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"Man was created a little lower than the angels, and has been getting lower ever since."
When I was a little girl, my mother would remind me each night before bed to be sure to open my heart to God, for he was kind, merciful, and just. Things changed after my father left a few years later, leaving her to raise me and my brothers alone in a little place out on the edge of the Mojave Desert. She never talked about a kind and merciful God again. Instead she spoke of a prophecy. Of a time when all the world would be covered in darkness and the fate of Mankind would be decided. One night I finally got up the courage to ask my mother why God had changed, why he was so mad at his children. "I don't know," she said, tucking the covers around me, "I guess he just got tired of all the bullshit."
November 19th, 2002
Harry strode down of the hallway, agitated. Cloak billowing behind him with every step, people scattered out of his way as he scowled darkly. With his hands fisted at his side, he quickly devoured the distance between his office and the head of his department. All in all, he looked to be presenting a passable representation of the late Severus Snape.
The once Boy-Who-Lived was angry…no furious. For months now the Veil had been acting strangely. People noted that as they walked by they could hear words of an unknown language whispering to them. The colorless shroud seemed to shift almost into shapes; one person claiming that they saw a child's hand reaching out to him as if behind a curtain.
As an employee in the in the Department of Mysteries, Harry had been assigned to research the Veil ever since he started working there. Most people had assumed that he would go into politics, or be an Auror. Right out of Hogwarts he had even dabbled in Healing as a MediWizard Apprentice under Madame Pomfrey. After completing his Apprenticeship at nineteen, he had instead decided to travel for a year.
Harry had great fun visiting Italy, Russia, China, and Africa. He helped build schools, taught in the hospitals, hunted in the jungle, and swam in the Nile. Coming back to England just seemed…dull. He floundered around for a few months, throwing away request forms from the Auror Academy, the Unspeakable Department, and the Chuddly Cannons. It amazed him to discover that he didn't want to do any of those things anymore.
His friends had all moved on. Ron was married to Hermione who worked in the Department of Magic rallying support for Creature Rights and occasionally dabbling in the new area of Technomagic. Ron was currently the Keeper of the Chuddly Cannons two years running and contracted for another three.
Neville bounced between Hogwarts as the current Herbology teacher, and Saint Mungo's in the Ward for those damaged irreparably from Dark Curses. Ginny eventually got tired of waiting for Harry and turned her gaze further afield. Less than a year later she had fallen head over heels in love with Dean. Last he heard she was a stay at home mom with twins on the way. He was truly happy for her.
Luna was…somewhere. She went traveling with her father to search for some creature that Harry was pretty sure didn't actually exist. Their correspondence though was filled with happiness and it brought joy to his heart that she was so carefree and in love with life. Everyone had moved on, but Harry, he just couldn't seem to let the past go. Even traveling and seeing the wonder in the world, he could feel this creeping darkness in his heart. Something was missing, he just wasn't sure what.
A little after his twentieth birthday, Harry got a letter from the Department of Mysteries. Three days later he was running the research operation for the Veil of Death. For nine months he had studied the thing, staring at it in both hate and wonder. That thing took his dogfather from him, and Harry was determined to find a way to bring him back. For nine months it did nothing, occasionally whispering at him, but all in all…it never changed.
Two months ago though, something had altered. Harry jumped head first into analyzing, recording, and researching. Finally, when he had enough facts, he took it to the higher ups. After three grueling hours of presenting, questioning, and explaining…nothing. He got an, "I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but this isn't a priority right now."
In other words, they didn't care. Tomorrow they were transferring him to another division, worried that he was obsessed with the thing. Slamming the door shut to his office, he paced back and forth along the rug in front of his desk. So maybe he was obsessed, but that didn't mean he wasn't qualified. He just needed more time, more time to make them see.
Something was changing with the Veil, and Harry was going to figure out what. Decision made, Harry strode to the desk purposefully, grabbing his ratty bag with his notes and journals before he all but ran out of his office. Minutes later found Harry sitting uncomfortably in front of the Veil, book in hand as he recorded everything he saw. He was going to find a way to bring Sirius back from the Veil, no matter what it took.
November 20th, 2002
He startled awake, green eyes darting around the room. It was dark, shadows surrounding every corner. There was no one there; the room was barren, just him and the Veil. Fingers dug into his eyes in fatigue; still hazy from the nap he had accidently taken. A chill went down his back and he turned his gaze to his arms, hairs raised as he got the strangest feeling.
"Who's there?" He shouted, standing quickly wand already in hand. His legs almost buckled as blood flowed back into the sleeping limbs. He turned around quickly, taking in the shadows at the edge of the room. There was nothing there.
He turned slowly, heart pounding as his gaze landed on the only other thing in the room. "Oadriax g-chis-ge…paz…ol…"
It came from the Veil. The whispers beckoned to him, calling him. Harry's fingers went limp, wand clattering unnoticed upon the stone floor. His feet seemed to move on their own, sneakers shuffling closer to the dais. His mind screamed at him to turn, to run away, but his body kept moving forward.
The words seduced him, drawing him closer with their unknown meaning. Something was behind the Veil, something was waiting for him. For just a moment, that hole in heart seemed to disappear and he felt whole. His hand reached out, skimming the ghostly surface, desperate to feel that complete again. Sensation left his fingers, a deep cold traveling up his arm. Harry tried to make himself jerk back, screaming in his own mind.
"Oiad nanaeel ol…"
He stepped through the Veil, wand lying upon the floor near his bag and his notes. For weeks people would search for him, trying to recreate the phenomenon of the Veil, but the arch was quiet; no longer could whispers be heard. Ginny would cry as the Ministry declared Harry Potter dead at twenty-one, having committed suicide. The research on the Veil would be stopped, the room locked up and forbidden to all.
Hermione would scream for days at those who would listen, begging for the search to continue. Ron would hold her close, whispering unheard words of comfort as the media skewed the last few months of their best friend's life. They would paint him in a desperate, pitiful life of a war torn hero unable to cope with the loss of life on the battle field. Neville would shake his head sadly, planting a beautiful mourning flower in his own personal greenhouse.
And Luna…well, she just smiled brightly, a knowing look in her eyes as she heard the news.
Somewhere in Heaven
The Archangel Michael jerked his head up in confusion. Eyes darting around, Gabriel gazed at his friend worried. "Brother?" He questioned lightly, moving closer, wing quivering as he allowed it to brush his brother's in a comforting gesture.
Michael didn't seem to hear him, moving towards the balcony to gaze at the rolling clouds below. Gabriel followed him hesitantly, watching as his fellow Angel reached up to clutch at his chest tightly. "Brother, what is it?"
Seconds passed, minutes, an eternity, before an answer came. Michael turned to him, blue eyes swimming in confusion as his heart raced beneath his palm, gut twisting in anticipation. Something was here, waiting for him. "I don't know…"
Damn you plot bunnies…Leave Me Alone! Okay, interesting start. No real idea where this is going. Main pairing will be Michael x Harry. So here is your warning: SLASH AHOY!
The words whispered are Enochian, the language of the Angels. And here are the translations. Remember, this is really a rough, rudimentary translation.
Noasmi ol oiad – Come to us
Oadriax g-chis-ge paz ol – We await (pending) you
Ol g-chis-ge oi – You are his
Oiad nanaeel ol – He has (owns) you
And in other news…possible wing!kink. Haven't really decided all that much.