A/N: There is some semi-religious banter in this chapter. I hope that I do not offend anyone by posting this and if I do, I apologise and wish to inform you that it was not my intention to do so. I would also like to inform you that I am not a very religious person and I am merely basing this all on things that I have heard from others.

"Ok Harry, what's going on?" Was the first question that came out of Hermione's mouth as she and Harry sat down at the kitchen table. She had the look on her face. The one that said 'you will explain everything and you will do so now'. She had her arms folded across her chest and Harry knew that he wasn't going to be able to worm his way out of this one. He sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

"It's complicated and I don't really know where to begin. I suppose it started with the whole ordeal of getting these new powers. At times when my emotions were running high but especially during times when I was angry or scared, this white aura would appear. I don't know why but for some reason, the other inmates seemed to be terrified of it. I never really understood that. What happened just now was a release. There was a magical presence that chose me for a host but he had to break through. I didn't know what it was so I always suppressed it. This time, the emotions were too much, I couldn't hold it back and it broke through. From what I understand of it, I am now playing host to the spirit of a dead angel that has decided to take up residence inside me." He explained quite calmly without looking at her.

"Wha- What?" Hermione stuttered, so shocked by the turn of events that she couldn't form a full sentence. Harry looked up at her.

"This angel had decided to fuse with me. It's- It's hard to explain. It's sort of like a second subconscious. I think I can remember things that have happened even though I wasn't there but as soon as I try to think about it more, it disappears. There also seems to be some sort of instinctual knowledge of certain things. Eventually, we will become the same being, he will cease to exist and I will probably become an angel in the full sense of the word, having all of their abilities and powers" He said.

"An angel?" Hermione squeaked in a high pitched voice. Harry chuckled at her reaction.

"Yes an angel." He replied.

"An honest to god angel with wings and a halo?" She asked in awe. A wave of concentration passed over Harry's face.

"Yes it would seem that I do have wings. No halo though." He informed her.

"So if angels exist, that would mean that God really does exist right?" She asked excitedly. Being the bibliophile that she was, she of course knew that this was one of the questions that had been speculated upon by both muggles and wizards and she was almost beside herself with glee about finally having the answer. The look of concentration passed over Harry's face again.

"I'm not sure. The angels aren't really what you would think them to be. They are a very magical species of beings but I'm not sure about them being divine. There is some mythology about them being the first beings created by god but there is no proof of it. It would appear that its just like a religion. Its based on belief and not proof. They are very much like us in that regard." He told her.

"Oh. Right then." She said, the disappointment of not being given solid proof one way or the other evident in her voice.

"I think I can pop them out now." Harry said suddenly. Hermione's eyes snapped up to his.

"Pop what out?" She asked.

"The wings." He simply said.

"WHAT!." She yelled but stopped as she saw that Harry wasn't paying her the slightest bit of attention. She watched carefully as Harry closed his eyes. They waited for a moment and it passed in silence other than a slight gurgling sound. A pained look washed over him and seemed to pass for a brief moment before He let out an almighty yell of pain. There was the sound of fabric tearing and Harry's shirt was now in rags on the floor. Harry had collapsed onto the floor and she could see his back. There were two white nubs there, each about the size of a fist. Attached to each were red and white wings that were about 6 feet in length. The wings were made up of feathers were mostly a couple of inches in length although there were a few that were bigger. They rose about a foot above his head and looked that they would be level with his ankles when he stood. She was so transfixed by the sight of them that it took her a few seconds to realize that the redness to the wings was in fact blood. Blood which was now flowing freely down his back.

"Oh my god." She whispered as she saw the copious amounts of blood pooling around him. She bent down to cast a healing charm but Harry grabbed her wrist before she could.

"Don't" He said through clenched teeth.

"But Harry-" She began but she was cut off.

"No. Don't do anything. You have to leave it alone."

"But Harry-" She protested. She could not bear to see the sight of him in pain and bleeding.

"Just watch." Was all he said in reply as he cut her off again.

She waited for a few moments to see if anything would happen but nothing did and the blood continued to pool around him. Just as she was about to speak up, she was interrupted again, this time by the sight of Harry's back spontaneously healing itself around the nubs of the wings. The only proof left that he had been hurt at all was the blood pooled around him and the blood stains on the otherwise pristinely white wings. Even as she watched, the blood slowly seeped away leaving the floor and wings, perfectly clean.

Harry gingerly stood up. Just as she had thought, they were about level with his ankles. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he was thinking hard about something. His wings then furled and unfurled into his back. They then majestically swept back and forth, creating a small gust.

"Um Harry, what are you planning to do about this?" She asked curiously.

"What do you mean?" He asked back.

"I mean, you cant very well go around with wings sticking out of your back. It's not the easiest of things to explain. Not to mention that if they find out that you are fusing with an angel, you will get more publicity than ever before and you hate that. Besides, if you do go outside with those, you'll be mobbed by every female that sees you." She explained in her usual matter-of-fact tone.

"What! Why?" He asked sounding genuinely surprised.

"Oh please Harry. Those wings are gorgeous" She giggled at his face turning red. "They really are. They're so white and look so soft that you could-" She cut herself off as she turned red herself as she realized she was babbling. Harry grinned at her.

"Would you like to feel them?" He asked her. The only reply he got was a quick nod of the head and she was by his side so fast that he missed seeing her move at all. She tenderly brushed a hand over the wing on his right side. Just as she had thought, they were extremely soft to the touch. She grasped a feather between her fingers and tugged gently. Even though it was soft, it was very strong and refused to budge.

"You can pull harder." Harry informed her.

She tugged harder and still the feather stayed in its spot. She stopped and smoothed it back into place when she realized that it was in fact quite a bit stronger than it appeared.

"So back to our little problem," She began, "How are you going to hide them?"

"Not too sure about that. Let me think about it for a second. I'm getting more and more information flooding into my head and its giving me a bit of a headache."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked.

"It's Diallo's subconscious knowledge." He told her.

"What's a Diallo?" She asked completely nonplussed.

"Diallo is the name of the angel."

"Oh ok." She said, not knowing what else to say.

After a brief moment of silence Harry uttered a soft "Ah I see". One moment, the wings were there and the next, they were completely gone and the only thing that was left were the two nubs that were sticking out of the top of his back.

"What was that Harry?" She asked exhaustedly. She was getting tired of constantly asking questions.

They can be made immaterial and invisible so that if anything does come into contact with them, it'll just pass straight through them. I could have retracted them into my back but then every time I pulled them out again, it would cause me the same amount of pain and a lot of blood. I think that this way is better and it also allows me to keep my clothes intact." He said as he held up the tattered remains of the top that he was wearing.

"That's a good thing. Well now that we have that problem solved, we are going outside." She said bossily.

"Where are we going and why?" He asked.

"We are going to Diagon Alley and we are going there because we have been stuck inside this house for too long a time. We need to get you some new clothes seeing as how we can't just constantly keep transfiguring things." She answered.

"But all those people. I don't want-" He began but he was cut off by Hermione.

"Harry, you can't spend the rest of your life inside my house. You'll need to confront them eventually and it might as well be sooner rather than later." She told him.

"I suppose you're right." He said sulkily. It was clear that while he would go along with it, he wasn't happy about it.

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right." She said in the know-it-all tone of voice that he was so accustomed to hearing.

They both got dressed quickly and made their way to the street outside Hermione's apartment. She looked around for a moment before raising her wand hand high into the air. After a minute or two in which neither of them said anything, the Knight Bus appeared. A conductor appeared and began the usual speech that nobody ever listened to. About halfway through, he must have realized that he was talking to 'The Harry Potter' and after that, he could hardly get a word out without stuttering. Harry just rolled his eyes at the man and asked him how much it was to Diagon Alley. The conductor insisted that he didn't have to pay and Harry, who always hated being treated as a celebrity, shoved 2 galleons into the mans hand and climbed up the stairs to the third floor, uncaring about the eyes that were staring at him the whole time.

In fact, he was surprised by the amount of people that were on the Knight Bus. He observed as he climbed that it was nearly full. He would have that with the return of Voldemort, people would be scared to even go outside of their homes and while they did look tense, it was nowhere near the level of panicking paranoia that he expected.

"Hermione, why are there so many people on the bus?" He asked as they took the last two empty seats on the top floor of the bus.

"It is one of the safest modest of transport that there is nowadays. Floo can be intercepted, apparition can be tracked and blocked and brooms can be hijacked. Portkeys are safest but to create them, you need special permission from the ministry and they don't just give it out for day to day use. The Knight Bus now has a special panic button that the driver can push. When he does, aurors, start flooding in here in seconds. But to be honest, the reason why most people are here is because of you."

"What? What do you mean me?" He whispered to her indignantly.

"Harry, you don't know what it was like after you were sent to Azkaban. People had lost all hope and they were all willing to lay down and let Voldemort win. I'm sure that it would have happened soon if you hadn't been freed. I know that you don't realize this and that you probably won't like it, but people see you as an icon and a hero." She put a hand up as Harry made to interrupt her. "No listen, people do see you as their hero. You have faced Voldemort 5 times and you have accomplished what no one else could. In their eyes, you managed to vanquish him when you were a year old when even Dumbledore could not do so. That is a great inspiration to others. No doubt, if you had seen the Knight Bus before your release, it would have been quite empty. I suspect that the same will be true of Diagon Alley."

She said this as the bus was making it's way around England, dropping people off and picking up others. Some who got on, came up to the top floor and paused as they saw Harry. When they realized what they were doing, they quickly looked away and took their seats. By the time that they got to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was quite tired of it and couldn't wait to get off of the bus. If he had known what he was getting himself into, hw would have probably stayed on the bus and ridden it back to Hermione's place.

When they got off and entered the Leaky Cauldron, all conversations ceased and all heads turned to look at them. Harry felt his temper rising even more and had to keep chanting in his mind 'don't curse them, don't curse them'. It must have shown because soon, everyone was back to their own business and Harry and Hermione made their way in between the tables to the back where they entered Diagon Alley.

He had asked Hermione to cast a notice-me-not charm on him but she had refused, saying that the whole point of being there was so that he could confront the public. People took quick looks at him but just as quickly turned away as they noticed that he was glaring at anyone who so much as noticed him. At the same time, Harry was checking out Diagon Alley in case there was the possibility of another attack by death eaters.

It was a definite change from the Alley that he had visited a few days ago. There had been very few people then and all of them had been trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. Now, it was nearly overflowing with people. There still weren't many children around and everyone did look a bit wary as though they were afraid that an attack might occur at any moment but it was still a change from the near deserted Diagon Alley that he had seen after his release.

He and Hermione decided to skip Gringotts entirely as they had already been there on their last trip ad didn't need to withdraw anymore money. It did however remind him that he still had his parents trunks and that he would have to eventually open it and go through their possessions.

They headed over to Madam Malkin's Robes for all occasions and left after Harry had gotten quite a few sets of new robes. Madam Malkin had attempted to apologise to Harry for what had happened to him but she stopped mid sentence at the cold look that was thrown her way.

Harry meanwhile was beginning to feel a little relief. He was enjoying seeing these people looking so uncomfortable. Of course, none of them were probably directly responsible for him getting sent to Azkaban but it still felt good to get some measure of revenge on those that had turned their backs on him. In fact, he enjoyed it so much, that he decided to get a load of confrontations out of the way that day.

"Hermione, I think we should pay a visit to Grimmauld Place." He said. Even though it was formed as an opinion, the tone of it indicated that it really wasn't a request.

"Harry, the order members are all still there, I don't think-" She said but was cut off.

"Well as long as I am facing people, I might as well face those who are responsible for this whole thing. I want to see them held accountable for what they have done to me. Make no mistake, they will get what they deserve. I'm especially looking forward to giving Dumbledore a piece of my mind although I'm not beyond giving him a taste of my fist either." He said this with such conviction that Hermione could do nothing to dissuade him.

It was only a 20 minute walk from Diagon Alley to the ancient and most noble house of Black. As they approached the gap between number 11 and 13, number 12 popped into existence. Harry unlocked the door and stepped inside. A voice echoed from the other end of the hallway.

"It's about time-" It was Mrs. Weasley. She walked into the hall, carrying a tablecloth, the succulent smell of a roast wafting up to them from the kitchen. As she saw Harry and Hermione both standing there, it was clear that they were not who she was expecting. She dropped the cloth and ran to Harry and pulled him in one of her massive hugs before Harry could react.

"Oh Harry, we're so-" But like so many others before her, she was cut off by the fury directed at her by Harry. He pushed her off of him and she stumbled backwards, grabbing the banister to the stairs to straighten herself up. She looked hurt that Harry would do such a thing. Unfortunately for her, Harry didn't give a shit what she thought of him. In his mind, after they betrayed him, they were nothing but the dregs of society. He had even saved their daughter from certain death and they had the audacity to claim that he was evil? 'Very well, so be it' he thought to himself.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked her as if he were talking to a complete idiot (which she probably was given her actions).

"I- I just thought…"

"Well you obviously didn't think hard enough. If you thought for one second that things were going to go back to the way they were before, you had better think again." He said brutally before pushing past her and heading down into the kitchen where his main target lay. Dumbledore.

There was apparently an imperturbable charm on the door because nobody in the kitchen seemed to have heard a word of the argument that had just happened or the wracking sobs that were now emitting from a wreck of a woman who felt like she had just had her heart torn to shreds.

Deciding on making a dramatic entrance, Harry walked up to the door and blasted it open with a bit of raw magic. The door flew off its hinges, soared across the table and went crashing into the window, sending shards of glass everywhere. A layer of dust was sent into the air and for a moment, there was the moment of people coughing. When the dust had settled a bit and everyone had seen Harry, there was complete silence aside from the sobs that could still be heard coming from Molly Weasley. The people who were looking the worst were Ron, who already knew what Harry could do and Dumbledore, who Harry was bound to be the angriest at. Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Tonks, Kingsley, Moody, Mundungus and all of the Weasleys were present. The only significant person that was missing was Lupin.

"Let's hear it then." Harry said impatiently. He wanted to get this part of it over with. No matter what they said, he knew that he would never forgive them. So he didn't bother exerting too much effort as all of them tried to apologize at once, several of them near to tears, others, well past them. Dumbledore raised a hand and spoke as everyone stopped talking.

"Harry, you have to understand that all the evidence pointed to you." Dumbledore pleaded. Harry, through his newly acquired personal angel, realized that Dumbledore was lacing his words with magic, trying to influence Harry into forgiving them.

'The last hope of a desperate man' Harry thought to himself. 'I wonder what he would do if he was on the receiving end of it?'

"slap Ron" Harry said aloud, Diallo, fusing his words with magic. In just a very short time, he and the angel had become very close, their thoughts intermingling. If the rate of fusion continued at this rate, Harry and Diallo would disappear to form a completely new person.

(A/N - I hope you all get what I mean by that. He will change so much in his personality that he might as well be a new person that has mixtures of both their personalities)

Dumbledore, finding himself unable to resist Harry's command words, drew back his hand and slapped Ron across the face. Hard. After he did so, he looked around in a confused state and realization swept over his face. He paled and slowly shifted his glance towards Harry.

"H-Harry-" He began but couldn't continue. He choked back a sob and had to look away. The congregation couldn't understand what was going on aside from Hermione who looked furious and, surprisingly, McGonagall who was looking disappointedly at Dumbledore. Harry merely watched in cold indifference. The others were shooting each other curious and weary glances, having no idea about the extent of the power now available to Harry. Ron just looked wide-eyed at Dumbledore

'It would be rude to leave them in the dark about it' Harry decided. He let go of the barriers that he had been holding tightly and allowed Diallo to come forth.

At once, Diallo rushed ahead, anxious to make his point and show the puny humans the true combined power of his and Harry's combined powers. His eyes regained their spectacular white glow and the angel had to keep himself from laughing out loud as Ron's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out cold. When he spoke to the assembled group, it came out in the same deep, rumbling voice.

"You dare to try and apologize? You have not an inkling of the sufferings that has been suffered. Maybe you ought to see. I for one can not think of a more suitable punishment." He raised his hand and all of their heads lolled back. They all experienced the pain of Harry having to be in the constant presence of the dementors. The pain of the bruises from his uncles beatings. The pain of having his heart ripped to shreds when none of his friends had defended him. They experienced it all and yet it was nowhere near the level of anguish that Harry had gone through because Diallo believed that a weaker man than Harry would not stand the pure unadulterated brutality of it. He let the effects dissipate and smirked as none of them had been able to stay conscious through the experience. He receded into the background, allowing Harry to take control again. He and Hermione stood up and left without a backwards glance. She couldn't help but cry at the look in the members eyes. Harry wrapped an arm around her and they disapparated away.