An: I don't own any religion or Supernatural.
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Petunia used his dream to get Vernon to agree to sending the boys to a Catholic school. She hoped that it would help Harry with his abilities. IT had taken Petunia years to get over her fear of magic. A priest at her technical college, who also had a magical sibling, had helped her see that magic and magical people were all made by the same God as them and that it was up to the individual to be good or evil.
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It was near a year after the first incident when Harry had another dream. This time he was not injured or anything. He closed his eyes and had fallen asleep.
Harry's eyes snapped open then narrowed into slits. He was fighting mad. Harry realized he was not himself since he was much farther off the ground and his surroundings were much different. He was in some kinda city. It reminded him of mount Olympus from the cartoon Hercules that he and Dudley had watched. All the people around him had wings of all different colors and sizes. He didn't know how but Harry knew that each size, shape and texture had a meaning. The tiny feathered ones where all cherubim, the angel children. The leathery, bat like ones were kyriotetes or dominions, thought often their wings were closed around them like a cape. Thrones have spiny wings like those on a dragon. Seraphim have a double set of wings the top half of each was feathered while the bottom was made of steel each 'feather' covered in angelic runes. Virtues had the largest feathered wings (outside the Archangels) of the deepest blue with sparkling white pin feathers splattered about so they looked like the night sky. The Guardian angels had ghostly wings that were like wisps of vapor and near invisible. The regular angels possessed feathered wings in blue, pink, green, yellow, then white to show their power and rank. And last were the smallest group, his own, the Archangels. Each with massive golden wings.
Harry, or the body Harry was in, didn't even pause during his observations. He was angry and was not going to be distracted. All the other angels go out of his way each hoping not to be the subject of his wrath.
He finally stopped behind 2 snickering Archangels. They were polar opposites. One looked to be around 25, light tan jet black hair and if he was facing him mischievous green eyes. The other was smaller 16-18 years old by looks. Pale skin, rosy cheeks, gold curls and bright blue eyes, humans image of the perfect angel. He didn't even spare a thought at how adorable they both were. He grabbed them by the ears and turned them to face him roughly.
Both whined and whimpered, but he paid no heed. "Lucifer, Gabriel. What do you two have to say for yourselves?" Harry growled out in his deep baritone, gravelly with anger.
"It wasn't us?" the blonde, Gabriel, replied though it sounded like a question.
Harry narrowed his eyes
"At least tell us what we supposedly have done brother." Lucifer pleaded with a pout.
"You two released paint bombs into the stables. Ariel saw you do it."
Both pouted and tried to deny it but they knew they were caught. And once they gave in both just cursed their tattle tale sister.
"Now it's not Ariel's fault you two can't keep your noses clean. For punishment you are to apologize to every angel and creature that was splattered in your prank. Then you will clean the stables for the next year... with out your powers."
"But Raguel, that's so unfair." they whined.
"Would you like to be completely powerless for the year?" He asked eyebrow raised.
"No brother." they chorused with pouts.
Raguel/Harry smiled and released them. He then pulled the 2 into a hug kissing their foreheads. "I wish you two would stay out of trouble. But I fear that is like wishing the stars to not shine or the sun to grow cold." He sighed.
The boys snuggled into their older brother and snickered. He was right they would never stop causing trouble. But next time they would have to be more careful.
The vision of the 3 brothers hugging faded from Harry's mind as he woke. He stretched and thought on it. He would keep this dream to himself. He knew Lucifer was the name of a bad guy in the tales he learned in school. Saying he was a prankster and best friends with Gabriel might not go over as well as the dream of Raphael.
Harry wasn't sure but part of him thought these dreams didn't really feel like dreams. After he had the one of Lucifer and Gabriel Harry felt something in him shift. He didn't know what or why but something was different.
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Harry's next angel dream was 4 months latter. It was a short dream he had while napping in class.
Raguel/Harry was walking into a hall. But this place was different. It was dark, damp and smelled strange. On the wall were these disgusting looking egg sacs. Harry wanted to shy away and leave this place but Raguel was unfazed and headed toward one. He crouched down and watched as the egg before them pulsated and bulged some like the thing inside was moving.
"Come on little one. Let us see you." He said to the egg nearly cooing.
Soon enough the membrane ripped and a small wing poked through. It was covered in fluid and the feather's all stuck together. Raguel smiled. They watched as a baby angel was born. It was a cherub for now. As all young angels, save the archangels, but he would grow into an angel then once his 9th century was up he could apply for a specialist position. Raguel looked at his new brother.
He picked up the babe that was now no bigger then his hand. "Your name is Castiel little one. You will grow to be a fine angel. You may even have the skill to join Michael and the Seraphim. Or perchance myself and my Viture. You Castiel can become what ever your soul desires but remember my young brother. Never, ever let another dictate you." He cooed to the babe. Castiel couldn't speak, not till near a year after birth, but he could hear and understand.
Raguel delivered him to the Powers, who's duty was to care for and teach the young angels the ways of heaven. They themselves were tiny, angels who were full grown but choose to care for the young ones. Thereby shrinking in height to around 3 feet their wings were all a soft peach color and where hard to describe, they seemed to flow like water, soft as the finest silk but strong enough to block the powers of any Arch if needed.
Harry woke smiling. He knew Raguel liked to meet all of his siblings as they were born or soon after if he was unable to be their for the hatching. It was easier to get to know them then when they were young and so full of potential. But there was something special about Castiel. He struck a cord with Harry. The young boy didn't know what just yet but there was something about the young Castiel.
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AN: Leaving it there. No Harry/ Raguel will not be with Castiel, the thing he is sensing is the angels power, or potential power to change the world.
Sorry if this in any way offends your religion.