Hey guys! Lots of reviews. Thank you all for leaving them, and especially to Mirthful-Malady for their AWESOME fanart! I feel like I've passed a milestone or something.

About the Sigyn and Gabriel story you all showed a ton of enthusiasm for; if I do write one, it will be published as a separate one-shot, not as part of this story.

Anyway, lots of nice things! The newer chapters are gonna be pretty tough. How will everyone deal with the return of Voldemort? I've also been asked about Snape. Personally, I think he was kind of an a-hole in the books too, so he's not too broken up over Harry's death. He only really cared about Lily. But he is smart enough not to antagonize an angel.

Wow, my story is popular enough to actually get 'critique' reviews. Another milestone. To those that left the reviews, if you don't like my story, I have a simple solution: stop reading it.

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Balthazar seemed to be in a state of suspended disbelief.

He'd shown up a few weeks into summer and with a load of complaints, and had frozen at the sight of Slepnir, Fenris, and Jormungandr practically climbing over Gabriel.

"Gabriel," he said carefully. "Is there a particular reason there are a load of tiny pagans in the house?"

"Hello to you to, Balthazar." Gabriel said idly. "Yes, I have a reason, and no, they're not leaving. Out of curiosity, how did you get here?"

"I walked," Balthazar said shortly, still staring at the three boys. "Mind telling me your reason?"

"|Who is he?|" Slepnir stage-whispered to Gabriel, who smothered a laugh at Balthazar's expression.

"|He's a friend,|" Gabriel replied cheerfully. "Come on, Balthazar, don't you remember all the time I spent away from Heaven?"

If only Gabriel had had a camera just then. Balthazar's mouth dropped open, and he looked totally flabbergasted as realization crashed over him.

"You're not serious." Balthazar finally said. "Gabriel, you can't-"

"Nephilim are forbidden, I know," Gabriel stood up, still grinning. "However, last I checked, the kids of an angel and a pagan weren't nephilim."

"Of course you would be the one to have an accident," Balthazar muttered, finally looking back up at Gabriel. Gabriel put a hand over his heart.

"Balthazar, you wound me. Who said they were an accident?"

"Whatever. Gabriel, do you know what happened?"

Gabriel's smile faded slightly. "You mean upstairs."

"Yes, that. Have you heard anything?"

"|Slepnir,|" Gabriel said instead on answering Balthazar. "|Why don't you go pick out a movie for you three to watch.|"

The three of them left the room eagerly, probably to watch the dragon movie for the eighteenth time.

"You lost your wings, didn't you?" Gabriel asked.

"What happened?" Balthazar pressed, ignoring the question. "I haven't been able to hear anyone else at all, it's like they're whispering!"

"Sit down." Gabriel explained what little he'd discovered to Balthazar, about how Metatron had used a spell which cast out the angels and Castiel had supposedly helped him.

"That's not all, is there." Balthazar was watching Gabriel closely. "What happened in the Fall? There's no way everyone survived that."

"Ezekiel didn't." Gabriel sighed. "Along with plenty of others. Neither did Naomi, but she might have been killed beforehand. Hael's gone too, but again no one's sure if she was killed in the Fall or afterwards."

"And what about you?" Balthazar sounded almost jealous. "You didn't Fall. You've still got your wings, haven't you."

"Most of them." Gabriel shifted in his chair, suddenly very aware of the two lingering sore spots near the small of his back. "Balthazar-"

"Don't pity me." Balthazar said sharply. "I'm not a child, Gabriel."

"I know that." Gabriel remained silent for a moment as they both sat at the kitchen table, Balthazar seemingly unwilling to speak. "You're still welcome to stay, you know, even if there are 'a load of tiny Pagans'." Gabriel resisted the temptation to use air quotes.

Balthazar didn't reply. Gabriel stood up and made to clap him on the shoulder or some other supportive gesture but decided against it at the last second, and left the room.

Gabriel probably should have guessed that Sigyn and Balthazar living in the same house would turn out badly.

It was late at night when Sigyn returned from wherever she had been, and Gabriel and Balthazar were the only ones still awake. She passed through the room, and stopped when she saw Balthazar on the sofa.

"Who's he?"

"Hel-lo." Balthazar's eyes flicked over Sigyn as he sat up from his reclined position.

Gabriel made a face as Sigyn gave Balthazar a venomous glare. "Sorry about him."

Sigyn eyed Balthazar distastefully, and he seemed to wise up. "Another one of your kind?"

"Yes. And no, I'm not going to kick him out."

"Hmph." Sigyn strode away without another word.

"There a reason she's here?" Balthazar turned to look at Gabriel.

"Only person I could think of who could be trusted to watch the kids while I was at Hogwarts."

Balthazar rolled his eyes as he caught it. "And you didn't call me."

"You're my alcoholic little brother, of course I didn't." Gabriel stood up from the table he was sitting at, working on the homework while he had some uninterrupted time. "Besides, I think the mother of two of my kids was a better choice."

Bathazar started so badly he nearly fell off the sofa. "You're joking," he said when he pulled himself back up. "She had two of them? But she looked like she hated you. And there's no way you managed to land someone like that."

"What's that supposed to mean? And for your information, the three you met earlier have a different mother."

"A different-?" Balthazar was outright staring at Gabriel. "I don't believe you."

"You said it yourself - Sigyn hates me. Why would she give me kids that young?" They weren't that young, really, but it wasn't like Balthazar could tell or needed to know.

"Well then, what about those three - where's their mother?"

Gabriel froze in the act of leaving the room, pausing just over the threshold. "...She's dead."

"What?" There was a shuffling sound. "Gabriel." Balthazar's voice made his name sound like a question.

"It was in the thirteen hundreds. I've had time to get over it."

"How?"

"That's none of your business."

"Is it related to the fact that you call your completely humanoid kids Slepnir, Jor, and Fenris, while Norse mythology claims that those three are a horse, giant snake, and wolf respectively?"

"Do not. Ever. Mention that to me again." Gabriel wasn't aware of having grabbed the doorway, but it was creaking ominously under his fingers. He took a deep breath and let go, flexing his fingers and ignoring the dents he'd left.

"Gabriel-"

Slam.

The door closed with a crash that Gabriel made sure didn't reach the upstairs. He didn't think he'd ever be in the mood to have a discussion about that.

Gabriel received several letters over the course of the summer, but the most interesting one involved the offer to sit in on the meetings of some organization called the Order of the Phoenix.

The fact that it had been delivered by phoenix only made it more interesting, though Gabriel thought it likely that Dumbledore was just trying to show off. It had worked on Slepnir, at least, who had been sitting at the table with Gabriel when the phoenix and letter arrived.

It was the least informative letter about the organization he'd received all summer. Hermione and Michael's letters had been full of what they'd found out about it, complaints that they had been barred from attending meetings, and asking if he was going to do anything about Voldemort.

"Secret organization, huh?" Gabriel muttered, glancing down at the address for a meeting site at the bottom while Slepnir petted the phoenix. "Might as well check it out."

He sent a short reply that said he'd meet them the following Friday and had to coax Slepnir into letting him give the phoenix the letter. Even the phoenix seemed a little reluctant to leave, but that might have been Gabriel's fault.

"|What were you writing?|"

"In English, Slepnir." Gabriel had been working on languages with them - almost everyone spoke English these days, but Old Norse was basically nonexistent.

Slepnir screwed up his face. "Where..."

"What."

"What are...you? Um..."

"Writing."

"What are you writing?"

"What was I writing."

"|English is too hard.|" Slepnir put his head on the table, slumped over facedown.

"|You'll get it eventually.|"

Friday came all too quickly, and Gabriel found the address easily after ensuring that there was actually someone other than Balthazar at home to keep an eye on the kids. It turned out to be a small brick building across the street from a row of houses, one of which was strangely fuzzy. There was also a welcoming committee.

"Here," said Moody - presumably the real one - gruffly, thrusting a piece of parchment at Gabriel.

"Hello to you to." Gabriel glanced down at the paper briefly. "What was the point of meeting in the middle of London?"

"Just read it," Moody snapped.

"Calm down, Mad-Eye," said a younger woman with bright pink hair. "I don't think he's going to attack us."

Gabriel raised his eyebrows at that. "Attack you? I think I'm missing something here."

The three of them [there was also a tall, bald guy wearing a pair of elaborate robes and what looked like a fez] exchanged glances. "Dumbledore told us about what happened at the end of last year," the pink-haired girl said eventually. "About what you told him."

"Of course he did," Gabriel muttered, rolling his eyes and suppressing irritation. Was it impossible to keep anything secret anymore? He looked down at the parchment again.

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix can be found at number 12, Grimmauld Place, London.

Gabriel looked back up at the fuzzy house, which no longer looked quite so fuzzy our out-of-focus. "Huh. Interesting spell. I was wondering what was up with that house." He strode across the street towards it, idly setting fire to the parchment and letting the ash fall away. The door had some sort of metal snake knocker, but Gabriel just opened it himself instead of ringing the doorbell.

"Are you back al - oh!" Mrs. Weasley had come out into the hall and stopped when she saw Gabriel in the doorway. "Er - I hadn't realized you'd arrived," she said, a bit cooler than she'd ever been with Gabriel before everyone found out who he really was.

"Surprise," Gabriel said, fake-cheerfully. He heard footsteps and the door creaked open again.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Weasley," said the pink-haired girl cheerfully, striding past Gabriel and nearly tripping over a large umbrella stand that looked like it had been made out of some creature's leg. "Is everyone still in there?"

"Yes, they were waiting for you to come back." Mrs. Weasley gestured to the door she'd just exited from.

"Excellent." Moody stumped over and left the hall, the level of noise coming from the room behind the door suddenly dropping. Curious, Gabriel followed him in.

"Ah, so you did come!" Dumbledore was sitting at the head of the table, which was full of all sorts of people, most of whom Gabriel didn't recognize. "I got your reply, of course, but one can never be sure..."

"So this is your Order of the Phoenix?" Gabriel glanced around the room, noting that everyone was staring at him, and that Sirius was nowhere to be seen. Gabriel would have thought he'd be first in line for this sort of thing. "And I see you've spoiled my surprise."

"Were you-"

"I wasn't actually planning on telling anyone else, but it's not like I can do anything about it now." Gabriel put a hand to his chin in pretend thought. "Unless you count wiping your collective memories - oh, sit down, I was joking." Several people had started and moved to stand up or for their wands when he mentioned memory-wiping. Gabriel pulled out the nearest empty chair and sat down. "So why invite me here?"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I'm sure you remember the letter - this is the Order of the Phoenix, an organization dedicated to defending against Voldemort." The majority of the table flinched at the name.

"Just defending?" Gabriel asked.

"We can't predict his actions," said a witch defensively.

"I wasn't saying that," Gabriel retorted, glancing over at her. "I was saying, is there ever a point where you'd go on the offensive?"

Dumbledore waved his hand. "Voldemort-" Another flinch at the name. "-is not currently active, so either way, there are no battles to fight."

"What do you mean, he's not active?" Gabriel frowned. "I met the guy twice and he seems pretty flamboyant."

"You and Cedric were not meant to be able to warn anyone," Dumbledore explained. "I believe Voldemort-" Cue collective flinch. "-overestimated his ability to be able to kill the pair of you. Unfortunately, what with the Ministry ignoring his return-"

"The what?" Gabriel sat up. "You're joking."

"You didn't know?" Questioned the pink-haired witch.

Gabriel shot her a look. "I don't read the prophet and I don't care enough to go around investigating, so no. When did this happen?" He demanded, turning back to Dumbledore.

"I attempted to warn the Minister shortly after our conversation in the hospital wing," Dumbledore replied, looking unfazed. "Unfortunately, he is now insisting that I am senile and you are an attention-seeker."

"Rude," Gabriel muttered. "What are you doing about it?"

"Well, we've managed to convince some people - you have met Tonks and Kingsley, of course, they work for the Ministry." 'Tonks' turned out to the pink-haired witch, while 'Kingsley' was the dark-skinned one with the fez. "They are our spies, of a sort."

Gabriel nodded. "Eyes in the enemy headquarters. Good move."

"I suppose you'd know," muttered Moody.

"Alastor!" Dumbledore said warningly, but Gabriel put his hand up.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Moody's magical eye swiveled around so that both eyes were looking right at Gabriel. "Well," he continued, "If you really are what you say you are, you'd have experience with war, wouldn't you?"

Gabriel arched one eyebrow. "Do I hear doubt?"

"I'm saying you've never shown that you can do anything beyond regular magic-"

"You're asking for proof?" Gabriel leaned forward. "So what you're saying is that you don't trust the leader of your organization."

The rest of the order were watching them in a sort of horrified fascination. Moody didn't back down.

"You could have tricked Dumbledore," he growled. "He trusts you enough, and magic could be used to fake whatever evidence you had."

"Alastor-" Dumbledore tried to intervene again.

"There a particular reason you're so against my existence?" Gabriel asked, standing up. Moody was already standing, leaning against the wall on the other side of the table.

He snorted. "Angels," he muttered. "There's no such thing. If there were, you'd think this Dark stuff would be gone already."

"It is not my job," Gabriel said icily, "To police your world and take care of your problems. Kid's got to leave the house eventually."

"Are you implying that we're children?"

Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Moody and stepped slightly closer, the table blocking him from going any farther. The lights guttered suddenly, and several went out, causing many of the people there to look around nervously. Gabriel glared, and was almost impressed by the fact that Moody barely visibly backed down. His hand, however, did drift to his wand.

When Gabriel spoke it was quietly, but he knew he had the attention of everyone in the room - because way in the back of their minds right now, there would be a primal instinct screaming danger at them.

"I am older than the very planet beneath your feet," he said, his gaze meeting Moody's. "I was present at the creation of this very universe. So yes, I think you're smaller than me. And how you're acting right now isn't doing much to convince me otherwise."

Gabriel turned and left the room, the door closing with a click as the lock automatically engaged. This had been ridiculous, and he'd learned less than a single letter from Michael or Hermione.

"So you're the reason they went all quiet!"

Gabriel looked up.

Hermione, Michael, Ginny, Ron, and the twins were clustered around the railing on the landing a few floors up, staring down at him. Fred was hurriedly yanking up some sort of flesh-colored string.

"Yeah, it was me," he called up, grinning slightly. "How long have you been there?"

"We didn't see you go in," Michael answered. "Come on up, I don't want to have to shout!"

"Alright," Gabriel said, flying up and landing behind them in an instant as he said it. Ginny jumped and spun around, as he was right behind her.

"That wasn't Apparition," said George, glancing at Fred.

"I have no idea what that is," Gabriel said. "Thanks for the letters, by the way, they're the only reason I know anything at all about the order besides who works for it."

"They didn't tell you anything?" Ginny asked, sounding disappointed. "But they let you in..."

"Nah, Moody was more interested in quibbling over my species," Gabriel said, with a sideways look at the twins and Ginny.

"They know," Hermione admitted when she noticed him looking. "I hope you don't mind, but we heard a little bit of the order talking about it and I didn't want to lie to them."

"It's fine, cat was pretty much out of the bag already." Gabriel glanced over the railing as the door opened and order members flooded the hallway. "What is this place, anyway? Hell of an enchantment over it."

"Can you say that?" Fred was looking at Gabriel in interest. "Hell, I mean."

"Sure." Gabriel gave him a seriously look. "Why wouldn't I be able to?"

"Well-" George gestured vaguely.

Gabriel snorted, but before he could reply someone shouted upstairs. "Hermione, is Harry up there? Dumbledore would like a word."

"Bugger. I was never here," Gabriel instructed Hermione, flying away before she could say anything and landing in the foyer of his house.

The Order of the Phoenix, as far as he could tell, was really a bit ridiculous. He'd stick to keeping his own safe.

Ring, ring, ring.

Gabriel picked up the phone as he tried to remember who he'd given the number to. "Hello?"

"Harry!" It was Michael. "Oh, good, I was wondering if I'd remembered it right."

"Michael, where are you that has a phone?"

"We've gone out to London for tonight." There were the sounds of cars and passers-by in the background, once Gabriel listened closer. "I'm using a phone box, actually, Ron keeps staring around at everything."

"First time in Muggle London?" Gabriel leaned back in his chair. "I wouldn't be surprised. How'd you get out of the house?"

"We had to sneak out, Fred and George helped." Gabriel could practically hear nir grin. "Ginny was awesome, she got one of the spare invisibility cloaks that are always hidden away-"

"Of course you'd say that, she's your girlfriend."

"Oi, don't be mean to Michael," someone said faintly [probably Ginny], as if they were standing far away from the phone. Gabriel's attention was diverted from the conversation.

"One sec - |Jormungand, don't stand on that - hey! What's the rule about magic?|" Jormungand had levitated himself to reach one of the cabinets.

"Who are you talking to?" Michael asked curiously, at the same time Jormungand replied "|No magic without super...without you watching.|" He remained three feet above the floor.

"|Exactly. No magic.|"

"|But you're sitting right there!|"

"|That's not the same as supervising, bud. Back on the ground.|" Gabriel directed a pouting Jormungand back to the floor, cancelling the levitation spell.

A muffled conversation was coming through the phone.

"What's he doing?"

"I dunno, he's talking to someone but it doesn't sound like English-"

"|Who's in the phone?|" Jormungand asked curiously, clambering onto Gabriel's lap.

"|There's no one inside it, there are people on the other end. I explained phones, remember?|" Gabriel picked the phone back up before Jormungand could decide that he wanted to talk too. "Sorry, got distracted."

"That wasn't English!" Hermione had obviously grabbed the phone.

"No, it wasn't," Gabriel agreed. "So what are you doing in London?"

There was a bit of a scuffle on the other end before someone answered, Ginny this time. "I'd like to go to a movie place," she informed Gabriel, "or whatever it's called. Where they have movies. I want to see what Muggles can do with this kind of thing."

"I hear Into Darkness is good," said Gabriel, only slightly occupied making sure Jormungand didn't wriggle off his lap and fall onto the floor. "But it's a sequel, don't know if you'd be interested."

"A sequel?" Ginny's voice faded out slightly. "He says we should go see something called 'into darkness'."

"Oh, that's a good one, actually."

Something crashed distantly and Gabriel nearly dropped the phone swinging around to see what had happened. "|Jor, what were your brothers doing?|"

"What was that?" Ginny asked at the same time.

"|Magic,|" Jormungand answered unrepentantly, reaching up for the phone. "|I wanna talk.|"

Gabriel swallowed a swear and spoke quickly into the phone. "Listen, I've got to go head off a crisis, call back later and tell me what you thought." He hung up hurriedly and deposited Jormungand on the floor. "|Sorry, kid, gotta go see what mess your brothers have gotten into.|"

"Slepnir! Fenris! Er - Vali?"

"|Don't worry!|"

"This isn't what it looks like."

"It looks like you turned the sofa into a pile of sand."

"Okay, it's exactly what it looks like."

"|We're building a castle!|"

"|In the living room?|"

"|Yes.|"

"|...You have two hours. Then I'm turning it back.|"

"|You too! Help me with the castle.|"

"|Alright, alright. I'll help.|"

The phone conversation was a little ad-libbed, but I'm sure that you guys can appreciate it nonetheless.

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