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Chapter 36 � Angels and Demons

Voldemort was stunned, �Sex
is more powerful than chaos?�

Abaddon nodded, �Let me tell you how
it is.

�The fifth century, before the Common
Era began, was a golden age of peace, prosperity and commerce in Greece, or rather, Athens.� But by sowing a few well-placed seeds of discontent I was able to get
the Peloponnesian League to attack the Athenian Empire.

�Oh it was glorious!� Rape,
plunder, rape, murder, rape and destruction on a scale never before seen in
history.�

�You said rape three times.�

�I like rape.� In any case, the
war dragged on for decades until one lone temple of Astarte put it�s dainty
foot down and said, �Put down your weapons or else!�.�

�Or else, what?�

�There would be no sex.� Period.�

�You could still rape.�

�Rape isn�t about sex, it�s about
control, violence and brutality, and no, Astarte herself prevented that.�

�How?�

�The bitches grew teeth.� Long,
sharp, venomous teeth.�

�So, all you had to do was hold
their heads!�

�No, you don�t understand, these
teeth were vaginal dentia, cunt�s that could bite a man�s cock off.�

�And that ended the war?�

�That�s not how history recorded
it, but yes.�

�And she�s here, at Hogwarts?�

Abaddon nodded.

�So where do we go?�

�Cardiff.�

�Why Cardiff?�

�Why not Cardiff?�

Both men left the Room of Hidden
Things, stopping only to give Filch a handful of scrolls and candles.

�Place these items, one scroll,
one candle, each, on the each of the professor�s desks.� Oh, and the school
nurse as well.� Then forget that you did.�

Filch nodded and set about his
assigned task.

Voldemort looked at the Lord of
Chaos quizzically.

Abaddon answered with a Gaelic
shrug, �Didn�t want to waste the trip.�

)O(

An eagle-owl with bright, silver
talons circled the great hall until Millicent entered.� With a decidedly un-owl-like
squawk it dove to the flagstones at her feet and bowed its head even as it
lifted one leg bearing a letter, with the Royal Seal.

Millie dropped to one knee and
relieved the majestic bird of its payload, then stood and curtseyed.

�Do you wish to wait for a reply,
noble bird?�

The owl, puffed up from the
Witch�s deference, nodded once.

Millicent opened the letter and
swallowed hard.

�Anybody got a quill?�

Susan handed Millie one of the
self-inking variety.

�The fifteenth of January will be
fine.� She said aloud as she penned the note.� �Susan, would you please tie
this RSVP on the Royal Owl, I�m afraid my hands are too shaky.�

Her Coven Sister knelt down to
tie the response onto the beautiful bird�s leg, stood, and, following Millie�s
lead, curtseyed as well.

�What is it, Millie?�

�Apparently Pansy and I have been
invited to Buckingham Palace in three days.�

�We�ll be sure to get you dolled
up for the event.�

Millie smirked, �Doll yourself,
Luv, we�re to bring our families and that means the whole Coven.�

Susan paled, then ran off to the
apartment to warn, um, share the good news with all her coven sisters.

Harry stood in the great room
with all the Witches holding onto his cloak or each other.

�Grab on Susan, we�re about to
portkey to the Leakey Cauldron, from whence we�ll swoop down on Gladrags and
Madame Malkin�s.�

Madam Malkin swallowed hard
seeing the Coven for the second time in a single school year, and needed to sit
down when she learned that she would be preparing two dozen mages for the Royal
Presence.

�Oh, Harry, will you help me with
this, please?�

Harry followed Millie�s voice
into a fitting room as she explained, �I�ve had this fantasy for a little while
. . .�

The sounds coming from the
fitting room were getting interesting, and louder, when they suddenly ceased.�
Hermione went to investigate and found Luna guarding the fitting room door,
arms crossed, wand in hand.

�Silencing charm,� she explained,
�and I�m next, sister, so get in line!�

�I think I�ll let Poppy follow you,
Luna dear, she always carries replenishing potions with her.�

)O(

The Royal Reception was small and
private, only Harry and his Witches were in attendance along with the PM and
Amelia Bones, Minister of Magic.

The Queen, the very picture of
decorum, the Prince and Princess of Wales and Princes William and Harry, all
received Lord Potter and the Coven Witches.

Queen Elizabeth thanked them all,
but Millicent and Pansy in particular, for services to the Royal Family and
added that she would look forward to seeing Lady Millicent and Lady Pansy in
June, on her, that is to say, the Queen�s Birthday.�

When Millicent looked confused,
Princes Di explained, �You will both be honored and then afterward required to
be addressed as �Dame Millicent Potter� and �Dame Pansy Potter�.�

The official reception done,
everyone relaxed a bit.� Prince Harry, in particular.� The young ginger prince
sidled up to Harry and asked, �All these beautiful girls are witches?�

�Yes, your Highness.�

�All your Witches?�

�Yes, your Highness.�

�Lucky bastard, um, oops?�

Harry laughed, �It�s all right,
Highness, I agree with you one-hundred percent; but, just a word to the wise?�

The prince nodded.

�You live in a fishbowl, Highness,
everything you ever say or do will be recorded, filmed or photographed, and, if
I may?�

�Go on.�

�I know you�ve been smoking, and
I�m sure your Mum and The Queen know it too.�

�How did you know, magic?�

�No, Highness, you have nicotine
stains on your fingertips and there�s an aroma of eau de cigarette about you.�

�I�m sure I�ll hear about it at
home.�� Prince Harry groused, walking away.

Poor kid, Harry thought, if he were just a working
class kid from Brighton no one would care if he wanted to be a yob, but he�ll
never get the chance.� I wonder if he�s ever read �The Prince and the Pauper?�

A shrill whistle sounded from
somewhere in Amelia Bones suit coat.

Her Royal Highness raised an
eyebrow at this, and said, �You are excused, Minister Bones.�

�I do beg your pardon,
Your Majesty.�

Amelia curtseyed and left
quickly, only to return, �Majesty, Highnesses, I�m dreadfully sorry, but
there�s trouble in Cardiff, reports are coming in from the City Centre about
trolls wreaking havoc.�

Pansy�s eyes lit up.

The Royals graciously excused the
Witches and wizard.� Just as Harry was activating the ministry portkey he heard
a stern, woman�s voice call out �Harry!� and saw Prince Harry cringe.

Harry, the warlock, had his
signaling mirror open even as he was heading to the floo. �I need everyone
suited up and ready to go in five minutes, please have our armor ready, Dobby!�

The Coven Warlock called over to
Amelia, �Mama Bones, how many trolls?�

�Looks like half a dozen, no,
make that seven - and one wizard whose power reading is off the scale!�

They continued to talk through
the mirror as he spun through the floo to land in his Hogwarts apartment.� He
placed the mirror on a table then stripped while awaiting Dobby with his armor.

�We�re going to need all your
obliviators on this one, Mum, and any help we can get from the Aurors corps.�

�Already called them, they�re
getting their portkeys as we speak.�

�Right,� he said, stepping into
his fatigue trousers.� Even as his team was dressing a small squadron of
Hogwarts elves were snapping and buckling the basilisk hide armor in place on
all of his Witches.

�Same rules as last time,
ladies.� Nobody engages Riddle but me, understand?�

�Yes, Harry.�

�I love you all, please, please
don�t take chances.�

�Harry?�

�Yes, Astarte?�

�I have to come, Abaddon is
there.� You can�t face him, I have to.�

�Can he hurt you?�

�If I let him.�

�Then don�t let him, okay?�

Poppy entered, followed by Tommy
Gaunt and Ginevra Weasley.

�Poppy, you�re not cleared for
combat.�

�No, milord, but I am a fully
qualified healer.� If anyone gets hurt I want to be there.�

�Tommy, I just got a brother, I
don�t want to lose him.�

�Just here to see you off, big brother.�
He grasped Harry�s hand, �Do be careful, all right?�

�Right.� Harry tossed a long cord
that everyone knew would be the portkey to Cardiff.� �Witches of the Coven of the
Four Houses, today Voldemort breathes his last, he�s lost his Horcruxes, Tommy
is free.� He�s mortal.� Let�s show him what that means!

�Portus!�

Just as Harry activated the
portkey Tommy Gaunt grabbed the cord and Ginny plastered herself against Tommy�s
back.

A sound like a large truck being
mangled greeted them as they arrived on Dumballs Road.� A small modular
building was being pounded by a cave troll wielding a large, spiked club.� The
troll seemed to be enjoying the sounds of screams coming from within the metal
structure.

Harry quickly scanned the area
for more trolls but couldn�t see any for the jumble of buildings and large
transports in the area.

�Take it out, Harry!� Astarte
said, and concentrated, adding her power to his blasting curse. �Reducto!�

For all its size, a troll has a
brain about the size of a kitten�s.� This one stared at the large hole that had
just appeared just below its ribcage, tried to bellow, but found it impossible
to do without a diaphragm.� It just had enough time to look worried, and then
fell onto its back with a sickening squelching noise.

Astarte threw up both arms and
yelled �Goal!�� Then, in a more serious tone said, �Let the Witches take out
the trolls, we need to find Riddle.

�Poppy, sweetheart, set up your
field hospital here, Tommy, Ginny, help her, and I swear, if any of you
stowaways get hurt I�ll put you over my knee!�

Tommy looked like he wanted to
say something but then he just nodded.� He was, in fact, a fifteen year old
with no practical experience in combat magic, where Harry was a blooded warrior
mage, many times over.� It didn�t matter that they were nearly the same age;
Harry was older, a lot older.

�Five groups of four,� he
ordered, and the quads formed immediately, �Hermione and Luna, you�re with me!�

�That leaves Pansy�s group with
three!�

�Pansy knows how to take out a
troll, don�t you, dear?�

Harry�s Prima Vipera
smiled demurely and said �Yes, dear!�

Popping sounds of multiple
apparitions signaled the arrival of the Auror Corps, Amelia Bones leading them.

�We�ve got half a dozen trolls in
Victoria Park, Minister!� one excited auror shouted.

�You three, stay with Lord
Potter, the rest of you, with me!�

�Okay, kid, we�ve got it from
here.� The veteran auror announced.

Harry bit back a sarcastic
comment, �Astarte, Luna, see if you can locate Riddle or Abaddon, or both.�

A dark shadow passed overhead and
the quad formed by Susan, Hannah, Mandy and Padma looked curiously at the small
can that had been dropped in their midsts.

�Hit the deck, shields!� Tommy screamed
at the top of his lungs.

Harry and the nearby Coven
Witches dove for the ground as the can exploded, the shrapnel was mostly
deflected by their armor, but the force of the explosion nearly deafened them.

The three aurors looked confused
for a moment, then fell dead, riddled by tiny bits of steel.

Harry wanted to run to his
Witches, but knew he had to stay in the fight.� He was the only one who could
end this.� He looked up and saw an honest to God angel, with Riddle�s features,
from before his �lizard man� phase.

�Riddle?� Since when did you
become a messenger of God?�

�God? Oh no, never God�s.�� The
angel�s voice was doubled, as if two people were speaking the same lines
simultaneously, �You see, Harry, the Almighty and I had a slight disagreement and
I lost.� So I, along with a few allies, was relegated to the role of chaos.�

�So you�re not Riddle?�

�I never said that.� He said,
tossing another can into the space between two buildings.� When this one
exploded Harry could hear the screams of men and women who had sought the
safety of the corrugated metal walls only to find them inadequate to the task.

�Reducto!� Incarcerous!�
Sectum Sempra!� Bombardia maxima!�

The combined Riddle-Abaddon
managed to avoid all but the last hex and spun away like a wobbly cricket ball.

�Poppy we�ve got Witches down!�
Harry shouted as he un-pocketed and enlarged his broom to chase after the daemon
with a Riddle grafted on.

With Astarte on his shoulder, he
climbed to try to get a better view of the dark angel that had been raining
death and destruction on Wales.

The only problem with that
strategy was that it made Harry too good a target, a dark spot in the light
sky, and a volley of well placed curses spun him around and shattered his
broom.� Astarte leapt away so that Harry could levitate or apparate without
having to worry about her.

Falling, Harry concentrated on
the tallest building around, a shipping warehouse, and apparated to the roof.�
His downward momentum was redirected and he skidded across the roof, just
managing to hook a gauntleted hand on the edge.� He hung there for just a
moment, then pulled himself up.� With any luck, the demon he was fighting would
look on the ground for his remains.

Harry ran to the other side of
the roof, and, as he�d expected, the angel hovered ten meters below.� Astarte
fluttered to his shoulder.

�Take careful aim, Harry, right
between the shoulder-blades, I�ll help.� Ready?�

Harry nodded and sent a cutting
curse, precise as a laser, to Astarte�s aim point.

Riddle-Abaddon plummeted to the
concrete, screaming all the way down.

Harry and his goddess apparated
to the ground and approached the mass of blood and feathers cautiously.

As Harry got closer he could see
that the angel�s limbs, and wings, were twisted to form unnatural angles.

�That . . . hurt.�

One hand, with two fingers
missing, rose from the fallen body and exploded with concussive force.

Astarte shrieked in pain as she
was propelled up and away from the fight.

Harry was blown back out of the
alley to land painfully at the feet of a black-uniformed Cossack.

�My lady zendz her regardz � I am
to kelp you.�

)O(

Pansy led the charge of the
Vipera against the half-dozen trolls in Victoria Park.� Blasting and cutting
hexes were not powerful enough to penetrate a troll�s rhinoceros-like hide, but
she had trained Harry�s Vipera for this, and trained hard.

Harrys Prima Vipera cast a
sonorous charm on herself and made a sound not unlike that of a braying
donkey.� All six trolls turned to face her.

�Just above the sternum,
sisters!� she shouted, �On three, two, one . . . diffindo!�

The combined power of six
cutters, each as precise as a laser and many times more powerful, decapitated
the largest troll.

The next largest answered the
deep, braying war cry, only to be felled by a combined reducto to its
sternum.� It simply keeled over, face-down on the asphalt.

The remaining four trolls dropped
their clubs and, as one, fell to their knees, placed their hands and foreheads
on the ground, kowtowing to Pansy.

�Now what?� Pansy asked.

�We�re gonna need someone who
speaks troll.� Tracey said, �Any ideas?�

)O(

�

Harry got painfully to his feet,
�What is your name, please?�

�Sergey.�

�Then, Sergey, please help my
Witches with the trolls.�

�I cannot, I am to protact you.�

�You can�t fight this guy, only I
can do that.�

�Da, chou are doink zo vell?�

Harry took a deep breath, �Just
getting my second wind.�

The angel, half his face
bloodied, shuffled out of the alley, murder in his one good eye.

�My purpose, my function, my Raison
d'etre, is to bring chaos, pain and suffering to the world.�

�Well, now you know what it feels
like.�

�You will know what it is to
suffer before I�m through.�

Harry moved left, Sergey moved
right and Riddle-Abaddon moved forward.

The battle-damaged angel extended
his mangled hands.

Harry formed a powerful protego
just as Sergey threw his knife.

Riddle-Abaddon caught the
Cossack�s knife with his right forearm.� Wincing in pain, the bloodied angel
pulled the knife out with his left hand and sent it, along with a powerful
banisher, to Harry.

The shield absorbed the banishing
spell, but the knife�s momentum carried it through the barrier where it stuck
to the hilt in Harry�s right shoulder.

As Harry fell to his knees in
pain he heard someone cry �No!�

Turning, Harry saw Tommy Gaunt
running toward him.

�No more, d�you hear me?� You are
not going to kill anyone else!�

�Oh no?� Watch this, Avada
kedavra!�

Sergey crumpled to the ground.

�You bastard!�

The Abaddon voice of the angel
chuckled and said, �True, too true.�

�You�ll have to go through me to
get to Harry!�

The angel half-laughed, �Not a
problem for me.�

�No!�

It was Riddle�s voice this time,
�Whatever you do to him happens to me, he�s my master copy!�

�Oh, so you�re the template for
this pathetic excuse of a dark wizard?�

�Yeah, well, not my finest work,�
the boy had guts, he wanted to live, but, more than that, he wanted Riddle dead
so that she could live and that gave him to courage to say, �Kill me and
be done with it!�

�Okay, Avada ke-stupefy!�

Tommy crumpled on the spot.

�Oh damn, I meant to say Avada
kedavra. �I hate having a split personality sometimes.�

Harry wanted to take the angel�s
mind off Tommy, �You know there�s a prophesy about us, right?�

�Yes, so?�

�One must die by the hand of the
other.�

�Again, so?�

�Funny thing, lots of people have
tried to kill me, and none of them have succeeded.�

�Yes, but I have something none
of them had?�

�And that is?� Harry asked.

�Riddle�s hand.� Abaddon said, smiling
a broken toothed smile.

The Angel of Death, Lord of
Chaos, raised his left hand.� Harry could almost feel the power building as he
prepared to apparate away.� He felt, rather than saw Astarte return to his
shoulder.

�Diffindo!�

It was a new voice, a woman�s
voice.

The angel�s hand fell to the
ground.

Harry and Abaddon looked in shock
at Bellatrix Lestrange leveling her wand at the Lord of Chaos.

Abaddon�s other hand came up and
the force of his wrath blasted Bellatrix into the bricks of the warehouse wall.

�Enough!� Harry screamed.� Powered
by his divine ancestress he sent a string of offensive curses, all with deadly
accuracy.� �Sectum Sempra! Diffindo!� Reducto!� Bombarda maxima! Inflamare!�

Pulling the knife from his
shoulder he threw it into the mass of blood and charred feathers that had been
angelic just a few moments before.

The ruined body was slashed,
rent, pummeled, incinerated and stabbed.� That part of Abaddon that was
immortal clung to existence, you couldn�t call it life.

Astarte fluttered down to the
mass of quivering angel meat and said, sweetly, �Have we learned our lesson
yet?�

A sound like gurgling flatulence
issued from the mass.

�I�ll take that as a yes.

�Harry, take care of our Witches,
won�t you?�

Harry nodded.

�I�ll be seein� ya, baby.�

�You better, Mum.�

�Yeah, yeah, lend us your mirror,
won�t you?�

�Sure.�

Harry laid the signaling mirror
down on the ground and smiled as his Goddess Mum stepped into it, enlarging it
just enough to allow her and most of the carcass that had been Abaddon and
Riddle to pass through to the Between Lands.� The reflective glass shimmered as
though it were water pulling what looked like a mostly plucked, burned swan
with her.

When the surface of the mirror
stopped shimmering he guessed it would be safe to retrieve it.

But the surface remained
agitated, then began to grow.� No longer a pocket mirror, now it grew to three
by three meters and shapes began to erupt from the newly created portal.

Twelve robed angels of
malevolence smiled down on the exhausted wizard.

One angel held what was left of
Abaddon close to his breast and Harry watched in morbid fascination as the Lord
of Chaos reformed before his eyes.

Harry shook his head in disgust,
�Can�t I get a fucking break?�

At their heads were the Four Horsemen;
Pestilence, astride a white horse; War, his red steed breathing sulfurous fire;
Famine, white ribs showing through his black, emaciated horse�s flanks and
Death, on a horse of pale green, not the green of summer, but the green of a
moldy grave.

Their smiles neither cheered nor
comforted.

The angelic host, beautiful and
terrible chorused in all the languages of the world, living and dead.

*We are become DEATH, the
destroyer of worlds, look upon us and despair!*

There was a sound like the glass
breaking from a thousand windows and Astarte, full sized, bound in chains
soared up from the mirror.� She curled into a tight ball, then snapped open,
arms, legs, wings and tail, shattering her chains.�

The goddess flew to the asphalt
and waited.

Padma limped forward, Helena to her left, Mandy to her right, then Daphne, flanked by Bella to one side and Cissy
to the other. Still more came, Myrtle, Angelina, Minerva.� Millicent, Glynda,
Pansy, Su, supporting Susan, Tricia, holding Hannah, and Millicent carrying
Mandy.

In just a few moments, twenty-one
Witches of the Coven of the Four Houses had formed a circle.� As one they
knelt, placed their wands on the ground, and raised their hands.

The horsemen and their angelic
host laughed, and in many sneering voices, shouted, �Do you think abasing
yourself before us will win you mercy?�

Hermione spoke for the Coven, �We
give you this one chance.� Return to the Between Lands, and never enter the
Earthly plain again.� Go back.� Or know oblivion.�

The host laughed.

Hermione shook her head, sadly.

As one the Witches joined their
raised hands, palm to palm.� In that moment, every witch in every land all over
the world spoke with the same voice, each witch in her own language.

The Coven�s voices, clear and beautiful,
blended as they said, �Oh thou, man.� Who can only mark the world by scarring
it, undeserving of the gift of the Mother Goddess, who bore all magic in hard
labor, pouring forth the blessed gifts from her womb.� We do now repent that we
have ever shared with our sons these precious gifts and do now reclaim all
magic for ourselves and our daughters, in the Name of THE Mother Goddess,
living and eternal, so say we all, so mote it be!�

Pestilence, War, Famine, Death
and the angelic host had just begun to appreciate the scope of that simple
declaration when they simply ceased to be.

For them, there would be no
sanctuary in the Between Lands; they simply disappeared, never to reappear in
any of the infinite universes.

Oblivion.

Every witch in every land, still
connected, received the gift of the Goddess, the bringer of life.� Magic would
be their responsibility, and theirs alone, until the time came when men would
prove themselves worthy by turning away from the path of destruction.

It would be a long wait.

Hermione, tears running down both
her cheeks, sobbed, �I�m sorry, Harry, we�re all so sorry.� You need to wait
here, love, we�ll be back.� The Mother Goddess summons us and we must obey.�

Saying this, the Coven, along
with Astarte, faded, elf-fashion, leaving Harry scarred and bleeding on the
tarmac.� Twenty-one wands remained behind.

�P-Potter . . .�

Harry got painfully to his feet
and stumbled over to Bellatrix, lying in a heap on the ground. �He dropped to
his knees and begged her, �Stay with us Bellatrix, c�mon, Poppy�s here, we can
fix this.�

�N-no, just, h-hold me, hold me p-please?�

He looked up in desperation and
saw Tommy Gaunt, looking dazed and confused.

�Tommy, get Poppy, please,
and hurry!�

He sat painfully on the ground
next to Bellatrix and carefully wrapped his good arm around the bewildered former
death eater.

�This . . . is . . . nice . . .�

�One of the things I love about my
Witches is the cuddling; we just sit, y�know, to be close, like this.� It�s
like a drug; we can�t get enough of each other.� We thrive on each other�s
touch.� Sometimes I think I need to go away just to be by myself for a bit but
then, y�know what? �

Bellatrix?�

Bellatrix . . . Belle?�

She was gone.

With just the ghost of a smile on
her face.

Running as fast as they could, Tommy
and Ginny arrived with Poppy in tow.

There was Harry, a single tear
running down his cheek as he said, �Shhhhh, she�s tired � had a hard day,
y�know?�

Tommy knelt on the other side of
Bellatrix.� �I�ll take care of her Harry, why don�t you go with Poppy, okay?�
That�s a nasty looking wound you have there.�

Ginny helped Harry stand.

�He�s a good guy, Ginny, you
could do a lot worse.�

As they stood, he looked back at
Tommy and Bellatrix, and, just as Tommy reached down to close her eyes, Harry softly
sang, �Sleep my love and peace attend thee . . . all . . . through . . . the
night . . .�

The two witches barely got Harry
to the hospital tent when pain, exhaustion and loss of blood finally overtook
him.
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