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Chapter 2 : Chosen
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One of them banged into a suit of armour that they passed causing it to rattle. Scorpius quickly knelt down to gentle move it.
“Aww!” he yelped and jumped back clutching his hand. A small trickle of blood was falling from his palm.
“You okay?” Hagrid asked.
“Her wings! They’re sharp!”
“Forget it, I’m fine. Just get her to the hospital wing!” Scorpius said before they continued.
A few minutes later they arrived at the schools infirmary and Hagrid gently laid her down on one of the beds. She remained completely limp and out cold. The only marks on her were from the mud on her skin and cloths. Other than that, she didn’t have a mark on her.
“What’s going on?” Healer Richman asked, walking over to them. He was in his late twenties and had taken over the position when Madam Pomfrey had finally been forced to retire. He had light brown hair, glasses and kind of a nerdy look to him but he was pretty decent guy.
“I think Heaven’s missing an angel,” Scorpius said automatically.
“Whoa! What in the name of...” Richman yelped as he saw the pair of giant white wings. “What...where...”
“She fell out of the frickin’ sky, that’s where!” Scorpius said still clutching his hand.
“Yeah, you better check her out. She hit ground pretty bloody hard!” Hagrid heaved still looking at her with amazement.
“Yeah Doc, you should have seen the impact crater. She must have been clockin’ two hundred miles an hour to leave a hole like that,” Scorpius agreed.
“That’s impossible. That kind of impact would liquidate a body,” Richman said walking over to her.
“A human body...” Scorpius mumbled. “Watch her wings, they’re like razor blades!”
Richman leaned over and very nervously check her neck for a pulse. He held his fingers under her nose for a moment then took a step back.
“She’s breathing and she’s got a steady pulse. I can’t see any signs of damage.”
“Here’s a sign,” Scorpius said holding up his bloody hand but was ignored.
“I’m going to inform the headmistress...and the ministry,” he said and shot straight out of the ward.
Scorpius looked down at the sleeping woman. She was so beautiful and just looking at her seemed to fill him with a sense of warmth.
Nine out of ten wizards and witches were not the type to believe in such things as angels. They suck to the older Pagan ways that pre-dated biblical texts. The Malfoy family especially didn’t hold to any kind of religious belief and even Scorpius thought that Heaven was just wishful thinking but now he wasn’t so sure.
What was stranger was that he already liked the idea. Angels were the good guys after all and who wouldn’t want a little divine assistants every once in a while? The more he thought about it, the happier he felt.
It only took about five minutes before headmistress Sinistra arrived and ended up looking just as utterly shocked as everyone else. It took her about five more minutes for her to finally say something that just ended up sounding like ‘Allergies’.
A bit later people from the ministry started to arrive. First was Hermione Weasley who, as usual, had been working late. She was wearing a smart looking suit and had her hair tied back in a pony tail.
“What’s happening? The floo message said that - Oh, my God!” she shrieked as she saw the woman. “That’s...that’s...that’s...”
“An angel?” Scorpius finished for her.
“Of course not! I’m sure there is a perfectly logical explanation for this,” she really didn’t sound too convinced but she couldn’t seem to switch off that part of her brain.
“What, that she’s some muggle experiment? Bird woman of Alcatraz?”
“I don’t know! But she can’t be an...an...an...”
“Angel? Why not?”
“Because! There’s no proof of them!”
“Are you kidding me?! Magic, Dark Lords, mythical creatures living in the woods right outside but this you have a hard time believing?”
“They’re a myth!”
“Yeah and there is ten times the amount of lore on them than on magic!”
“Suddenly you’re a believer, Mr. Malfoy?” Headmistress Sinistra asked with raised eyebrows.
“No! I’m not a holy roller but maybe I like the idea that angels exist!”
“They don’t exist!” Hermione huffed.
“She has wings! She fell out of the sky! Why is this so difficult for you to accept?” Scorpius yelled. He didn’t know where this conviction was coming from but it felt wrong to call her anything else.
“There’s no such thing as angels!”
“I think the chick with the giant wings might disagree!” he barked.
“Look at her eyes!” Hagrid suddenly yelped.
Scorpius, Hermione and Sinistra took a long look at her perfect face and saw what Hagrid had spotted. Her eye lids were moving from left to right.
“Rapid eye movement...she’s dreaming,” Hermione said automatically.
“Well, then maybe we should keep our voices down,” Scorpius stressed. “She could be taking to her old man for all we know!”
“We’re not going to know exactly what she is until she wakes,” Sinistra said.
“She took a hell of a hard hit when she arrived, we should let her rest!” Scorpius said looking annoyed.
“Listen, I messaged Harry and Ron, they’ll be here soon. We can figure out what to do then,” Hermione said regaining her composure.
“Oh, wonderful! The golden trio to the rescue!” Scorpius spat with disgust.
“Excuse me?!” Hermione gasped looking at him with outrage.
“She’s an angel! I don’t think she needs wonder boy and his groupies to be her nurse maids!” he shot back causing Hermione’s jaw to drop. She looked ready to go for her wand.
“Mr. Malfoy, you are out of line!” the headmistress warned.
“I suggest you leave this room immediately!” Hermione growled.
“I’m not going anywhere!” before he knew it, he went for his wand and pointed it straight at Hermione.
“How dare you!”
“Lower your wand this minute!”
“Malfoy, what’s the matter with you?!”
It was Hagrid’s question that caught his attention. Scorpius’s face turned to confusion. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this? He had been around that woman for all of twenty minutes and now he was ready to battle to the death for her.
“I don’t...I...what’s wrong with me...” he babbled, looking scared.
“Lower your wand,” Hermione said softly. She could see he wasn’t in his right mind. Something was wrong with him.
He dropped his wand which rattled to the ground.
“Why am I doing this?” he pleaded.
“Because I’ve poisoned you.”
All eyes turned to the woman that was now fully awake and standing by the bed. Her wings were folded neatly behind her back but still stretched from her eye level right down to the floor. She was practically glowing with beauty. She had icy blue piercing eyes that were locked on Scorpius.
“You cut your hand on my wing and my power has affected you. It’s a common side effect of being touched by divine energy,” her voice was smooth but robotic. She showed absolutely no emotion as she spoke.
And then suddenly she was standing next to Scorpius. It was as if she’d apparated but there had been no noise or signal whatsoever. She was just there.
The others looked on with awe as she looked Scorpius in the eye.
“It’s an honour to meet you Scorpius. I’m a great admirer of yours,” she said shamelessly. She reached out and gently touched his hand above the cut on his palm. The wound vanished instantly. “The effects to your mental state will vanish momentarily.”
Scorpius was so stunned that his words came out in a whisper.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Cassandra. I am a servant of God,” she stated.
For a moment nobody spoke. It was too overwhelming. Then Scorpius, probably still under her effects, turned to Hermione.
Luckily she was too shocked to respond.
Finally, it was Sinistra that spoke. “You’re...you’re from Heaven?”
“Yes,” Cassandra said, turning to face her.
Every word she spoke caused more silence and shock. Their faces were going to be permanently stuck like that if this went on any longer.
“Why are you here?” Hagrid asked.
“For him,” she said indicating Scorpius. “I’m to serve as your guardian.”
“My guardian?” Scorpius repeated in amazement.
“And why do I need a guardian?”
“Because you are very important and you are in danger,” Cassandra said sounding way too serious to be lying.
“I’m important...to Heaven?” he asked very sceptically.
“You’re important to everything. You are the saviour.”
“The – what?!”
“You are the saviour of mankind. It’s your destiny to stop the coming apocalypse and save the world,” none of this seemed even the slightest bit ridiculous to her.
“Oh...awesome...” and then he fainted.
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