AN: OK here is the next chapter sorry it is a bit late but I was feeling the Fairy Tail vibe and had my creative juices flowing. This chapter has got quite a few hints in it for what is to come so read it carefully.

Sorry it has been a while I have been distracted lately with a new idea I have had for a Percy Jackson/ Harry Potter crossover which I have started drafting. Whether it comes to anything though I am not sure it will just depend on how I feel about it at the time.

Also the next of my stories that will be getting updated is the Road to Hell as I think I have left that one a bit to long and I want to get back to it, also because I kind of feel like a dick for leaving people hanging.

On a more relevant note it is with this chapter that we start to move away from the original story so I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter or Highschoo or any of the other influences from movies and anime etc. you may see in here.

(Chapter 6)

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(Bifrost Bridge, Asgard within the Nine Realms)

In a realm connected yet separate from Earth stood a magnificent golden city that shone with an inhuman splendor and glory. Connected to this city was a large rainbow bridge a dozen metres wide that led out toward a dome shaped station of sorts which stood on the periphery of the massive city. It was from this station the residents of this realm, the divine realm of Asgard the kingdom of the Norse Gods, could traverse all Nine Realms of their mythology with impunity, their rule almost unchallenged.

Within the domed shaped station, made of heavy pale coloured stone and inlaid with artistic murals to the Norse Gods stood a black-skinned man wearing intricate yet deadly bronze armour and a large ornate helmet. His eyes misty eyes seemed to glow like stars iin the night sky, endless in their depth and knowledge. Truly, the wielder of such eyes must be of unfathomable knowledge and maturity.

"Arghh! I'm bored!" The man in the bronze armour Heimdall said with an exaggerated sigh as he slumped over his two handed great sword which he was casually leaning on as he kept his eternal watch.

Or maybe not…..

Heimdall for that was his name had stood in this waystation between realms as the eternal Guardian of the rainbow bridge, the Bifrost for over five thousand years. His power was to be able to see everything that was happening in all Nine Realms at once. He could look across time and space and was able to detect the approach of most beings within hundreds of miles. Heimdall could sense the life force of Asgardian gods throughout the Nine Realms and could willingly focus his senses on certain sensory information and selectively block the rest of it from his consciousness. Otherwise, he would be mentally and physically overwhelmed by the extraordinary amount of input generated by his extremely acute senses. This for all intents and purpose meant that absolutely nothing in his domain escaped his ever watching sight.

It was due to this innate power that he possessed that he was chosen as the Guardian of the Bifrost a duty that he for the most part took seriously, him having pledged that he would stand there for as long as needed. With his sight, he could see any attack coming from a thousand miles away and could keep an eye on the foolish enemies of Asgard.

"Hel yeah! An orgy!" Heimdall exclaimed his eyes twinkling as he let lose a whistle as he looked at the sight before him, before grimacing slightly as he got a closer look. "
Actually cancel that it is a devil's three-way, two guy's one girl boo!. Still though look at the tits on her. Bow-chika-bow-wow!"

….. And like the majority of ancient male gods given such a power, just like his Olympian and Norse brethren used it to peep on people.

To be fair you shouldn't judge him! He'd been stuck on this damn bridge for five thousand years! Peeping was his only stimulation since no chick with any sense of self-respect would have sex with a guy where anyone could interrupt them. Therefore, he had to get relief somehow.

Heimdall was brought out of his perving by the sound of something approaching. Heimdall's grip on his large two-handed greatsword tightened as he straightened up his feet automatically shifting into a defensive stance as a large flying object approached. Heimdall studied the approaching object using all his senses to get the most amount of information he could, his gaze taking in every minute detail he could about the incoming object.

The approaching object was a shining gold and black object that was similar in appearance to a shooting star as it shot through the sky. Even from here Heimdall could feel the intense divine energy radiating from the object, which was so intense to Heimdall's enhanced sight that it felt like he was looking into the sun. Strangely enough the powerful shining object seemed to slow down, as it did so the glow around it diminished enough for Heimdall to make out the flickering golden fire that surrounded the object and gave of the intense light, When Heimdall had first seen it, it had moved so fast that it surpassed the laws of physics, traveling at the speed of thought. Now though as it slowed down Heimdall was a able to get a better look at the thing that was able to approach Asgard without using the Bifrost. Even as he continued watching he made out more detail as beneath the golden flames he was able to see something that resembled giant golden wings which were covered in metallic looking feathers.

The flying golden object began to gently slow down as it approached where Heimdall was standing, his bronze great sword raised in a position which would allow for him to quickly attack whatever it was that was coming for him if it turned hostile. As it approached the glow dimmed even more as great feathered golden wings unfolded fully spreading momentarily to an impressive twenty six foot wing span before disappearing with a flash of light, as this was happening the owner of the wings fell a few feet, landing on the waystation platform without a sound. The first thing that struck Heimdall about this stranger was the colossal amount of power it seemed to possess, the power was so intense that for Heimdall whose enhanced sight allowed him to see energy in its rawest form, with the being standing so close it was like momentarily looking into the sun.

As his eyes adjusted Heimdall was able to get a better view of whoever it was, the first thing he saw was ornate golden armor that was forged in a distinct style. It did not take Heimdall long to recognise the flamboyant and over the top armour nor the feel of the power that was being exuded. Heimdall almost instantly recognised the approaching figure despite him having a new face and what almost felt like a taint of humanity within his divine form.

"God of the Bible," Heimdall said evenly using the title the the being before him was referred to by the most in the modern age.

Harry for it was Harry merely gave Heimdall a cheeky smirk as he drew the divine energy he had naturally released when using his true form's wings back into his body, his stance and expression showing that he was completely relaxed and utterly unperturbed by the sword wielding man before him. "Heimdall."

There was a beat of silence before Heimdall lowered his sword and let out a booming laugh, taking several steps forward as he did so and pulling Harry into a one armed embrace as he did so, an embrace which Harry returned unbothered by Heimdall's armour.

"I should have known," Heimdall barked out with a smirk on his face as the as two men broke apart. "The God of the Bible is dead, my ass. I swear you're like a bad rash, we can never be rid of you."

"I take offense to that," Harry replied as he took a step away from Hiemdall a look of mock outrage on his face as he did so. "I'm more like a cool breeze on a hot day, impossible to harm but always there and always welcome."

Heimdall just shook his head and gave Harry a punch on the shoulder a rueful smile spreading across his face as he did so. "Still completely up your own arse I see, glad to see something's don't change. So where have you been lurking all this time, you do know you are late don't you? I mean I expected you to return at least a century ago!"

Harry just gave him a cheeky wink before replying. "A god is never late old boy, nor is he early, instead he arrives precisely when he means to. Besides you know me I was just chilling, and you know, watching over millions of faithful followers, trying to maintain the peace, reincarnating as a human without my memories this past generation..."

It took Heimdall a few seconds to process what Harry had just said, but when he did the expression on his usually stoic face turned to a look of surprise before he began nodding slowly in a sagely manner. "That must be why I couldn't track you with my sight since the end of the War. You've been passing off as human; it also explains the slight taint of humanity I sensed in you, your body has still not fully adapted to your divine form?"

"Yes and no," Harry said with a shrug. "I wanted to know how it felt to be human so I reincarnated as a human but without my powers or memories. I was born Harry James Potter. It was pretty eye-opening, in a way. But I'm back now and apparently I got a lot of work backed up and people to catch up with. As for the 'taint of humanity' in me, which by the way is a little harsh, I am slowly adapting but it is taking longer than I thought but I am almost at full strength."

What he had just said though was not the entire truth but Harry was going to stick with it to hide the fact he had actually died and been reborn and that he was still heavily restricted in what he could do as, if he exerted his fully strength it would rip his body to pieces and leave him formless He'd probably tell his friend, Odin, since he knew Odin could be trusted but no one else. Except maybe Poseidon though he could be notoriously loose lipped when bedding Naiad's, so it might be best if he didn't tell him quite yet. After all if it got out he'd been killed and was still vulnerable it would galvanize his enemies since that meant he could be killed again, this time permanently.

Harry gave Heimdall a sly look. "So how have things been? Still an eternal virgin or you did you finally get laid?"

The expression Harry received from Heimdall almost made him burst out laugh, it consisted of a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "I see that you're time among the humans has not changed you as much as I wished it had."

"Haha, you know I am joking with you, I mean really you need to get a sense of humour. Or you know get laid." Harry replied his eyes twinkling slightly with his merriment.

"I have stood watch here on the Bifrost for over five thousand years, it hardly gives me the chance to go out and meet new people." Heimdall replied somewhat defensively as Harry kept giving him an unnerving grin.

"Poor Heimdall," Harry replied his voice laced with sarcasm. "Here you are stuck on this little old poor bridge with what amounts to free porn as you peep on the world. However can the universe be so cruel?"

Heimdall shrugged and blinked his all seeing eyes 'innocently' even as a slight smile form on his face. "I regret nothing. It's not like there's anything else to do up here. Being able to see all of time and space is not what it's cracked up to be. Heck, a lot of the time it's boring. Their wars are boring. Their sex is boring. You know, the repetition."

"Sex is boring?" Harry teased with a laugh. "Only if you watch old boy."

"I am not a virgin so stop implying I am," Heimdall protested somewhat too much. "
I've had sex like lots of times."

"Oh yeah like who?" Harry questioned once again, a smirk on his face as he made the usual stoic guardian act more and more erratic.

"You wouldn't know them they are from different realms." Heimdall responded avoiding eye contact as he did so.

"Oh really which realms?" Harry asked as he continued to give Heimdall a knowing grin.

"I would tell you but it looks like we are about to have company." Heimdall replied his lips twitching slight like he was trying not to smile.

"Hey now you are not getting out of it tha….." Harry began before he was interrupted by a loud shout.

"DAAAAAADDDYYYYY!"

Hearing the shout Harry let out a slight sigh before turning, just in time to catch an armful of a gorgeous, voluptuous blond-haired female Seraph. "Oof!" said Harry as the air in his lungs left him. "Dammit, Gabriel, you're not as light as you used to be. You can't keep doing that."

Gabriel looked up from her father's arms with narrowed eyes. "Is Daddy saying I'm fat?"

Harry paled as a dark aura started to surround his daughter, powered by rightful feminine fury. Wanting to calm her before she unleashed it on him, Harry quickly spoke. "Of course not! You're the perfect weight! Anyway, didn't I leave you to watch over Raynare and Asia-chan?"

Gabriel pouted as her aura dissipated. "I left Raphael to do that when I heard you were leaving Heaven again. You can't go on your own, Daddy! What if something happened to you?!"

Harry sighed at his pseudo-daughter's protectiveness even if a part of him was touched. "I was just visiting Odin like I always did before. I'll be fine."

Gabriel just pouted further and hugged him tighter, telling him that she didn't believe him and was not letting him out of her sight. Out of all the Angels, Gabriel had been hit by his death the most, having been inconsolable for a century afterwards. Therefore, it was understandable that after his return, she was extra clingy, wanting to make sure he was okay and that the reincarnation didn't have any problems.

Sighing and giving it up as a bad job, Harry turned to a smirking Heimdall who was eying Gabriel up and down like a well-done steak. "Hey, babe," said Heimdall in what he probably thought was a suave toe, as he decided to try and prove Harry wrong. "Want me to show some stars?"

Gabriel blinked in confusion at the male god before pointing over his shoulder. "But I see some stars right over there, why would I want to go somewhere else to see them?"

Heimdall stuttered as Harry broke down laughing at his daughter's innocent response. Despite being millennia old and knowing what a pervert was, Gabriel still didn't understand when people were hitting on her. It was endearing in a way and Harry felt no rush to fix it. That way, he never had to worry about her bringing home a boy even now that Angels were allowed to marry, after all he was trying to increase Heaven's population not smite all male angels in existence for hitting on his first and favourite child.

"Ha! fail," Harry replied sending Heimdall a triumphant look. "I'm going to go see that old goat Odin. I'll talk to you later, Heimdall and I want to hear some names next time!"

"Before you go," Heimdall replied ignoring Harry's other comments just like he ignored most of the amusing insults the God like to throw at him, instead getting his attention as he turned serious for a moment his guard effectively back up. "There is something you should know."

Harry frowned at Heimdall's tone, a stoic Heimdall was normal but a serious one, a serious Heimdall however that was worrying. "What is it?"

"I've been keeping a close eye on certain things like your older brother and sister Ophis and Great Red," Heimdall one of the few in the know about Harry's true origins said solemnly. "I'm sure you know about your bitch of a sister Ophis' little group, right?"

Harry frowned heavily not at the insult to his sister because that was true but at what Heimdall had said. "Yeah, but they're clouded by her power so I can't see them. Why, can you?"

"Yes and no," Heimdall said cryptically. "I can't see the group as a whole but if I know a certain member of the group then I can find that person. But since I don't know many members, it doesn't help much and the ones I do know don't really interact with the rest. However, one person I do know is a member is someone you should know: Arthur Pendragon, King Arthur's descendant and the current wielder of Excalibur Ruler."

Harry frowned at the information. He'd been annoyed when he found out one of the Excalibur fragments was missing, meaning he couldn't unite the fragments and regain Excalibur again, he was thinking about gifting it to Neville Longbottom if he passed a number of Harry's tests. He knew that the one who wielded it had left the Church about two years ago but never got a name and he could never sense him for some reason. If he was in league with that bitch Ophis, it would explain why he was clouded, she like Trihexa and Great Red were his older and more powerful siblings and so could hide things from him quite easily. But if what Heimdall said was true, then maybe he could regain the final fragment after all.

"Thanks for the info Heimdall," Harry said gratefully. "Is there anything else?"

Heimdall seemed to hesitate before sighing. "There's one other thing. It might just be me being paranoid but... lately there's been people and books going missing. I wouldn't have cared except... all these people and books reference your older Trihexa in some way. I think... someone might be trying to find Trihexa's Cage."

At that, Harry froze completely, his mind going a million miles an hour. Trihexa was the third oldest of the original four beings and was the most dangerous, not because of his power as that was only just greater than Harry's but because of his nature. Each of the original four primordial's represented certain domains, Great Red the eldest and most powerful represented Time and Fate, Ophis the second oldest represented Space, Darkness and the Void, Harry the youngest of the four represented Creation, Light and Existence. Trihexa however the third eldest, he represented Chaos. So powerful and unstable was Trihexa's domain that he ended up going mad and forming four aspects of himself to rule the domain of chaos, it was this madness and power that truly made him the deadliest of the four. So much so that it took all of Harry's considerable power and thousands of forbidden seals just to trap him.

There was therefore very little reason for someone to want to find Trihexa's Cage. He had sealed Trihexa using thousands of seals and even then, he barely managed it. Any destabilization in the seals could cause it to fail completely. So innocent study was out of the question. That left only one reason...

"Someone wants to release Trihexa, to release the untamed tide of chaos on universe," Harry said real fear in his voice as he thought of his brother being released. "Are they insane?!"

Heimdall grimaced. "I'm thinking yes. However, when I tried to search out for who it was trying to release Trihexa, they were... clouded."

Harry's widened further and he felt like he was about to have a panic attack. Beside him, Gabriel looked alarmed at the look on her father's face, she like Michael knew of his origins, but she had never heard him talk in detail about his siblings. "Clouded?" asked Harry in fear. "As in... Ophis' group clouded?"

Heimdall grimaced and nodded.

"Son of a bitch!" Harry yelled in frustration. "Are you telling me that that stuck up bitch Ophis is the one trying to release Trihexa?!"

"Possibly," Heimdall said grimly. "She does have motivation. She wants to get Great Red out of her realm the Dimensional Gap and Trihexa is the only one who would be able to match if not overwhelm the Great Red. She might want to release Trihexa in order to kill Great Red and achieve silence."

"Silence, she wouldn't get silence all she would achieve would be war unending as Trihexa's power runs rampant and corrupts the entire of existence." Harry spat angrily. "Ophis hasn't changed at all. A stupid, ignorant child with more power than sense."

Ophis. Harry/God had never liked her or the rest of his siblings. She was ignorant, petulant and selfish in a way only a child could be.

To tell the truth, his enmity with Ophis went deeper than just that. Ophis had been Samael's mother. There had been a time back millennia ago before humanity when Harry had fallen for his sister, who back then he saw as the naïve Infinite Dragon God and from that union, Samael had been born. However, Ophis had found Samael uninteresting and been a bad mother to say the least. It became worse when his poison's ability was discovered, where she became outright hostile against him. Samael, desperate for his mother's love attention, had been influenced to eat the Fruit of Knowledge from his Garden.

As punishment, Harry, in a rage, had sealed him in the deepest part of the Underworld, Cocytus. What destroyed any friendliness between Ophis and him, was that the former's actual approval of the act, not because of Samael's actions, but because his curse poison was a threat to her existence.

This infuriated Harry, who, despite having been the one to seal him away, had truly loved Samael. Ophis seeming disregard sparked an argument between them which led to a fight.

A fight he won decisively, she maybe more powerful but he Harry was more skilled.

Ophis never forgave him for defeating her so soundly. Her pride such that she hated everything stronger than her, which was only exasperated by the fact that it was he Harry the youngest of the four that defeat her. Since then, any meeting between them had never been positive or ended on a good note. Since then, Harry had hated dragons and snakes with a passion, including Great Red who was almost as much of a colossal dick as Ophis was an absolute bitch.

But the question was: would Ophis truly release the one being that would bring about the end of the world just to obtain her "silence"?

Harry sighed to himself. Who was he kidding? Of course she would. The little snake didn't care two whits about his world as long as she got what she wanted. The reason she never destroyed the world for her precious "silence" was because she knew Harry would interfere. However it appeared that threat was waning, Ophis most probably knew that he was still alive but appeared that fact he was defeated gave her renewed confidence. Unfortunately the confidence was somewhat justified because as he was Harry doubted he would be able to defeat Ophis. His body had not fully adapted to his divinity, any excessive use of his power would rip his body to pieces and leave him formless. Which for gods was bad as it would mean he would either fade or become one with his domain, which would mean he would no longer be able to properly interact with the world and instead he would become just an omnipotent presence no longer able to take physical form.

So yes, Harry could see Ophis being behind the plot to release Trihexa. He could very easily see it.

"Light damn it," Harry groaned in frustration. "I should never have left. Things went to hell in my absence." Harry looked up and focused on Heimdall. "Heimdall, I need you to do me a favor. Can you tell me where my Holy Relics are located, I have accounted for some but many of my Longinus's are hidden from my sight, I have altered the way they function but I have only so much influence over them whilst they are hidden from me?"

Heimdall seemed to pause before speaking. "The one holding the True Longinus is clouded, meaning he's probably allied with Ophis. The Holy Cross isn't clouded but without a name, it will take me time to find it. As for the Holy Grail..." He paused and his eyes narrowed, as if trying to concentrate on something only he could see. "I can't tell who wields it but I can tell that whoever it is a vampire of some kind, probably a dhampir. They're located in the Land of Vampires."

Harry nodded seriously. "Thank you, Heimdall. Can you alert me if any of them appear in your sight?"

"Of course, my friend," said Heimdall seriously and he was serious despite all Harry's jokes he was one of Heimdall's few true friends.

Harry sighed. "Thank you. Looks like this visit to Odin is going to be more serious than I'd hoped."

Harry's attention was brought to Gabriel when she tugged on his cloak, looking at him in worry. "Daddy? Everything's going to be okay, right?"

Harry's eyes softened and he patted his daughter on the head. "Everything will be fine, sweetheart. Trust me."

Gabriel seemed to take heart at his words and smiled brightly. Turning back to Heimdall, Harry nodded at him in thanks. "Thank you for the warning and information. I'll have to talk to Odin about this. Hopefully, between the two of us we'll be able to avert a disaster. The only problem now is Ophis."

The problem was that as childish as Ophis acted, she was still smart. She knew he was alive and had no doubt hypothesized that he was hiding due to his weakened state. He needed an ace, something to make Ophis wary of facing him...

Harry grimaced as he realized there was only one or two things in the world that would make Ophis back off short of him regaining his full power. It appeared that after visiting Odin he would need to see Poseidon.

"Well, there's no hope for it," Harry said with a sigh. He nodded at Heimdall who seemed to know what he was thinking if the grim look in his eyes was any indication. "Thanks again, Heimdall. See you later."

After exchanging goodbyes with the Guardian of the Bifrost, Harry and Gabriel walked across the rainbow and into Asgard proper, to meet with an old friend.

( - )

(With Raynare and Asia in Kuoh)

Raynare sighed in boredom as she left yet another class with her charge, Asia. Beside her, Asia was happily chatting away about some inane thing she found fascinating. Raynare was only half paying attention, her mind on recent events.

Meeting her Holy Father after so many centuries had been shocking to say the least. Not only had she never expected it to happen, but it ended far differently than she thought it would. Sure, he had punished her, those days as a normal human had been extremely uncomfortable and eye-opening, but not as badly as she'd thought. He'd even given her a second chance to prove herself, returning her powers to her and even offering to return her to Heaven and His service if she so desired.

To tell the truth, the offer was tempting. The only reason she'd Fallen was out of love for Azazel and it had become abundantly clear that he cared nothing for her beyond what he cared for any other of his kin. She'd tried so hard to gain his affection to no avail. After so long, she had become bitter and angry, hating anyone who was happy when she wasn't and taking it out on them. An example had been her sort of kind of ex-boyfriend Issei. She hadn't really needed to be so cruel to him but in a way, she had wanted him to suffer like she'd suffered with Azazel, being basically strung along only to have his heart broken in the end.

Losing God's Love and Light for a man who didn't even care for her turned her into a bitter, angry harpy. She'd lashed out at everyone, coming to believe that if she'd been stronger, then it would have been him who was trailing after her and not the other way around. That was the reason why she'd been so cruel to Issei on their date and why she'd wanted to take Asia's Sacred Gear. A mix of bitterness and disdain at their naivety and jealousy at their happiness. They hadn't deserved it and that was something she had learned in her time around her father.

She should probably apologize to the idiot boy at some point even if he was obnoxious and a Devil. He hadn't deserved what she had done to him and the date he had taken her on hadn't been... terrible, per se. He wasn't her type at all (or the type of any self-respecting woman to tell the truth) but he was at least a halfway decent person if you took away his sexual frustration and grating personality. He had to be fair tried his best to make their date nice and memorable despite how obviously inept and inexperienced he was. It was almost endearing in a way and she was sure that one day he would make a deaf, dumb and blind girl very happy. Of course, that was only if he got rid of his blatant perversity, his lack of other women's privacy and lack of any other redeeming qualities beyond being an honest person. So she was sure that one day he would be fine if he was neutered.

Raynare followed Asia as they went outside for lunch. She almost smiled at the way Asia's face fell when she didn't see God anywhere despite having been told he would be gone. It was unbearably cute, like a kitten who'd been denied her favorite ball of yarn.

The time she'd spent around Asia had had an effect on her as well. Rayanre found herself being less sarcastic and mean as time passed, at first because she didn't want Asia (and through her God) to be mad at her and then because she genuinely didn't want to. All this time in this peaceful environment had helped a lot in making her forget her painful past. It was hard to stay bitter and angry when she saw how Asia strived forward despite all the pain and rejection in her life she still continued forward. The end result was that Raynare was much calmer and genuinely nicer than she had been before.

Asia led the two into the shade of a tree to have their lunch. Their Father always hand-made their lunches, no matter how busy he was. It always made Raynare happy inside every time he gave her, her lunch telling her as he did so that he made her sandwich without edges just the way she liked it. It was little things like that that really made Raynare love her Father.

'L-l-l-love?' thought Raynare with a blush. 'Like I would care what that stupid man thinks. S-stupid dog! That's what he is! A stupid dog humping everything he sees! Stupid dogfather! Tsun!'

Her internal tsundere moment having passed, Raynare turned to Asia who looked down. Sighing to herself, Raynare turned to the girl. "Now what's got you down in the dumps, Asia?"

Asia tried to smile and wave it off with little success. "N-nothing, Yuuma! I'm just worried about the exam next week!"

Raynare gave her a deadpanned look. "The test is on Italian and unless you've suddenly developed amnesia, I'm pretty sure you'll pass." Here, Raynare blushed. "Plus, F-father said he was going to give us tutoring sessions if we have any problems."

It had been equal parts mortifying as it was heart-warming when the first time she'd come home with a C on a test, he'd taken them both aside and started helping them in the subjects they had trouble with. She had expected him to punish her for failing or something but instead he had taken her aside and helped her understand the complicated subject known as Calculus. He had been patient and hadn't mocked her for not understanding it right away, simply telling her that everyone had their strengths and weaknesses and they shouldn't be ashamed of it.

Raynare felt her heart warm and a happy 'daddy's girl' smile cross her face as she thought about her recent 'Daddy time'. He had been telling the truth when he said he wanted to pamper her and while he had limits, he was usually willing to do anything she asked, within reason. She still remembered when he'd acquiesced to her shy demand that he take her to the roof of the church and watch the stars with her, holding her like a father would his daughter while they did.

Father always had a warm and loving aura. Before now, she had only felt it once and that was when she was created. Since then she had only felt it twice more before her Fall and then once after. The time after her Fall had been the most memorable: his aura radiated anger, pain and hurt at her Fall, despite her having been nothing but a grunt angel at most, he had felt as if her Fall had been just as painful as a Seraph's would be.

Since His return into her life, she had felt it every time he was in the area and found herself basking in it. Her wings symbolized her slow return to the Light as they looked lighter with every passing day. She found herself less inclined to cause pain and suffering and more wanting to just enjoy these peaceful days.

"I-I know," said Asia bashfully, no doubt also embarrassed at being tutored by the Lord Himself. "It's... it's Issei. I haven't seen him or the others in almost a week and I'm worried. Do you think something happened?"

Rayanre bit back her automatic retort of they could only hope and decided to be kinder in her response. "I doubt it. The world isn't so lucky."

Hey, she said she would be nicer, not that she would nice.

Asia gave her a reproachful look. "Yuuma!"

Raynare sighed. "Fine, fine. I'm sorry. I'm sure they're fine. Father said that he had heard from Sona that they're training for some big event or something so they're probably somewhere remote doing that. Devils training tends to destroy the landscape a bit so they probably went somewhere it wouldn't draw as much attention, but I doubt they are that far from Kuoh. After all even if she is the sister of Sirzechs Lucifer there are many dangerous things outside of Kuoh, many of which would be more than willing to incite Lucifer's wrath by killing his sister to settle old grudges."

Asia seemed to relax slightly when she heard they were close by and safe, she may not know them particularly well but they had gone out of their way to help her when she was in trouble so she did still care for them. As she relac Asia turned and sent Raynare a sunny smile in thanks for her words. "I see. Thanks, Yuuma!"

Raynare blushed at the sincerity in her tone, her aura only making it clear that she truly meant what she said.

Asia's aura felt similar to her father's, though to a much lesser extent. As His Holy Maiden, she held a part of His power and radiated it at all times. She had noticed that with the exception of the Highclass Devils Rias and Sona the other devils looked uncomfortable around her, as if her very presence caused them some minor pain. It was worse when she prayed, causing them all to fall to their knees in pain if they were close enough to hear it. However, to her, Asia felt warm and full of light. The Angel in her was drawn to it and she felt the corruption that caused her Fall lessen every day she was with the girl.

She didn't know if it was because she was the Holy Maiden or her own innocence and naivety being transferred into her aura but it even affected the people around them. It made them kinder and more willing to help her if she needed it. Raynare herself had taken advantage of it sometimes to get boys to do stuff for them, though less so as time passed. To tell the truth, Asia's aura reminded Raynare of home.

Home.

Most Fallen Angels didn't like to think about their former home. Most said they didn't have a home, making a place for themselves either here on Earth or in the Underworld or else moving from place to place like lost nomads. It was painful to think about their former home, especially as it caused them to remember what they'd lost.

Raynare still remembered. She remembered the warmth of Heaven's Light. She remembered flying amongst the clouds with a smile on her face, sometimes racing with her brothers and sisters in good fun. She even remembered their Father sometimes joining his Angel's games, flying with giant wings of burnished gold.

She remembered the feeling of belonging and of being loved by her Father.

Then she remembered having all that stripped from her with her Fall. She remembered having her home's Gates barred to her, no longer being welcome. She remembered brothers and sisters she used to playfully race hunt her.

But overall, she remembered the loss of purpose and love she'd had as her Father's angel.

She had transferred all that to Azazel, hoping he could fill the void with his love for her.

But he didn't. No matter what she did, she still felt the emptiness and loss she felt the day she first Fell. An aching hole in the heart that couldn't be filled by anything else.

"How does it feel?" Asia turned to Raynare who was looking at Asia with a look of longing on her face. "How does it feel to feel Father's love all the time? It's been so long since I last felt it, I..."

Asia's face turned sympathetic before a bright smile filled her face. "It feels... as if I'm never alone. As if no matter where I go, He'll be with me and love me. As if... before, my life was seen through a gray film and now everything has color and texture." Asia turned to Raynare and gave her the most perfect, beautiful smile she'd every given anyone. "It feels... like home."

Raynare looked down as she tried to hide her tears.

Home.

She wanted that. Oh, did she ever.

In her heart of hearts... Raynare, the Fallen Angel, just wanted to go home again.

She wanted to feel what Asia feels. She wanted to be surrounded by brothers and sisters and feel her Father's love again. She wanted to feel that sense of purpose and righteousness she had felt before her Fall. She wanted it all back. Everything she'd lost.

Raynare wondered if it was this way for all Fallen Angels and the reason so many went crazy was because they realized there was no going back. That they realized they would never feel that same clarity of purpose and peace they had before. That they would always feel confusion and loss, trying to lose themselves in their Sin to sooth the ache of loss.

And here Raynare was, with a chance to get it all back.

And by the Heavens, she wanted it. If she had to crawl through a field of razors and apologize to every single person she'd ever wronged, she'd do it. She'd do it for only the slightest promise of being able to go back home. Of being able to no longer have to look over her shoulder for an exorcist or devil wanting to kill her. She would promise to never harm another soul if she could have that again.

Raynare froze and her eyebrow twitched as she heard whispers coming from a nearby bush. The owners of said whispers were obviously ogling them as she could feel their nasty, perverted gaze on her body, specifically her chest and bum.

Her usual gentle smile turned forced as she felt the two other resident perverts openly ogle both her and her friend, uncaring about their privacy even when they were trying to eat.

Raynare saw the kendo club passing by and an idea entered her mind.

"Murayama! Katase!" called Raynare. Said girls turned at her call and walked over with a smile on their faces. Both girls had become friends with her and Asia due to the simple fact that Raynare loved to torment Issei, who both girls loathed for his perversity. Asia, they constantly tried to convince as to Issei's bad qualities with only very limited success.

"Hey, Yuuma, Asia," said Murayama happily. "How are you guys doing?"

"Hello, Murayama, Katase," said Asia and Raynare happily, Raynare not actually faking the happiness. She genuinely got along with both girls, being similar to her. Neither being shy about using physical violence to get their point across, especially when it came to the resident perverts. "We're just having lunch. Do you want to join us?"

Both girls agreed and were about to sit before Raynare stopped them.

"I would love for you guys to join us but first," Raynare got a wicked look on her face. "We have a pair of peeping toms here." The ones in the bush froze, as if trying to hide their presence now would make any difference. "They've been watching Asia and me for a while and to tell the truth I'm feeling kind uncomfortable. I don't want to leave this spot since it's so nice so how about you help me teach the perverts a lesson?"

Murayama and Katase smiled along with her while Asia looked worried. "Um ….I don't mind moving if you guys feel uncomfortable..." said Asia innocently.

That seemed to only galvanize the two girls. The idea of naïve, innocent Asia being forced to leave just because of these two peepers enraging them. "Don't worry yourself, Asia," said Katase as she drew her shinai which was mirrored by Murayama. "This won't take more than a second."

Raynare smiled as the perverts tried to run only to be caught by the two girls who were empowered by righteous feminine fury. The sounds of the perverts screams made her more relaxed than she'd felt since her Father had stopped coming to class due to work.

Hey, she may want to redeem herself and return home but until then, there was nothing wrong with having a little fun on some perverts' expense. She was even doing them some good by helping them learn that peeping was wrong. It could be considered a civil service.

As Asia looked worried at the two boys' screams of pain, Raynare just continued to eat her lunch with a wide smile on her face, the food tasting much better now for some reason.

( - )

(With Harry in Asgard)

Harry watched as Odin paced bank and forth stroking his beard as he did so, he been doing so ever since Harry had given him the news the Heimdall had passed on to him.

Odin had certainly changed over the years. Once an old, but still fit and muscular old man, Odin was now looked like a simple elderly man with long, gray hair and a matching beard. He wore an eyepatch over his missing left eye and where he once wore heavy and ornate armour similar to what Harry was wearing, he now instead wore simple clothing which consisted of a grey robe, a simple plain white shirt and black trousers. Oh, Harry still felt the power he held and his mind was still as sharp as ever but his power was less than it was at his prime. Still powerful but no longer with the same edge it used to have. But then that might just be because the last time he had seen Odin was in war time, when the Norse god's truly came alive.

Odin when he had reunited with Harry had been understandably overjoyed at seeing him again, the two having been close friends before his 'death'. Odin had been surprised when Harry revealed the truth of him having died and been reborn but had simply said he was glad he was back and left it as is.

Then, the happy reunion had turned sour when Harry passed what Heimdall had told him and their conclusion on it.

Since then, Odin had been pacing, a frown on his face. Harry was sitting in an armchair with Gabriel hovering behind his right shoulder while Odin's own bodyguard, a pretty silver-haired Valkyrie named Rossweisse, was standing behind the chair Odin had been sitting in before he started pacing. Both bodyguards looked worried at the tense atmosphere but not because they were afraid it would dissolve into violence like most meetings between gods but because anything that worried the two arguably strongest chieftain gods was obviously something to be terrified about.

"Are you sure, my friend?" Odin asked sounding resigned. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Not one hundred percent, but if what Heimdall told me was correct then the signs are there," Harry said seriously, in 'God' mode at the moment all of the previous cheer he had shown when first having come to Asgard having evaporated. There was time for fun and games later. Right now, they needed to focus on the matter on hand. "Ophis is obsessed with getting rid of Great Red and isn't picky on how to do it. You know how she is better almost better than anyone. She doesn't care about anything but her precious "silence". As long as she has got it, then the world could burn for all she cares."

Odin frowned but conceded the point. "True. Ophis has always been a problem for all the Pantheons. It's bad enough she could destroy most of us singlehandedly with only you as a viable counter to her power, but her complete disregard for anything makes it worse. It would be better if she was just evil, at least that way we could expect something like this. This... selfish disinterest of hers could actually be worse." Odin turned to Harry with a serious look on his face. "What can we do?"

Feeling hopeful that he said 'we' instead of 'you', Harry leaned forward. "I sealed Trihexa away in a place that can only be reached in certain ways. There are 66 paths to Trihexa but only 6 of those are true. The rest are dead ends. Of those 6 paths, five are constantly changing, so that if you take one path then no one can take the same path again. The path used will shift to another that used to be a dead end and the path you used will turn into a dead end. There's only one true path to Trihexa that can be used again and again. I'm guessing that Ophis, if she's trying to release Trihexa, is trying to find this path."

"Can't she just use one of the other five paths?" asked Odin curiously and if he was honest slightly confused Yahweh or Harry as he was now called was always an odd one, and this prison of his seemed to reflect that.

Harry shook his head. "No. Those paths lead you to Trihexa but won't allow the person to affect anything in the place where Trihexa is sealed. You can only observe the place, not interact with it. If they plan to release Trihexa, then they need to find that true path."

"And how can they do that?" asked Odin as he sat back down, a focused look in his sole eye.

"You can't just search for the path," said Harry firmly. "It's not a real physical path but more like your Bifrost. A sort of interconnecting gateway between here and there. The other paths let you send your spirit there but not your physical body. And that path is invisible to even Heimdall's eyes. No, the only ones who can find the path... are those that no longer live in the physical plane."

To his credit, Odin quickly understood. "The dead? How will she get the dead to find it for her, I thought existence was your thing hers is only Space and the Void?"

"She can't," Harry replied simply. "But one of my Longinus, one of my Holy Relics can, specifically the Holy Grail. If she finds the possessor and retrieves the Holy Grail, she can use it to connect with the dead of the other worlds and use them to find Trihexa's Cage."

"So we need to find the Holy Grail before she can," said Odin thoughtfully. He grimaced before frowning at him. "You know, I never liked your idea of Sacred Gears. That power, especially the Longinus, where we can't control them is dangerous. Humans have never been fond of us gods after all, and they could easily decide to side with Ophis of their own free will."

Harry grimaced at the blunt statement. "True but I really never planned for this. I made them to protect humanity from gods like Zeus, Hades and Loki, who you know would love to subjugate them. I never really thought about them turning on us and besides I have changed the system slightly though that was more to stop the Devil's from using them than humans."

Odin harrumphed. "You always were an optimist." Odin sighed. "But I guess there's nothing for it now but to stop Ophis' plans." Odin grimaced as he looked at his old and weakened hands. "I'll help you but I'm not what I used to be. I am a lot weaker than I was in my prime right now. Even that upstart boy Sirzechs could give me trouble right now which is all kinds of embarrassing."

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "What if I let you access my follower's prayers and belief? Would that bring you back to full strength?"

Odin looked surprised at his words before speaking cautiously. "It should... but are you sure it's okay? I would be taking some of your own power to do it, wouldn't you need that to bolster your own so you can match your older siblings? I mean without the boost in power your followers gave you, Trihexa would have probably beaten you!"

"You would only be taking from the power that I in my current state can't use," Harry said dryly. "This body it has not fully adapted yet and I don't know when it will fully. The reincarnation trick I did is not a simple piece of magic, not even I know everything about it. Besides unless I want my body to be ripped apart any power you take won't affect my current power level as I am now."

Odin grimaced as he heard that before replying. "Anyway we can speed up your bodies transition. If Ophis turns out to be hostile to us, then you're the only one that can stop her. She could decide to destroy you while you're weak before we can unseal your power and if that happens, we're screwed. The Great Red Arsehole is too up himself to care about anything but his own desires and our safety isn't among them."

"As I said this realm of magic is new to me and to many others to I am sure," Harry said dryly. "I could ask the Olympian's as they loved to take human form and play with the humans but that was more shape shifting than anything else and I know enough about that. And besides I doubt that old windbag Zeus or most of the other gods in this world will care to help me much, stuck up old fossils."

"Can you blame them?" Odin asked dryly. "You basically run roughshod over them whenever you wanted, especially the Egyptians. They never did forgive you for basically destroying their pharaoh dynasty with your plagues."

Harry sniffed with great dignity. "I left my people with them for protection while I dealt with the intruders on their promised lands and when I get back, they've been enslaved. I asked them nicely and they ignored me and told me to get new followers. So I decided to take matters into my own hands." Harry put on a false look of innocence. "Is it my fault all it took to defeat their best was one man?"

Odin just chuckled. "Whatever you say, old friend. Well, at least we have some semblance of a plan and we've been forewarned with time. It gives us some wiggle room to get things ready. Though I have to ask... what are you planning to do with those Devils and Fallen Angels? I have heard"

Harry grimaced before speaking. "I was... actually planning on making peace with them."

Odin just gave him a blank look before turning to the grey suit wearing Rossweisse. "Can you give us some privacy, please? It will only be for a few minutes."

Despite it being said like a question, it was obviously an order and Rossweisse quickly complied. Gabriel did the same, though much more reluctantly, once Harry asked sending her Father a searching look as she did so.

Once they were alone, Odin gave Harry a piercing look. "Out with it."

Harry merely whistled as he looked away refusing to meet his best friend's eye. "Out with what?"

"I've known you for over five millennia, Harry," Odin said smirking as he said God's new name. "Despite how often your followers preached about forgiveness, you were a hypocrite and always slow to forgive. So... out with it."

Harry sighed before speaking. "I… I have changed, when I was reborn as a human it gave me new perspective. Before I was a primordial god of infinite power I was ancient and was therefore slow to change and somewhat stuck in my ways. But my time as a human it has altered me, made me better almost. Human existence is just a flicker in our eyes they shine brightly but quickly fade, as such they are full of the potential with their lives being so short they need to live life to the fullest while they can. For a while I felt that, in fact I still feel it and with that came the realisation that if I want to bring peace to the faction's steps there would need to be compromise."

"Oh sweet Bifrost," Odin groaned in slight exasperation completely ignoring Harry's little monologue in favour of his own conclusion. "Don't tell me one of those female devils has seduced you."

"Really! I dig deep and share my thoughts and that is where your mind goes to. Like you're one to talk anyway," Harry retorted somewhat petulantly as Odin did to him what he had just done to Heimdall, though his tone was softened with the slight smile that was on his face. "It never took a woman more than a wink to seduce you in the old days."

Odin coughed in an attempt to hide his embarrassed blush at the reminder of his youthful escapades. "That may be... but that was when I was young. You're my older than me despite how you look and I doubt you're being controlled by your hormones so you can't use that as an excuse."

Odin looked at his old friend for a second before sighing and leaning back in his chair. "Do you remember my wife Frigga?"

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Is this a trick question? How can I possibly forget the only woman in the world who managed to tame the playboy Odin? You were so infatuated with the chick that you swore off all other women. It was end of our bachelor days since doing it on my own was just no fun."

Odin smiled in remembrance of his youthful adventures with the man before him. "Yes. Well, did you know that Frigga used to be one of the Vanir, who we went to war with and almost wiped out except for a few?"

At this Harry looked surprised. "Really? I didn't know that. But if you wiped out her people, how did you end up together."

"Because Frigga was far more forgiving than she had any right to be," said Odin with a fond smile. "But the thing is that when we announced our relationship, it had only been a few years since the war against the Vanir. Naturally, the people were against it. They thought it wrong that one of their enemies became their Queen. An insult to everything they fought against."

"So what happened?" asked Harry quietly. "How did you end up together?"

"Well at first," continued Odin in remembrance. "I was much like you. I didn't want to 'rock the boat' as they say and believed that our having been enemies would ruin any relationship we might have. But..." Here Odin smiled a smile that Harry remembered he reserved only for his wife. By the Light, Odin truly loved that woman. "... as time passed, we could no longer deny our feelings. I loved her, my friend. I loved her enough that I would have pulled the stars from the sky to make her a necklace if only for one of her smiles. It was rough... at first. But we persevered. Our love persevered. And she gave me... four boys who I loved dearly and helped me raise another, who despite our current enmity, I loved just as much."

Odin's voice became low and heartbreaking. "She's gone now. Dead these past three centuries. I have tried to fill the void she left behind with other women or wine or food but to no avail. The void she left behind will be my burden to bear for the rest of my days."

"Yet despite that," said Odin with a fierce tone. "I do not regret a single moment. Not a single day. I would not trade a single moment spent with her for all the power, gold and knowledge in the universe."

Harry looked at Odin for a second a gentle smile on his face before he decided to reply, "That's sweet Odin it really is…. But there really is no girl this time."

"Wait what… there's no girl. So I just said all that and…" Odin replied blankly before continuing, "And it turns out it wasn't a cool reason like for a girl, but instead because you became a pussy?"

"Oh fuck you! Or are you going to start singing a ballad about me next?" Harry replied with a bark of laughter.

"Haha nope!" Odin replied standing up straight up straight with a grin on his face as he did so. "Now if you'll excuse me, the Valkyries are having a wet t-shirt contest and I've, with great reluctance on my part, have been chosen as judge. I have to go. It would look bad if I was late, wouldn't it?"

Harry watched him go with a deadpan look. 'Glad to see somethings don't change.'

Harry sighed, thinking about what to do. He stayed still, conflicting thoughts coursing through his head before seemingly coming to a decision.

'Screw this I am going to go meet up with Poseidon!' Harry muttered as he sent an amused grin in the direction Odin left as he heard a number of screams and enraged shouts, best to disappear before Odin drags him into his Harry twirled on his foot as if he were about to apparate before vanishing from where he stood with a flash of gold light and a loud crack.

( - )

(A few seconds later with Harry)

"Argh!" Harry gasped as he collapsed to his knees on a hard rocky surface, his travel to earth having been suddenly stopped. Letting out a slight retching sound Harry pushed himself into a standing position before looking up at what ha stopped him.

"Hello little brother." A smooth silky voice spoke out from just in front of Harry.

Looking up Harry saw the source of the voice, stood before him was a tall man with long flaming red hair, he was wearing red plate armour and a thick arm less trenchcoat made out of some white coloured leather. But the most distinctive thing about him were his eyes which were completely gold and seemed to swim with colossal amounts of power.

The minute he saw him Harry knew who he was, "Hello Red been a long time!"

( - )

(At the same time with Ophis)

On a cold windswept island in the North Sea a cute young looking girl wearing a Gothic Lolita maid outfit, and who had long black hair that went down to her hips and steely gray eyes looked up at the sky in curiosity. She had just felt something which she had not felt for many centuries. She had felt the power of Yahweh her youngest and most tolerable brother. It had only been for a moment but she had felt it, it was almost like something had momentarily disrupted whatever protective magic he was using allowing her to sense him.

'Hmm, this makes things more difficult.' Ophis thought to herself as she continued to look up, she had known he was still alive but had been counting on the fact that he would remain inactive.

"Is there anything wrong milady?" A rich deep voice asked as a large blond man who was wearing a dark suit and glasses approached her. On his back the man carried a large sword which seemed to radiate with holy energy.

"No, nothing at all." Ophis replied in a soft toneless voice before she continued forward heading in the direction of a towering stone building situated on the island they were on. "Come I want to be finished in Azkaban as soon as possible, things are changing, forces long thought dead are stirring, this era is coming to a close."

AN: So a lot happened at the end sure raised a lot of questions for people.

But anyway I hope you all enjoyed it, I have some big ideas for what Harry will be doing in Olympus and what Ophis and Great Red are up to.

Also I have not forgotten about Rias and that lot I have some ideas for that to so they will be turning up soon.

So please read and review yadda yadda ya, any way I hope you all enjoyed the story.

See ya next time.

Seagate out.