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Chapter Twenty-five: All you can see is red.

"So you are who exactly?" Percy asked with a raised eyebrow as he carefully surveyed the man in front of him.

Sighing, Gabriel looked at the boy. "Look four eyes. I've already had to explain myself to three other snot nosed kids. And it's getting really old. So I'm just going to see Hermione. To make sure she knows that I'm here. Okay?" It wasn't really a question and Gabriel was getting a little bored of the teen's attitude.

Percy on the other hand was slightly vexed about the fact that this man had gotten him in so much trouble when he had managed to sneak past him a mere two days ago. Even more so when he found out that apparently his family had meet this man in Flourish & Blotts. He hadn't been present because he was…otherwise occupied with a fellow prefect.

Gabriel rolled his eyes again, when he caught sight of the Weasley twins. Grinning, he turned his attention to the younger two.

"Hey you two!" He called out. The trickster god was more than impressed with the other two tricksters. In less than twenty four hours he had heard three different teachers complain about three different pranks the wonder twins had pulled off. Needless to say, they were his favorite Weasleys.

Both Fred and George recognized the man immediately. Bright grins spread across their faces, they made their way towards the two, hiding stink bombs in their cloaks as they did so. If Gabriel didn't use his celestial vision he wouldn't have known who was who.

"Hey your Hermione's…"

"Uncle Gabriel."

Gabriel's mouth twitched as the two finished each other's sentences. Nodding solemnly, he bowed his head in their brother's direction.

"Can you tell you're big bro here to let me in. I want to check on Hermione. Her mother will kill me if something happened to her and four eyes refuses to let me in."

Percy, who grew redder and redder as the arch angel spoke, crossed his arms and glared at his younger brothers. The twins shared a glance and their own grins grew wider.

"Yeah, well good old Percy here doesn't like change in authority." Fred said with an air of pity around him.

"Unless it's his authority level increasing." George said, matching his brother expression.

Gabriel smirked. Looks like he just found his new target. Back when he still lived with his brothers, Raphael was his favorite target. He was always so studious, and obedient. It was sickening really. But it made the pranking all the more worth it. Gabriel had gotten into trouble more than once for dragging some of the fledglings down with him. Balthazar was one of them more times than he could remember.

"Anyway, Hermione isn't even in the common room. She's with Harry and Ronniekins at the library." George said with a grin.

"We could show you the way…"

"Oh no you won't. You'll be going straight to Professor McGonagall's office. Those stink bombs are not exactly following the school rules." Percy huffed as he interrupted Fred. "And I'm pretty sure that they were used on the Potions class this afternoon."

The twins looked at each other with a grin. "Ah yes, brother dear. You know that and we know that. But can you prove it?"

Smirking, Gabriel waved at the two boys from behind their brother's back as he made his way down to the library. As he did, he received odd looks from students.

The word that Hermione the Gryffindor, muggle born, book-worm had an American wizard uncle had spread fast. Most looked at him with curiosity, others with disdain. Most of the disdain was coming from students with green ties. He'd have to ask Hermione what that was about later.

Lost in his thoughts Gabriel didn't see the girl coming towards him and smacked right into the little eleven year old.

"Oops! Sorry, kiddo." He said steadying himself, he looked at the little girl. She was shorter than Hermione by about an inch and her eyes were a darker shade of brown. He noticed they're the same shade of brown the twins shared, but his biggest clue was the flaming red hair. He recognized her as the youngest Weasley. Ginny, he believed her name was.

She looked up, a little confused and dazed as if she hadn't realized where she was.

"Oh… Um… Sorry", she said before blistering off without a word.

Tilting his head slightly (ugh he felt like Castiel) Gabriel watch the girl disappear in the crowed, a shiver going threw him. Something was strange about that girl. He didn't know what but there definitely was something odd.

When he reached the library he was meet with the hushed voice of his goddaughter scolding her two best friends.

"What do you mean you haven't done the essay? It's due tomorrow!"

Gabriel chuckled when he heard the boys hushed excuses, knowing fully well that they wouldn't whine. Hermione was a perfectionist, she always has been and always will be. If there was one thing that that girl got from her father, it was her need to be perfect. Gabriel had half expected that David had gotten this bad habit from his aloof father. Where as Hermione got it from being alone growing up. If no one likes you for being smart, you might as well be the best at it.

Just as he turned the corner, he caught sight of the trio. Hermione buried underneath a mound of books, pieces of parchment surrounding her. All of which of covered in her hectic scribbles. The two boys each had one book in front of them, looking dumbfounded at the girl next to them who was working up a fury. Both of them looking rather lost at her comments.

"Well, like father like daughter.", Gabriel chided, smiling widely at the three when they looked up from work. The boys looked at him with curiosity, but Hermione's face split in to bright smile. "Scaring your friends into doing their homework are we, kiddo?"

"Well how else am I going to get them to do it?" She said with a grin. "But a better question would be why you are here?"

Placing a hand over his heart Gabriel forced a hurt expression. "What? You don't want me here?" He let out a little sob as he dropped down on a chair in-between her and Ron. (He wasn't sure why, but he didn't like them so close together.)

Looking over the essays the boys were writing, Gabriel let out a laugh when he saw his goddaughter's. "Are these even the same essay or are you writing sixty at the same time?"

She shrugged as she kept her eyes on the parchment in front of her.

"Anyway, to answer your question, I'm here to help figure out what's going on with that catsicle you guys found."

Three heads turned to look at him. Hermione looked skeptical, Ron looked intrigued, and Harry confused. Sighing he turned to the boys.

"I don't know if I mentioned it, but I'm Gabriel." He stretched his hand out to Harry.

"Harry. Harry Potter." The boy smiled shyly.

"Believe it or not, I know. And you are Ron Weasley." He turned to the red head. He didn't share the odd feeling his sister gave him. Interesting.

Ron seemed a little awkward when being addressed and just nodded. He looked over at Hermione, as if to ask for an explanation. She didn't see it.

"Does Mum know you're here?" Her voice was a little panicked as if to ask if he had gone back on their deal.

"Don't worry Stinker" (both Harry and Ron let out a snort at the nickname) "You're Mom and Dad are not going to hear anything from me." She looked relieved.

"So… What are your theories on the little cat incident?"