The Half Nephilim

Darksiders/HP xover Hope you enjoy. I own nothing. Criticism is gold. Silence is silver and flames are my dogs chew toys.

Chapter Thirteen"Can we get some front row seats?"

"WHY WAS DAWLISH ARRESTED?" Bawled Fudge the moment he entered the office with his two lackey's in tow.

"Because your bodyguard and his lackey's nearly doomed the entire human race before it was ready you imbecile." Amelia thundered effectively cowing the blustering minister into silence.

"Preposterous, I would have known."

"No you wouldn't. If you did you would have covered it up." A voice cut in, everyone turned and saw a Raven standing on the window ledge.

"Now before everyone starts throwing spells at me...don't. The names Shade, I'm the familiar of the Lord of Reapers."

"I DEMAND SOMEONE ANSWERS! I THINK THE PUBLIC WILL NEED TO KNOW!"

"Fudge, sit down, shut the hell up. First, you'd twist your anwers to fit you plus stop thinking. You're no good at it. In fact you thinking to of something to say is depriving an innocent woman of oxygen. In fact your very presence is depriving five young children of oxygen and you're decaying this good woman's IQ with every passing second."

Madame Bones had to use every ounce of her skill in occlumency andstoicness in the presence of particularly bloody murder to prevent herself from laughing at Shade effortlessly ripping into her boss.

"You're just a bird...What do you know about this armageddon?" Asked Fudge

"Enough to know that its not going to be good to be you...in fact I'll ask my father Dusk to get some first class seats to your execution...Yes I did say execution you asshole...Now I hope to see you nevermore." With that the Raven dissapeared in a plume of feathers split seconds before a killing curse hit its spot and Bones stunned Umbridge.

"Auror Tonks, please prosecute Madame Undersecratary Umbridge for use of an unforgivable curse in front of the Madame Justice and Law Enforcement Minsiter Amelia Bones." Madame Bones called over the tannoy system.

Meanwhile Shade was relaying to the Half Nephilim what he had told the Minister. Unlike Madame Bones, they had no such composure and were falling off the tables in the abandoned classroom shaking with laughter. "You see boss. I know you said you weren't keen on keeping me around but aren't you glad I did."

Harry nodded and straightened up as the door opened and Hermione entered the room. Eversince the year had started Harry had drifted away from Ron and Hermione, whenever he met with those two he had managed to skillfully evade all of their questions. This time however she was determined to find out the truth about Nephilim and get them to register as they should do according to the law that was the Ministry of Magic.

"You've got some guts Granger coming after us. Now what do you want?" Asked Blaise sharply.

"I'm concerned about the four of you." She began elicting snorts from theSons of Death and War.

"Really? You've probably come to grill us on the origins of our race and get us to register with Ministry of Fucks." Neville grunted making Harry the youngest of the four smirk sadistically and his face became more masklike and his mouth dissapeared.

"But the law says..."

"Bollocks to the law Hermione. WE ARE THE LAW! For once disregard the books and teachers as right and true and experience yourself." Harry said his mask dissapearing with a look from Katie.

"But..."

"You've grown up in a household where what has been put in a book is correct yes?" Questioned Blaise.

"Yes." Hermione replied.

"The reason why Mundanes...Yes, it took me awhile to correct my speech...Find it hard to adjust to this world is because the ones with power are corrupt and don't wish to share it."

"I will find a way for you to register and make you talk." With that Hermionr left.

"She couldn't could she khair?" Asked Katie who was practising the skill of cloaking herself during Hermione's interrogation.

"She could if she finds the laws. Very few laws stick to Nephilim but their are four that our lineages must honour. Mine is the most common along with War's. The oath of death." Harry said.

"Nex Sacramentum." Katie whispered.

"If any idiot manages to use that against us we are in deep shit."