ANGEL OF LIFE OR DEATH

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Ch.1

On the street of Privet Drive at Number 4, there lived a boy named Harry Potter. Harry was beaten, starved, and mentally abused. The thing is no one cared enough to actually see behind the mask, today was his 17th birthday and it was time for his inheritance. Harry rubbed his eyes and looked around the room, from the cat flap on the door, to the bars on his window. He looked at his fixed alarm clock 11:58, Harry sighed with sad eyes.

' Happy birthday,' he thought bitterly as he looked at his bruised and scarred body.

He turned on his side, trying to find a place that was comfortable. He had no luck, all the wounds he bore sending fiery pain throw him. But that was the least of his worries, as soon as the clock stroked 12:00, agonizing pain ripped throw his body. Biting his lip so he wouldn't scream in pain, he didn't have to suffer long because he passed. Harry opened his eyes to see only darkness, no light or life in sight.

' Did I die' He wondered as he looked around for a sign.

" No" said a light and sweet voice, almost like bells or the wind.

Harry started and looked around turning in a circle, trying to find the mysterious voice in anger and panic at not finding the person Harry yelled:

" Who said that! Show yourself coward!"

" I did and I am not a coward young man." said the voice.

Harry turned to the direction of the voice. There was a girl with white angle wings in a white robe with gold lining, and shoes like slippers of the same style. She had brown hair and blue eyes smiling, she sent waves of kindness and love towards Harry who unconsciously relaxed.

"Who are you." inquired Harry with a slight dazed look of peace.

"What I'm named is not importuned, but why you're here is." She replied.

Harry looked at her in confusion and said:

"What?"

"There is very little time now. I am a angel of God, sent to earth to either save lives or destroy them." She answered in a hast looked up into the darkness.

" Your death." Harry interrupted the girl looked at him and shook her head slowly.

" No, Death takes life, he dose not save. Now, I died while on my mission, before I could complete it. You have been chosen to be the next Angel of Death and Darkness or the Angel of Mercy and Life, you will chose in the end." she said as she faded.

With a jolt Harry woke up, he started to sit up, he doubled over in pain as his back ripped open. After what felt like hours, but was only seconds the pain subsided, he looked over his shoulder and coming from his back was two wings. One was black and bloody, the other was pure white glowing with light and unlike the black one had only some blood on it. Then, in a flash of white, a bowl of water, a peace of cloth and a book titled BEING A ANGEL OF DEATH OR LIFE appeared in front of him. The book had a gold cover with black letters glowing with a inner light. Suddenly, a boy no older then five dressed all in white, appeared. He had brown hair and brown eyes, in a quit voice soft to the point of whispering he said:

" I volunteered to help you."

Harry was so shaken all he could do was say:

" O-okay"

The little boy grabbed the washcloth and dunking it into the water he said:

" We have to wash the blood off before it dries. Or else it will crust and you don't want crusty wings gage."

Harry felt the cloth touch his wings and shivered at the sensation. It felt good, lukewarm water ran down his back and down his wings turning pink with his red blood.

" What's your name? My name is Harry." He asked to be polite as he looked over his shoulder at the boy.

The little boy looked startled and answered in a quick excited way:

"Oh, how rude of me. My name's Frank. It's nice to meet you Harry."

He paused to finish with cleaning Harry's wings and back, saying:

"There all done, you may want to read that book before sun-up, Bye!" Frank waved as he disappeared in simmering light almost like a illusion.

Harry was left to stare, dumfounded at were the boy had once stood, wondering if he was going crazy. He grabbed the book surprised that his back didn't hurt and decided that he in fact was not crazy at all. He opened the book and started to read:

When a Angel of Life or Death is chosen, usually before they are born, they ask to be placed on earth to protect the people, the plant, and animals. Well, we all know you can't have one side with out the other. When you are a Angel of Light and Mercy, your wings are pure white. you spread joy, right a wrong and give second chances to almost everyone and when someone is near death you can bring them comfort and love, as well as sweet dreams for a peaceful journey to the afterlife. Not only that, but you attract what witches and wizards call light beasts: Fairies, phoenixes, unicorns, etcetera. You can heal people, ease their fears, and cure sickness, You can also have control over the elements.

As the Angel of Death and Darkness you have black wings. From their eyes they cry tears of blood, for how they and many others suffered. But don't worry, when they cry tears of blood, they don't lose any blood at all; they stay healthy. They decide if people deserve to be punished and what the punishment is. However, the punishments are given to them on a list by God. If God thinks that the person should not be punished, then they cannot be punished. The Angel chooses a punishment from the list that is given to them by God, and then they carry it out . Sometimes when the punishment is death, they can kill that person without a problem or a mess. When a person comes to the inheritance of being a Life or Death Angel they take on the form of either Angel. If they have suffered a lot, then they become a Death and Darkness Angel. If they have a pretty good life, they turn into a Life and Mercy Angle. Nothing is set in stone. if you are one, you can change into the other if something major happens.

Harry looked up from the book to find the sun coming up, and floating in front of him was a note plunking it from the air, He read out loud:

"When the sun comes up, a mirror will appear, and you will take on you true form. You will instinctively know how to push in your wings, if you're a Death Angel, the tears of blood will stop when you do this. You still decide how people will be punished, though either Angel will glow, even if you hide your wings but its hardly noticeable."

Harry looked up to see there was a mirror in front of him. Sliver and gold flowers engraved into it looking into the mirror. he saw the changes of his body. He was still small, but his facial features had change. His eyes where wide and they sparkled brightly, lips fuller and softer pink as roses. His ebony hair was tamer and softer as well. He looked beautiful…otherworldly though some would just think him cute. Harry felt more powerful, but those where not the only changes. On his back were soft black wings that spread out to full length behind him and folded around him, from his emerald eyes tears of blood flowed down his cheeks. He pulled his wings into his back, the tears of blood stopped not even leaving a single sign they had been there. Then, there came a knock at his door. It was his uncle, in his mind's eye he saw every beating, every time he yelled insults, when he counterfeited money, and every other horrible thing he did. A list appeared in his head with suitable punishments for Vernon.

" Boy get me breakfast!" roared Vernon.

Time to deliver the punishment.

Thought Harry with a smirk, finally he would get his revenge.

Thank you beta Letyourmindsoar

AUTHOR'S NOTE : IF YOU GUYS CAN WILL YOU GIVE ME SOME IDEAS FOR A PUNISHMENT FOR VERNON!