Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Angel Sanctuary
Fairly AU crossover between Harry Potter and Angel Sanctuary, whereby Harry is a reincarnated Angel.
The Harry that existed in his Dreams was much different from the Harry of Reality.
Dream Harry was older, tireder. He was seeped in Regrets and Sorrow and Want that Real Harry couldn't understand, all hidden behind a self-serving, hedonistic mask of uncaring cruelty; heavy-lidded dark eyes regarding the anguished faces of his loved ones under thick lashes and cigarette smoke, appearing supremely disinterested while his heart twisted like a wash-cloth in his chest.
Real Harry loved Dream Harry, even if he wasn't real, offering the uncomprehending sympathy of one who knows something horrible had happened without knowing enough of the world to comprehend what that horrible thing was.
Still, like Real Harry, Dream Harry was surrounded by people he couldn't trust, who would hurt him given the chance, and Real Harry learnt how to deal with people from the Dream Harry because he couldn't rely on the Dursleys to help him understand people.
Real Harry loved Dream Harry very much.
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By the time Harry was seven, the Dreams had ebbed off into distorted impressions that were more emotion and blurred light than anything else.
He often dreamed of flying on long black wings, instilling a calmness in him that soothed any anger he felt at the world.
Harry knew how to fight like second nature, so no one ever tied to bully him after he put his cousin Dudley into something called 'traction'. The policewoman (who was very nice) softly chatted to him about why he would do something like that to his family while they waited for the Dursleys and other police officers to finish talking with the people in suits.
"He is not family." Harry remembered saying, an odd presence pushing him to speak. "Family does not hurt each other."
The policewoman had frowned and knelt down. "And does Dudley hurt you often?"
Harry had looked her in the eye, something he never did to adults, and said. "Not as much as Uncle Vernon does."
The policewoman had smiled oddly and given him a minty before going over to speak to the man in the suit. He vaguely heard the words 'psychologist', 'child services' and 'abused'.
He was taken away from the Dursleys after that and never heard from them again, though he spent a long time in a hospital full of bright colours and nice nurses.
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When Harry turned eleven, he was at summer camp for the gifted.
Harry was extremely gifted in anything that had to do with fighting and tactics, was a junior regional champion in fencing, and was partway through year ten academics by correspondence.
He was expected to finish years eleven and twelve in the next school year. He had already been offered places at both the military and law enforcement.
Harry had heard that a large, rough looking man had tried to enter the camp looking for him and was on his guard when the tall man in a sleek black suit and shoulder-length black hair came to see him.
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Professor Snape regarded the boy who had caused unspeakable disruption in the Wizarding World, resulting in Albus Dumbledore being stripped of several of his titles (including all the titles regarding children) when a woman from muggle child services had commented to her wizard older brother from S.S&W. Solicitors that she had worked on a case involving a boy called Harry Potter. As S.S&W. had been the Potter's Solicitors for more than fifty years and had been assured Harry had not been sent to his Aunt's home, a full investigation and many lawsuits had followed.
Severus had had his fair share of working with abused children, and he could clearly see that Lily's boy was emotionally damaged, probably beyond repair. The side look given and the hooded dark green eyes as he regarded the imposing man was less child meeting scary stranger and more werewolf looking at something odd it had caught and was deciding whether to eat it or not.
Some small part of the wizard was tensely waiting for the boy to put the fencing rapier down.
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Headmistress Minerva McGonagall found something inherently tragic in the the dark, quiet, oddly beautiful child who had been Sorted into Ravenclaw.
It had been after the twelfth time in the first month he had been found wandering the castle after curfew and had stirred quite a bit of enmity from the older years that she had had to remove the House Point System. When she had announced it to the school (amidst mass uproar from the students) she had coldly informed the residents of the castle that not only would she no longer tolerate the frankly disturbing, bitter rivalry between the houses, but she would also not encourage a system that encourages the upper years to brutalise the fragile lower years.
Flitwick had been horrified when he found out that the three seventh year Ravenclaws she had literally thrown out the school gates in disgrace had put Harry Potter, someone all the teachers and prefects knew to be careful dealing with, in not the Hospital Wing, but the St Mungos Emergency Ward for losing seven hundred points in the first month.
After the massive stuff-up of Albus -no, Dumbledore - Minerva had been ignoring and stopping any attempt the man made to try to contact her or anyone in the castle. Fawkes, now known to the world not at Dumbledore's Familiar, but the Familiar of the School, had been assisting in this endeavour, burning any letters to pass onto the grounds before reaching their intended recipient.
She had also set up a mandatory mail check by the House Elves to remove Howlers and other detrimental or cursed objects. Anyone sending a Howler was sent a reply informing the sender that such behaviour was unacceptable and, unless they came to the castle for a hearing, none of their letters or packages would get through.
A list of possible classes had turned up on her desk at the beginning of the year. Thinking them over, Minerva had sent a survey to every student in the school to see what they would like to be taught, followed by a massive overhaul of the school system of Hogwarts.
On the subject of Mr Potter, once he finished his correspondence muggle courses, she didn't exactly expect him to remain in the school for more than three years as had already tested out of most of the First Year classes by the end of the second month.
And he still wandered after curfew.
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When Harry found the Mirror of Erised in an out of the way classroom, he had bought it from the school for more than it was worth.
His reflection was not of his parents, as most would think. Instead he was the barely remembered Dream Harry with straight black hair falling around his neck and jaw; pale, handsome face; black, heavy-lidded eyes with a black flame tattoo over his left eye and large black wings.
A short boy with violet eyes and wild blood-coloured hair was wrapped around his shoulders, large white-gold wings arched high and a dragon tattoo down the left side of his face. A beautiful, motherly woman with tumbling mahogany hair stood in the background, arms folded tolerantly, and three white wings folded carefully.
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Lucifer murmured sleepily in the back of his human host's mind.
The King of Hell has a surprising amount of protential as both Lucifer and Kira. The situation, given the stuff that happens in that manga, is actually pretty believable.
