I managed to squeeze most of the aspects of my dream into this story, it was fun to write, save for the heart attack I had when my tablet with the majority of this fic lost to a bootlock. Thankfully I didn't have to trash it. Hope you had fun
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It would be a few weeks before Warlock would get all of the answers he had wanted. A week after everything, he had discovered a new contact in his phone he didn't recognize. 'Anthony J Crowley,' mobile. He had tried calling it when he first noticed the new contact, and though the call was answered in two rings, he had been told to wait for a call back. He always made sure his phone was charged and on him at all times. He did appreciate the upgrade, the new features and better cameras were awesome Once he got that phone call, he arranged a visit to the old bookshop that was no longer burnt down, but back together. Apparently everything had been restored that had been ruined on that day, even Nanny's car.
"Warlock, dear boy! It's so nice to see you!" Aziraphale greeted him with a hug when he entered. "How have you been!"
Warlock smiled and returned the hug Aziraphale gave him with a smile. "H'lo Brother Francis. I'm alright."
Aziraphale brewed some tea for everyone, and Warlock took a seat next to Crowley on the couch.
"So, Brother Francis..."
"Actually, it's Aziraphale" The angel corrected him with a warm smile.
"Sorry." Warlock gave a sheepish smile while Crowley pat his back. "Are you a demon like Nanny is?"
Crowley suppressed a laugh at the look of indignation on the angel's face. "Heaven's no! I'm an angel. Principality, to be exact."
"Oh, that's cool. And that makes sense, if Nanny's a demon, you'd have to have the opposite if I was supposed to be the anti-christ. I'd still like to get a better understanding about that."
"Oh, yes. Of course!" Aziraphale and Crowley spent the next hour explaining the best that they could about the switch and Warlock had voiced that he had figured that Adam's parents were his biological ones. But that didn't matter to him, it was the ones that raised you, much like how Adam yelled at his own biological father.
"So, dear boy, whats been going on with you? How are your parents fairing after their ordeal?" Aziraphale refilled everyone's drinks.
"Well my parents are getting a divorce. Mom blamed the whole thing on dad, and apparently dad had been doing not so great things in the background."
"That certainly isn't cool." Crowley frowned. He knew Thaddeus the third was destined for the pits, he just didn't know the extent of it. That wasn't his department.
"Nah, its actually pretty cool. Mom's moving to her own place in here in London, so I can stay in the same school, I'm actually hoping to go to the same school that Adam and his friends go to, they seem really great."
"That would be wonderful if it happens!" Aziraphale said cheerfully, clearing away the dishes.
"Well either way, you wont be rid of us that easily." Crowley gave him a wink. "We'll always be here if you do need it"
And they had meant it. Warlock's mom found a nice house outside of Tadfield, close enough that he could still attend the same school as his new friends. And Aziraphale and Crowley made sure to visit them once in a while, just to check up on the whole lot. Warlock was quite glad he turned out to be the wrong boy, because otherwise his life would probably be dreadfully boring.