This one I wrote because it rolled around in my head for three weeks before I broke and typed it out. I love Harry Potter and I love Supernatural, therefore I had to mash the two together.

The war had ended, but not without a heavy cost. Everyone cried when they buried their hero, except for those who were supposed to be his best friends. They did not even attend the funeral instead opting to go to Gringotts to get what they thought they had earned. When they learned that Harry had known what they were planning all along they were furious. He locked his vaults and told the Goblins to keep all his assets out of anyone's hands. So the two left with less than nothing, mostly because they were fined for trying to steal from a war hero.

Years passed as people went on their way and less people visited his grave. Then a shockwave sped across the earth and six foot underground glowing green eyes snapped open as life rushed back into him.

The dirt above him was blasted away and a pale hand grabbed the edge of the crater. With muscles that should have atrophied he drug himself up and collapsed in exhaustion. Rolling onto his hands and knees he panted and coughed. Then he realized he was alive and sat back in shock, looking at his hands.

"Bloody *cough* hell." He said. Then his chest heaved in pain, the green of his eyes completed bleeding out to cover the entire eye. He hunched over as pain spread across his back. There were two ripping noises as four black and white wings grew from his shoulder blades. They spread out, showing a wide wingspan and then as quickly as they appeared they folded tightly against his back and out of sight.

His eyes stopped glowing and returned to normal. He then became aware of whispers speaking through his mind. Most of them were a mess of jumbled words but there was one sentence that affected him the most. It was filled with happiness and pride and was accompanied by a vision of an older man being dragged from hell. The sentence was: "Dean Winchester has been saved!"

Harry Potter stood once more after three years and starred at the sky in confusion. He flexed his magic and felt a similar yet much more potent and powerful core encompassing his magic core. "So I have my magic, as well as something stronger. But what is it? And how long have I been buried?" He muttered. He shook his head, "I need to get to Gringotts." No sooner had he said that did he disappear in a fluttering of wings.

Luckily there was no one at Gringotts when he collapsed on the floor in dizziness at the new form of travel. A few Goblins noticed him and stiffened in shock. One of these Goblins ran off and disappeared deeper into Gringotts.

"Lord Potter?" A voice called to him and he looked up to see the bank director standing in front of him. "You do realize you are supposed to be deceased right?" Ragnok asked dryly.

Harry nodded, "Something tore me from where I was, I think. I don't even remember where I was for the last three years. I have only feelings from that time and nudges of what I'm supposed to do. I awoke only a few minutes ago with no idea how it had happened." He stated, clambering to his feet unsteadily.

Ragnok nodded, "It seems you are more than what you thought. Just yesterday we received a letter from an unknown contributor directed to you." The Director of the bank stated. He pulled the letter out of his jacket and handed it to the standing wizard.

The letter was pure white and had a gold seal with wings. Harry hesitantly opened it and his eyes widened at what it said.

My newest son Hariel. I have much to explain to you, and I suppose it would have been easier had I not removed our time together from your memory, but I had to due to safety reasons. You are undoubtfully confused, and rightfully so. First I must tell you that you are no longer a simple human wizard. You are much more than that now. You are an Angel, the youngest of all those in Heaven. You, Hariel, are my greatest achievement with my children. Michael and Lucifer, your older brothers, will not be happy to learn that there is a new player in the field, but they have both run amuck to long. I had hoped that they would grow up and learn from their mistakes, but it seems that they are causing more. I have given you the duty to guard a pair of brothers in America. The elder already has a guardian angel but the younger does not due to the fact that he was contaminated when he was younger by a demon. My newest son, I give you the duty to protect the brothers and guard the younger. I must also warn you that the Apocalypse has begun and urge you to prevent the death of Lilith. Goodbye my son and good luck.

The raven haired ex-wizard blinked in shock and then burned the paper in his hand. He stood there for a second in shock and then sighed, "It would seem that I am now no longer human." He stated.

Ragnok raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Then what are you?"

Harry lifted his head, his eyes glowing again as he accepted what he was, "I am an Angel of the Lord." He stated confidently, his two sets of wings flaring out behind him.