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xXx Walking on Sunshine xXx
xXx Ch. 01: Seculo seculorum xXx

A young woman with floor length brown hair and vibrant green eyes looked back over her shoulder when she heard what could only be described as multiple feathered wings being flapped against one another to slow the descent of a very large bird as it approaches the ground. This woman was known as Rosalia Lillian Potter, and up until three years ago she had been engaged in a guerilla war against a man who most people referred to as 'You Know Who' due to just how much they feared his reputation, which was also before Tom Riddle had the temerity to enact a magical Taboo on his chosen pseudonym of Voldemort.

What Rosalia saw over her shoulder would have shocked her, if not for the fact that she had encountered more than a few wizarding relics that indicated such a being could exist in the past three years than she would care to admit. "Do you mind not flapping those wings in here? One wrong gust of wind and this entire ward matrix blows up in my face."

"Ah, my apologies then," the angel replied in the most soothing tone of voice he could manage. "My business can wait until you are finished."

Rosalia gave him an award winning smile and said, "Thank you for your courtesy." And then went right back to breaking down the magical equivalent to a minefield. This particular curse ward was set up back during the conflict with Grindelwald and has thus far been ignored by the ICW because of where it happens to be located, a muggle national park.

Several tense minutes went by as Rosalia continued working on bringing down a curse ward before giving out a cheer of triumph and standing from where she was crouched over an otherwise mundane looking stretch of the forest floor. Turning to regard the angel, she started her introductory monologue "I'm not pure or innocent…"

Only for the angel before her to blush and avert his eyes while commenting, "I'm more than aware of that fact."

This caused Rosalia to raise an eyebrow and say, "Do you have an explanation for that which won't result in me hexing you?"

The angel sighed and turned to look at her, "My name is Michael, and over the past several centuries I have been performing the same functions in Heaven that an Interim Minister for Magic would within Great Britain's magical government."

"Am I to take that to mean that God is actually dead?" Rosalia inquired.

"Only from the viewpoint of someone who perceives time as a strict progression of cause to effect," Michael admitted.

"But of course, time's anything but linear or subjective," the girl nodded her understanding. "I learned that during my third year at Hogwarts."

"That was the same year you did something which brought you to the attention of not just Heaven but the other two Biblical factions as well. It is fortunate that you were almost always behind incredibly effective wards until recently, otherwise you might never have lived long enough to deal with the threat that Tom Riddle posed," Michael admitted with a pained expression.

"I haven't been under such wards since the end of the war…" Rosalia remarked with a note of concern.

"Which is why I've been following you around and keeping you safe, mon amour!" a feminine voice exclaimed at the same time as an incredibly voluptuous blonde negated the disillusionment charm she had been hiding under.

Rosalia frowned when she realized who the blonde was and commented, "Something seems different, but I can't quite place my finger on it…"

Gabriel of the Seraph tilted her head to the side in a manner that would imply she had no idea what Rosalia was talking about, and then in a completely innocent tone of voice said, "I grew up?"

Rosalia was about to reply to that when Michael said, "Perhaps I should explain why I decided to meet with you in person."

"Killjoy," Rosalia griped as she turned her attention back to the main, "So…?"

"Due to recent developments, our faction has gained the ability to transform select mortals into angels, and I wish to use that process on you. Specifically, I wish to elevate you to the status of Queen within my Brave Saint Deck, which is a system based around games like Poker or Black Jack."

Rosalia frowned before glancing over at Gabriel, which caused Michael to say, "Part of the reason I am offering this to you is so that you and my younger sister can pursue the relationship that Gabriel seems to desire from you without the risk of having her fall from grace which would happen if she had to watch helplessly as…"

"Stop," Rosalia said as she noticed something in Gabriel's behavior that caused her to need to ask a very awkward question. "Gabi, did anyone ever give you an explanation on how humans go about making babies with one another?"

Gabriel tilted her head and asked "Lots of love?"

"Michael, I'll agree to your offer on the condition that you explain the birds and the bees to my new girlfriend."

Michael tilted his head to the side for a moment, and said, "Sister dear, go and ask your new Queen to explain the 'birds and bees' to you."

Gabriel looked at her brother dubiously for several seconds and said, "I'll be sure to mention that Rosie told you to give me this talk, brother dear."

The look of fear that etched itself across Michael's face made it obvious to Rosalia that he had a thing for Gabriel's Queen, but Gabi had already vanished before Rosie could point that out to her new girlfriend. Shaking her head, Rosie pulled out a cell-phone and dialed a number. "Who are you calling?"

"The girl who thought she was Gabi's sister." Rosalia admitted. She then began ignoring him as the line had connected, "Fleur, I just found Gabi."

There was silence for several seconds before the woman on the other end said, "I'll begin making plans for the…"

"She's alive, Fleur. She's also rather rude, what with following me around all this time without bothering to say hello." Michael winced at that admission, as it was actually on his orders that Gabriel had remained concealed these past three years.

"She's always been a bit precocious… Rose, please keep her safe."

"Seculo seculorum." Those two words did much to soothe the fears in the hearts of both Michael and Fleur Delacour, as both were attempting to save their precious little sister in their own way. "I'll send an owl with a portkey as soon as I have a permanent residence, which shouldn't take more than a week."

"Thank you, mon amie. Now excuse me, Victoire is chasing Mincemeat again."

"I still can't believe you named a cat that," Rosalia remarked even as Fleur hung up the line.

"I dread to ask, but what did they name their cat?" Michael inquired with a curious look upon his face.

"The colors and patterns of its fur gives the impression that you're looking at a bowl of minced meat, so they went with that as the name."

xXx Chapter Concluded xXx

Author's Note: This idea may or may not be continued, but most likely not, I'm not quite sure where I was going with it. On that note, I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that the name I gave Fleur's cat was inspired by the first cat I can remember my family having as a pet, so you could say it was a cameo by one of my family's pets.