A/n: This was born purely out of need. Need to see more of these crossovers! So the rest of you writers out there who enjoy this fic, hop on it, ladies and gents! ;)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this stupid, busted laptop and the Applesmart that I ACTUALLY wrote this on. XD

Because I Could Not Stop For Death He Kindly Stopped For Me

Prologue

I ran. I ran from that darkened stony place, that place of demise, as if the skin upon my legs had sprouted a million tiny wings.

Run, run, run.

Harry.

No! I shook my head, pushing away the whisper that followed, the horror that I had witnessed there within the shadowed Tomb of Rakkis. What had he done? My dearest one...The justice and silent tenderness that I knew curdled to darkness and hate. Wisdom...lost. Just as the prophesy had said. Prophesy. I tasted bitterness in the back of my throat like the acrid, long forgotten smell of battery acid. It seemed that prophesy would always ensnare my life in some way. I had o go, get away. Put as much distance between myself and Corvus as possible.

I caught sight of the cloaked, racing Horadrim ahead through the murky Blood Marsh and suddenly, the image of the man within the tomb struck me. His brown eyes saw me. Human eyes...but not. No, not human. Mortal but not human. He had looked on my beloved one with such pain. The same pain that had struck within me as I watched the Horadrim consumed before me. This wasn't...This wasn't suppose to happen. We were suppose to live peacefully, quietly. But our dream had all but faded away now. What could I do? Maybe nothing on my own but...Those eyes and the terrified Horadrim ahead gave me the slightest hope. Perhaps all was not lost yet. Perhaps Wisdom could be found once again.

"Wait!" My voice came out as a croak at first, so unaccustomed to speech after years of quiet. A cough shook the dust from my vocal cords and the second shout had the young man turning my way at last. He did not stop his racing path through the wooded, brackish land but slowed very slightly so that my shorter legs might catch up.

"Wait...Please, let me help you. Let me help you recover what's been stolen."

Help me recover the angel that I love.