I sighed and ruffled my wings as I got up out of bed and looked from side to side. I growled and slammed my hand down on the alarm clock as it went off, and flung my covers off of me and onto the floor. I went into the bathroom and brushed my hair, smiling as I examined my appearance in the mirror. My hair was white with black streaks and black tips. I had two wings on my shoulders- one gray and one mechanical because the jerks at my orphanage had cut it off, somehow, even though my magic was covering it. I had sharp, venomous fangs (from my dad). Right now, my eyes were glowing angel gold, although when I was more demon than angel they glowed demon-blood red. I was also very beautiful.
"Azriel, you're late for class!" A voice rang in my head. It was Lyte, the unicorn spirit that my dad had given me as a spirit guide (as a gift) when I had been accepted into Hogwarts. He had been killed by Voldemort's servant when I was a first year, but my dad had already taken his soul from the body and given him to me because he knew that he was going to die.
"Be nice, Lyte." My other spirit guide, Shaede, the dragon, scolded. She had died many years before and served as my dad's faithful servant for a while before she was also given to me as a spirit guide when I was accepted into Hogwarts. A dragon hunter had killed her. I hated dragon hunters because of that, since Shaede was probably the nicest being I'd ever known.
I threw on some clothes and ran out of Gryffindor Tower. I shapeshifted into a unicorn, something that I could do because of Lyte's prescence, and ran through the halls to the dungeon. Holding my wand in my teeth, I barged into potions class and shapeshifted back into my half-angel half-demon form. I sat down at my stool and waited for instructions.
Snape looked at me angrily. "Azriel, do you have a good excuse for being late for class this time?" He asked coldly.
I hissed. "You can't even relate to my problems." I said truthfully. "You don't know what it's like to be born to the demon lord Apollyon and archangel Gabriel. You don't know what it's like to be half one race and half another, and be oppressed by both! You don't know what it's like to be raised by somebody that's not one of your dads and then she has to give you up because the angels hated you for being the result of an affair that your dad had with your other dad! So why don't you shut up and go back up to that board and teach us a bunch of stupid skills that won't do you any good in the real world because Voldemort is real and he's out there and you're a filthy, filthy Death Eater so you don't even care! My dad told me!"
Harry leaped up and cheered. He had always supported me when I told people the truth like this. He knew a lot, too, although I wasn't quite sure how he figured it all out. He was only human after all. Although Lyte and Shaede weren't angels or demons either, even if they'd worked for my dads, they knew a lot. So I really respected Harry and his friends, Ron and Hermione. They were in the same house after all.
"Harry's pretty hot." Lyte noted.
Shaede sent mental vibes of approval. "He totally is." She agreed.
"Hey, guys, you know that I'm ace when I'm more angel, we can discuss hot guys when I'm more demon and straight." I told them.
Shaede was about to make a snarky comment when Snape regained his composure after my lecture. "Five hundred points from Gryffindor for you, Azriel, and two hundred for you, Potter!" He screamed. "To the Headmaster's office, now, both of you!"
"I have so many problems you can't even relate to!" I shouted back as I stomped out of the classroom, Harry following close behind. He looked at me in surprise.
"So, how'd you become a witch since your dads are an angel and demon? Don't wizards and witches need to be human or at least have been human at one point?" He asked.
I nodded, and began to explain. "It's kinda hard to explain." I replied. "But my dad gave me to angel Azrael, the one who protects wizards and witches, and she gave me magic. My dad wanted her to protect me, you see, since rest of the Archangel Council would be pissed if they knew he fell in love with a demon."
He looked at me curiously. "But you still ended up on Earth despite that." He noted.
"Well yeah, the other Archangels found out. They felt the vibes of a Hell Princess- my official title is 'Princess of Heaven and Hell', actually- and threw me down to Earth." I continued. "Then I got put into an orphanage, where they abused me. They cut off my wing and somebody at Diagon Alley sold magitech prosthetic wings, which is what mine is. Works just like a normal wing, except it looks way cooler."
"That's pretty sweet." Harry replied. "You know, it's kinda interesting, I was abused by the Dursleys too, because my parents died. But I mean, your story sounds more tragic. I mean, it wasn't your parents fault they couldn't raise me. Mine openly defied Voldemort. I mean, I love them even if they're dead, but maybe if they just cowered down to him, they wouldn't have died and I could be normal and we could all be a happy family, a normal family. That would be cool."
"Yeah." I agreed. "But let's get to Dumbledore's office before Filch gets to us. I really don't want double detention. You know, I should just smite that idiot with holy fyre for being stupid. He's a squib, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it."
"How do you know too?" Harry said, his jaw agape.
I laughed. "Dad told me." I answered.
"Your dads sound cool." He said as we approached the door to Dumbledoor's office. With a trembling hand, I opened the door and we ascended the staircase where the headmaster was waiting to deliver our punishment.