A/N: See previous chapters 1st A/N for disclaimer. Otherwise, shut up, sit down, and R&R!!! Lolz!! XP And to my Reviewers, Thank You!! Also, to my anonymous Reviewer who said half-angels were called Nephilim... I have no clue, to be honest. I just call 'em half-breeds, or half-whatever they are

Chapter Two

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Harry woke up to his alarm clock at 6 o'clock the next morning, slightly disappointed that Phil wasn't there. He shifted the twenty-something snakes off him carefully, as well as shoving a few cuddly cats off of his person before standing. Yawning, he changed swiftly into some clean clothes, dragged his fingers through his untamable hair, and brushed his teeth. He had time to feed the cats and tell the snakes not to eat any of them, or bother Ms. Julie, before he rushed out to the bus-stop.

Nothing unusual happened at school. Harry avoided the half-breeds, ate lunch at his lonely table away from everyone else, read a book more advanced then a six-year-old should be able to comprehend, and drew a picture of Phil, which made his teacher, Ms. Gentry, stare at him worriedly. But he didn't really notice. He never paid any attention to anyone at school, preferring to play by himself. Though, it didn't help that she was an angel half-breed.

He took the public bus home, as he always did. He was surprised, however, when someone sat next to him on the bus. There were quite a few empty seats left, and so he was instantly wary. It didn't help that the man sitting next to him was a demon half-breed.

"Hello, little one," the man said, smiling. Harry could see his glamor like a thin glaze over his real form. He merely nodded, returning to his book. It was something called Dante's, the Inferno. It was about some guy going through Hell. Harry rather liked it, even if he had to read the after-notes to fully understand what he'd read. "Isn't that book a bit hard for you?" the half-breed asked; Harry looked up at him silently, slowly arching a brow. He said something in Latin, fluently, even though he'd never spoken the language in his entire life; the half-breed arched a brow in return. "What did you say?" Harry smiled slightly.

"'The strengths of a person are known by that person, not by the opinion of strangers.'" he repeated in English; the half-breed smiled slightly.

"I agree wholeheartedly. I apologize," he said; Harry shrugged, returning to his book. The half-breed shrugged, and a gold coin appeared on his knuckles, flipping end over end down them, only to flip back and return to the beginning. Harry watched, fascinated, from the corner of his eye. They sat in silence for a few minutes, calm.

"How do you do that?" the six-year-old finally asked, his curiosity overriding his sense of self-preservation. Barely. The half-breed chuckled slightly.

"It's a secret," he said slyly, smiling. "My name's Balthazar." Harry looked up at him warily.

"My name's Harry," he ventured hesitantly; Balthazar nodded in greeting, never stopping the flipping coin. Harry watched it, enchanted. "Can I try?" he asked hesitantly; the half-breed paused, before handing him the coin. Harry set it on his knuckles, and tried to flip it physically. It didn't work. He frowned slightly, before deciding to try metaphysically instead.

Without hesitation, the six-year-old found that deep, pulsing warmth that resided right behind his heart, and pulled a small drop of it, and focused it on turning the coin. His bright green eyes narrowed in concentration, he stared at the coin, willing it to flip over his knuckles.

Balthazar was about to ask if Harry needed help when the coin lifted, ever-so-slowly, and flipped over one knuckle. The six-year-old continued to stare at the coin silently, and the half-breed was shocked into doing the same. As he watched, the coin flipped over all the knuckles, and turned to flip back. Harry, wondering how far he could take this small amount of his inner power, straightened his hand so it was flat, and made the coin continue.

When the coin reached the end, he made it keep going onto the underside of his hand, flipping across his palm, to come out on the other side. There, he stopped it on it's side, before flicking his hand, tossing the coin into the air, and catching it as it started to fall. Turning, he grinned up at the shocked half-breed, and handed him back his coin.

"How'd you do that?" Balthazar demanded; Harry grinned slyly.

"Secret," he said, throwing the half-breeds words back in his face, before standing and getting off at his stop. The bus stopped again before it had even started, and Balthazar got off and stalked over to Harry, scowling. Harry merely grinned, giggling.

"Brat," he said stiffly; Harry smiled up at him with sparkling eyes.

"Half-breed," he retorted, giggling again when Balthazar goggled at him. "You're funny. I like you. Come on!" He said, grabbing the half-breeds hand and pulling him along after him and to his apartment. "Do you know Phil? You remind me of Phil..." Balthazar blinked down at the odd child.

"Phil?" he asked carefully, looking around warily, as if waiting for someone to pop out of the shadows and attack him for being near this child. Harry nodded cheerfully.

"Well, his real name is-" he paused, brow crinkling with concentration. "Phil-anta-pora-stoph-es... Philantaporastophes. That's a really hard name to say," the six-year-old added, wrinkling his nose in slight annoyance, before shrugging cheerfully and tugging the half-breed into the elevator and pressing the button. "He told me all about the Battle, and Hell, and a bit about Heaven but not a lot, 'cause it made him sad. He didn't say it made him sad but I can always tell." Balthazar just nodded, his human looking side pale with shock. This little six-year-old had been in close contact with one of Lucifers most trusted lieutenants? He just knew that trouble would be coming, because there was no way that this little piece of information would be kept quiet.

With a sense of dread-and a bit of wry amusement-Balthazar followed the six-year-old into his apartment, filled with cats, snakes, and one odd little-old-lady...

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Ms. Mirriah Gentry was worried. She'd always been slightly worried about the antisocial little boy Harry Potter, but now she was deeply concerned and afraid for the innocent. He was a sweet little boy, always polite. And now it appeared he could See. He was a psychic. Looking down at the picture he'd drawn, the half-angel shuddered. It looked so... Alive. She could have sworn she kept seeing the bugs and snakes on the demon move.

Against her better judgment, Ms. Gentry picked up the phone and dialed a number. A number few half-breeds of either sort would dare to call. It rang three times before a gruff voice answered.

"Constantine," the voice growled; Ms. Gentry swallowed.

"I have some information for you..."

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