Harry Potter and the Fallen Angels
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chapter one
Harry Potter and The Fallen Angels.
By: Dragon Light
Notes: For the ones who reviewed my story thank you! ^.^ And Dumbledor, Hizashi just don't trust but she has this feeling about him, and you'll find out why soon! I promise! Disclaimer and stuff on the first page here so >P.
Chapter One.
Hizashi Potter woke up at 5am to a new room, and under silky covers she didn't know, cuddled to a blonde with black tips-haired girl. Smiling gently until she remembered the day before she sighed. Sitting up and unlacing herself from the blonde gently she slide from the bed and headed to the bathroom, where she went through her business before coming out dressed in a pair of white tennis shoes, black jogging pants, and a black tank top, with her hair pulled into a high ponytail.
She slipped from the room silently has she looked at the blonde, before heading through the halls and somehow made it to the doors leading outside. Opening the doors she slides out into the morning, warming up with some stretching, before she walked down the steps. Once off the steps she took of in a jog around the large school, thinking.
She remembered last night the Headmaster telling her of the Order of the Phoenix, The Dark Lord Voldemort, and of course about the Boy-Who-Lived; Harry Potter. Frowning she wondered idly why the Headmaster wanted to tell Harry that he had a sister, shouldn't she? She kept her jog up, her eyes narrowing slightly, making up her mind. If the Headmaster mess with her, she would talk to the Boy-Who-Lived herself.
Hizashi was the type of person who didn't want to be left in the dark so as soon as she could she got as much out of the old man has she could, though knowing he was still hiding stuff. She knew her and Sakura were to transfer to Hogwarts, be sorted into a house, and keep in eye out for the Boy-Who-Lived, and anyone who could hurt him. Though she didn't think the Old Man knew the train Sakura or herself had, had.
They both knew how to fight through magic, weapons, or without anything. Hizashi, herself went through great links to get the training too, but no one knew just what all she knew. She planed to keep it that way too, even from the Old Man who seemed to want to ‘test’ her magic. She had told him that she would not be ‘tested’ for anything, and that if she found he was trying to without her saying that it was okay, she'd personally send him six foot under. He backs off after that.
So far out of all this she would say That the Old man, Dumbledor was a old fool who thinks he could get people to do things for him without them actually realizing they were helping him be the most powerful, even if it was behind doors. Voldemort was an equally crazy old man who was more than just a few french-fries short o a happy meal but more like the whole thing of fries and half a burger. The Ministry of Magic, she almost felt sorry for, almost. They seem like poor idiots that were trying to help, but in the end they seemed to be making a bigger mess of things.
It was a bad thing she was in, up, and she didn't know all of it. From what the Headmaster said of Harry, she would think he was a poor boy who was just thrown into the mess without a clue. She had to frown has she reached half way around the school. Really The-Boy-Who-Lived, couldn't be that bad off, could he?
This made her worry at this. Why was she taken from her family when she was first born any ways? Why did her brother get thrown into this and now her? She really didn't understand why they had to be in all this; really this Dark lord couldn't be that powerful could he? She sighed and kept up her jog, a light sweat covering her form and her breaths coming out labored. In her mind’s eyes odd images flashing wildly causing her to stumble, but she kept jogging, has the images race over her mind. Blood, death, hate, pain, need, and pain… so much pain!
Somewhere in her run she tripped and fell, though blacking out at the same time, which made her feel like she was falling forever in a sea of pain, hate, death, and blood.
**** 6am at number four, Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey ****
A small boy, about 5’6” in height was curled up in a ball on his bed lost in one of his nightmares of people who had died, saying it was all his fault. Pointing and laughing at times that he was weak, and shouldn't even be aloud to be alive. Then the Darkness came, dropping over him like a veil. Hate, death, pain, and oddly blood. He felt has if he was covered in it.
Panic rose into his chest and took a hold, has fear coursed though his form wildly with every pump of his racing heart. Pain was next, pressing at his body, has if thousands of hundreds of needles were being pushed through his flesh. Hateful words were echoing in the dark, into his head. He felt has if he was covered in blood has well.
Suddenly something happened that had been happening for a while now. A small light when appear, but today it was bigger, and he could feel the warmth, and like always it in circled him to have new words echo through his mind. “So, the Pain with be replaced with gentle caresses of love, and the Hate with the true love of a family, the blood with clean rebirth, and the death with life. For in each darkness lays a light, and each light, a darkness.”
The Pain disappeared and the feeling of blood. The panic and fear was washed away too has the light of the raising sun burned at the back of his eyelids. Slowly… Bright green eyes opened, and the black-haired boy sat up. Sighing, he reached a hand over to the bedside table and grabbed the pair of glasses that were there. Slowly he put the glasses on before running his hand to push the wild black lock from his eyes, to show a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Standing he moved around the room, wearing only a pair of black boxers has he grabbed some clothes and walked to the bathroom. Showering and stuff before returning to the room, it would seem that the boy had gotten to go out and get some clothes this summer, cause he was wearing new clothes. A pair of black tennis-shoes, with black slightly baggy pants with silver chains, and a black tight T-shirt with the words ‘I would hate to be a narrow-minded idiot like you’ on the back in white.
Sighing, Harry started picking up for the day, he would be going to Hogwarts, and be starting his sixth year there. He was glad he was leaving. He missed his friends something bad. Sighing again Harry packed up his stuff and then slowly grabbed everything before heading down the stairs to where his Uncle was standing. The fat man was glaring at him has the Dursleys piled into the car has took off.
The trip to Kings Crossing was boring and has soon has Harry got his stuff from the car, So-called-family family took off. Sighing, Harry looked at the snow-white owl that was his friends and then headed to the platform, where like always you had to run through the wall and there appeared the platform 9¾.
Looking silently around he headed to the train and boarded without much said. His friends were perfects, so they had a perfect meeting, and to look over the train before they could sit with him. So he picked a compartment in the every back, only to come across the person who was already in there. Draco Malfoy.
The blond looked up at him and Harry tried to keep from gasping at him. Blonde hair that was normally in place was all over the place. Beautiful gray-eyes were dull, and nearly lifeless. There were cuts, and bruises showing on normally flawless flesh. Sliding the door closed behind him he spoke softly. “Malfoy…? What happened?”
By: Dragon Light
Notes: For the ones who reviewed my story thank you! ^.^ And Dumbledor, Hizashi just don't trust but she has this feeling about him, and you'll find out why soon! I promise! Disclaimer and stuff on the first page here so >P.
Chapter One.
Hizashi Potter woke up at 5am to a new room, and under silky covers she didn't know, cuddled to a blonde with black tips-haired girl. Smiling gently until she remembered the day before she sighed. Sitting up and unlacing herself from the blonde gently she slide from the bed and headed to the bathroom, where she went through her business before coming out dressed in a pair of white tennis shoes, black jogging pants, and a black tank top, with her hair pulled into a high ponytail.
She slipped from the room silently has she looked at the blonde, before heading through the halls and somehow made it to the doors leading outside. Opening the doors she slides out into the morning, warming up with some stretching, before she walked down the steps. Once off the steps she took of in a jog around the large school, thinking.
She remembered last night the Headmaster telling her of the Order of the Phoenix, The Dark Lord Voldemort, and of course about the Boy-Who-Lived; Harry Potter. Frowning she wondered idly why the Headmaster wanted to tell Harry that he had a sister, shouldn't she? She kept her jog up, her eyes narrowing slightly, making up her mind. If the Headmaster mess with her, she would talk to the Boy-Who-Lived herself.
Hizashi was the type of person who didn't want to be left in the dark so as soon as she could she got as much out of the old man has she could, though knowing he was still hiding stuff. She knew her and Sakura were to transfer to Hogwarts, be sorted into a house, and keep in eye out for the Boy-Who-Lived, and anyone who could hurt him. Though she didn't think the Old Man knew the train Sakura or herself had, had.
They both knew how to fight through magic, weapons, or without anything. Hizashi, herself went through great links to get the training too, but no one knew just what all she knew. She planed to keep it that way too, even from the Old Man who seemed to want to ‘test’ her magic. She had told him that she would not be ‘tested’ for anything, and that if she found he was trying to without her saying that it was okay, she'd personally send him six foot under. He backs off after that.
So far out of all this she would say That the Old man, Dumbledor was a old fool who thinks he could get people to do things for him without them actually realizing they were helping him be the most powerful, even if it was behind doors. Voldemort was an equally crazy old man who was more than just a few french-fries short o a happy meal but more like the whole thing of fries and half a burger. The Ministry of Magic, she almost felt sorry for, almost. They seem like poor idiots that were trying to help, but in the end they seemed to be making a bigger mess of things.
It was a bad thing she was in, up, and she didn't know all of it. From what the Headmaster said of Harry, she would think he was a poor boy who was just thrown into the mess without a clue. She had to frown has she reached half way around the school. Really The-Boy-Who-Lived, couldn't be that bad off, could he?
This made her worry at this. Why was she taken from her family when she was first born any ways? Why did her brother get thrown into this and now her? She really didn't understand why they had to be in all this; really this Dark lord couldn't be that powerful could he? She sighed and kept up her jog, a light sweat covering her form and her breaths coming out labored. In her mind’s eyes odd images flashing wildly causing her to stumble, but she kept jogging, has the images race over her mind. Blood, death, hate, pain, need, and pain… so much pain!
Somewhere in her run she tripped and fell, though blacking out at the same time, which made her feel like she was falling forever in a sea of pain, hate, death, and blood.
**** 6am at number four, Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey ****
A small boy, about 5’6” in height was curled up in a ball on his bed lost in one of his nightmares of people who had died, saying it was all his fault. Pointing and laughing at times that he was weak, and shouldn't even be aloud to be alive. Then the Darkness came, dropping over him like a veil. Hate, death, pain, and oddly blood. He felt has if he was covered in it.
Panic rose into his chest and took a hold, has fear coursed though his form wildly with every pump of his racing heart. Pain was next, pressing at his body, has if thousands of hundreds of needles were being pushed through his flesh. Hateful words were echoing in the dark, into his head. He felt has if he was covered in blood has well.
Suddenly something happened that had been happening for a while now. A small light when appear, but today it was bigger, and he could feel the warmth, and like always it in circled him to have new words echo through his mind. “So, the Pain with be replaced with gentle caresses of love, and the Hate with the true love of a family, the blood with clean rebirth, and the death with life. For in each darkness lays a light, and each light, a darkness.”
The Pain disappeared and the feeling of blood. The panic and fear was washed away too has the light of the raising sun burned at the back of his eyelids. Slowly… Bright green eyes opened, and the black-haired boy sat up. Sighing, he reached a hand over to the bedside table and grabbed the pair of glasses that were there. Slowly he put the glasses on before running his hand to push the wild black lock from his eyes, to show a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Standing he moved around the room, wearing only a pair of black boxers has he grabbed some clothes and walked to the bathroom. Showering and stuff before returning to the room, it would seem that the boy had gotten to go out and get some clothes this summer, cause he was wearing new clothes. A pair of black tennis-shoes, with black slightly baggy pants with silver chains, and a black tight T-shirt with the words ‘I would hate to be a narrow-minded idiot like you’ on the back in white.
Sighing, Harry started picking up for the day, he would be going to Hogwarts, and be starting his sixth year there. He was glad he was leaving. He missed his friends something bad. Sighing again Harry packed up his stuff and then slowly grabbed everything before heading down the stairs to where his Uncle was standing. The fat man was glaring at him has the Dursleys piled into the car has took off.
The trip to Kings Crossing was boring and has soon has Harry got his stuff from the car, So-called-family family took off. Sighing, Harry looked at the snow-white owl that was his friends and then headed to the platform, where like always you had to run through the wall and there appeared the platform 9¾.
Looking silently around he headed to the train and boarded without much said. His friends were perfects, so they had a perfect meeting, and to look over the train before they could sit with him. So he picked a compartment in the every back, only to come across the person who was already in there. Draco Malfoy.
The blond looked up at him and Harry tried to keep from gasping at him. Blonde hair that was normally in place was all over the place. Beautiful gray-eyes were dull, and nearly lifeless. There were cuts, and bruises showing on normally flawless flesh. Sliding the door closed behind him he spoke softly. “Malfoy…? What happened?”