An Archangel's Secret

Summary: Dumbledore should have known better that to take the rambling of a vindictive women word as gospel. Tom Riddle should not have touched what was not his to touch. Now they will pay for taking one of his hidden children from him.

Disclaimer: I don't own this amazing people in the Potter universe they all belong to J.K. Rowling. I am just taking them out for a test ride.

AN: Misteeirene gave me the idea while reading their story "Broken Twilight". If you have not read any of their stories it is a read. Just to give you a head up on this story it is an AU meaning my Harry is a girl and we have a little time travel in this story too. So you have been warning in advance.

Prologue

November 1, 1987

Privet Drive, Little Whinnying, Surrey England

He waited in the shadows of the home across the street as he watched the three magical fools discuss the placement of his child. The magical world must have really be going downhill if they thought for one moment that his little Azalea was going to live in that house filled with animals that would know doubt hurt her or worse. Michael kept a close eye on all his charges, and from the moment that Azalea Marie Potter was born to his beloved Lilly Evans-Potter he knew that she was special. He could sense some of his special brand of power coursing through her veins.

Azalea like her mother Lilly before her took after him in genetics, and she would even surpass her mother in beauty and grace as she grows older he could already see that. The only difference between mother and daughter was their hair color. Azalea's hair was as black and shiny as midnight with a purple shade that would only be visible in the right light. Azalea was the true snow white come to life except for her light honey color shin tone that she got from her father James Potter.

Michael was brought back to the here and now to see Dumbledore and McGonagall part ways and disappear at different ends of the street. He wanted five more minutes before moving of out the shadows toward his precious charge laying on the front stoop of this monster's home like a bottle of milk or the next day's newspaper.

Michael picked her up and he had to smile as she sighed and settle into his arms. If someone was looking out of their windows at that time they wouldn't see the man holding something or someone in his arms as his silently walked down the walk have from the house they vanished as if they were never there in the first place.

~A~A~S~

They reappeared on the steps leading to Gringotts Wizarding Bank in Diagon Alley at three in the morning. What the magical fools didn't know was that the bank never closed. Oh, it was closed at night to the normal magical crowed but to a certain few the bank was always opened to them day or night. As he went up the stairs he made sure that Azalea was concealed from others that were out in the early morning hours and warm in the crisp November air when the guards standing on duty recognized him and opened the doors for him at once. It would not do to anger an Archangel in any way shape or form.

By the time they were half way across the bank proper the branch bank manager Ragnok was already made a where of the Archangels presence in the bank and was waiting in his office for his arrival. The doors to the mangers office was opened by Ragnok himself upon Michael's arrival. They greeted each other quietly so not to awaken the child in Michael's arms. With a snap of his fingers a cradle appeared beside the chair he would occupy for the duration of his time in this office to discuss business. After making sure Azalea was comfortable they got down to business. It took the better for of four hours but everything was done to Michael's satisfaction. In the next days, weeks, months, and years the Wizarding World will be in for a rude awakening. Starting at 10am this very morning he wished he could be there for the surprised, but he had other important things to do than to watch these magical fools tripping all over themselves after everything he had just set into motion. Before leaving the bank Michael felt another of his chosen children coming closer to where he was in Ragnok's office.

Michael could feel her rage and fear as she drew closer and closer. By the wave of his hand the doors opened and Alice Longbottom enter the office holding her sleeping son Neville in her arms. Both males jumped to their feet as she entered and falls into Michael's arms crying heart quenching sobs. Michael pulled Alice into his lap as gentle rocked her and Neville until she calmed down.

What only a chosen few knew about Alice Proby-Longbottom was that she was a seer in her own right. As Michael rocked Alice he could see the visions she had about 1am this morning, and she didn't need to make her request her Neville will be safe with him and little Azalea where he was taking them.

Michael placed a fatherly kiss on Alice's forehead and whispered into mind one word.

"Yes".

As Alice sighed in relief that her request was granted Michael waved his hand again to expand the cradle that a sleeping Azalea was in. As Michael and Alice stood she stepped over to the cradle hugged and kissed her little man one more time before placing Neville beside his god-sister Azalea to sleep the sleep of angels.

She caresses both children one last time before she turned and hugged Michael one last time in this world. She handed him the moleskin bag that she brought with her. Michael kissed her forehead once more before she turned to the bank manger bowed respectfully to him turned on her heels with military style that would make many beginning soldiers jealous leaving the office to for full her own part of these children's destiny.

The Sigh that left Michael's chest was both sad and proud at the same time. He looked at Ragnok and said, "We now have the Longbotton Estate to also settle my friend let us be about it then we have two hours more before the children and I leave."

Ragnok was confused but all became clear when Michael handed him a letter written in Alice's own hand explaining why she left her son in Michael's capable hands.

When he left with the children an hour later everything was set and ready to go both now and in the past because that is where he was taking both children 10 years into the past.

Ragnok was rubbing his hands together relishing his part in sticking it to foolish wizards who hurt his lord Archangel Michael by taking his chosen children away from him. They are playing a dangerous game that they were going to lose because entering the game was a master like know other.

He was playing for keeps.

~A~A~S~

AN: Hope you like the beginning of this story. Looking for a good HP Beta for my Harry Potter Stories if you one or are one let me know please. This story is Un-beta at the moment.