Harry Potter and the Gift of the Seraphim or Curse of the Stars

PROLOGUE- Mysterious Beginnings

A strange scene was taking place. Far, far away from England, on a desert, there was a gathering. There had not been such a meeting in over 500 years; but something special was happening tonight. Special, and very, extremely peculiar.

If you were to observe closer, you would what would appear to be five men gathered in a circle on the brown, sandy terrain. That couldn't be further from the truth. These strange otherworldly beings were very tall- well above 6 feet. They had long, shimmering golden hair, which softly covered their white bodies. They had beautiful wings on their backs in various colors, each as handsome as the previous, and as breathtaking as the next. Yet, even being so magnificent, they were completely oblivious to what they were and what their presence commanded.

"Alarid," said one of the tall figures, "Are we completely certain in what we are doing?"

A deep sigh escaped from Alarid's lips. 'No, we're not. How could we be? The stars have spoken, however, and we must take the appropriate measures."

Another creature spoke. "Has El said anything?"

Alarid shook his head, "No, El has not spoken. Yet, I have a feeling that he knows, and has left the decision up to us. We have done this before, Adranael."

Adranael nodded, and his lavender wings quivered as a slight breeze passed through the valley. "How shall we do this?"

Amphrades explained. "We shall embody the spirit in an unborn babe. We have selected the right human, he is well up to the task."

"And the parents?"

"Well," Alarid paused, "We have not asked them, but we are sure they will agree. They will see it as- Excuse me for saying so, but, a gift,I think."

Adranael snorted. "A gift?" he said. "Then I suppose what we have is a so-called gift, too."

"Do not be so rash in judgment, Adranael," Achmael said. "We shall not be giving the child everything we have- especially immortality. This is a very special child. We are only magnifying what strengths he already has."

"I know," said Adranael sorrowfully. "Excuse me for being so irritable. I just feel sorry for the baby," he stopped, looking as though he was in thought. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A boy."

"Poor, poor child," Adranael said again. He hung his head, and then took in a deep breath. "Are you certain this is the right thing to do?"

"I cannot be certain, for that is one sense we all have given up when we chose to reside here, instead of with El," said Alarid mournfully.

Amphrades said, "Just so we are all clear, tell us what the stars have said, Alarid."

Alarid nodded, showing his agreement. "Not so long ago-" but he was immediately cut off by an impatient Adranael.

"How long ago? You are immortal, you know. 'Not so long' could be years!" He accused.

"Fine," Alarid started over. "Not so many days ago, I was listening. Not for the stars, exactly, they have not spoken clearly in a long time. I was about to turn in for the night when I heard the song, very softly. As I strained to hear, it became louder. It told me that the Nephilim," at this, all 5 figured bowed their heads in a regretful remembrance. "The Nephilim have created this thing. The stars could not even describe it; they also had not condoned it. This- this thing started out as human, but the Nephilim became so conflicted and greedy, this creature has all sort of mixtures. I do not know if it has turned out good, bad, or even one with the Powers, but it was not a wise choice." All five beings nodded in agreement, it was not smart to disobey the stars.

"The stars spoke. They told me that we needed to fight this force the Nephilim had created. It was not all evil, because the Nephilim have lost all their otherworldly powers into this person, if that's even what it is anymore. Now, the Nephilim are no more than tall, beautiful humans. But, what they have created, I am not sure what it is. I think, perhaps, it is a dark soul of greed, envy and malice put into a body. It is not a real person. Perhaps, it is not also evil. That would make what we are about to do completely useless."

Adranael snorted again. "He would be extremely gifted in the Powers, wouldn't he? I wouldn't go so far as to call him useless."

Achmael shook his head. "This boy is already gifted. He was bound to be powerful. He is also a direct descendant of one who had great Power. I told you already, we are only magnifying what is already there."

"Who is he descended from?" Actain asked curiously.

"Enough!" shouted Alarid. "Excuse me," he apologized, "But we don't have much time! I need to finish telling you everything, and the boy is being born tomorrow. We have much to prepare. I ask you, please, to hold your tongues, comments and questions until I have explained. Agreed?" All members of the group nodded. "Good. I shall continue."

"We are creating, say, an opposing force. We must decide carefully, each of us, what to contribute. Four major gifts, what you think is the most important thing to oppose what the Nephilim have made. I have chosen my gift, it shall be the knowledge of the Old Language. He must know, and I hope he shall listen to those who speak it. One of us must endow a completely different gift- ourselves. For Jehovah, our brother Apostle X-ed himself, leaving behind even El, in an attempt to save the humans form themselves. For Merlin, Ayatael gave himself up to attempt to save humans. On that endeavor, one gift was not given wisely, and changed the course of what could have happened. It was not a failed mission, but it was not as successful as El, and we all, had hoped. It was a reminder, also, so we know that we too are capable of mistakes. Only El knows all. But now, for this child with the Power, one of us must yet again be willing to submit ourselves for the good of the world we willingly live in." He quietly surveyed the group. "Abtared has decided he will X himself. He will cease to exist. He is doing this for everyone."

In a low, rumbling, united voice, the Seraphim said, "Thank you, Abtared."

A tall, lonesome figure stepped out of the shadows of the circle into the middle. The remaining four stepped in, closing the circle, making it tighter. Abtared took a deep breath, and then-

He was gone. All that remained was a wisp of smoke, the exact same light blue color that his wings had once been. Alarid quickly reached out and grabbed it into his fist, knowing this was not the time for remorse or regret. As he held it, he concentrated on the Old Language, and his knowledge was transferred into the light blue mist. The blue smoke grew brighter and bolder as Alarid's gift was passed into it. He passed it on to Achmael, who in turn gave his gift. Adranael and Amphrades did the same. By the time they all contributed, the smoke had formed become a stormy, bright blue ball of swirling blue gasses. Alarid took it from Amphrades once he was done, and put it in a walnut shell that was attached to a leather thong around his neck. Each of the Seraphim made eye contact, and they transformed.

All that remained on the sandy wasteland was a snake, a badger, a crow and a lion. There was no sign of the unusual assembly that had just occurred. Soon after the animals had ambled away, in four different directions, a gust of wind blew across the sand, covering up the residual tracks of the last four remaining Seraphim.