Warnings e Disclaimers: already said.

Please do not crucify me for what happens, I can assure you the scene I am talking about was hard to write for me too, I even thought about rewriting everything.

It took Harry all his self-control not to punch Issei in the face. Not only was he openly leering at that Gremory girl, but he was also leering at Irina and Xenovia. The same applied to how he looked at Shirone and Asia, but the less he thought about that bit, the longer the pervert's lifespan would be. They were currently at the Occult Research Club meeting room. He had had to listen to those youngsters talk for two hours already! Kokabiel might just as well waltz in here and take over. They had passed him off as an exorcist working for Irina. Idiots. Now he only needed to wait until Kokabiel came and…well…kick his butt back to the Grigori. Meanwhile his strike force was getting ready to deal with the bulk of the fallen forces. The former fallen and LeFay had begun putting wards made especially for fallen. The youkais of the group were using their power to scout out where they might attack. Meanwhile the fighters were back at Harry's place waiting for their summon. As time passed Harry became more and more certain that the Gremorys were childish. Kiba had gone off to fight Freed. Alone. But something had happened. Kiba had somehow managed to find himself a 'holy demonic sword'. They had also found the rest of the Excaliburs. Harry was remaining back at the academy. That was where he found the peerages and exorcists. "Any news? You were gone for long." Rias glared at him "You were right. Kokabiel is here. He said that he would attack us. We think he meant that he would attack us here. Akeno has already contacted my brother. And Sona's peerage is making barriers around the place. Where were you while all this happened?"

"Do you not trust me?"

"No." that was Koneko. Harry felt his heart ache. Of all people's her comment was the most cutting. Everything he had done was for her. And now, once again, the choices of that bloody devil have turned her against him. Only Irina noticed the subtle change in expression of the magician. After all, she had felt the same when she had discovered that Issei was a devil. "Very well. I see that we cannot work together. I'll go to the church and wait there. But. Mark. My. Words." he spat in their faces, the air had become heavy with unrestrained rage "Kokabiel is way, way more powerful than you. He will kill you all. I hope you remember that." He turned and strode out. A storm following him in the sky. Once he was outside of the building he created a hole in the wards and fled to the church. There he found his team waiting for him. When they saw his expression they decided to stay clear of him for a time. As expected the fallen cadre of Kokabiel arrived and started wreaking havoc. Some however attacked the church. Unfortunately the defenders couldn't go full on out because otherwise they could have destroyed the city. In the sacristy in the church Harry felt the magic surrounding the building. He knew that they couldn't hold for long, although powerful they were outnumbered. "Damn you to hell and back Hermione. Damn you, Dumbledore, and my saving-people-thing!" he rose from his chair and held his hands over his head "May the Mortis have pity on your souls. SOULFIRE ETERNAL!" Tongues of fire writhed and wreathed his hands before exploding outwards. Those who hadn't felt the magic were caught in the blast, mainly the enemy since the team had felt it through Shirone, and incinerated, even their souls were crippled. The church started falling apart. From the wreckage they saw Harry standing in a circle of blue flames, his clothing torn "I've had enough of this shit show." With that he disapparated through every ward in the city directly in the academy. The others following him with wings.

Meanwhile at the academy things were going worse. Harry had been right. Kokabiel was way more powerful than them, even without the help of Selzeen. Then there was the news that had shaken many. God was dead. He had died during the war along with the four satans. The exorcists and Asia had been crushed by this. Kokabiel had used this time to attack. Now only few were still up. Harry came in time to see Koneko being thrown to the ground battered, a spear of light embedded in her shoulder. His magic fared. He had constrained his power for too long. The devils felt the surge in power. It dwarfed even Sirzechs Lucifer's and Draig's, turning her head from where she was helping the nekomata Rias saw Harry approach "Potter-sama? What is he doing here?" Koneko whispered. Harry heard but didn't turn from where he was looking. "KOKABIEL!" the fallen turned to see the intruder "Who're you? No matter. I will deal with you shortly, after all, I need to finish killing these aberrations." The fallen smiled and threw a spear of light at Harry. Everyone stilled. The spear had been stopped by Harry's finger. The force of the impact blew wind in every direction. Harry straightened and his body started rising in the air. "You have touched what is mine Kokabiel. You have laughed at the death of your parent. You've dared trouble the fragile peace written with the blood of your brethren… for this I shall punish you." Harry's voice was different. It sounded as if three beings were talking at the same time: Harry, a more melodious and haunting voice, and finally a breathy voice full of coldness. Harry's glasses cracked and broke. He opened his eyes and they all saw something unexplainable. He didn't have irises or pupils. His eyes were a vortex of blue energy swirling around green orbs the colour of emerald balefire. His clothing also changed. He was now wearing a simpler version of Ariel's gown, the main difference was that it was dark grey in colour. A crown made from a simple piece of metal with three spikes in front, two smaller and a longer one in between, appeared on his hair and forehead. His legs were adorned with ancient looking sandals arriving just underneath his knee. He also wore an armour of sombre metal. Swirling designs adorned both it and the armguards worn over the end of the sleeves of the gown. On his shoulders, near the high neck protection of the armour, were pauldrons sprouting two upwards-curved blades. In his hand he now held a scythe. The body was made by an elongated elder wand. The invisibility cloak, now darkened, was ripped and occupied the intersection between the notches of the body, wile a larger part created a sort of velvety handle. The blade, glinting in the moonlight, was formed from the resurrection stone and was encrusted in what was the handle of the wand and was now the top part of the body. Many were without words at the sight of this change, but the best had not yet started. Flexing his shoulders Harry brought forth his wings. Instead of the two, pure white wings some had seen when he was in Ariel's form, he now sprouted six pairs of majestic light blue wings.

"An angel?" Rias' peerage was confused, as were the exorcists, and especially Koneko, both for seeing Harry's true form and Kuroka on the other side of the battlefield. Kokabiel didn't understand what was happening. Before he knew it the fallen had to dodge a shower of holy light spears. Turning to the newcomer he saw that he was aiming the spears with his scythe. In the blink of an eye Harry had moved behind Kokabiel and had maimed half of the fallen's wings. Wounded the former angel started showing his power and rage. The two twelve winged angels started dancing around each other. Flying everywhere and occasionally attacking. During this little dance in the sky Azazel and Sirzechs had arrived with reinforcements, they saw that it was in vain when they noticed a group of warriors eliminating the rogue fallen. Some where cut down with swords or light spears, while others were blasted away with magic. Turning their heads they felt the presence of the Seraphim of Death. There, in view of everybody stood Harry. His hand constricting Kokabiel's throat. "It has been decided that you shall have mercy. We will leave your judgement in the hands of your brethren." He threw the fallen on the ground before descending himself. As he went to greet his former brother he heard a cry. Turning he saw Shirone's body being pierced by a spear. Harry's ire flamed and, raising his scythe with both hands brought it down on Kokabiel, destroying his body, magic, legacy, and soul. He rushed to Shirone, cradling her. Kuroka was trying heal her unsuccessfully. Harry concentrated, adding his power too. It was completely useless. He shouted. A shout that rendered the air, a shout of sorrow, more powerful than a banshee's. It was felt by everyone there and beyond. The members of the Mortis alliance felt it resonating through their bones. The ancient dragons felt it and wept with the being whose sorrow was so strong it brought even them to their knees. Even with Malthael's Grace it was too late. Shirone was dead. Harry cradled her body to himself and cried, cried until darkness engulfed him.

He was floating. Lost in a sea of black. He forgot. Who was he? Why was he here? What had happened? Remember. Remember whom you were. Remember why you came. He heard many voices around him. Telling him to wake. Opening his eyes he looked at the room around him. The colours were dull and muted. He saw that he was stranding naked in front of a bound sarcophagus. On the other side of the room he saw a chair. Behind it stood another naked figure. He had blue eyes and red hair.

Hello Harry. Do you know who I am?

Malthael.

Yes. Do you know who you are?

Harry James Potter.

Very well. Do you remember what happened?

I…I…we were fighting. Koneko was hit in the chest. Why…why…didn't your Grace work?

She was a devil. They die and are resurrected by the Evil Pieces. You cannot recall a being already resurrected.

So…she's gone…another one…gone…

Not completely.

What?

Some part of her soul still lives in her piece. There is only one being capable of dividing a soul without damaging it.

God.

Yes. Our father.

But he is dead.

Yet he gave us our powers.

Our?

We are many. The many are one. One for all. And all for one. Unity of souls through the ages. Power shared in bodies. We are only one. Malthael, Harry, Harry, Malthael.

But the soul is incomplete…

Then complete it Harry. Go. Awaken to our true power, let the chains holding you shatter, and your true self resurface.

Harry felt his eyes grow heavy and darkness overtake him. Malthael looked at the sarcophagus. The chains around it had broken. You finally woke.

Harry woke to the sound of shouts around him. Looking around with narrowed eyes he noticed that he wasn't on the battlefield anymore. The devils were shouting at his team. He noticed that the exorcists and Asia were sitting in a corner, looking sullen. Azazel and Sirzechs were trying to defuse the situation, although they themselves were clearly angry at something. He noticed that Kuroka, who had been clearly crying, had her head on his chest. "The piece…" He breathed slowly. Kuroka looked at him bewildered "…Shirone's piece…can save her…get me the piece" Kuroka nodded and subtly helped him go over her sister. Unfortunately, Issei had noticed them and had tried to stop them. Harry's team intercepted him, but not before everyone had noticed. Struggling over to the body he put his hand on her chest. Rias and her queen tried to attack him but were stopped by Sirzechs. Harry concentrated on the pool of energy he had felt when he woke. Drawing upon it he drew out the evil piece. His natural magic then went to work, swirling in the room, breaking the bonds holding the sliver of soul and putting it back in the body, all the while taking part of Harry's and doing the same. He collapsed in the arms of his people due to the heavy strain the resurrection had inflicted him. When the devils tried to get near the body they were thrown away by a wave of energy. They all watched as Koneko raised in the air. Wings of blue energy, the same colour as Harry's eyes, unfurled from her back. She opened her eyes. When they found Harry's they flashed blue. "Harry…" she came back down, wings still out. "Shirone…" he approached and embraced her, their wings encircling them like a cocoon. Arthur spoke for their group. "We should leave. Misses Irina and Xenovia, you are welcome to stay with us." The exorcists hesitated and and followed them out. Azazel also went with them. The devils were on the verge of doing something when Sirzechs teleported them somewhere else.

No one had seen or heard Harry and Shirone for the following week. They had spent it together in one of Harry's uncharted islands. Harry had apologised for lying to her and told her the truth. She had asked him why he had saved her. "Why not?" he had smiled at her. Without the lies straining it their relationship had bloomed. Meanwhile in Kuoh the atmosphere was strained. The Three Factions had decided on a meeting to try and keep their peace. Azazel had been bewildered when he had discovered Vali's new allegiance. The devils wanted to get Kuroka for her crimes. The angels meanwhile wanted to find a way to silence the exorcists and understand what happened with Malthael. The day of the meeting soon arrived. The representatives were all there, even Gasper, the vampire in Rias' peerage. Once they were starting the meeting the remainders of the Old Satan faction. They had managed to capture Gasper and use his powers to stop time. Even with the barrier around the meeting place, the forces of the magicians were way more. That was how Harry and Shirone found the academy. "Why can't they just stop causing us problems." Shirone laughed and Harry held her close. Unfurling his wings and gripping his scythe and Shirone. He jumped and charged at the magicians. Flying around them he summoned spears of light and wraiths to attack the magician. Those who were too near he dispatched with bolts of pure magic. Soon even the satans were eliminated. No one noticed a figure dressed like a priest escape in the melee. Once everything had calmed down Harry made his way to the room where the factions were having the meeting. "Why are you here, brother?" this was the first time Michael had seen Harry. "Making sure you do not mess my plans up and helping out some friends."

"Well… now that everyone's here we can begin. As part of the Grigori I can assure you that we had no place in Kokabiel's attack."

"He's right. Kokabiel was working with the Old Satan faction and the Khaos Brigade. One was eliminated today and the other was taken care of many weeks ago." Harry purposely forgot to mention that half of his team came from those groups.

"The angels do not want to go to war."

"Neither do we devils. The resurgence of the Old Satan faction is a problem we didn't need. Especially now. It's going to take time to take care of them."

"Then, now that this is hopefully behind us, we can move to more urgent matters."

"Ya! Like what did you do to our Koneko!" Shirone bristled and Harry narrowed his eyes. One day he would take that pervert and chuck him into oblivion.

"I saved her life."

"How? Brother, even your Grace cannot bring back everyone."

"That is true. I cannot resurrect someone who has been resurrected already once. But what you do not know is that the evil pieces hold part of the possessor's soul. I just took her piece and melded it with part of mine. That was enough to resurrect her. And she's mine you bloody pervert." Shirone, Harry and Raynere glared at him, while Rias and Akeno glared at Harry. "Now, Sirzechs, I only have one thing to tell you. You might want to check the circumstances behind what Kuroka did, she might not be so guilty as what you think." Harry turned to Michael. "With you I need to talk in private." Harry then gestured to the roof and then to the exorcists. Nodding Michael excused himself. "Just so you know…neither me, nor those with me are angels. Nor Youkai. We are Mortis. We follow our own rules. And if you get in our way…well…do be careful." He followed Michael out of the room, Irina and Xenovia on his heels. On the roof he found Michael displaying his wings. He unfurled his own blue ones. Irina and Xenovia were huddled in the corner. "Let me get the exorcists, brother. They must be delt with. If humanity was to discover that God is dead…our way of life and the balance would be destroyed."

"All this for the Greater Good. Right?" Michael nodded. "Well then, let me tell you something." Transforming in Malthael he took the seraphim by the robes. "Do not talk to me about the greater good. My parents died for it. My only family died for it. I died for it. So, do not talk to me about that bloody fucking graeter good!" Harry threw Michael on the ground and pointed to Irina and Xenovia. "They are under my protection. You do not have to worry about anything." Turning he strode over the exorcists and held his hands. When they took them they felt the world still before them, before everything turned back to normal. Looking at each other they saw wings made of energy sprouting from their backs. "Come, it's time to go home." With that the trio took flight, followed by the rest of Harry's team.

Azazel and Sirzechs helped Michael up "Well…that went well indeed." Michael glared at them.