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Remus and Sirius showed Raiden to their rooms, letting him sleep on a conjured bed in the living room because he refused to take either of their beds.

Raiden's 16th birthday was fast approaching, but he didn't want to tell Remus and Sirius what would happen. It was his changing day, as he was now a Black, he'd get some of Sirius's features, talents, and habits. As Aidan's 'son', he'd get the same things from him. But the fact that remained was an ancient bloodline, hidden in with the Potters. Not many had heard of it. 'Angels' for lack of a better name were supposed to have died out 100 years or more ago. Little did they know, the Potter line still carried the ability, you just had to know about it and how to access it.

Raiden told both of the men that it would be better to wait until he hit is magic maturation, which was normal on a witch or wizards 16th birthday, to begin real training. He had not even met the troops. Luckily, he had Sirius run messages to them, saying that he was not on the premises. He also sent instructions telling their latest instructor what drills to run. An example was the dodging drill. Another was simply doing exercises such as push-ups, pull-ups, running, sit-ups, and yoga, much to everyone's surprise. They also were instructed to be taught to meditate by Remus who learned from Raiden.

"So tomorrow is your birthday." Remus said, smiling slightly. Raiden swallowed nervously. They wouldn't be happy when they found out that he had neglected to tell them about the changes.

"Yep, I think it should prove to be very interesting," Raiden said. "Living with you two never runs out of strange occurrences."

Raiden had been in Sirius's and Remus's quarters and offices mostly, away from everyone. He had gone out a few times, as a muggle of course, just to get out. The battle had occurred almost a month ago, and Raiden's leg was slowly healing, though it was far from being battle ready again.

He had trained slightly in the men's private practice room, he also worked out, bench-pressing, stretching/yoga, weight lifting, and less strenuous activities that involved little or no leg usage.

That night, after Remus and Sirius promised that tomorrow they would celebrate like the never had before, Sirius getting hit soundly on the head by Remus when he said he'd make sure Raiden got piss drunk off of firewisky before his birthday was over.

Raiden went into his bedroom, which he got to decorate however he wanted when he officially lived there. The walls were dark blue, almost black, same as the ceiling, which was slightly different though. The ceiling had small silver stars and a moon crescent of course, painted on it.

Raiden stripped down to his boxers, knowing when the changes were complete his cloths would be ruined if he was wearing them. He sat down on his black covered bed and began to bed and began to meditate. At exactly 11:59 p.m. He felt the first stab of pain course though his body. "Shit," was all he could say before he began to scream as his whole body began to change. This was going to be a long night.

Remus awoke to screams, his werewolf enhanced hearing picking it up easily even through the hastily thrown up sound wards. He quickly woke Sirius who was sleeping in his room across the hall. They rushed to Raiden's room to find him curled up on the floor, whimpering in pain. Every few minutes he would let out a soul-wrenching scream of pain.

Sirius rushed to his godson's side, and held him in his lap. Remus though, looked at the clock, it was 12:15 a.m. Raiden had officially turned 16. It was then that Remus knew what was going on.

"Sirius, oh Merlin, you adopted him in blood and name, Aidan adopted him in love and family, he's also a Potter. All of these changes are literally tearing him apart and rebuilding him." Remus said, helping Sirius heave Raiden's still twitching and whimpering body onto the bed. They spent the next few hours holding him still so that he wouldn't hurt himself. It was right before dawn when his back split open, two wings were growing out of his back.

"Remus, are those wings?" Sirius asked groggily, almost asleep on his feet after spending the whole night awake.

"Yes Sirius, I do believe he has wings, and he knew this was going to happen too. That's what the wards were for. He didn't want us to do the exact thing we did, worry about him."

The wings suddenly disappeared, leaving no mark except a tattoo of black wings on his back, his panther tattoo slightly above it. The bed was covered in blood, sweat, and tears, but the changes were complete. Sirius and Remus levitated him to Remus's room, where they placed him on the werewolf's bed after using a cleaning charm to rid the teen's body of the same things that had covered his bed from the changes.

Raiden's face wasn't so round and boyish as was James; it was more chiseled, more defined, as was Aidan's. His hair reached his waist almost; it was silky and soft as was Sirius's. It wasn't wild like Potter's though, it was perfect. His skin had become slightly paler, almost the same shade as Sirius's. They wouldn't know, until he woke up, that his eyes weren't as bright and childish, for now they were flecked with silver, making them deeper and more beautiful.

The wings were a difference as well. They had disappeared for now, but the two wizards didn't know if they could or would come back.

Sirius fell asleep, holding his godson in his arms, while Remus slept in the chair he conjured next to the bed.

Sirius awoke to the smell of something really good. It was then he noticed Raiden was gone. He quickly woke up Remus and they followed the smell into the kitchen. There was Raiden standing at the stove without the use of crutches. He seemed to be taller and had more muscles than he had before, the ones that he had were better defined.

Raiden's scar on his back was also gone, leaving his pale flesh only marred by his tattoos and his curse scar on his forehead.

"Jeez Rai, you should be resting, I mean….." Sirius stopped in mid-sentence as Raiden sat food in front of him. He forgot all about what he was going to say and dove face first into his food. Remus wasn't as easily distracted though.

"What happened last night?" Remus asked even though he had a pretty good idea of what took place.

"My 16th birthday," Raiden simply answered.

"What about those wards? And not telling us, you can tell us anything, I mean hearing you scream like that took a few years off my life I think." Remus said, digging into his food. Raiden also began eating.

"Well, I'm used to taking care of my own problems," Raiden said, as he shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"How can you walk on that leg?" Remus asked, taking a sip of his coffee, wanting a pick up because he was still exhausted from staying up all night. "I mean, here Sirius and I are, almost falling asleep in out breakfasts," Remus paused, "never mind, falling asleep in our breakfasts is more like it." Sirius had fallen asleep, his head now resting on his clean plate.

"Well, my eh… new abilities include healing. I guess that took care of everything." Raiden said, standing up and stretching. He was still clothed in his boxers he noticed absently. Of course, they were all men here…..with that though, Tonks rushed in the door.

She skidded to a stop in front of the table, running smack into a chair which fell on Sirius's foot, waking him up. It was a heavy chair.

"Tonks, what's wrong?" Remus asked, standing up.

"There's an attack, Diagon Alley. There was a Hogwarts staff meeting being held at the time, we think the deatheaters are trying to get at the Potters." Tonks stated simply, it was then that she noticed Raiden. The fact that he was clothed in almost nothing came to her a second later, and she blushed crimson and tried to look away.

"Let's go, Tonks, tell the A team to get moving. Sirius, get dressed, you too….." Remus trailed off, seeing Raiden already dressed and ready to go.

"Angel." Raiden stated, he had figure out his new name early that morning.

"Yeah, Angel, you okay to battle?" Remus asked, throwing his robe on, which he summoned.

"I'll meet you there Alpha, just look for the guy with the wings." Angel said, wings sprouting as Remus, Tonks, and Sirius watched in awe. The window opened when Angel lifted his hand up to it. He jumped out, and Tonks screamed. As the three rushed to the window, they saw the teen flying away, black wings carrying him swiftly towards Diagon Alley.

Angel focused on his power ad then on his destination. He found himself just outside London's city limits. He was making good time. His pure white robe, trimmed in emerald green flowed around him. The picture of a black rose still adorned the back of the robe though.

Not many people were looking up at the sky, but the few that did reported seeing an angel or a large bird or something, flying over London at an almost impossible speed.

Just as he arrived, he saw a large number of deatheaters destroying all in their paths. A small bunch of wizards had up shield spells, but they weren't doing much good. The children were utterly helpless, not being able to appricate or use any magic. Screams filled the air as people were struck down.

He saw a girl about his age shoot a curse at a deatheater, heedless of the fact she could be expelled. She was focusing so hard, she didn't notice the one behind her until he put her under curico. She screamed in pain as it felt as if her nerve endings, every one of them, were exploding.

Angel swooped down, swinging his sword; he was a very imposing sight, needless to say. He effortlessly chopped the deatheaters head off, leaving its body twitching on the ground in after death convulsions.

"You okay?" Angel asked, picking up the girl and flying her over to a safe spot. "I'll be back."

Angel took off again; his great black wings spread wide, bringing terror and death to the deatheaters who got in his way. He was forced to land once his left wing got his with a weak stunner; it needed a few minutes to get the feeling back to it before it was safe to fly on again.

Luna Lovegood watched as her savior flew away. He was a real angel, and no one could call her loony for saying that.


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