Angel of Sacrifice (Harry Potter)

I. Meet Your Angelica

Three cloaked figures sat in comfortable armchairs around a warmly glowing fire. The room they resided in was vaguely reminiscent of an old common room they were each so partial to, with a thick red rug, hard wood mahogoney tables, and clean glass windows overlooking a clear blue sky.

"Do you suppose we made the Big Man mad?" asked the tenser of the cloaked figures.

"I believe we would be in a much less comfortable setting if we had," replied Lily Potter.

She was as young and pretty as she had been before she was murdered, only her disposition was much lighter and less prone to fits of nervousness. Her cloak was long and white, as were most things in the life after death, and she wore no shoes.

"Is this a normal occurrence?" asked Sirius Black, twiddling his thumbs as he attempted to be as calm as his two friends. He, unlike the others, had not died young, but his handsome face had a freshness to it that had not been seen since his pre-Azkaban days. Despite this, he was not as carefree as he used to be, since his mind still often wandered on to the happenings of the world below. He found himself constantly questioning the happiness of his godson, Harry, and his once best friend, Remus. "Do we give updates on how things are going? Feedback on how heavenly this heaven is?"

James Potter shook his head, a slight smile spreading across his face. When the two friends had finally reunited, Sirius had been overjoyed. Now, as they spent all their time together, they both couldn't help but see how all the time apart had changed each other. James was no longer that restless youth who needed to do something to keep himself preoccupied - now, he was happily settled with his wife, and was happily awaiting a reunion with his son, and was happily silent for long periods of time. Sirius, on the other hand, had just come from a brewing war. He was always fidgeting, always wanting to know the who's and what's of Voldemort's victims and actions. He had not yet come to the conclusion that everything, one day, would straighten itself out.

Lily had not changed all that much. Being a mother had mellowed her out, and death did not bring back that crazy fire that had made her such a heartbreaker in her school days. Still, she loved James as fiercely as she always did, and was quick to become amused by Sirius' many quirks.

"Maybe He just wants a chat with his favorite Angels," said James easily, not at all concerned about his fate.

He reached toward the table beside him, and as he curled his fingers to grasp what couldn't be seen, a hot cup of hot cocoa appeared in his fist. Sirius had discovered that anything he wanted (within reason) was always at his fingertips, and he would never forget the feeling he had when he watched what he wanted appear just for him. He imagined that it was similar to how Muggleborns felt when they first saw the power of magic.

Suddenly, a soft knock was heard on a door he had not noticed earlier. It was a tall white one with golden knobs. When it swung open, it made absolutely no noise.

Two people entered their sanctuary, one incredibly tall and one extremely tiny. The tall had a shiny bald head, dark skin, large black eyes, and a purposeful stride. Trailing behind him with the shy eagerness of a small pup was a girl with large curly hair, ghostly skin, and petite features. The taller of the two demanded the attention of the trio, and they watched as his impressive figure stood before them with the self importance of someone who knew their job and was good at it. He wore long golden robes that glistened and ripplied where he stood like the ocean on a sunny day.

"Sirius Black. The Potters," said the man in a rich, deep voice. "You are here to witness history."

The man sat down, and a large chair materialized under him before he could fall to the ground. The girl behind him tucked a black curl behind her ear nervously, almost as though she wasn't sure if she was allowed to sit. Sirius, James, and Lily glanced confusedly between one another.