Black Angels
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5
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Chapter 3
Warning : OOTP and HBP spoilers !
Disclaimer : Not mine, not mine ... First of all, if it was, do you think I’ll be on this site ? Secondly, they’ll do much more ... “nice” things in the books lol
Enjoy this 3rd chapter, I’ve been thinking about it for a looooooong time now ...
I know it’s quite short, but the next chapter will come in a flash !
Chapter 3
Quickly coming back to his senses, Harry shook his head like a wet dog, and looked at Mrs Weasley with a silly grin on his face : “I heard her name, but what was that again ?” he asked, curiosity filling his emerald eyes (AN : I know it is such a cliché to say that about his eyes, but I just saw GOF, and Daniel Radcliffe really has startling eyes, don’t you think dear readers ?).
She smiled motherly at him, and then said in a voice showing her amusement : “Her name is Liora, don’t ask anything else, we still don’t know her last name, or who is living with her and her brother Nicolas; we just know that they both came from Middle East a few months ago, and that they are musicians who are willing to play for anyone who is willing to pay or to give them living arrangements, as we do for Bill and Fleur’s wedding” she added before going up the stairs (more likely to wake up Ginny and Hermione), leaving Harry alone in the kitchen, alone with his thoughts about the strange girl who just entered his life ...
{...}
Later the same morning
Harry’s quiet moment in the kitchen soon ended, as a whole group of red haired filled the kitchen with shoutings and laughters.
Quickly giving his hellos and goodmornings to Ron’s brothers, Harry tried to get closer to Ginny so they could discuss quietly.
Gently tapping her shoulder, he whispered : “Hi Ginny; can we talk for a minute ?”, gesturing to a seat at the end of the table, they could get a little privacy.
She looked at him with a really serious look before nodding and taking her mug, so she sat on the wooden bench near the window, apart from the whole noisy group.
They stayed like this for a long time, silently looking each other, but that silent spoke thousands of word : words of apologies, words of forgiveness, words to save a friendship even though love had disappeared, words of fear for the future, ...
Finally, he gently took her hand, and completely unlike the electrifying feeling he had got with Liora, this touch was comforting, familiar, more sister-like; still holding her little hand in his own bigger one, he softly said : “Friends ?”
Again, this little word meant so much more than just that that all she could do was smiling, and putting her hand over his, she nodded and whispered : “How canI not be ?”, trying to hide the tears in her light blue eyes.
Harry squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture (her tears hadn’t gone unnoticed), and standing up, he came to her side of the table to put a soft kiss on her forehead, then he left the room to dress for the day.
Walking up the stairs, he heard Bill and Fleur happily chatting about the rehearsals they would have with Liora and her “boys”, so the young Gryffindor decided to go faster, so that he would be able to hear the young girl who was already invading his mind.
{...}
In the afternoon, in the Burrow’s garden
The stage was all set and ready for the musicians to come and play for the young couple, who was currently looking at a piece of parchment with a list of songs and remarks.
Harry was almost breaking his neck, trying to see where was the young strange witch, when she appeared, out of nowhere, with two wizards, approximately the same age, although Harry couldn’t be sure, as they were both turning their back to the assistance. All he could see was a mane of blond – almost silver hair, and long black hair tied in a ponytail.
Leaving them to prepare their instruments (the blond was preparing the drums, while the black haired one was preparing a whole set of instruments like a flute, a saxophone and a trumpet), Liora just came with a guitar knotted on her back, and a violin in her hand, to welcome the soon-to-be-married couple and to check the list of songs. During the whole discussion, Harry couldn’t help but staring at her, noting the similarities and the differences between this girl and his Godfather : just like him, she had a gesture full of annoyment to get a strand of hair out of her face, and her eyes were different, yet just as mischievious.
Going back on the stage, she quickly spoke with the 2 men, then casting a light Sonorus on them, she said clearly : “Hello everyobody” (as the whole Weasley clan and guests were sitting in the garden to see the rehearsal), “we’ll start with the song we’ll play for Fleur’s arrival in the Ceremony circle; it’s called ‘The Promise’”.
With a nod, the blakc haired man turned to the audience and started to play Liora’s violin, in a soft tone. But he could have played anything he wanted, for everybody was currently stunned ; they all felt like they were looking at Sirius, coming back from the dead; unlike Liora, who was just looking a little like him, this young man was a carbon copy of the dead Animagus.
Noticing the audience’s reaction, Liora obviously told him to stop (for she spoke in a foreign language), and curious, he looked at the audience gasping at him.
Shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what was going on, Liora said in a voice full of amusement : “This is not Sirius Black, this is my twin brother, Nicolas; our band is called ‘Black angels’, for we are Sirius’ children. The whole story will be told later, for I think we have better things to do right now, don’t you ?” she added quickly, as everyone was already shouting questions.
Slowly, everyone sat back quietly, and she added with a smirk : “And to avoid another interruption, let me introduce our drummer”, and she turned to the blond wizard, who gave her a trademark sneer, known by everyone present : “here is Draco Malfoy, our cousin”.
As it seemed that no one would settle down (particularly one young black haired wizard), Liora and her brother closed their eyes and hold their hands, and suddenly, a vivid glow surrounded all the persons presents and they all felt that they should sit down and closed their mouth if they didn’t want to bring a terrible “thing” upon them ... Once Liora looked satisfied, the glow just vanished, but its effect stayed on everybody’s mind.
She was standing on the stage, smiling, even if her smile didn’t reach her eyes, her arms crossed, the physical representation of anger, while her brother stood next to her, his hands in his pockets, him being the representation of nonchalance.
When she finally spoke again, her voice shook with repressed anger and disappointment : “I thought you were all more intelligent and understanding than that ! Shouting for revenge, even if he didn’t do anything ?! What would YOU do if you were told to do something to save your family ? Have you thought about that ? Before you judge him, put yourself in his shoes !!” she concluded, her arms going around Draco’s shoulders.
Harry didn’t know for the others, but he started to think more objectively about Draco’s ... Malfoy’s situation; the harshness and the difficulty of it all seemed awfully heavy for the blond wizard, from his own point of view.
Reluctantly, he went to the stage, jumped on it, and spoke quietly to Liora and Draco : “You’re right, Liora ... I’m sorry you had to make that choice, Draco; if you can forgive our ... my reaction”, he corrected “, we can work togeither to kill the damn bastard, what do you think ?” he finally asked, trying to look at Draco in the eyes.
The blond kept his head bowed, his long hair forming a veil hiding his face.
Looking at the hand Harry strectched for him to shake, he thought about the same gesture HE had accomplished 6 years ago, and how his life would have been different if Harry had accepted to be his friend ... But instead of replicating the same negative answer he had received, he took Harry's hand in his and shook it, with a smirk of his own : "First, the wedding, then the killing, ok ?"
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REVIEW PLEASE I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I UPDATED, BUT PLEASE REVIEW SO I KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE !!
Disclaimer : Not mine, not mine ... First of all, if it was, do you think I’ll be on this site ? Secondly, they’ll do much more ... “nice” things in the books lol
Enjoy this 3rd chapter, I’ve been thinking about it for a looooooong time now ...
I know it’s quite short, but the next chapter will come in a flash !
Chapter 3
Quickly coming back to his senses, Harry shook his head like a wet dog, and looked at Mrs Weasley with a silly grin on his face : “I heard her name, but what was that again ?” he asked, curiosity filling his emerald eyes (AN : I know it is such a cliché to say that about his eyes, but I just saw GOF, and Daniel Radcliffe really has startling eyes, don’t you think dear readers ?).
She smiled motherly at him, and then said in a voice showing her amusement : “Her name is Liora, don’t ask anything else, we still don’t know her last name, or who is living with her and her brother Nicolas; we just know that they both came from Middle East a few months ago, and that they are musicians who are willing to play for anyone who is willing to pay or to give them living arrangements, as we do for Bill and Fleur’s wedding” she added before going up the stairs (more likely to wake up Ginny and Hermione), leaving Harry alone in the kitchen, alone with his thoughts about the strange girl who just entered his life ...
{...}
Later the same morning
Harry’s quiet moment in the kitchen soon ended, as a whole group of red haired filled the kitchen with shoutings and laughters.
Quickly giving his hellos and goodmornings to Ron’s brothers, Harry tried to get closer to Ginny so they could discuss quietly.
Gently tapping her shoulder, he whispered : “Hi Ginny; can we talk for a minute ?”, gesturing to a seat at the end of the table, they could get a little privacy.
She looked at him with a really serious look before nodding and taking her mug, so she sat on the wooden bench near the window, apart from the whole noisy group.
They stayed like this for a long time, silently looking each other, but that silent spoke thousands of word : words of apologies, words of forgiveness, words to save a friendship even though love had disappeared, words of fear for the future, ...
Finally, he gently took her hand, and completely unlike the electrifying feeling he had got with Liora, this touch was comforting, familiar, more sister-like; still holding her little hand in his own bigger one, he softly said : “Friends ?”
Again, this little word meant so much more than just that that all she could do was smiling, and putting her hand over his, she nodded and whispered : “How canI not be ?”, trying to hide the tears in her light blue eyes.
Harry squeezed her hand in a comforting gesture (her tears hadn’t gone unnoticed), and standing up, he came to her side of the table to put a soft kiss on her forehead, then he left the room to dress for the day.
Walking up the stairs, he heard Bill and Fleur happily chatting about the rehearsals they would have with Liora and her “boys”, so the young Gryffindor decided to go faster, so that he would be able to hear the young girl who was already invading his mind.
{...}
In the afternoon, in the Burrow’s garden
The stage was all set and ready for the musicians to come and play for the young couple, who was currently looking at a piece of parchment with a list of songs and remarks.
Harry was almost breaking his neck, trying to see where was the young strange witch, when she appeared, out of nowhere, with two wizards, approximately the same age, although Harry couldn’t be sure, as they were both turning their back to the assistance. All he could see was a mane of blond – almost silver hair, and long black hair tied in a ponytail.
Leaving them to prepare their instruments (the blond was preparing the drums, while the black haired one was preparing a whole set of instruments like a flute, a saxophone and a trumpet), Liora just came with a guitar knotted on her back, and a violin in her hand, to welcome the soon-to-be-married couple and to check the list of songs. During the whole discussion, Harry couldn’t help but staring at her, noting the similarities and the differences between this girl and his Godfather : just like him, she had a gesture full of annoyment to get a strand of hair out of her face, and her eyes were different, yet just as mischievious.
Going back on the stage, she quickly spoke with the 2 men, then casting a light Sonorus on them, she said clearly : “Hello everyobody” (as the whole Weasley clan and guests were sitting in the garden to see the rehearsal), “we’ll start with the song we’ll play for Fleur’s arrival in the Ceremony circle; it’s called ‘The Promise’”.
With a nod, the blakc haired man turned to the audience and started to play Liora’s violin, in a soft tone. But he could have played anything he wanted, for everybody was currently stunned ; they all felt like they were looking at Sirius, coming back from the dead; unlike Liora, who was just looking a little like him, this young man was a carbon copy of the dead Animagus.
Noticing the audience’s reaction, Liora obviously told him to stop (for she spoke in a foreign language), and curious, he looked at the audience gasping at him.
Shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what was going on, Liora said in a voice full of amusement : “This is not Sirius Black, this is my twin brother, Nicolas; our band is called ‘Black angels’, for we are Sirius’ children. The whole story will be told later, for I think we have better things to do right now, don’t you ?” she added quickly, as everyone was already shouting questions.
Slowly, everyone sat back quietly, and she added with a smirk : “And to avoid another interruption, let me introduce our drummer”, and she turned to the blond wizard, who gave her a trademark sneer, known by everyone present : “here is Draco Malfoy, our cousin”.
As it seemed that no one would settle down (particularly one young black haired wizard), Liora and her brother closed their eyes and hold their hands, and suddenly, a vivid glow surrounded all the persons presents and they all felt that they should sit down and closed their mouth if they didn’t want to bring a terrible “thing” upon them ... Once Liora looked satisfied, the glow just vanished, but its effect stayed on everybody’s mind.
She was standing on the stage, smiling, even if her smile didn’t reach her eyes, her arms crossed, the physical representation of anger, while her brother stood next to her, his hands in his pockets, him being the representation of nonchalance.
When she finally spoke again, her voice shook with repressed anger and disappointment : “I thought you were all more intelligent and understanding than that ! Shouting for revenge, even if he didn’t do anything ?! What would YOU do if you were told to do something to save your family ? Have you thought about that ? Before you judge him, put yourself in his shoes !!” she concluded, her arms going around Draco’s shoulders.
Harry didn’t know for the others, but he started to think more objectively about Draco’s ... Malfoy’s situation; the harshness and the difficulty of it all seemed awfully heavy for the blond wizard, from his own point of view.
Reluctantly, he went to the stage, jumped on it, and spoke quietly to Liora and Draco : “You’re right, Liora ... I’m sorry you had to make that choice, Draco; if you can forgive our ... my reaction”, he corrected “, we can work togeither to kill the damn bastard, what do you think ?” he finally asked, trying to look at Draco in the eyes.
The blond kept his head bowed, his long hair forming a veil hiding his face.
Looking at the hand Harry strectched for him to shake, he thought about the same gesture HE had accomplished 6 years ago, and how his life would have been different if Harry had accepted to be his friend ... But instead of replicating the same negative answer he had received, he took Harry's hand in his and shook it, with a smirk of his own : "First, the wedding, then the killing, ok ?"
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REVIEW PLEASE I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I UPDATED, BUT PLEASE REVIEW SO I KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE !!