Fallen Angels

The world is a hard thing to explain, even for gods. It is hard to control and it is hard to force around. Its like a dradle or a spinning top. Once you let it go you just have to let it keep spinning, unless you wanted to stop it all together. You could influence the direction it traveled in and if it started to tip over because one side weighed more than the other you could try to right the balance once more. But, all things do come to an end eventually. You cannot stop the dradle from falling over and sealing its own fate. All you can do is start over and spin it once more with a new set of stakes. But, no one knows when it will come to such an end and no one can guess or estimate such a fate. Many people will strive to do this, but it is a waste of time and futile to worry over the future. Such things will come as they will and all we, as mortals, can do is to live through that fateful time when it finally arrives.

It is a sad thing to think that the world can travel in cycles. That there are periods of good and bad in every life, decade, and centuary, no matter how short or long. Some of us will think we see innumerable horrors and wish that we had lived in another time. But, think of what the world looks like to those who are immortal or extremely long lived. Our minor inconvienences and wars would seem like the scab on top of a festering wound. But there are some times when the festering wound breaks open and the war will come to a head and then their troubles and ours will both align for a time. When mortals and immortals alike can become aligned in the same fight and travesty.

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Madame Pomfrey awoke to a blinding ray of sunshine in her face and as always her first instinct was to check up on her patients. She knew that Hermione and Draco were both in the hospital wing due to some severe injuries incurred through cursing the living daylights out of each other on the Hogwarts Express. They had almost died for Merlin's sake. What a pair those two would make if only they could overcome their severe differences long enough to actually get along. But, with Draco's supreme hate for all things muggle, and the fact that Hermione was the smartest witch of her age and didn't take kindly to being called a mudblood, she didn't think that it would be any time soon when those two finally came to such an arrangement.

She opened her office door and looked in on the hospital wing. Draco was asleep in one far corner of the room and Hermione was at the other. It looks as if they were trying to get as far away from each other as humanly possible because they were both sleeping on their sides on the edges of their beds. If she didn't know better she would say that their hatred for each other had somehow increased over the night because both their faces were strained and sweaty, as if even in sleep they could hardly tolerate the presence of the other.

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Voldemort laughed. He saw into the mind of the young Potter boy and knew of the fate of Hogwarts castle. All was going to plan. It would soon be time to unleash his most daring attempt against the light yet. It seemed as if the immortals had abandoned Dumbledore's plans for good. Oh joy! He laughed again. What a great day this was, even better that when his death eaters had escaped from Azkaban and the dementors had joined to swell his ranks. He would surely win now. There was nothing to stand in his way. Dumbledore was old and he was dying of old age. The young Potter had not learned enough to truly stand against him, no matter how hard the young man would fight. It would all be over soon. He hoped to take to castle before the end of the school year, but now there was no need to rush things, after all, beware the patient man. Or in this case, snake.

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This sucked, Harry hurried down to breakfast, positively sure that he had missed all of his morning classes. There was nothing that would be worse than to show up for Defense Against the Dark Arts and be late. He would be eaten alive. He just hoped that the new teacher would be forgiving.

Harry skidded into the entrance hall to the school and then bounded throught the doors to the Great Hall. And stopped in absolute shock. Where the hell was everyone? Usually there were at least a few years still left who had not had classes the first period, but there was no one in the hall at all. Harry panicked. "Shit! My watch must have stopped! Bloody hell!" And rushed once again from the hall, barreling toward the defense classroom on the third floor. He would eat at lunch.