Summary: Thousands of years ago, there was an upheaval in heaven, casting Lucifer and his angels out of heaven. Some Repented and became God's Angels sent to help those gifted with unique abilities because of sin's effect on Creation. They are the Fallen Angels. When one is born as a Fallen Angel, they receive their abilities at age 15. Harry has come of age and finds a whole new race, a whole new culture, and a new family to call his own.

Author's Note: As I hate it when people completely screw up a religion's history and ideas (pretty much every anime ever when it comes to Christianity), I have tried to make this work as well as I can within the frames of both Christianity and Harry Potter. I cannot get everything correct, But I will do my best. Feel free to correct me if there is something blatantly wrong that I can fix (that won't screw up the story too badly; like I said, the Bible and Harry Potter aren't easy to combine so my universe is different from both).

This is not classified as a HP/Bible crossover as that just seems weird. Primarily because it's a religious text. And nobody would read it if it was in that section of this site. And we can't have that, can we?

Enjoy.

ANGELIC

CHAPTER ONE

Revelation 12: 7-9

Then war broke out in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon. The dragon and his angels also fought, but he could not prevail, and there was no place for them in heaven any longer. So the great dragon was thrown out — the ancient serpent, who is called the Devil and Satan, the one who deceives the whole world. He was thrown to earth, and his angels with him.

-Pre-History: Post-Heavenly Rebellion-

"So we are all in agreement then?" The circle nodded, a quiet murmuring spreading through them. The Head of the Circle quieted them, "Then it's settled. We will leave Lucifer's side." Someone stood and the Head nodded to him.

"Thank you Barak. I agree we must leave," the Fallen Angel started speaking, "But were shall we go?" He walked around the conspirators, "We all believe that Lucifer is not fit to be ruler or king or anything at all. But were would we go? Some people," he spared a glance one of the other Fallen who was watching him closely.

"Some people believe that we should go crawling back to God and beg him for forgiveness!" The Angel he was watching nodded and spoke as the crowd murmured.

"That would make sense as we were wrong. God is forgiving to those who are repentant of their sins and transgressions. He has judged us appropriately for our deeds; what should keep us from heading back to his presence?"

The crowd murmured as the former snarled, "I was not aware you had been called on to speak Asa!" He turned back to Barak, "May I continue?"

Barak sighed, "Yes Eyal, but keep your outbursts to a minimum?" Eyal nodded before turning back to the group gathered.

"Have we forgotten why we left? Have we forgotten why we left God's presence? Was it just because Lucifer persuaded us with his silver tongue? No! That is not why I joined the rebellion against God!"

One of them, near Asa, sprang up, "But it was my reason!" The Angel next to him looked up to him worriedly, "I joined this fight because I was deceived by Lucifer. I will head back to God. He is Omnipotent, Omnipresent! He knows all and is all powerful! He looked out for us!" He collapsed into his seat, head in his hands, "Why did I spurn His love and mercy?"

Asa could hear his friend Niv comforting the Angel as Eyal countered, "Well, for you then Osher, feel free to go back to Him! Feel free to flee! I will do no such thing! I will not join Lucifer in his Folly, but I will not go back to Him!"

Barak quietly commented, "But Eyal, that is Lucifer's Folly." Eyal became anger, about to retort when Barak held up his hand, "I will concede that not all of us here wish to return to God. By a show of hands, who wishes to? Remember, He will not recieve you bck unless you are truly repentent of your sins and transgressions against him."

Asa raised his hand along with others, such as Niv and Osher, as Barak counted. The Head finished before speaking, "13, including myself. So I assume the other 13 do not wish to go to our Creator?" The heads nodded before Barak sighed.

"Fine then. We shall leave in the hour. We must move fast, for while Lucifer is not omnipotent, he is certainly clever."

And so, the Fallen Angels escaped from Lucifer's side.

-July 31 1995-

"We have a situation M'Lord." Three red, muscled creatures knelt before the throne. Birds chirped peacefully in the meadows surrounding the Great Porch., the sun twinkling down onto the water of the lakes, shining off it. He breathed in the scent of the oranges in his orchard. The clouds were fluffy and white he noted as he ran a hand through his blood-red hair. It was a perfect day.

Was being the key word.

"What," The creatures shivered at the soft tone their Lord was using. It was that same, awful calm every time. That biting coldness deeply layered by control and will. "could ever be such a problem that you have to disrupt me on such a delightful day? I was just beginning to enjoy myself."

The middle one attempted to speak, "We-Well M'Lord, It-" Snap "GAAH-AAAOHFUCK!" It screamed in pain as their Leader lowered his hand from were he had snapped his fingers, sending pain coursing through his inferior's body.

"Fasinating. I believe I have released enough... stress. One of you two who aren't grovelling on the floor speak," he intoned as he brought a glass of Coke and took a long drink. Ah, Coke. He was glad he had discovered this nifty human drink. So much more satisfying.

"W-W-Well M'L-Lord, we've just received word. God has designated the next Heir to the Court of the People." The silence stretched before their Lord hummed as he thought.

"Another heir you say? How interesting, how interesting indeed. Those traitors still have their ridiculous Court still up and running? I had forgotten..." Those "Traitors" were of course the Fallen Angels that had gone grovelling back to God after the Heavenly Rebellion when they were cast out of Heaven.

It infuriated him to no end that they had mutinied against him. Sure, there were not many, but there shouldn't have been any at all. Then they had set up the Court of the People, a unification of all the races demonkind had affected in some way; from the diseases of Vampirism and Lycanthopy to the half-breed like the Merpeople, they protected them.

And the kicker was, God commissioned them to.

"So the new Heir to the Court has been anointed by... God," he spit the Creator's name out with hatred, "Well, tell me... another Fallen Angel?" They bobbed their heads.

"Through our men that have been spying on them, we know that the boy is the son of Asa, the 2nd Judge to rule the Court." Their Lord laughed out loud at that.

"Asa actually had a kid?! The man's a father?! HA, that's a laugh."

"He comes to his inheritance soon M'Lord. Today actually. Asa is about to leave to retrieve him. We have his location."

Silence.

"No no no, mustn't have that. No, not at all, that just won't do." He crushed his glass in his hand, before standing up, a cool breeze messing with his red locks. His eyes froze them still, an endless pool of freezing power, a vortex of unending oblivion.

"Kill the boy. Annihilate him, scatter his bones, tear his flesh, and burn what's left to ash. Take this offspring of a scumbag into oblivion. Destroy everything."

"Yes Lord Lucifer."

-A-

"I must say Asa, I'm somewhat impressed," Niv said with a small grin as he and his friend walked down the gleaming hallways of The Court. "I never expected you of all people to have a child! And then impersonating God's method of birthing His own Son! certainly creative!"

Asa shook his head at Niv, "That is not something any of us should joke about. And of course I didn't have sex with Lily you fool. She was married. Sex is to be had in the envelope of Holy Matrimony. And besides, she was not like Mary," he muttered as the walked out onto the gazebo of the Central Garden. "She wasn't a virgin."

Niv laughed and clapped his long-time friend on the back, "That's the spirit!" Niv put his hands behind his head as the two walked, ornate robes flowing around the two as the walked into the Central Garden, the notes of music drifting over to them.

Oh, We're half-way there!

Woa-Oh! Livin' on a Prayer!

Take my hand and we'll make it I swear!

Woa-Oh! Livin' on a Prayer!

The melodious voice caused Niv gain a small smile, "Osher picks the most interesting songs." Asa nodded in agreement.

"Hints of religion, yet still that Rock he's grown fond of," Asa said as they approached the center where Osher was playing the song and singing along.

"It's why I love him," Niv said contentedly. He inclined his head and looked at his long-time friend, "Speaking of falling in love..."

Asa sighed, "We've been over this. I do not need to fall in love or form a bond. You've been bugging me about this ever since I stopped being the Judge of the Court of the People when I let Dori take over in 1446 BC. When are you going to let it go?"

Niv rolled his eyes, "When you realize that you need a partner in life! Especially since you're a father now!"

Asa shook his head sadly, "And that's the other thing. I'm a Father. A Father. I haven't been in my son's life since he was born. I told them of the blessing they'd be receiving. But Lily and James were a good couple, nice, a lovely woman and a nearly perfect dad and husband. Will he even want to have anything to do with me?"

Niv waited for his friend to compose himself. "You didn't do this right. We can all agree with that statement. But the thing is, he won't trust you. He won't want you in his life, especially since he's been named Heir to the the Court. But he will be receiving his inheritance today. It will be confusing, painful, and he needs someone who knows what's happening to guide him. You may not be wanted, but you're needed. Remember that Asa."

His friend nodded slowly, wiping a tear that threatened to escape off his eye, "Thanks Niv. I needed that reminder. I may have botched mine and his relationship for now, but I just need to press on and not screw up now."

The other nodded and grinned, "That's the spirit! Now go out there and find that son of yours!" Niv got really excited, quickly brushing his long blond hair back over his shoulder that got in his eye, "I get to the crazy Uncle! Oooooo, You have no idea how exciting that is! What was his name again?"

"Ziv," Asa said, a small smile forming on his lips. His baby may have been a raven like his father, but the light of his little boy's soul... was dazzling. Ziv. To be bright, radiant. That was his little boy.

Niv was freaking out, "Oooooo, Ziv, so cute! And it rhymes with Niv!" Asa gave him flat look.

"You remember that he's 15, correct Niv? I don't think he'll appreciate you freaking out over his "cuteness" very much. And he'll probably want to use his human name Harry for a while." Asa said humorously. Niv deflated a bit at that. Then he shrugged.

"Oh well, you win some and lose some. Now get going! At this rate, he'll have gone to school before you reach him!" Niv said, giving him a playful shove. Asa rolled his eyes at him but unfurled his six pairs of wings before launching himself at full speed into the sky, robes billowing behind him.

-5 days earlier: July 26 1995-

Harry worked diligently on his chores, heaving a sigh. How he wished something would happen. Sure he didn't want Voldemort showing up on his front step, but bloody hell. He was sick and tired of having to work the Dursleys and stay in their house. He wasn't in danger from anything except the people in the same bloody house as him!

What the hell was the Headmaster thinking?

And then they won't tell him anything! Merlin, He knew more about the Muggle news than the Wizarding one! And unless he was unaware, there wasn't a freakin' Dark Lord out to get him in the Muggle world!

Harry groaned as his Aunt yelled at him from inside the house, as he scratched the are around his shoulder blades. Something was funky with those as well. The whole area was tingly and he needed to scratch back there really badly, all the bloody time! And his hair had grown to the bottom of his neck!

He'd just have to deal with it. Like he's always had to.

Dammit, why couldn't summer be over?

-2 days earlier: July 29 1995-

Bloody hell.

Harry pushed the hair out from where it had fallen into his eyes. It had grown, and he meant grown. At the start of summer it was short, but now the bloody mess reached his waist!

Three days! It grew from the bottom of his neck to his waist in three bloody days! Who's hair does that?! Granted, he really did like it for some odd reason, it was soft, and it, well it just felt... right!

The area where the tingling was had numbed and the tingling had spread a bit through the rest of his back. What was happening to him? He sighed and used a brush to help his hair, contentedly doing this as he examined himself further.

What, why was the mirror blurry? What was up with his vision?!

He whipped off his glasses, gasping, as for the first time in his life, his normal vision was better without glasses! Yes!

He looked... pretty. He numbly noted this as he stared. Not girl pretty mind (though the hair helped that effect), it was more of a pretty boy type of pretty. Which was in some ways worse. His skin had paled and his hair was even blacker, the color of pitch. He eyes shone brightly besides these two contrasts.

All he could think was that, if he could, he'd screw himself.

Not to be narcissistic or anything! But he looked good, and even if he was a guy, he was a good catch, for a guy or a girl. Okay, seriously, what was up with all these bi-curious thoughts? He was firmly straight dammit! He had crushes on girls!

Harry shoved those thoughts to the edge of his brain and went back onto his life. He'd have to puzzle this out later. If he stayed any longer in the bathroom, loving Aunt Petunia would hell at him.

-Present day: July 31 1995-

PAIN. Harry's mouth opened in a silent scream as he tumbled off his bed, hands clutched into fists, his back arched as ripping sounds were heard from his backs. His toes curled as the agony racked his body, warm liquid flowing down from his back.

A quiet whimper managed to escape his treacherous lips as he desperately tried to keep his noise down so he wouldn't disturb his Uncle or Aunt. That would just make his -ughn- he convulsed again. It would just make his situation worse if his "relatives" stumbled in to yell at him while he was like this.

That was all the coherent thought he was able to make as the pain continued to rip him apart. The sound of ripping got louder as the tingling came back with a vengeance. He let out a few more whimpers of pain but managed to keep his mouth from leaking too much to the other occupants. But the pain.The pain wouldn't stop! It felt like his insides were being torn apart, his body ripping at the seams.

Dear God, what has happening to him.

-A-

Asa could feel his son's agony as their familial link connected for the first time. The familial link was something he had heard about from Dori. It was a link between a Fallen Angel and his offspring so they could know if their were alright. It was a highly prized ability for the Fallen to have as they were never safe from the demons that Lucifer sent out at them.

Guilt overtook him. He should've been there to help Ziv, Harry, is son through this. He was getting close now, for that he was thankful, just approaching the outside of London. He could comfort his little boy when he got there.

Then he felt it, eyes bolting open even wider. Oh Jesus No! He sped faster, beating his wings in an effort to get there faster. he could feel it, feel the danger; two demons were approaching the area where his son was when he was in pain and most vulnerable! Oh God, please save my son!

He rushed forward through the sky, praying all the while, "Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name..."

Please let him make it.

-A-

"The Heir is in pain," one of the two demons chuckled evilly. "Apparently becoming a Fallen Angel ain't a painless experience." His companion barely spared his cackling counterpart a glance before returning to what he was doing. The wards were complex and very well built. A very talented wizard must have put this up.

"This is ridiculous..." The demon muttered, "These wards have at least five different layers with dozens of alarms!" He began chanting, trying slip past the wards. The other demon raised an eyebrow at him.

"Just blow them down! We're demons for Lucifer's sake! What are human wards to us?!" The other demon paused to throw a glance at his "partner".

"You are a fool I see. He obviously is very important to the humans... the wizards. Just knocking down these things would call dozens to the brat's aid. Even if we could kill them all, there'd be enough time for the Fallen Angel to get here before we off his offspring. We need to be careful."

The first sighed, "Guess you're right." The other nodded, "Now let me concentrate." Runes lit up the invisible wards as the Demon chanted, calling on the power of his Lord to slip past these man-made wards. A small hole opened in the wall of the ward, much to the delight of the first demon.

"Thank you Gideon," The first said as he slipped through the hole. Gideon quickly followed through before it closed, "Whatever Hersh." The walked quickly up to the door and broke it down. Yells came from inside the house as a large portly man hurried down with a shotgun.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" The fat man roared at them. He blinked drinking in their appearance. The demons weren't like you'd expect. They looked like normal humans, save their two red horns and their bat-like wings and black robes. The fatso suddenly recovered.

"FREAKS! MORE OF YOU! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE! YOU-YOU-YOU ALL CANNOT JUST BUST DOWN OUR DOOR BECAUSE YOU CAN WAVE STICKS ABOUT YOU DEMENTED FREAKS!"

Hersh grinned at the raging man as Gideon winced, muttering something about humans being too loud. "Well, Mr-?" "VERNON DURSLEY." "Mr. Dursley, normally you'd be correct and normally a shotgun would be enough to stop a person." A wicked grin came over his face, causing Vernon to step back a pace in fear.

"You see Mr. Dursley, you were right about about that demented part. You see, I am simply one hell of an assassin."

Splurt. Vernon blinked dumbly, numbing over as he looked at his chest in horror. He hadn't even seen him move, hadn't even seen the man lodge his hand into his chest. He weakly sputtered as Hersh ripped his hand out of the fat man's chest, blood running down the demon's arm and spilling out of his chest.

His shirt was soaked with the warm liquid, his wall soaked as he fell against it, a streak of crimson coating where he slid down it. He settled in his blood, eyes glazing over, breaths few as he wallowed in his own crimson pool, his last moments on the planet. He stopped.

Vernon Dursley was dead.

Hersh laughted maniacally as Gideon sighed, "You are much too messy. And Sebastion is going to hate that you ripped off his catch phrase." Hersh sneered.

"His fault for getting bound to another demon for all eternity." Gideon shrugged as they began moving upstairs. They heard a yelp and a door slam as they got up to the second floor. Hersh glanced to Gideon, who shook his head.

"The Heir is in another room. We can deal with the two humans after we eliminate him." Hersh nodded and the two moved on to the right door, where they could hear whimpers of s tortured soul behind it. They broke the handle and opened the door eager to see inside.

-A-

Shit. They were in his son's house! Asa could see the house, see the window to his little boy's room. Asa began chanting, "Pater, ad illos, qui mala mihi! Circumda et funem aureum per circuitum, ut et ut libera! Quod caelum funem!" [1]

From his hand launched a line of gold, racing ahead of him, "Duas iniquitates!"[2] It split into two, shooting towards the window where his son and the demons were.

-A-

Voices. Voices were down the hall. Harry whimpered. He had woken them up, he could hear his Uncle's yelling. He convulsed again as the pain racked his body. It was getting btter! His hands stayed fists as tears threatened his vision. It still hurt!

His door creaked open, the light flooding onto him. He could see the crimson that had dripped from his lip now from where he had bit it, now finally tasting the metallic taste of blood. And turned his head a bit and saw two people. Where those wings?!

-A-

Standing above him, Hersh leered at the Heir, "Such a weak thing." He took out his sword and brought it up over the boy's head, "It's been a pleasure young heir. Not."

"SHIT! LOOK OUT!" Hersh looked up as two beams of light grabbed him and Gideon and pulled them out through the window.

"No! The boy-!" Hersh shouted in rage as his sword clattered down next to the trembling heir while he flew through the night sky. Then he heard it, a chant drifting over the wind.

"Nos, populus urbis vita, obsecro te, deus noster, quod est Christus: Deus, me instrumentum pacis, Ego statuam iustitiae fides amnem, In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Laminas Lege Manentum Sagittis!" [3]

Hersh's eyes widened. No! It couldn't end this way, not to him, This can't be his end-!

Thunk.

-A-

Asa flew onto the window sill, heart racing. There he was, in a pool of blood-! No! He flew to his son, crying out to him. He wrapped his arms around him and felt his struggle, felt him tremble. Oh God,he was alive. Relief washed over him as he cried, hugging Harry close to him. He hadn't failed, his son was alive.

Harry was alive!

Asa laughed and he cried, head resting onto his son's, tears streaming down his face as his son stiffened at a stranger's embrace, "Don't worry Harry, daddy's here. Everything is all right; I won't let anything happen to you. You're safe now," He said as he hugged his son tightly, feeling his son relax as the last of the boy's energy left him. "You're safe."

Asa laughed through his tears. He couldn't help it, his firstborn, his only son had survived! Praise God, praise the Lord! Asa laughed and sang one of the Psalms as Harry fell asleep from exhaustion, praising that his baby boy was still alive.

"Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord, my soul.

I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.

He is the Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them—

he remains faithful forever.

He upholds the cause of the oppressed and gives food to the hungry.

The Lord sets prisoners free, the Lord gives sight to the blind,

the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the Lord loves the righteous.

The Lord watches over the foreigner and sustains the fatherless and the widow,

but he frustrates the ways of the wicked.

The Lord reigns forever, your God, O Zion, for all generations.

Praise the Lord." [4]

So, tell me what you think! First Fanfic, so please don't burn me with fiery flames! But do be sure to Review, Review, Review! Let me know if I missed anything in my proofing please!

As an aside, I do not know if the Latin is right since I used Google translate. If you happen to know Latin and I did do it wrong, please let me know wht it should say in Latin.

~TheOne

[1] "Father God, bring those who do evil to me! Wrap around them a rope of gold to ensnare and deliver! Heaven's Rope!"

[2] "Two Transgressors!"

[3] "We, the people of the city of Life, beseech you, ur God, as Christ is just, Oh God, let me be an instrument of your peace, I am a pillar of justice, A blade of faith. In the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Law Abiding Holy Shot!" (And Yes, this is a very clear reference to an anime; guess which one!)

[4] Psalm 146: 1-2 , 6-10