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They were all thrilled to be invited to Hermione's for Christmas. Terry would be staying with the Grangers the whole break. Harry, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Susan and Hannah would come over a few times. Their families had already been in contact with one another and arranged a diner party for everyone. It would be held at the Potter home due to size and the fact that Neville had a few uncles that were not pro-muggle. Angelina, Alicia, Katie and Oliver would also meet up with them a time or two. Fred and George, the only tolerable Weasley's, and beaters on the quidditch team, were stuck at school with their prick brothers.

The kids were all glad to spend the holiday with family and still get to see their friends. Dudley got on great with the whole group. Even if the way Oliver studied him was odd. Oliver had never in his life seen a muggle before and was fascinated by him. He and Neville had the most questions about the muggle world. Susan and Hannah had been taught some things about muggles because Susan's Auntie told them if there was ever an attack or danger to run as fast as they could into the muggle world. No evil magical could hope to find them there. Katie and Angelina were halfbloods like Seamus so they knew some things. While Alicia's favorite uncle was a squib so she spent time every summer in the muggle world with him.

Harry was excited and confused when he got a gift from an unknown person. Uncle Vernon told him it was an unaccounted for family heirloom. The goblins told Vernon it had likely been in Dumbledore's possession. Harry did not like that idea. The headmaster was crazy, or senile, or something and Harry didn't like the idea of him giving him back property in the disguise of a gift.

Harry had to spend a grueling, mind numbing day taking all his end of term exams at the board of education building. He passed with flying colors but he was not looking forward to taking more this summer. Dudley told him he should have done the sensible thing and stayed in normal school. Harry sighed. He knew Dudley didn't like be separated from him and neither did he. But they had both grown and made new friends at their schools.

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On New Years Eve Harry had another dream. This one wasn't chronological like all the others seemed to be. In fact Harry was pretty sure this was one of Raguel's very early memories. Not that he could really tell since archangels never grow or age.

This was also the first time Harry had lain eyes on God. He was... He just was. He was a he. He was vast yet approachable. There was no terms or descriptions Harry could give. Harry was in awe. And to some extent so was Raguel.

"You wished to see me father?" He asked in a subservient voice that Harry had yet to hear the confident judge and commander use.

"Yes my son. You have a desire to know your brothers. To love them with all of your being." Raguel nodded even though it wasn't technically a question. "This would be easier if you were to watch them be born."

Raguel's eyes widened. "Father do you mean?"

"Yes my friend. I am going to let you witness the creation of one of your siblings. Whom should I craft?" God asked him with a smile.

Raguel blushed. "It is not my place to tell you what to make. I do not know all, nor did you give me the gift of precognition Father."

God laughed a warm comforting sound. "That is true. Perhaps I should make someone that can. Yes excellent idea Raguel."

Before Raguel could ask Father had already taken a bit of cloud into his hands. He crafted and molded it into the shape of wings. They were larger than Micheal and Azrael's but smaller than his own. The golden wings just hung there as Father then pulled a piece off the sky. He crafted that into the shape of a body, but at the moment it had no color only the blackness of the sky it was made from. He pulled a hair from his own head and used it to sew the wings onto the body. The golden cloud wings turned to feathers as they were attached to the sky body, which in turn became more substantial. Once the wings were attached God opened the constructs mouth and dropped a single drop of blood down it's throat. It then began to glow. The glow got brighter and brighter with each passing moment.

When the brilliant glow faded in the place of the odd looking construct was a man. His caramel skin was heavily wrinkled, He had white-blue eyes that seemed blind and far way. On his head was white hair that was long and curled to his shoulder blades. He looked up to their Father and then to Raguel with a broad smile that only deepened the lines on his face.

"This is Jeremiel Archangel of visions, prophetic dreams, foresight and the review of ones life. This is your elder brother Raguel, Archangel of justice, order, harmony and vengeance."

"I am glad to meet you brother." Raguel said pulling the other into a hug.

"As am I brother." Jeremiel replied with a kind, aged voice.

"This is yours as well." Father said handing Jeremiel a golden pair of sickles they were about arm length and covered in Enochian symbols. Raugel couldn't help but to stare at them. It was very inappropriate to touch someones weapon or wings without them offering. What Raguel could see the symbols were of time, forethought and like all archangels protection. There were other symbols Raguel did not understand. They were in a language that was not Enochian.

Jeremiel just watched as his brother stared unashamed at his weapons. Once he had studied them for a while. Jeremiel swung both. He rotated them in his hands they felt good like a piece of him. "The insignia are what will one day be know as Greek where you and I will be worshiped as false gods." Jeremiel told Raguel.

"That is blasphemy. I will allow no such thing." Raguel replied shaking his wings in disgust at the idea.

"Raguel. You have no power over free will. You can not force others to believe something. And to try and make them not believe is just as terrible." Father told him in a reprimanding voice.

"Yes Father. I did not mean it as it sounded." He looked down at his feet.

Jeremiel laughed. "Do not fret brother. The things that shall see us as such have not even began to take shape in Father's mind. It will be a millennia of millennium at least before that comes to be."

"Tell me brother. Is the future unchanging? Can you see the end of all things?" Raguel asked as they walked away from their Father.

"No Raguel. The future is much like the roots of the tree of life. There are far to many to count and they over lap and cross many times. There is nothing set in stone save the past. And I am unsure about that. I feel there many one day even be the possibility to change what has been already written. But that is not for me to know. My place is the future not the past."

Raguel nodded. He liked knowing that his actions mattered. Jeremiel's words were proof free will did exist. Raguel had wondered if free will was just an idea and that the way he and his brothers had been crafted that they truly couldn't act whoever they wished.

"I must find my home now brother. I leave you with your thoughts." Jeremiel said spreading and stretching his wings for the first time. He watched his brother take flight. Jeremiel was wobbly at first but soon learned to use his appendages.

Harry woke with a huge smile on his face as Raguel took off to his own home. It was New Years Day 1992. Harry felt very optimistic. Aunt Petunia loved his tale of the creation of an Archangel.

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An: Leaving there. I wanted the HP school chapters to go faster but then I get these plot holes that bug me.

Jeremiel's weapons are based off Chronos' sickles/ scythes. I also made him an old man like father time with out the beard.

The Greeks he's talking about are Themis, titan/goddess of divine order, and Chronos god of time (not Cronos Zeus' father)

'God' called Rauel friend because Raguel means friend of God