AN: Sorry for the delay I've been super busy and had writers block for this fic.

Chapter 20 has been updated so that the time Raguel was throwing a pity party is now 1000 years in place of 2000

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Raguel couldn't believe what he was seeing. The only peaceful place in all of heaven was the rookery. Their his virtues were standing guard not allowing any to pass. The cherub and the Powers inside the ring of protectors. Even there the tension could be felt. He found that the humans souls were all trapped within their memories not allowed to roam the heavens or train to get wings of their own.

He searched for the non-human souls and found they were all sent to purgatory. That was not how it was suppose to be. Even those that humans called monsters were meant to be judged. There had been several that liver their lives without doing harm to anyone, therefore allowed to spend their afterlife in heaven. Purgatory was designed only for the worst of the worst beings like the leviathans of old.

Raguel was disgusted by what he say. He could see that the Seraphim were becoming corrupted. It saddened him that they were all on the brink of falling, but there was no one to enact the punishment. Michael as leader of the host could over rule their falling and allow them to stay in heaven. Raguel was ashamed that he'd allowed his grief to harm his family like this.

With that thought he keyed into Lucifer and flew to him. Raguel had to use all his strength to keep his anger in check when he saw that Lucifer was imprisoned in hell. How was he to learn hos lesson, learn forgiveness and compassion for the mortals if all he ever saw was the worst of them? He did not speak with Lucifer. Raguel didn't want to give him false hope of being released. He would have to review his case and see what needed to be done once Michael was dealt with.

Raguel looked at the cage and raged once again. Michael was a fucking thief. He had stolen Raguel's own seals to lock this cage. Didn't he remember why those seals were created?

Father had commissioned seven seals from each Archangel long ago. Those seals were used to create and forever lock Purgatory. Raguel shook his head. To remove Lucifer at least some of the Archangel seals would need to be broken. Thankful Michael had only used a couple dozen of them along with many lesser seals. Regardless, getting Lucifer free would weaken the barrier to Purgatory. The Archangel seals once broken would unlock every thing held by them not just his brother, but the demonic generals; War, Death, Famine and Pestilence, along with Echidna and her strongest children, and worst of all the primordials their father had fought and defeated before the creation of heaven and the Archangels. He didn't know what Michael was playing at weakening the cages of those ancient beasts but they would have to be stopped and each of those cages reinforced once Lucifer was free.

Recalling what his brothers had said in the library Raguel tied Lucifer's grace into one of Raguel's stolen seals. Michael must be very arrogant to use one of Raguel's seals as the keystone for the whole cage. When the seal was broken Lucifer would regain his grace. The death of the first demon would see his brother's grace restored.

With that done Raguel gave orders to his Virtues to continue with their protection. HE told them he was going to confront Michael and take back heaven. They all cheered wishing him strength and luck. Each wearing smiles for the first time since Michael took the reins.

Raguel marched into their fathers throne room. "Michael you will give back control of the heavens and repent." He ordered in a firm voice anger starting to lace his words.

Michael stood from where he had been lounging on the throne and laughed. "I think not brother. I quite like being in charge. I was fine letting you stay in your self made prison but I can't have you stirring up trouble."

"You will give me back control and accept your punishment." He demanded with a growl. "Arrogance does not become you."

Michael pulled his massive two handed sword. "Come and take it, if you can."

Raguel pulled his weapon. "Making me fight you will only make your punishment worse. You know this."

Michael charged him. The two fought long and hard. While Michael was older he was filled with arrogance and pride. Raguel was fighting for justice, and doing his duty gave him greater strength. It was easy to see he was winning and Michael was soon on the defensive.

Raguel made one mistake. He thought all the others in the throne room would stay out of it as they were suppose to. They didn't he was attacked from behind by three angels. The surprise knocked him off balance and allowed Michael to slice into him. The pain caused his gavel to fall to the ground.

Before Raguel could recover one of the other angels slashed at his wing joint causing him to scream in agony. They now had him down. Michael knew he couldn't kill Raguel, that Azrael would never come to collect his spirit in this manner. Unlike Haniel it was not his time.

"It is you brother that will be punished for attacking the new God." Michael told him once he had been beaten and restrained.

Raguel looked up at him with contempt. "You are no god. You are a demon masquerading as my brother." He spat. One of his wings was limp and useless by his side the other had cuts and rips in it. The pain from them was unbelievable. Not including the white hot agony of the slash across his stomach. If Raguel wasn't so powerful he would have died from pain and blood loss.

"I know just what to do with you." Michael said with a dark smile. "The punishment you always threatened but never gave." As he began walking out the others dragging Raguel. "Forced human regeneration."

The boy they chose was seconds way from dieing. Even better, they wouldn't need permission from a corpse. Binding his memories and power was easy in his weakened state. Once that was done Michael chained him to the young boy. If he wanted to defend the humans let him try being one. Harry Potter/ Raguel's first memory was of the high cold laugh of his bother gone mad.

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AN: Thought about leaving it here... but you have all been so patient and this chapter was way too short.

He will now be refereed to as Raguel and Harry interchangeably.

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Harry woke slowly his mouth like cotton and his head on fire. He groaned in pain he hurt all over.

"Harry!" Sirius exclaimed jumping awake from where he was sleeping at his god son's bed side. "Your awake." He said voice thick with tears of joy.

"Siri?" He questioned mind still groggy and slow voice hoarse and broken.

"Here take a drink." Sirius said bring a cup of water to his lips.

After a few sips Harry felt much better and was able to sit up on his own.

"What happened?" Sirius asked. "You were screaming the house down three nights ago and then you fell into a coma. We were worried sick."

Harry smiled. HE loved it when Sirius mothered him, even he he now knew he was several thousand years older than the other man. "Go get everyone and I'll tell you all at once. And can you bring me some chocolate too, like all the stuff you can get your hands on?"

Sirius chuckled. "Well now I know you're getting better." he said kissing Harry on the forehead.

The man did as he asked and soon his whole family were in the room and Harry had a large bar of Honeydukes in his hand. He took a big bite of the candy and a sip of the tea Petunia brought him to wash it down before speaking.

"You all know that I have had dreams of heaven and angels since I was very young. There have been times I have done things that have been blamed on my magic, but they were not magic at all." He said. "For I have no magic the wizards do. Sirius, Remus, I hate to tell you this. Harry James Potter died the same night as his parents. I am not, I've never been him. My name is Raguel, Friend of God. I am an archangel of the lord that was betrayed by my brother Michael. He caged me within the corpse of Harry Potter just seconds after the boy had died."

The two men looked stricken. "But... but why?" Remus asked. Since living with the Dursleys he had been learning their culture and ways. The Christian history fascinated him.

"During Lucifer's and Michael's battle another Archangel was killed. Our sister Haniel, Archangel of beauty and grace. Our father ordered me to remove Lucifer's grace from him in punishment. An angel's grace is like a wizards magic, we can live without it but it's a hollowness that aches to our very core. To be forced to do such a thing. I hid in shame and guilt disgusted with myself for 1000 years. In that time Michael took over and warped heaven. When I tried to take it back and fix things he fought me. In a cowardly display of treachery some of his Seraphim attacked me from behind. I was subdued my weapon stolen and then bound to this vessel with no memory and my powers locked.

"In that way I guess I should thank Tom Riddle. The connection he made by using my blood in his resurrection ritual bound us and allowed him to attack my mind. Those attacks weakened the barrier coving my memories enough so that they could break free. This scar," he said pointing the the lightning bolt, "is a rune of binding in the Angelic language. It was not caused from the killing curse but from the binding of Raguel's grace to this vessel. That is why when my bindings were attacked it would bleed." Harry explained to them.

"So you now have all of Raguel's memories and those of Harry?" Dudley asked

Harry nodded. "Yes and I have access to many of my angelic abilities now as well."

"If you don't have magic then how have you attended Hogwarts?" Vernon asked

"Grace. My grace now that it is unlocked is about 100 times as powerful as magic, but before when bound what little was able to leak out made me seem like an above average wizard. The wizards wand I was using actually helped to focused the fractured whips of grace I had access to." He told them.

"The dementors." Sirius said. "That light, it was your grace shining."

Harry nodded "Yes. That's why you and Hermione could not look on it but you felt the effects of encountering grace. Most humans that look at an angel's true form are blinded by it, but there are some. Those with divine blessing or the true believers that can see an angel and not harmed."

Harry stood and pushed his wings from his back for the first time. "My Lord." Petunia said. "They are beautiful." She held out her hand. "Can I?"

Harry moved his wing closer to her wondering if she was one that could actually see them and not just the shadow they made.

Petunia gasped. "They're so soft." She said in shock running her hands along the feathers.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked. "I don't see anything."

"I do." Dudley said. "They're big and golden." He too come over and touched them.

"They are true believers, so they can see my wings. If I were in my true form they would not be harmed by it either. Those that can't see the wings can only see their shadows cast on the wall behind me." Raguel told them.

Sirius reached out to touch where Petunia and Dudley were feeling the wings but he hand passed right through. "Wicked." He said, "Can you fly."

"I don't know my wings were damaged but they seem alright now. Aunt Petunia, Dud, you can each take a feather if you like. It won't hurt me."

Dudley followed the line of one of the long feathers near the bottom of the wing and lightly pulled it free. Once it was detached everyone in the room could see it. Remus came over and felt of the feather. "That's amazing." He said. "IT looks like a griffin feather made of pure gold."

Petunia chose one of the shorter pin feathers near the base of the wings, it was still as long as her palm but when compared to Dudley's that was the size of his arm it was small.

"That's wicked, can you see them Dad?" Dudley asked

"No son. I guess I never had as much faith as you and your mother." Vernon replied. "But I do believe you."

Harry nodded and smiled.

The rest of winter vacation was spent with Harry or Raguel telling them all about heaven, the host and himself. They were all amazed by what it was really like after death. Remus was glad to hear that before Michael's take over creatures were given judgment and some allowed to go to heaven as well.

When term resumed Harry gathered all his friends and told them what had happened. Of them the twins, Hannah, Dean and Luna were the only four that could see the wings.

Harry looked at Luna. "You are no ordinary human."

Luna smiled. "I am not."

"You're a prophet."

"I am."

"I'm I your guardian?"

"No, Jeremiel is. He is living in the school to keep me safe." Luna told them.

Harry called for his brother. The others were all shocked when Professor Trelawney appeared.

"You rang?" She said with a smile.

Raguel hugged his brother's vessel tight. "You have been so close all this time. Did you know?"

"I am the angel of foresight and prophecy, of course I knew. Just as I knew what would happen when you first turned your back on your duties when you were needed most." She said. As always Jeremiel had the ability to say things like that without them sounding like accusations.

"What am I to do now? There is nothing the wizards can teach me and I must do my best to regain my post and fix our home." Raguel asked both his brother and Luna.

"You must seek out the Virtues here on earth." Luna said her voice flat as she used her divine gift to give guidance. "Only then will it be time to regain your Gavel. When the time is right I will tell you where to search."

Harry gave a bow to her. "I will do as you say."

In her usual voice she added, "Stay till the end of the year and we will go with you. A few months is no time to one of your age."

Harry nodded again. "And that way the wizards can't say anything." Hermione said finally speaking up. "Once you have sat your OWLs you are allowed to leave Hogwarts."

Harry smiled at her. "You are so clever." He told her, kissing her forehead.

The last few months passed both slowly and far to quick. Harry now having Raguel's memories was able to tell them of times in heaven he'd seen Salazar playing chess with Raziel in the Library. He also said Godric was one of the few human souls to beat the trials and become an angel. He wasn't sure about the other two founders, they had died only a few centuries before the battle.

With Raguel to help teach them all the group passed their exams with flying colors. The twins having graduated quickly said they would follow him anywhere. They had followed Harry into the chamber and through the trials in first year. They weren't about to forgo this new adventure just because he was a hot shot angel now. Luna was also on board. Jeremiel placed her in his care until the task was done so that Luna could lead him to the virtues. Hannah and Nevile joined them as well. Susan said she wanted to but she was need here more, and had to stay. To the surprise of them all Hermione was coming. She said she would learn more from Harry than the teachers but they could all see that spark of passion and determination to do what is right in her eyes. She wanted to make the world a better place, and where better to start than helping get heaven back on track.

With that settled, and Remus, Sirius and the whole Dursley family joining them they set out to find the scattered Virtues and get them prepared for the coming war.

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AN: This is the official end of the Harry Potter arc. The next one will be the first of the Supernatural arc and have a intro going during the 12 years between what happened in this chapter (spring/summer 1996) and whenever he interacts with the boys (2008)