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   The Angels Saga: Angels of Love: The Lucy Potter Septet   
   "Lucy Potter and the Sprite of Chakola"   
   (Lucy Potter Book Four)   
   (NOTE:  J K Rowling has authorized fanfiction of Harry Potter.)    
   By   
   Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly   
   (c) 2010-03-02   
       
   Prologue   
    Voldemort sat on the red carpet, eating chips and drinking coke, looking at   
   his copy of the magazine 'Demoniac', his favourite magazine published by one   
   of his underground sources.  The half life he found himself in was unpleasant   
   at times, but he found    
   himself, when he concentrated, able to eat food and drink liquid, as well as   
   touch things.  But it could only last for a few minutes at most.  The girl   
   'Lucy Potter' was on his mind.  And the last confrontation with 'Harry', his   
   adversary.  He needed an    
   idea - a wicked idea - and reading through 'Demoniac' he was starting to   
   formulate a new plan.  'Play on her weaknesses, strike the ones she loves,'   
   were ideas which the magazine had inspired in him.  And knowing were she lived   
   and what he could    
   potentially achieve, he turned his mind to a new agenda, yet another dark,   
   wicked and malevolent agenda, ready to once again confront the child of   
   destiny he feared.   
       
       
   Chapter One   
       
   'Lucy Potter.  Heaven's above girl, look at all this mess.'  Lucy, sitting by   
   the fireplace, gazed over all the magic books strewn across Shelandragh May's   
   carpet in her home in Minoxxia in Bunyan, just north of Cooma.  But she was a   
   little older, and    
   displayed some attitude.  'Oh, so what Shelly. That doesn't matter.'    
   Shelandragh eyed her.  'Shelly?  Since when have you gotten into the habit of   
   calling your teacher Shelly?  I am Miss May or Shelandragh.  Shelly indeed.'   
   'Oh, lighten up,' responded Lucy.  Shelandragh just looked at her, shook her   
   head in frustration, and began picking up books.  Suddenly Lucy became quite   
   animated.  'Look at this, Shel.  Have you seen this before?'  Lucy produced a   
   page of a book showing    
   a 'Horcrux.'   
   'I would rather you not study that material, Lucy.  It is not something to be   
   trifled with.'   
   'I'll have to learn eventually,' she responded, with her headstrong   
   mannerisms, something she had been recently growing into.  Besides, I'm   
   curious.'   
   'Well curiousity killed the cat, Lucy Potter.'   
   'Very funny.'  Lucy continued studying the book avidly and Shelandragh   
   finished off tidying the books back into the bookcase.  Mushroom was miaowing   
   so Shelandragh led her into the kitchen, gave her some meat, and sat down to   
   look out the window.  A year    
   had passed since they had won the prizes of riches, and Lucy was now   
   incredibly wealthy.  Really, the lass no longer really needed to work, and as   
   such Caroline had arranged with the government for her child to be home   
   tutored.  It was no longer    
   necessary to send her to public schools or other.  As such Lucy had been in   
   the habit of dropping around to Shelandragh's most days.  Lucy was 15 now,   
   emerging into womanhood, and had started to develop as women were wont to do.    
   And she was continually    
   arguing these days with Shelandragh over this and that, especially on magic   
   where she felt she already knew it all.  But that was youth, wasn't it -   
   thinking they knew it all.  Madalene visited too, quite often.  A young lady   
   now, growing up in the ways    
   of the Bridges clan, becoming a woman, attracting men, likely off to marriage,   
   and with her looks perhaps sooner than she would have anticipated.  And, of   
   course, Jayden and Georgia, following in their bigger sisters footsteps, on   
   their way to becoming    
   grown ups.  She had seen them come and go in her years, of course.  In her   
   long years of life.  But that was simply the way it was for now.  Yet she   
   couldn't help but feel, in some strange way she couldn't help but feel that   
   she now had a companion in    
   Lucy Potter, a girl which just might also be around for quite some time to   
   come.  She pushed the button on the kettle, filled a mug with a teabag, and   
   sat there, happily, thinking over life and its highs and lows but generally   
   content with it all.     
   Generally content.   
       
   *   *   *   *   *   
       
   Grimlock looked at the ancient bookcase in the central library of his master   
   Voldemort's hidden mansion.  For 7 days now he had been trying to solve the   
   enigma of spellmagery which prevented him from accessing the books.    
   Naturally, when Voldemort was    
   present he made no such attempts, but he was usually downstairs, going through   
   the motions in his plans, leaving Grimlock to wander through the mansion as he   
   saw fit.   
       
   Lucifer visited the other day and he and Voldemort were away for a while, time   
   in which Grimlock cast as many spells as he could think of to unlock the charm   
   over the bookcase, but unfortunately to no avail.  Still, he persisted and   
   continued to read and    
   study through the other more mundane works of the other bookcases.  If there   
   was a clue in them, he would find it, and sample himself to the more   
   seductive, powerful and malevolent works that Voldemort had available to him.   
       
   Out of the corner of his eye he spied a mouse crawling across the floor and   
   suddenly, feeling annoyed for no good reason, he cast a freeze spell at the   
   mouse.  The mouse was crawling right next to the bookcase he desired opened,   
   and the freeze spell did    
   freeze the mouse but also froze the aura which surrounded the bookcase.    
   Grimlock stopped, stunned.  He came over, kicked the aura, and it started   
   falling away.  After 5 minutes of solid effort he had broken through and made   
   a hole in the aura and now,    
   finally, had access to the books.  'Good little mouse,' he said to it, and   
   cast an unfreeze spell on it.  The mouse, shocked that it had been frozen,   
   scurried off and returned to its home.  Grimlock looked at the bookcase in   
   triumph and reached up,    
   selecting his first grand volume.   
       
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