Authors note: I do not own Harry Potter or Trinity Blood. I do not receive any money from the publication of this story, as sad as that makes me. :( Anyway this is my first FanFiction so I would appreciate any reviews or advice that others on this sight could give me,meaning, I don't care if you love it or hate it, but feedback on how I can improve is gladly accepted. Hope you enjoy Harry Potter and the Dark Angel! :)

Abel Nightroad stood atop the tallest tower of the recently named Hogwarts castle. There was no moon in the sky this night and the darkness of the night held an eerie silence, a silence that screamed of a great sorrow that was to befall the castle and its inhabitants. As Abel stood gazing into the darkness the ever-present silence was broken by the sound of the trapdoor opening and the near silent sobs of the woman who had joined him at the top of the tower.

"He's gone," said Rowena Ravenclaw, her pale cheeks were stained a rosy red; evidence of the tears that were still running down her face. Her raven colored hair blew in the slight breeze as she looked towards one of the four people she had ever been able to relate to. She seemed broken, her arms wrapped around herself, her deep midnight blue robe not enough to keep the chill of both the night and her grief at bay. Her brilliant emerald-green eyes shone with hurt, even through the unnatural blackness of the Samhain night.

"I know," said Abel, his long silver hair flowed around his face in a sudden gust that stole over the tower. "So, what happens now, Rowena? What will you do?"

"I don't know, Godric's an idiot, he wants to go after him, but we all know it's useless, he's long gone by now. And what can I do? I can't leave our students, not now, not when they have been betrayed by one of their favorite professors. Not after what Salazar did to that poor child. Abel how could we not have known Salazar was performing such horrible experiments?"

"He fooled many people Row. He was a master Occlumens, as well as Legilimens, it would not surprise me if he was subtly invading and changing things in the minds of every person at the castle, gently pushing them away from the truth."

"What makes you so certain, Abe. Yes, Salazar was good, but was he better than you? You're the most magically accomplished being in the world, Abel, the world. Surely he can not have gotten away with that around you."

Abel simply smiled, it was time. He turned to face Rowena, his deep ocean blue eyes sparked with regret; he started to speak, "Row, he was never around me long enough for me to get a read on him, you know that, and the reason I'm so sure is that... I'I have been doing exactly that ever since I arrived here."

Rowena froze, the chill that had haunted her since she arrived upon the roof now unbearably frigid. She could not believe her ears, he'd lied to them. They had all kept their secrets, yes, even she, but to her knowledge they had never blatantly lied to each other. Her eyes shone now with fresh tears, she could not believe this, it was not possible, betrayed by two dear friends in one night. Abel sensed her distress and knew that there was only one way that this could end, and, unfortunately, he was right; she broke.

It was a subtle thing, a sudden intake of breath, a hand clutched at her chest, a solitary tear trailing down her cheek. Abel reached a hand towards her and from the far reaches of her vision, she saw his advance. Almost instantly she slapped away his outstretched hand, her face, before, grief-stricken now alight with fury and betrayal.

"How could you!" she screamed. "How could you lie to us, to your friends, to your family, to me? What could you have possibly done that would make us think any different of you? You could have come to any of us, told any of us! You could have come to me! But you did not! Now explain! Explain why you have betrayed me so!"

Abel stood for a moment to take in the what he saw before him. Here was his closest friend in a righteous fury that she had every right to, here was his closest friend demanding of him a secret that he had kept for as long as he could remember, and for Abel Nightroad, that was saying something. "I'll tell you...everything.

"Now there is something you must understand, Rowena, I have been keeping this secret for many years, and I need your oath that whatever is spoken here will remain here."

"And if I refuse?" queried Rowena her face adopting an indignant look, she had never been the greatest fan of oaths.

"Then I'll leave, and you will never see me again." said Abel, a pained look on his face he could not bear the thought of leaving Rowena behind, but if she could not keep his secret then he would have no choice. Abel looked Rowena in the eye to emphasize the seriousness of his statement, his kind ocean colored eyes had taken a sharpness to them; it was something that Rowena had never seen before, not from him, and Abel could tell, she did not want to see it ever again.

"Alright, alright. I, Rowena Helena Ravenclaw, swear on my life and magic to never reveal what is spoken between Abel Nightroad and myself without the express permission of Abel Nightroad, so mote it be."

"So mote it be." As Abel uttered these words Rowena's brilliant blue aura shone brightly along with Abel's own silver aura, lighting the up the inky blackness of the night for only a moment, and then all was black once more. Abel could see through this blackness though, his senses were heightened beyond all normal human abilities. This was something that he would explain to Rowena, as soon as he decided where to begin explaining. For what seemed like an eternity no words were spoken between the two standing atop the tower, they simply gazed at each other waiting for the other to break the silence, and, finally, Abel did just that, "I'm not human, Rowena, I never have been."

Rowena said nothing and if she was surprised by what Abel had said she did not show it. As it was she merely stared at Abel doing everything she could to process the simple yet oh so very complicated statement. Not human. It was not uncommon within the magical world there were many different sentient beings that roamed the Earth. Elves, goblins, orcs, dwarves, werecats, sirens, veela, imps, vampires, kitsune, she could go on and on naming the innumerable possibilities that Abel's one statement thus far had brought to light. There was only one thing that she could even think to say: "Explain."

"Explain," Abel smiled, only Rowena would take a revelation that her friend was not human with such grace as to simply ask him to explain, "I will do my best Row. Now where to begin, I guess I can start from the beginning. I am over seven hundred years old, Row. I am what you would call a vampire, but I am so much more than that. I was once called The Dark Angel because of what I am and as far as I can tell I am the last of my kind."

"Then what are you? I know for a fact that vampire are still a plenty, so what could you be?" Rowena, Abel could tell, was now very much confused especially as he had stated earlier that he had never been human. Vampires were made, not born.

"Yes, I did not exactly explain myself did I? I am a Crusnik, a perfectly imperfect quasi-immortal being, one who has need of nothing, but at the same time a need for everything, a vampire that feeds on the blood of other vampires. Take a vampire, and Ancient, and enhance its abilities by ten and you can behold the power that I hold. A god among men, I can only hope that you can understand my need for secrecy. My kind was worshiped as gods once and those self-same worshipers turned on us and declared war upon us. This was far before your time, you understand, the witches and wizards that existed back then were much stronger than they are now, the war between us and the wizards resulted in the Crusniks being greatly decreased in number and the loss of many of magic's greatest secrets for your kind. We Crusniks vanished from the world to rebuild ourselves, but even immortal beings have their faults.

"My kind divided into two factions, these factions had no official name within the Crusink society, but their leaders more than made up for that little oversight; Gabriel and Lucifer were their names. Ah, I can see that spark in your eyes, Rowena, you made a connection did you not?" Rowena nodded, "Yes, the non-magical population refer to them as the Angels and the Demons. The Angels led by Gabriel wished to make peace with wizarding kind and thus open new possibilities for both of our races. Lucifer, who commanded the Demons, viewed Gabriel as a weak minded fool who did not see that all wizards should be exterminated for the damage that they had done to us. So these factions fought, and oh what a fight it was. That war lasted for almost three hundred years. I was in my late twenties when the war finally stopped, and I remember the day that it ended with horrific clarity. We waged the last great battle of our war within the walls of the most magnificent city to ever be created on this earth. Built with the blood sweat and tears of not only humans, but elves, dwarves, merfolk, and even Crusniks, the city of Atlantis towered high into the sky. It was there that we had hoped to settle our differences and reunite our race, but that was not to be. While discussing the terms of the ceasefire Lucifer became enraged, and in a fit of madness killed Gabriel. The Angels flew into a rage the likes of which will never be seen on earth again, and in one last assault on the Demons my species became almost nonexistent.

"With Atlantis crumbling into the sea I walked through the ruins of what once had been the greatest city on Earth, and I felt the greatest sorrow that I had ever, or have since felt, I found three of my kin alive within the rubble, but it was not to long after that one of them, Ezekiel, if my memory is correct died of his wounds, we simply could not heal him fast enough to reverse the damage that had been caused. The last two, Lillith and Odin, traveled with me for some time after that. It was a strained companionship, I will say that much, Lillith was a Demon, Odin was an Angel, and I was to young to have taken a side. We bickered and fought with each other constantly, but we were the only family that we had left.

"Eventually, we started to grow apart. Odin was the first to leave, having had his fill of the world and the painful memories that it brought with it, I remember clearly the pyre that he set himself upon, and his final words in this waking world, 'Time can heal many things, my friends, but there are some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.' After that he lit the pyre, Lillith and I stayed till there was not but ashes left and then we moved on our way. We roamed the world for centuries, and it was on the night of my three hundred and thirty- sixth year that I told her that I would be leaving. She said not a word to me merely looked me in the eye and embraced me, and with a kiss upon my cheek she turned and walked off into the night. I watched her leave with a heavy heart, she would not be long for the world, she had lost the will necessary to maintain eternal life. I watched her retreating figure until it was no longer within my sight, which now that I think about it could have very well been a day or more, and then I too turned and left."

Rowena was stunned, here was the man that she had known for over two decades telling her what could have very well been the most outrageous tale that she had every heard in all of her forty years of life, and yet, she believed him, whether it be from the long-standing trust and love that she had for the man in front of her, or because of the ever infallible women's intuition she did not know, but she believed him. "So, would you please explain how you ended up here at Hogwarts?" She was curious now, how was it that a centuries year old vampire like being ended up in a school teaching children.

Abel smiled as he sank into the memory, " A little over twenty years ago I was traveling through Britain and happened across a soldier, crawling through the dirt with only one arm. He was a bloody mess, his armor was battered and pierced in numerous places, blood flowed from the infinite amount of lacerations on his body, he was also missing an arm as I previously stated. When I approached him he turned to me and said, 'Stranger, I beg you do this broken man a kindness and end my life. I am not long for this world as it is, I simply wish to be free of the pain and the shame of my defeat.' I looked upon him and felt a caring that I had long thought forgotten within myself and I told the dying man, 'No, I will heal you.' And so I did, I re grew his arm and mended his insides with little difficulty, but when I went to heal his cuts he waved me off stating that they were to serve as his reminder that, how did he put it, ah, 'you can't win them all.'

"When he was finally healed enough to leave on his own he asked me, 'what is your name, kind sir?' and I told him, and I, in turn, asked for his own name to which he replied, 'Godric Gryffindor, at your service sir, and you have my eternal gratitude, if ever you find yourself in need merely seek me out and I will do all within my power to help.' so I saw an opportunity and told him that I had grown tired of travel and wished to find a place to call home, and thus he told me of his, yours, Helga's, and Salazar's idea to open a school of magic, he offered me a position and from there we come full circle, for the most part, it was not long after that when you and I met Rowena, do you not remember?"

Oh, she remembered, she remember Godric bursting into the pub after returning from his families quarrel with the neighboring lord and shouting to them all that he had found and hired their very first professor. She had been slightly peeved at that until she had seen Abel, barely nineteen she was still but a girl, a magically powerful and highly intelligent girl, but a girl nonetheless, and she had suddenly felt as though the room had risen in temperature by at least fifteen degrees. She blushed remembering that day, and Abel smirked, yes he also remembered the how the beauty in front of him had stumbled over her words around him for over a month even after the month of somehow tripping on air while standing still when he was near. Indeed she had reminded him of the amusement a hormonal human could bring about. When she finally met his eyes once more he asked the question he had wanted to ask since he started his tale, "So am I forgiven for the deception that I pulled over on you, Row?"

"Not even close, Mr. Nightroad. But you are on the path to forgiveness yet." It was then that the breeze picked up and Rowena shivered violently. Abel in a state of worry for his friend stepped close to her and wrapped her in an embrace in an attempt to drive away the cold, two shining silver wings sprouting from his back and wrapping themselves around her form to further shield her from the cold. Rowena gasped at this and looking to Abel with wide eyes she whispered the only thing that came to mind, "How?"

Abel laughed a deep and joyful laugh at this and said, "There is more here to explain ,Rowena, much more indeed."