Harry James Potter sighed, fingering his quill delicately. His expression read one of frustration, emerald eyes blunt with anger, his right hand running through his messier than usual black locks. Sweat poured down his face, his posture slumped over a wooden desk. The air around him crackled dangerously with raw magic, which was flowing off of him in unadulterated energy. The small boy grimaced slightly, before placing the tip of the quill on the parchment in front of him. Immediately a huge explosion rocketed off the surface, blasting Harry square in the face. A shriek of pain and rage escape him, before the Boy-With-The-Scorched-Face ran off into the bathroom across the hall.

"BOY!" his uncle, Vernon Dursley, thundered up the stairs. Harry clenched his fists over the sink, breath coming in harsh pants. He was so furious. If only Albus Percival Wulfric Brian bloody Dumbledore would stay out of his miserable life! "HARRY BLOODY JAMES POTTER!" his aunt screamed up the stairs. Harry froze, the blood draining from his face immediately.

He would never admit that the Dursleys became absolute hell after second year, as they had become his worst fear. At the moment, the seventh year knew he was in it for a rough beating. On his birthday, his uncle took his absolute delight in breaking bones on his body. Unfortunately, it was his seventeenth birthday, and Vernon had promised him the year before he would take something from him. Permanently.

Harry stiffened as loud footsteps started up the stairs. In his luck, the newly seventeen year old managed to dart across the hall and into his bedroom, where he grabbed his wand. Flourishing his most prized possession, he sent silencing wards, privacy, and locking charms onto the door. Since he was seventeen now, he could cast magic. Unfortunately, Vernon barged in at the worst possible moment. Harry began to feel pain hit his chest as the clock stroke seven o'clock. Grabbing his wand, cloak, and letter from Gringotts, the seventeen year old apparated out of the room.

With a strong shock, Harry landed in front of Gringotts before managing to collapse. Pain surged through him, causing his eyes start to glow pure white. The current wizards and witches in Diagon Alley reared back at the sight of the Boy-Who-Survived-the-Killing-Curse. Trying not to scream, his back arched as the stupid creature inheritance took over his body. Unfortunately, a loud scream managed to rip from his throat. Body twitching, his yelps and cries echoed all over the silenced Diagon Alley, alerting who was listening to his prayers intently.

A flash of light, and there was a man standing over Harry with a worried expression. Rather small, he had brown hair and a bit of stubble. His eyes were light blue, while wearing a suit with a trench coat draped over it. This was Castiel, one of God's angels from Heaven. Harry writhed, his cries of pain ceasing when Castiel gently put two fingers to Harry's head. In fact, Harry lost consciousness, in which Castiel scooped up the seemingly weightless seventeen year old boy.

With a glare to the rest of the wizarding world, Castiel flickered out of sight, leaving the sound of wings fluttering.

"-arry. Harry." a gentle voice startled Harry out of his stupor, making the seventeen year old groan when he sat up. The wizard clutched his head and bemoaned, "I feel like I was ran over by a bus seven times while being tackled by the world's heaviest person. Also known as Hagrid."

He opened his eyes and let out a shriek when six other pairs looked down at him. "WHAT THE HE-"

"Not a good word, I can tell you, not a good word." the same voice said softly.

"Who in He-" he was glared at "I mean Merlin are you guys?"

"We are angels. The arch-angels of Heaven." said the boy smoothly on the right. He was tall, blonde, with incredibly blue eyes.

Harry blinked at him slowly, his emerald eyes glowing as he stared at them each in the eye. As he did, he realized they were being as honest as possible, which he didn't know. However, he did know they were being truthful at the moment. "Merlin. I'm dead." he summed up, face-palming irritably.

"Nope." the voice behind him contradicted softly.

"Aaarghhh." Harry groaned, and buried his head in his head. "If I'm a bloody angel, arch-angel whatever you guys are from my creature inheritance..." Harry's eyes became owl-like, sharp and round. "Bumblebitch is going to go nuts."

"Who's this Bumblebitch?" a face that looked vaguely familiar hovered in an upside down position in front of his.

"Ah. Controlling bastard who wanted me to be the 'weapon' of the wizarding world." Harry groaned, rubbing his forehead in the form of a head-ache. Then he paused. "I know you."

"Y-you do?" for a moment, the angel actually looked pale and maybe a bit scared.

"Er.. the last thing I remember before I passed out..." Harry paused, inwardly cackling at the look of terror on the angel's face. "was your face before you somehow managed to knock me out."

"O-oh." the angel stammered. "My name is Castiel."

"Harry bloody Potter."

"Your middle name is Bloody?" Castiel looked at Harry in evident confusion.

"Does anyone know about sarcasm?"

Every angel looked stupefied at the word, then Harry mumbled something to low for them to hear.

"Michael." an angel said. He had dark hair, hazel eyes and a tall but lanky build.

"Gabriel." the dark-haired, masculine guy with stubble said cheekily, blue-green eyes twinkling. Harry eyed him warily; for some reason, Gabriel reminded him strongly of the twins.

"Raphael." the dark-skinned man said warily, black hair falling in gray eyes.

"And for some reason, I should probably say this, as a higher being is telling me to do it." Harry murmured thoughtfully. "Aestus.. Tenebrae."

"Sounds like Father." Gabriel mused curiously.

"Do you mean Father of Creation?" Harry asked, his eyes bright with honesty. If they meant that Father..

"Why yes, we do." Michael smugly smiled at him.

"He has a message for me to tell you guys." Harry said out of the blue. All of the arch-angels, including angels within earshot, stiffened at the nonchalant tone.

"What?" Michael asked excitedly.

"Er.. he says.." Harry tilted his head, unknowingly looking like an adorable kitten. "Right.. You're sure? Kinda wish you would be able to tell them yourselves-" Harry stiffened before going lax. "Sorry, Da. Anyways, he tells you to hang on to the creations He made, and watch over two guys called.." Harry tilted his head again, his eyes wandering above to the beautiful aura of the universe. "Sam and Dean Winhesta. Er, Winchester. Oh, and watch over your newest little brother. He created-"

The black-haired boy collapsed on the seat, making them panic.

"Listen to the mortals, my children,

For war is to convene.

Watch the skies and listen

For Doom to spread to the seas

Speak the language of Olde

And don't forget,

Who the World is to be told

Of the one who knows the Threat.

Eyes and ears of Magick,

Everywhere to be seen,

Watch for the Leader of Tragic

That is buried beneath what I See.

Tongue of the Serpent

Unwinded, uncoiled

Spaken unto the Servant

For what is yet to unfold.

Listen my children

The Speaker hath arrived

One of three different Worlds

Who has Survived.

Trials of Faith, Hope, Dream

Are yet to mask uncertainty

Of the Speaker's one True Half

Who yields the Key.

To the Gate of Heaven

Shall the Speaker lead

Clad in the Father's Embrace

To only plant His Seed." Harry hissed out, a woman's voice hissing out, while the voice dispersed into three different pitches. His eyes were slits, tongue uncoiling out like a snake's. It was forked, and flickered as if catching the other angels' fear.

"Looks like our new brother is Fate's lapdog." Michael stated bluntly.