Lady Alseroen walked out onto the stage timidly as she eyed the disgruntled audience.

"Forgive me for the inconvenience. but I recently got a beta, who is currently doing a great job of revising the whole story once she agreed to take the position. My beta is called TheCauldron, it will be a while before the story is at the point that it use to be at as she is correcting any mistake that I made, I haven't deleted it as I'm sure several of you would kill me if I did that. So enjoy the new version."

With that Alseroen ran of the stage and legged it to her super protective bunker, so she can hide.

Prologue

When the universe was in its infancy seven beings came together and created several worlds; these being were Chaos, Order, Light, Dark, Magic, Life and Death, who are referred to as the Primal Forces. These realms were the dimensions of the Pure, realms that were dominated by beings that supposedly could do wrong; but before these dimensions were created, their rulers were formed.

These rulers started the creation of lesser dimensions with beings that had no powers, the Primal Forces also created worlds where the lesser beings would go when Death decided that their time on the Middle realms had ended. Ofcourse, the Pureworlds that the Primals created had created their opposites called the Tainted realms, where the ones that hadn't lived by the rules that the Pure dimensions asked of the lesser beings went. The Tainted worlds where places of torment, places that no one, not even their inhabitants wanted to tread.

Death watched the creation of the Archangel Lucifer, and awed by such perfection It longed for a child of Its own; a child It could mentor and love, even as God loved His angelic children. The creation of such a child was forbidden without the knowledge and agreement of the other Primal Forces, but Death ached with the need for Its child and so It went in secret to God, asking for His assistance. God Looked into Death's Being, who allowed Him to see the need he had for a child, and Saw the desperate want that had driven Death to violate the ancient pact of the Primals. Sympathetic, He created Azrael, the Archangel of Death, with assistance from the Primal, who gave Azrael a deep connection to the Realm of the Dead.

Azrael was a joy to all who knew him, the adored little brother to Michael and Lucifer, eagerly learning all he could at the knee of his doting siblings and indulgent Fathers. And deep in the shadows, the unknown Mother watched her favoured son and smiled as she watched her hidden gift grow inside him.

When Lucifer rebelled, Azrael wept as his family tore itself apart before his very eyes. Heartsick and grieving, he begged his Fathers for a way to end the pain that tore at his tender heart. They took pity on their beautiful child, and offered him a new life; his memories sealed away until the Apocalypse began and he was needed once more.

And so Azrael fell, his Grace torn free and released into the world below. It scattered and drifted across his new home, unknown life forming where it touched. Creatures never before seen spread across the Earth, dragons and unicorns, magical races of all kinds; the first of their species waiting patiently for the return of the one they called Master, the Mother's gift shared equally amongst them.

Also formed were the beings that would become known as The Horsemen – four creatures who embodied Death, Famine, Conquest and War, and the Seven Deadly Sins. Locked away in the Lowest Realm of Hell, until their Master called them home when the Apocalypse began. The last fragment of Grace was sealed inside the Silaren tree deep in a hidden forest – yearning for the time it would be whole once more.

When Harry James Potter opened his eyes for the first time on the 31st of July 1980, he knew it would be his last human life before rejoining the Angelic Ranks. Unseen by the others in the room, the Archangel Uriel nodded to the newborn with a sad yet relieved look and disappeared.

Harry Potter had lived in Springfield, Ohio for a couple of weeks now, settling in and getting used to living somewhere where every house doesn't look the same.

He knew something was coming, but he didn't know what. He had been having strange dreams since he could remember, but the only problem he found was that every time he was about to hear the name the people in the dreams called him, the dream would cut off and change to a different scene. He suspected that once he knew the name the 'dreams', that were too vivid to be proper dreams, would all come to him. He also had dreamed of other places with different names and different times; the Colloseum as it ran red with the blood of the Gladiators, an American fighter pilot in WW2, and to his surprise, the construction of his beloved Hogwarts

A year after he had arrived at Springfield,Harry had become a researcher for the Hunters of the Supernatural, building a reputation on giving out quality information and establishing a network for the Hunter to use so they didn't have to worry about being tracked by the cops. He loved his life, content and happy with what he had built in the small house he now called home.

He should have known it couldn't last, but when he answered the call for help from a Hunter, he had no idea it was the beginning of the end for everything he held dear.