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   The Angels Saga: Angels of Love: The Lucy Potter Septet   
    'Lucy Potter and the Golden Sovereigns'   
   (Lucy Potter Book Three)   
   (NOTE:  J K Rowling has authorized fanfiction of Harry Potter.)    
       
   by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
   (c) 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010   
       
       
   Prologue   
    David Potter looked at the vortex before him.  He had spent much of the past   
   few years travelling throughout the shadow realm, drinking water from dank   
   creeks and eating grass and the occasional leafy tree.  Fruit was rare and   
   prized highly.  He'd even    
   eaten his dead centaur friend when it had died from starvation, managing to   
   find some deadwood and flint and lighting a fire to cook him.  But, as ever   
   now, he was hungry.   
       
   Strangely enough, there was a sense of night and day in the shadow realm -   
   almost a distant reflection of his home of earth.  A distant, pale   
   reflection.  The shadow world was, in every sense, a shadow of the greater   
   reality.  It was lesser, paler,    
   dimmer and greyer.  Life had a surreal quality to it and it was if he didn't   
   exist in some way.  But every night, facing the cold turf for his sleeping   
   partner, he knew he did exist.  And he knew he had to find a way out.   
       
   And then, last night, he had found the vortex - a two-storied building full of   
   doors with apparent mirrors on them and strange knobs next to each door.  He   
   had called it a vortex because he believed, somehow, the doors would transport   
   you somewere if you    
   could just use the knobs somehow.  And he had now spent all day trying to use   
   the various doors, still to no avail.  Regardless, he would persevere, as he   
   now had somewere useful to sleep and potentially wait for another lost soul to   
   find him.   
       
   For David Potter life went on in the Shadow Realm and, with one last thought   
   of his daughter Lucy, he returned to the knob he had been spinning.   
       
       
   Chapter One   
       
   Lucy ran.  She ran and ran and ran.  But no matter how fast she ran she   
   couldn't escape the creature's clutches.  Deatheaters - all around her.    
   Taunting her, mocking her, deriding her.  And then, as they pushed and   
   harassed her towards the place they    
   wanted, her standing in a clearing, the death eaters slithered back into the   
   shadowy trees.  She stood, in the middle of a grim, dark and haunting forest.    
   She peered over her back cautiously, sensing that while the Deatheaters had   
   disappeared into the    
   shadows, they were still there, silently watching her, studying her every   
   move.  She turned frontwards.  There before her, seemingly having come out of   
   the mist, stood a tabernacle.  A grey, marble tabernacle, with what looked   
   like fresh blood dripping    
   from it.  And then, the stench suddenly hitting her nose, she looked over to   
   the side of the tabernacle and saw lifeless corpses, ones which had breathed   
   their last breaths, all offered in a sacrifice to darkness and evil.  And   
   right then, a figure    
   appeared.  A figure appeared behind the tabernacle, and it looked at her and   
   uttered fowl words.  'Lucy,' it said, with the vilest of voices, yet with an   
   allure of darkness and temptation which only the most evil of tempting spirits   
   could summon.  'Lucy,'   
    it repeated again.  'Come to your new master.  For he beckons you.'  Just   
   then Grimlock appeared next to the man, and spoke.  'She cannot yet come,   
   master Voldemort.  While she is the final blood sacrifice to renew you to life   
   completely again, she is    
   bound to our lord and master Darvanius until the final day of dark prophecy.    
   Until that day comes and passes you simply may not slay her.  Her death will   
   not help you, as the contract with the higher powers will be deemed null and   
   void and the angels    
   will have all the say then.'  Voldemort looked despisingly at the cretinous   
   Grimlock, yet seemingly acknowledged the point.  The lord of evil turned to   
   Lucy Potter, smiled the sickest of smiles possible at her, and spoke final   
   words.  'Your cousin    
   destroyed me Lucy.  He destroyed my precious Horcruxes and vanquished me with   
   the simplest of spells that day at Hogwarts.  But his fate awaits, Lucy   
   Potter.  And one day we will meet again.  We will meet again and I will have   
   my wicked pleasure with you,   
    as I had with your father David.  On that you can count assured.  Now   
   begone.'  As if in response to those words, the Deatheaters emerged from there   
   hiding places, taunted Lucy yet again, and drove her back through the darkened   
   forest.   
       
   Again she ran.  She ran and ran and ran.  And then, coming to a cliff, she   
   turned to look as the Deatheaters approached.  And then, her foot stumbling on   
   the ledge, she fell, and racing to meet her doom, put up her hands to her face   
   and then, just as    
   suddenly......   
       
   ....Lucy awoke, screaming.  Yelling and crying, which brought Shelandragh from   
   the next room racing in.  She looked at Lucy alarmed.  Lucy was drenched with   
   sweat, soaking in her nightgowns and trembling.  Shelandragh came over to her   
   and cradled her in    
   her arms, rocking her to calm her down.  And then Lucy began relating the   
   dream, Shelandragh listening intently.   
       
      
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