In Which Heads Roll and Prophets Rule

Harry Potter

Harry shuffled past the crumbled gate of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a bundle in his arms leaking blood with each step. His thoughts were still in the now-destroyed clearing. He had killed humans. As evil as they were, the Death Munchers were still his Father's beloved creatures. "Father…did I do well? Were my actions according to Your will?" Harry whispered as people started coming out of the castle.

"Harry?" Neville asked, standing on a pile of rubble as he came forward. The boy-turned-man seemed to sense that aura of suppressed power radiating from the fallen angel. "What happened?"

More people were coming out of Hogwarts. Most looked shocked, but Harry couldn't tell if it was because he was alive or it was because of his appearance. His clothes were singed and covered with blood. It was the same with his face, and his glasses—not that he needed them now—were missing. Ron and Hermione were staring at him with almost anger. Were they mad at him because they believed that he still had a horcrux in his head? "The snake is dead," Harry spoke loud enough so everyone could hear him. "And so is Voldemort." He unwrapped the package in his arms and let its contents fall to the dusty ground in front of him.

A scream rang out. There was Voldemort and Nagini—well, their heads anyway. Where their eyes used to be had been replaced by burned holes, as they'd seen Harry's true form. He stepped over the heads like they meant nothing and entered the Great Hall, which was where they were healing the injured and keeping the dead. Harry's heart wept as he pasted his fallen friends but he kept a straight face as he looked for someone. Finally, he spotted Draco in the back corner of the Hall.

"Draco," Harry said as he approached the Dragon. "Before you hear it from someone else, I'd like to offer my condolences on the passing of your father. Your mother is waiting for you at your manor house. There is a useable floo in the Headmaster's office if you wish to use it."

The blonde looked shocked for a second before regaining his familiar sneer. "And how do you know he's dead, Potter?"

"Because I'm the one who killed him." Harry left him standing there, intending to go back to the dorm in Gryffindor tower so he could rest. These new memories were…exhausting. He hadn't even gone through a third of them and each scrambling for his attention. Flashes of memory started to dance across his vision—

"They're a bit overwhelming, are they Harry?" Harry turned around to see…Luna? "The memories, I mean."

There was something about her name that was striking a cord with him…but the theory was ridiculous… "Are you a prophet?" Luna nodded. "Then shouldn't your archangel be smiting me right now?"

"Nope, because you are my archangel. Your Father told the angels that I already have a protector. You." Harry snorted with a smile; that sounded like his Father. He tried to take a step forward, but his legs buckled, making Luna catch him before he hit the ground. "I'll take you back to my dorm so you can get some rest. Wacspirts can be very tiring for someone inexperienced in dealing with them and for some reason, I don't see the Gryffindor room as being particularly welcoming."

They shuffled down the broken hallways of Hogwarts. Seeing the building that had been a home to Harry in such a state was depressing, as were the splashes of blood everywhere. Harry and Luna walked in silence, each lamenting the loss of the beloved castle. Finally, as they were near the Ravenclaw common room, Harry asked the question that had been bothering him. "Luna…do you know why I didn't burn out my body when I revealed my true form to the Death Munchers? I thought only my true vessel could stand that kind of damage."

"It's true," Luna agreed. "If you were normal. But you never really have been normal, have you Harry?" They both laughed. "I believe your Father made this body for you so you wouldn't have to use your true vessel. It would be a bit inconvenient since he would never say yes to you and you'd burn out a normal vessel every couple of months."

By now they were at the Ravenclaw door. The door knocker asked, "What is at the beginning of the end, at the end of time, and is in the center of new?"

"The letter 'e'." Luna answered confidently. The door opened into the beautiful blue and bronze common room and Luna haft-carried Harry inside. "Our dorm rooms don't let anyone in but current Ravenclaws in them, so you'll have to sleep down here." She explained as she carefully laid the sleep deprived archangel on the couch. Harry nodded dully, eyes already drifting shut.

The last thing he heard was, "Goodnight, Harry. I'll make sure the Nargles don't bite."

**{MS}**

"Michael, Lucifer," Lucifer looked up at his Father to see Him holding two little bundles. Michael appeared behind him and both brothers looked at their Father. "These are your new brothers, Rafael and Gabriel." Father handed Rafael to Michael and Gabriel to Lucifer.

Lucifer stared at the little child in his arms. He had brown hair that looked like feathers and his small eyes were closed in sleep. "It's a baby." He said, surprised. "Do we take care of them?" He asked his Father, looking at Michael who was trying to hold a squirming Raphael.

"Yes, you are." His Father responded with an amused smile.

Lucifer's smile could have lit up the dark side of the moon. "Thank you, Father!" He hugged little baby Gabriel to his chest. "I'm gonna call you Gabby, okay? I'm your big brother, Lucifer, but you can call me Luci."

**{MS}**

"Damn it!" The red head clenched her fists tighter around the handles that controlled the airplane. It couldn't be out of gas! She wasn't at the checkpoint yet! She spared a parting glance at her navigator as the engines sputters to a stop. The plane began to drop rapidly, shaking hard enough to rattle their bones. The red head locked her arms and gritted her teeth as she pulled up, trying to keep them aloft. One last thought crossed her mind as the plane hit the water.

"At least I got to fly."

**{MS}**

"What do you think you're doing!?" Lucifer cried out, in shock and scared. Two of the elder angels were holding one of the fledglings out over the Earth, threatening to throw him out. "Put him down now!"

The two angels—Zachariah and Uriel—looked terrified at his presence and immediately did as Lucifer said, putting the trembling, young angel down. "Answer my question," he snarled. "Now!"

It was Zachariah who answered, acting pompously and self-righteous. "We were practicing aerial maneuvers that Michael taught us, and he laughed because we had gotten a part wrong since he was distracting us. So, we figured that if he was so good at flying, then flying out of Heaven should be nothing to him."

Lucifer stared at them incredulously. "That doesn't even make sense! Just get out of my sight! I'll deal with you two later!" The two scurried off, leaving Lucifer alone with the sobbing fledgling. "Hey. It's okay now, they won't hurt you. Will you tell me your name?"

"B-Balthazar…" he choked out, grey eyes watery with tears.

Lucifer smiled. "Nice to meet you, Balthy. I'm Lucifer."

**{MS}**

A man was dragged to the foot of a tree, screams of others in pain echoing around him. With a smirk, the man looked up at the guards and asked, "If you don't mind, crucify me upside down. I am nowhere near worthy enough to die the same death as the Son of Man."

**{MS}**

Lucifer paced back in forth muttering to himself. "Idiotic humans… Ripping apart my family…" He was trembling with anger and wounded pride. How could his Father ask them to care for animals more than Him? It was impossible! They were so…imperfect, so flawed! Already they were beginning to destroy his Father's creations in the name of false gods! How are they more worthy of his love than his Father!?

Lucifer ran his hands through his long, black hair. He knew there were angels who agreed with him. Maybe if he got them all together in protest, his Father would rethink having the humans on Earth…

He rubbed his eyes with his hand. But that was rebellion! But…if it would save the Earth… Lucifer sighed. He needed to talk to Michael. Maybe he'd help him with what he needed to do.

**{MS}**

The pilot gritted his teeth as he pulled his plane into a downward spiral to avoid enemy fire. Stupid Nazis! Without warning, his right engine was shredded by bullets, destroying it. As he went out of control, a single tear leaked out of his eye. At least he did his part.

**{MS}**

Harry woke up confused in the Gryffindor common room. He was sure he'd fallen asleep with Luna in her common room… "So, this is your new home." Harry spun around to see James Potter smiling serenely. But Harry could now see past his initial form to the being underneath.

A grin glowed on his face. "Father!"

Reincarnations: Amelia Earhart, Peter, and WWII pilot. The poll on my profile will close after the 6th chapter, so it gives all of the 300+ followers time to vote. Also, THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE 300+ FOLLOWS! I didn't think this story would be that popular. Gabriel has been removed from the poll because I thought he would make a better brother to Harry than a lover.

Next up: Character bashings and magical tattoos. Yeah, I don't get it ether.