’s wide, lifeless eyes. She had tried to protect him. Didn’t that mean something to those angels? Didn’t that just prove that not all monsters were evil? That they could want to protect someone? He didn’t understand. Why was any of this happening?
Why??
The female angel swung the sword to take off Pansy’s head. “Just say bye-bye!”
Seeing this, Harry immediately covered Pansy’s body with his own, refusing to let the angels degrade her when she had just saved him. He would protect her. She didn’t deserve to die!!
A sharp, mind-numbing pain erupted across his shoulder-blades as the sword came down, and Harry passed out.
Part 2
“Flowers?”
All across the city, flowers were starting to blossom again, despite the fact that it was early July. People stopped in the streets in amazement, staring up at the sky in wonder as flower petals floated down gently from trees that never used to bloom.
In a small street between Privet Drive and the local bank, people were screaming.
Brilliant white wings erupted out of Harry’s back as he hunched over Pansy, tearing through his jacket and stretching out into the sky as his aunt and uncle screamed in the background, more scared of Harry’s transformation than of the angels and Pansy being killed before their eyes. The angel whom had been about to cut off Pansy’s head was knocked back several feet by the sheer force of those wings, and cried out at the blinding white light that accompanied it.
But as fast as it appeared, it disappeared once again, fading from sight as Harry slumped over, completely drained.
Pansy groaned as Harry’s weight landed on her.
“Fuck.”
The dark-haired angel landed on the ground softly, walking up the pair slumped on the ground. He sneered at the two, kicking them slightly to make sure that they were truly unconscious. “That was sick. Resurrecting the dead… a power equal to, if not beyond, that of an archangel.”
He crouched in front of Harry, peering darkly at the boy. “Are you of noble blood, child?”
Harry did not wake.
The other two angels approached cautiously, but more bravely as the dark-haired angel kicked at Harry. “What a fantastic prize to return to heaven with!”
He reached out to grab at Harry’s hair.
All of a sudden, a gloved hand reached from the ground and grabbed at the dark-haired angel’s leg, pulling him into the earth before he could ever reach Harry, inciting a scream from the other angels.
“What the fuck was that?” The female angel startled and shouted as she watched her companion disappear. She backed up a few steps, and then decided to stay in the air just in case that happened to her. This definitely wasn’t what she had expected from her typical hunting.
“This isn’t right.” The blonde male muttered. He also jumped into the air to avoid hands coming out from the ground. He turned to leave. “I say we leave them and get out of-”
“…here?” A sneer. “Wouldn’t want you to miss the party.”
Draco appeared close to the angels, also standing in the air with one hand gripping a head full of hair that belonged to the dark-haired angel. The two other angels could tell that their companion was dead just by the amount of blood that had gathered on the floor in those short moments he had appeared.
Draco smiled pleasantly, his grey eyes hard. “I hate doing the dirty work… blood is such a pain to clean off.” He let go of the head, letting the dead angel fall to the ground. “Pansy, be a dear and help me out here, would you?”
There was another groan before Pansy opened her eyes, and startled to find an unconscious Harry draped on top of her. “What the hell-?” She tilted her head to see the blonde demon standing calmly over her and two of the angels frozen in shock, a third on the ground, blood still spurting from random wounds. “Draco?”
The angels jerked back in unison and looked at each other. Draco Malfoy? The Demon King?
“I told you to look after Harry.” Draco glared at Pansy. “And this is what I find.”
“It’s not my fault they attacked unprovoked and literally stabbed me in the back.” Pansy snapped back. She was sitting up now, holding Harry close to her. “I tried, okay?”
“There’s no way…”
Their attentions were focused on the male angel, who stared at Draco in disbelief. “The king of demons wouldn’t be hanging around the human world… Malfoy’s ancient… even by our years!”
Draco scoffed. “I’m sure you mistake me for my father. I’m 213, in your years.”
Pansy twitched. “You’re over two hundred and you’re hanging out with a seventeen year old? You’re one sick bastard.”
Draco smiled pleasantly at her. “Next time, I’ll be the one to kill you- and there won’t be enough body parts for anyone to resurrect you, got it?”
“…shutting up now.”
The angels gave each other a look in the sky as they were ignored for friendly banter down below. They didn’t want to challenge the Demon King and die… but at the same time, they had severely overestimated him. He wasn’t as old and experienced as they thought. He was ignoring them, the enemies, to talk to someone else.
And if they were the ones who brought the head of the Demon King up to heaven…
The female angel nodded grimly, then summoned a whip-chain to her, wrapping in firmly in her hands before putting all her strength into throwing it at the Demon King, growling as the chains shot towards him, “Your head is mine!”
Part 3
“Watch out!”
The chains snapped as they hit an invisible barrier, Draco only watching calmly from inside.
“I would have granted you leave as an act of mercy had you not attacked me.” He spoke calmly. He stepped forward, satisfaction rising when he saw the two angels flinch back.
“Mercy?” The male angel spat. “You’re a demon. The scum of the earth! And to be the king of that scum…”
“Am I the scum, then? Am I the evil one in this storybook tale? Perhaps. But even if I am the villain of the earth… the angels can not claim to be the heroes.” He smiled at them. “Maybe this battle is villain verses villain.”
“What?!”
Draco took another step towards them. “Kill under the cover of purity all you want. Monsters, demon, Fallen… anyone. Normally I wouldn’t care- would even consider it entertainment for myself.”
Another step.
“Kill them by the thousands. Kill them to extinction. It doesn’t matter to me.”
Another step. One more step would bring the demon and angels within touching range.
“But do… not… ever harm those dear to me. You understand that?”
Another step, and Draco reached out with lightning speed to grab the male angel by the face, applying the most pressure on the temples to ensure that he had the weakest point in the skull. The female angel didn’t have time to try and help her remaining companion before the skull burst, spilling its contents onto the pavement below.
Draco frowned at the dirty state of his gloves. “Always such a mess.”
“DAMN YOU!”
Draco turned towards the enraged female angel, watching as she came at him with her bare hands in shape of claws, looking to tear his eyes out. “Blame it on your own foolishness.” He said simply. One does not attack the Demon King.
He turned away from her, ignoring the threat she might pose to him. “Leave no trace of her.”
There was screaming not only from the female angel, but also from the nearby spectators as a ghoul-like monster appeared, its form only that of a large grey head with protruding eyes and rows upon rows of sharp teeth.
The angel tried to halt her advance with little avail, tried to turn and run away as the monstrous creature chased after her, sinking its teeth into her leg as she tried to fly away, as her wings tried to drag both her and the creature into the sky.
The monster seemed to chuckle the more she struggled, as it pulled her back down to the ground with one large yank and listened to her scream as her leg came loose. She fell onto the ground, blood splashing the pavement a bright red as she braced herself against the hot concrete.
Another chomp.
A wet and sticky bright blue eye rolled across the red pavement, coming to a stop right in front of Aunt Petunia.
She screamed.
The monster chased after the eyeball, disappearing only after lapping it up with a gigantically long tongue.
Part 4
Harry opened his eyes to the blurry image of a blonde staring down at him with concerned grey eyes, brushing back his dark hair with one hand, and another hand clutching his hand, giving him his glasses back.
“Hey,” the blonde said as Harry groaned and slipped on his glasses, his vision clearing somewhat. “Are you alright?”
“Draco?” Harry squinted up at him for a moment, trying to clear through the haze in his mind. His eyes widened dramatically as he remembered what happened, and he sat up. “Pansy!”
“What?”
Harry startled to find the girl in question sitting by his side, looking amused.
“How…?” Harry sputtered. “How are you alive?”
Pansy laughed. “I don’t know… but it’s pretty cool! And I have a pretty good idea that it was you who saved me.”
“You’re alright, then?” He seemed relieved at that. “Is anyone else hurt? Uncle Vernon? Aunt Petunia?” He looked around.
The two in question were clinging to each other, scrambling to their feet at the same time as trying to get away.
“You freak,” Uncle Vernon stressed. “Monster!”
Harry froze.
Draco set his lips in a grim line as the two adults ran away, leaving what just happened behind them. At that moment, he was glad that all the blood had been cleaned up by the monsters he had summoned. But he did wish that he had killed those two before Harry had woken.
“What the fuck have they got against monsters?” Pansy cussed. “Bigots, the lot of them.”
Harry slumped over, not answering.
Draco watched him for a moment, and then placed a hand in Harry’s hair, running his fingers down to cup Harry’s cheek. “You didn’t answer me before. Are you alright?”
Harry shook his head ‘yes’. “I’m alright.”
He stood up slowly without the help of either Pansy or Draco, pushing himself up from the ground and wondering at his torn jacket before he took it off. “Thanks.” He said quietly to Draco. “You helped me again.”
He suddenly realized something.
“Hey.” Harry said, “What happened to the angels?”
“The angels…?”
Draco exchanged a look with Pansy.
“Did you kill them?”
The blonde demon pursed his lips. He couldn’t understand the hesitant tone in Harry’s voice. “Yes.”
“It was either them or us,” Pansy tried to explain. “You saw it. They would have killed us.”
“But…”
“There is no ‘buts’. They would have killed us otherwise, Harry. If they hadn’t died… you would be dead right now.”
Harry looked up to Draco for affirmation on this.
The blonde studied the dark-haired boy silently, his hands now stuffed in his pockets where his sullied gloves were. He watched those green eyes, so very wide behind those spectacles- looking for an answer that he didn’t want to give.
“Do you hate me for killing them?” He asked Harry.
Harry was taken aback for a moment, but then turned his face towards the ground, scoffing quietly. He chuckled humorlessly, trying to sort through his feelings… one telling him that all forms of violence shouldn’t be tolerated, and the other logical side of him understanding the nature of ‘kill or be killed’. “I could never hate you, Draco.”
You freak! Monster!
“But…” Harry sighed, running a hand through his hand, mussing it up more. “I wanted a normal life. I don’t understand why all this craziness is happening… why I always seem to bear witness to humanity’s fights.”
Draco’s expression was dark as he watched Harry be led away by Pansy, who in the last few minutes had assigned herself as his personal protector. It certainly did seem unfair that he couldn’t grant that particular wish of Harry’s… to give him a normal life.
But would he have wanted to if he could? If Harry hadn’t been anyone special, Draco would never have met him. And life… would have been very different, most likely for the worst.
All this struggle and strife… the pain and anguish of constantly being afraid I’ll lose you… none of that matters as long as you are by my side.
Draco smiled to himself secretively as he followed the pair.
No, he wouldn’t have wanted it to be different at all.
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Ah! I just noticed though... what happened to Harry's wings? O_o;
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They disappeared. XD Yes, I am lazy and don't want to deal with them for quite a while yet. :D They'll appear again! After Harry realizes that yes, he actually has wings. ^^;;
...I am so biased by your beautiful picture of chibi-Harry with the angel wings and chibi-Draco with the demon wings. >_O LOL!
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XD! (You like my picture.... ::swoon!::) ::lol!: Although I think it's cute you liked the chibis rather than the "not chibi" versions. ::grinz!::g::
♥!
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But there's absolutely nothing not "safe" about the "not chibi" pics! Well, at least the Harry one. X3 ::g::
::HUG!:: ^-^!
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So alas, explaining to teachers and having them edge away from me more is pretty strange. ^^;; Although it's worse when the teacher never forgets it and will forever tease you about it. >_O Not to mention, those pictures and little freshie boys don't go together. :D Not unless they're in the anime club, that is. XD
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Hmmm.... XD; I would probably just give my teacher a strange look back for giving me a strange look. ._.; Meeh. =) ::snugs::
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I do give my teachers strange looks when they give me strange looks. And strange sounds, as well. ^^;; But I've learned through my history class that giving strange looks and sounds only incite the teachers to laugh and me and try to prompt me to make that look/sound again. ~_~
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Hon, your chapters need to be 1287933257487 times longer, cause this is just teasing us.
<3333
Wah, now I want to go buy Demon Ororon of my own and if I'm sucked into another fandom and fail all of my upcoming standardized tests it will all be your. fault. because. of. this. ♥. fic.
/happy sigh/
And have you seen this (http://www.livejournal.com/users/just_harry/10110.html)!?! Cause if you haven't, you need to! It's all about that screened comment! waah. wibble.
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I SHOULD NOT HAVE SLEPT LAST NIGHT! O_O
Waah~ N_A is evil. T_T OMG~ that was unfair. And I thought I checked it last night- instead, they posted in an old comment! >_O The screened comment... *dies* The persistant shipper in me is screaming that it was the 'L' word, but I doubt Draco would have posted it where everyone could see- even though he encouraged Harry to screen it.
Haha. So now I'm off to write a six-paged spectulation on what it was that ps posted. XD
But~ comment! Much <33s! ^__^ See? So sad. I am such a sucker for comments that they seem to be the reason I haven't been studying much recently- instead using all that time to write. XD
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Why do humans need to sleep?
T____T;;;
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And a mad Draco is a very kewl Draco ;p Can't wait till little innocent Harry starts developing feelings for him :O)
Love, love this story!
Mon
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Mwahaha. XD It wasn't me who said it this time.
But yes! Vernon and Petunia are such @$$holes! >:O They're so very mean. I love when Draco gets angry and overprotective, though. :D Haha. It always means for excess touching. XD!!
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Seriously. *prepares to get down on knees and commence begging*
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But the snippet from the alternate universe? :D I can definitely do that for you! Gimme just a while more and I'll have it up tomorrow- probably at night, since that's when I get home from school now, but I'll have it up. ^__^; No need for begging! All I needed was to have someone remind me about that. ^^;;;
I'm just glad that people haven't forgotten the trilogy! :D I know I've been sorta leaving it alone lately... >_>;;
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*new distraction method* Oh, look! It's a snake plushie! XD