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.
ANGELIC
CHAPTER 4
But every spirit who does not confess Jesus is not from God. This is the spirit of the antichrist; you have heard that he is coming, and he is already in the world now.
1 John 4:3
-April 30, 1945-
"Oh Alciel," The Albino Demon hurriedly came over to His Lord's side and quickly bowed his head as he stood to his left. Lucifer glanced over at his second in command before glancing back over to the ruins of the once-glorious capital of the Third Reich that was now laid bare. His piercing eyes looked over the destruction, till a smirk came on his face.
"How is my son Alciel? His pawn has finally managed to break my dear boy's hold on him. An impressive feat. An Imperius cast by the Elder Wand is not an easy thing to break free from... even if he only committed suicide in the end."
The demon nodded, "Your son sent a message for you. He has abandoned his host. The man lost to some wizard known as Albus Dumbledore and is now imprisoned. The entire network that had been set up collapsed promptly afterward, so he saw no use in staying in him."
"Hmmm, quite sad. That host was quite the promising young lad- thinking he was fighting for the 'Greater Good'. Honestly, humans are so easy to tempt into doing evil. What was the boy's name again?"
"Gellert Grindelwald, m'Lord." Alciel watched the Morning Star chuckle and begin to walk down the hill into the burning rubble of Berlin.
"Yes, that was his name. Did you know I managed to tempt that Albus character into falling in love with him?" At seeing Alciel's surprised face, Lucifer laughed, "Oh yes, it was so much fun! Tempting one of the world's most promising young wizards to not only believe in Gellert's whole 'Greater Good' mantra, but to then have him fall for the boy!"
Satan's gaze hardened, "It is truly too bad that Dumbledore went and grew a conscience... and then a spine. I would have loved to have loosed my terror on the Earth." Lucifer stopped next to a crumbling building and looked up at the sky, towards Heaven, eyes darkening.
"But it seems that old fool decided to buy the world some time before our final showdown. Though I guess it makes sense, as He told His followers that His Chosen People would become a country again before my son manages to rise to power."
Alciel nodded in agreement and was about to speak- but stopped as a young teen walked out from the shadows. He wore sandals and a black tunic, both of the Ancient Greek design, with a obsidian crown of thorns nestled in his mop of blood red hair. His face bore a broad smile as Alciel shuddered at the sight of the boy's glassy and dead-looking eyes.
The boy looked over to Lucifer, "Hello there Father."
-August 1, 1995-
Harry stirred from his sleep, groaning slightly. He sleepily looked over to the side, where his Father Asa laid. He hadn't thought that Angels needed sleep, but apparently they did- or at least didn't mind if they could. The black haired boy managed to untangle himself from his... Father's embrace without waking the being up.
He sighed as he moved over to a nearby door and gently opened it. Excellent, the bathroom. Harry stumbled into it and turned on the faucet. He got some water and splashed some on his face to wake himself up. The raven looked himself over tiredly.
His hair was a mess. It was all the way down to his waist, and wasn't like his.. Dad's hair that looked like something an Elf would have from that Muggle Author's series. His was thicker, bushier, and a helluva lot of maintenance. If it wasn't for the fact he liked it, he'd get it cut.
The teen was momentarily distracted by the fact that he didn't have any wings on his back. Yet he distinctively remembered having at least four last night. Where did they go? Harry turned his back to the mirror and moved his hair out of the way so he could examine his back some more.
There he saw what looked like four slits in his skin that had sealed up. God- er, damn, this whole thing was really happening! The shock of all the stuff that had happened was finally wearing off and reality was just sinking in. He wasn't human! His Dad was an Angel! What the hell was up with his life?!
First his parents get offed, then he gets shipped off to the Dursleys where he is- in essence -was abused! Then his life finally begins to look up when he's told he's a wizard... only to have a Dark Lord out for his blood!
Harry could feel the rage building up in him. Why was it life so unfair to him?! Why was he having to go through all this, all this crap every year-?!
"Z-Harry?" The raven turned around and saw Asa standing there, combing a strand of hair out of his face. "Son, is everything alright?"
Harry glowered at the man, "Absolutely dandy, sir, thanks for asking." Asa blinked in surprise.
"Harry, what's wrong? Why are you upset?" The teen seethed at that.
"What's wrong? What's bloody wrong! I'll tell you what's bloody wrong, my whole damn life, that's what!" A flash of surprise and hurt went over Asa's face. Harry continued yelling at him.
"I live most of my damn life thinking my parents are dead, I'm a freak, and nobody loves me! Then I find out I'm a wizard, which I think is a dream come true- only to find out my parents hadn't died in a car crash they had been straight. up. Murdered!" He roared, unable to think as he went on his rant.
"I also find out I'm famous for something I didn't have any damn control over, everyone thinks they know me when all they know is what their mind made up for them, my friends are finicky and bossy, my godfather is on the run for something he didn't do, and worst of all I've been attacked and nearly died almost every school year!"
His magic was whipping around him, flinging nearby towels to the ground. "And then you." Harry spit out, "You, my real father, just let's me suffer through it all, let's me live with abusive magic-haters, don't even tell me you exist, don't visit, don't even send a bloody letter!"
Hurt filled Asa's face, but Harry pushed whatever guilt he felt aside, "Where were you?! My Defense teacher has nearly killed me every year! Quirrell had Voldemort stuck on the back of his garlic-perfumed head! A freaking Basilisk had a nice little romp around the school and petrified four people, including a ghost!"
The teen pushed a finger into his father's chest, catching the man by surprise and making Asa stumble back a bit. "Why now?! Why wait 15 years before coming and seeing if I was alright! Why didn't you come when I was injured after nearly having my soul sucked out of me by Dementors, or when Cedric was killed in front of me!"
Tears threatened Harry's glistening eyes, but he plowed on, "Why weren't you there for my letter, my birthday, my first year, my first Quidditch match-?! Why weren't you there when I was younger to tuck me in, to say goodnight, to tell me you loved me! Why did you leave me to cry myself to sleep at night with no food because I accidentally performed magic in front of my aunt and uncle?"
Both of them were crying now, but Harry couldn't stop, "Why did you abandon me without seeing if I was alright?! Why didn't you want to check on me- why! Why didn't you love me enough to visit?" Tears were streaming down Harry's face. "Why?" Asa looked away, "Tell me! Why didn't you, why weren't you-!"
"Because I thought I had made a mistake!" Harry froze and Asa looked horrified those words came out of his mouth. The teen's mind went numb, "My Lord, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I didn't mean for it to come out like that-"
"It's okay. Cause that's what you thought wasn't it? That I was a mistake. An accident."
"Oh God, no, no no no, That's not what I meant So-"
"I'M NOT YOUR SON!" Asa jerked back, eyes filled with hurt as if he had been stabbed, "My parents were Lily and James Potter who DIED defending me! Not you!"
"Please, Harry, I'm sorry, let me explain-!"
"There's nothing to explain! You've made yourself clear that you haven't wanted me!" A choked noise came from the Fallen Angel. Harry marched over to their door, and flung it open, "Might as well leave before I become a burden again, huh?"
"No! No, please Harry-!" The teen felt the older being place a hand on his arm. He jerked away from it.
"No! I don't want to hear your excuses! I don't want anything to do with you!" With that, Harry dashed from the rooms, tears flying from his eyes, not hearing Asa's desperate pleas behind him, not hearing the Angel fall to his knees and break down crying.
He didn't notice. He didn't care.
He just wanted to be alone.
-A-
"Are you sure that they'll be alright Alter?" Osher asked worriedly as the four of them walked down the hallways of the Palace of the Court. The gaunt looking Angel to his left nodded in affirmation.
"Vampires have always been resilient. Even with their decreasing rights, they are carrying on. I will continue to watch over them diligently." Osher nodded thoughtfully, before an arm wrapped around his shoulders from his right as Niv pulled him close.
"Stop worrying love! They'll be alright. And with Asa's son here now, everything is looking up!" Osher smiled back at his grinning mate. The last Angel walking with them glanced over at them.
"Asa has a son? I didn't know; he doesn't seem like the type after not having one for nearly six millennia." Niv snorted at that comment.
"Come now Maayan, not all of us are like you, eloping right away! Me and Osher haven't had any children!" Alter sighed from his spot.
"That's only because you didn't finally get together until the 1950s. Honestly, you guys dated on and off for nearly four millennia! That has got to be the longest on again, off again relationship I have ever heard of!" Niv stuck out his tongue at the other Angel.
"Yeah well, at least we haven't done it in the Judge's Sanctuary!" The solemn looking Alter's cheeks suddenly blushed.
"That was only one time, and it was during-!" They all stopped as sobs were heard out in the nearby terrace. They all shared looks and quietly moved to see who it was.
Ziv was sitting there on the steps looking out across the lush gardens, shoulders shaking with what were probably his sobs. The heart-wrenching sobs could be heard from where they were.
"Who's that?" Maayan asked curiously. Osher didn't take his eyes off the teen but murmured back his answer.
"Asa's son Ziv. I think his Human name was Harry. He was resting in Asa's quarters with him yesterday." Alter sighed and they all looked over at him. The Angel rolled his eyes.
"I think it's fairly obvious that Asa botched his introductions to his son. And since Asa isn't the type to be angry or heavy-handed, especially with his first-born, I doubt it was intentional." Maayan agreed, seeing where Alter was going with this.
"The poor boy probably was just overwhelmed," Maayan said sadly, "And if he's already been through a lot..." He trailed off, keen eyes looking the newest addition over. "Frankly, I think he looks too ragged to be well cared for. Either he lived on the streets or was abused."
Niv and Osher shared a look as Maayan continued, "If that's the case, I bet he wasn't happy that some guy literally swooped in and claimed to be his father. It's probably a lot to take in."
Niv hummed his agreement. Osher sighed, "I'll go talk to the kid. Niv," His mate looked over at Osher, "You're Asa best friend. Knowing what I do of Asa, he's probably beating himself up for this. Go find him and make sure he's alright." Niv nodded and went off to Asa's rooms.
Alter and Maayan looked at each other before turned back to Osher, "We'll probably just be in the way. We'll go. Make sure the kid's alright, okay?" Osher gave them a small grin and began to walk over to the boy.
The teen didn't move as Osher sat next to him. Osher was silent for a few moments before speaking up, "Weather's nice. Not that it's too surprising in all honesty; we haven't had a bad day in nigh five decades."
Ziv sniffled and glanced over at Osher for a moment before going back to the way he was. Osher gave him a glance as well, "Could always be worse. It could be raining. Though some people tell me that it's better for it to be raining when you want to cry. I dunno. I hate rain with a fiery passion."
The black-haired boy chuckled softly, "What are you doing?" Osher flashed the boy a grin.
"Well, my mate always said that the best way to get someone out of the blues, it's best to make them laugh... or engage in small talk. And since I don't possess the pure... silliness my mate has," Osher said this with a chuckle and Ziv let a small smile appear, "I figured that I should engage in something besides humor."
"She sounds like a nice person," Ziv said, finally looking at Osher. The Angel grinned.
"Yes he is," Osher said, chuckling at Ziv's surprised face, "My mate is male. Niv is the best, he really is. He's funny, silly, a tad melodramatic, and the nicest Fallen Angel I know." Osher smiled contentedly, "He disagrees and says I'm the nicest, but who's keeping track?"
Ziv smiled, "You guys sound happy together. That's good." Osher nodded and then looked over at the boy next to him.
"So what's up? I think I know what happened, but I don't want to push you." Ziv looked away and Osher frowned. "Ziv-"
"Harry." He heard the teen mutter quietly, "My name's Harry." Osher nodded, taking mental note.
"Of course. I'm sorry, that's the only name I know." Zi-Harry looked over at him.
"You knew about me?" Osher sighed sadly.
"Well, yesterday I did. I didn't hear that you existed until then. My mate has known since you were conceived." Harry's eyebrow rose at that. Osher grinned at him, "Niv is Asa's best friend. As soon as he and Lily conceived you, Asa came back and talked to Niv."
"Why? Cause he thought he made a mistake? That's what he told me." Osher looked at the teen with disbelief.
"He said that?" Zi-Harry nodded, and Osher sighed and rubbed his temple. "Asa is eloquent sometimes, but sometimes he just fails totally. Technically that's true, but that's not the full story."
Harry let out a bark of laughter, "Oh? Oh, I'm sorry, how is that not all that needs to be said, exactly?"
The elder Angel sighed, "Listen Z-Harry, Asa was unsure he had done the right thing because he has never had another child. He was well known amongst us for being the "virgin" of us Fallen Angels. Even me and Niv have been dating for a while, even if we haven't had any kids yet."
"Asa, Asa hasn't been in any relationship since Creation. Almost all Angels are created as adults, with very few exceptions. And none of those of us who are Fallen Angels were amongst those who were created as teens, so Asa has never had a Father-Son relationship with anyone."
"It's a bit hard to have one with God, especially after you rebel against him at least once. After all, He may love us like children, but we're also Soldiers, Worshipers, and Servants. We were created to serve and assist Him in guarding the cosmos and the rest of his creation."
Osher got a far-away look in his eyes and Harry waited until the older being started again, "As if that wasn't hard enough, Asa has always been a sort of loner. Everyone here likes him, but he's still not good friends with everyone just because he's not the social type."
The Angel chuckled, "It's actually a bit funny that his best friend would be the social butterfly that's Niv. My mate is always trying to get Asa out of his shell, but he just is unsure on how to deal with people in general." Osher looked Harry in the eye, putting his hands on his shoulders.
"He thought that he had made a mistake, because he knew he wasn't great with relationships and he had never had a father or another son. He is flying blind in this, just like you are, so he was worried he'd hurt you and be a terrible father."
Harry sadly smiled, "Well, that's too bad... As that's what he's become. A terrible father."
"Yeah, he's screwed up royally. But listen Harry; he's thought about you for years. He's just never had the courage to own up to his mistakes. It took a push for him to even visit you, that then became an impromptu rescue mission."
Osher leaned back, "He's realized he's messed up. But he truly loves you and wants to fix his mistakes. He wants to be your father- but he has no experience in being one. He needs you to listen to him just as much as you need to hear it. It won't be easy, but nothing worth anything in life is. Just... Just give him a chance."
Harry was quiet, head down, bangs shadowing his face. Osher waited with baited breath as Harry looked back up.
"Alright. I'll listen."
And cut! Whew, finally! This was the shortest chapter I've written so far, but it was probably the most draining. I tend to tap into a bit of the character's feelings while I write scenes like these, so writing stuff like this can take a lot out of me. I just hate sadness, it's so annoying.
That's why I'm around dearest brother! Just to make sure to turn my favorite twin's frown upside down!
*Twitch* Thank you Will. What did I say about interrupting me while I'm writing?
...That I should pummel you with water balloons?
...ANYWAYS, thank you all for reading! Please review-
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