Ah, yes. The sound of worried reviewers.

A demon in the Potterverse, you say? But how? *Evil laughter from a distance* I told you important plot points were coming, didn't I? As for Muriel...well, her role will come in a little later, but she's no minor character. Whether or not she'll come in for this year at Hogwarts is still up for debate.

As for Dean and Castiel...I can't write their touching reunion scene since Gabriel doesn't want to be and won't be there to see it go down, but we'll definitely see some of the aftermath of that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

The demon was watching Adam and didn't see Gabriel until it was too late to run.

Gabriel pinned them against the wall of the side street slash alley they'd been lurking in, hand on their throat. The demon's hands scrabbled at his hold, eyes wide and flickering black.

He tutted. "More of you," Gabriel said dryly, forgoing any greeting. "Why am I not surprised? You're like cockroaches. Getting everywhere and impossible to get rid of."

"Angel," the demon hissed, black sliding away from their eyes.

"Any more completely obvious things you'd like to say?" Gabriel asked rhetorically.

"What do you want?" The demon snapped, her expression distrustful.

"Answers, mostly. For example, what the fuck are you doing here?" Gabriel suggested. "I'd recommend you answer."

She laughed derisively. "Like it's so surprising to find a demon on Earth?"

"On this one?" Gabriel shrugged. "Just a little."

"Go screw yourself."

"You can answer, or we can skip to the bit where I smite you. Your choice." Gabriel smiled at her suddenly fearful expression. Demons always got magically smarter when you appealed to their sense of self-preservation.

"Even if I answer, you're going to kill me," the demon spat out. "Why should I tell you anything?"

"More you say, the longer you live."

"No promises to let me go?" The demon asked, voice drenched in venom.

Gabriel's smile didn't waver. "I don't make promises I don't intend to keep."

"Yeah, well you can stuff your bargains," she spat. "A few minutes longer don't matter to me."

"Suit yourself." Gabriel could see he wasn't getting anything else out of this demon, and raised his hand to her forehead.

"Hey, angel," someone called from the end of the alley.

Gabriel turned to look.

Two more demons were standing at the end of the alley where it opened onto the street. A door creaked open at the other end, leading into some building, and a third strolled out. There was an angel blade in his hand, but the other two had nothing but their fists.

The demon pinned against the wall suddenly seemed much, much more confident than they had a moment before.

Gabriel allowed his own blade to slip into his hand. "Four against one, huh?" he said casually. "At least you can admit that's the only way you've got a chance."

All four of them moved at the same time.

Angel blade demon stabbed at Gabriel, who parried it easily and kicked him back. The movement carried him into a turn. He loosened his grip on his angel blade. It flew out of his hand and hit one of the other demons squarely in the chest. He collapsed to the ground. His partner only stepped over him and tried to punch Gabriel.

Gabriel ducked, letting the demon hit his companion. He grabbed the first demon's hand before he could stab Gabriel and twisted it viciously. The blade clattered to the ground as the demon's head snapped back from the force of his companion's punch.

The second one reared back for another blow and Gabriel kicked him in the nuts. He bent in two reflexively, and Gabriel grabbed his forehead. He didn't waste a second before he poured his Grace into the vessel. It fell to the ground, boneless with the demon controlling it gone.

The first demon was reaching for his stolen blade again. Gabriel's foot came down on his wrist, and the demon winced. Gabriel heard bones crunch.

He kicked the demon again, making the latter slam against the wall. Gabriel pressed his foot against the demon's chest, ensuring that he wasn't going anywhere, and looked up at the first one.

"That went well," he said, a slow grin curling his lips. "Where were we?" His hand hadn't lessened its grip on her once.

"You absolute bastard," she spat. "You killed them."

"I'm honestly curious. What did you think was gonna happen?" Gabriel shrugged. "All I'm asking for is information."

"What the Hell do you want to know?" The demon under his foot spat. "I thought you angels knew everything. Crowley's business is Crowley's business."

So it was Crowley directing these particular demons? Gabriel didn't let on that he didn't already know that. Not that it was much of a surprise - Crowley was the King of Hell, after all. "Well, it's about to be my business," he retorted. "Unless you wanna end up like your friends here, start talking."

It was easy to summon his blade back into his hand; to Gabriel's gratification, it took barely any Grace. The demon eyed it warily, but only sneered up at him.

Gabriel changed tracks. "You two," he said, gesturing between them with the blade, "seem to think that I know a lot less than I really do. Like I haven't already had to track down the last idiot who came wandering by here."

"Let me guess," the female demon bit out. "You killed him."

"He was a demon." Gabriel made a what-can-you-do face. "Personally, I don't care what you guys do. But if you come barging over and doing it here..." he leaned in. "I happen to like this place. So when I start seeing you guys messing around with it..." he raised the blade again, bloody and flashing in the light afforded.

"It's all Crowley's bloody plan," the male one said abruptly.

"Shut up!" The first one hissed. She glared down at him.

"Why?" the other demon retorted. "If I'm going to die it's sure as Hell not going to be keeping Crowley's secrets. He sent us fuck knows where with that daft plan he got from who fucking knows who when we all knew that whatever idiot got himself summoned over here was dead by now and there's fucking angels here. I'm not stupid!"

Gabriel used the blade to tilt the demon's head up. "Then," he said, "I'd start talking."

The demon glared up at him. "Crowley sent us after the last one," he said in a tone that clearly indicated what he thought of giving information to an angel. "He came against orders. Managed to make sure someone would summon him so he could claim it wasn't on purpose. King wanted to know what was so fucking interesting over here."

"Crowley wants intelligence." Again, not surprising, but how had a demon managed to make sure he'd get summoned?

"I don't know," the demon said venomously. "All I know is it's so hard to get here no wonder no demon's tried before."

"How'd you get here, then?"

"Fuck off."

"Have it your way." Gabriel buried his blade in the demon's chest, electric orange bursts blooming from the wound before the vessel slumped against the wall. He took his foot off, attention moving back to the only demon left.

"Changed your mind?" He asked. "Just you and me now. No need for secrets."

"There will be more of us," she hissed. "Just because we weren't here before doesn't mean more of us won't come."

"You really believe that?" Gabriel asked, letting his amusement show. "From what your friend said, it was hard enough to get just four of you over here."

"You think you can scare us off," she said haughtily. "Hell isn't that easily scared."

Gabriel grinned wider at that. "Oh, believe me," he said, sheathing his blade and leaning closer. "If I wanted to scare you off, I'd let you live so you could go back and let all your demon buddies know exactly what you were about to be fighting."

He let his Grace blaze, power filling the alleyway, and in the second before he smote her Gabriel knew the demon had recognized what he was.

Gabriel packed himself into his vessel once he was done, stepping away and letting the body fall to the ground. He felt more cramped than before - the downside of letting himself loose like that. It had been a bit overdramatic, but so was he.

Out of curiosity, he checked the vessels. None of them bore Voldemort's mark, on either of their arms. "Huh." If Death Eaters hadn't summoned them, then who had?

Or had they been summoned at all?

If demons could get to this Earth without being forcefully pulled across worlds, then there was some other power at play here. Something bigger than the everyday demons that had just tried to ambush him.

Was this what Death had been warning him about?

Adam returned much later than Gabriel had expected, using the front door and going through the kitchen - probably to get to the living room, since it had turned into the hub of the house.

"Have fun?" Gabriel asked. Adam jumped, spinning to face Gabriel.

"Holy - don't do that."

Gabriel cracked a grin. "Does that sound like me?"

"Not really, but I wouldn't know for sure." Adam flopped down in a chair. "It's not like I've had a lot of time to get to know you." He frowned at Gabriel, as if he'd just realized something. "What are you doing down here on your own?"

"They all banded together to watch a movie. I decided to bail." Gabriel answered. "The movie's not really my style."

"What did they pick?" Adam questioned curiously.

"Big Hero 6. It's an animated thing. They love those movies."

"Oh, I thought they might've picked Mean Girls or something."

Gabriel snorted. "Are you kidding? Why would I have left if they picked that?"

"You've seen Mean Girls?" Adam seemed to reconsider. "No, you know what? I'm not surprised. It's exactly the kind of movie you'd watch."

"I thought you didn't know me that well."

"Yeah, well, Sam and Dean do." Adam shot back. "I just spent like three hours with them."

Gabriel raised one eyebrow. "You talked about me? Touching. And here I thought they didn't appreciate everything I've done for them."

"They didn't seem to think much of what you've done except for recent stuff," Adam told him. "You kinda screwed them over, from what they said."

"I've got a reason for everything, Adam. Just because they can't see it doesn't mean it's not there." Gabriel said, grinning. "Besides, it wasn't that bad."

"Sam said you stuck him in a time loop where Dean died every day."

"He didn't die permanently, did he?" Gabriel asked rhetorically, internally cringing at the memory of the Mystery Spot. It hadn't been one of his best moments, even though it was one of his more imaginative ones. "Well, his deal did come due that year, but that wasn't me."

"A time loop," Adam said skeptically. "What for?"

"Didn't Sam tell you? I did explain myself to him." Gabriel shrugged. "Not that he was really in the mood to hear it at the time."

Adam was still staring at Gabriel with a perturbed expression.

"Did you bring that up just to ask about stuff that happened years ago, or was there something you wanted?" Gabriel asked, and Adam blinked, leaning away in his chair.

"No, uh...I was just curious." He said awkwardly. "So...you're just hanging out in the kitchen while they watch a movie?"

"I took some time to think."

"About what?"

"Stuff. Happenings." Gabriel said mysteriously. "Thought you'd know all about what was going on, since you read the books from your world."

"When you say 'your world' it makes things sound a lot crazier than they actually are." Adam said. "I dunno what's going on. I don't have any frame of reference. The books were supposed to take place in, like, 1985. And there weren't any archangels."

"I figured as much, funnily enough." Gabriel took a seat as well, putting himself on equal footing with Adam [even though standing the youngest Winchester was taller than him]. "What about someone named Nott?"

"Nott?" Adam repeated. "I don't know...I think he was a minor character. Slytherin, right?"

"Yep."

"What's this about?" Adam asked, looking suspicious.

"Stuff," Gabriel repeated. "I figured, I've got someone who knows basically everything that's happened and what's gonna happen, so might as well run some of it by you and see if it helps."

"I'm going to need more context if you want help," Adam said, shifting closer.

"Like what?"

"Look, the series centers around-" Adam hesitated. "Well, Harry, but I guess that would be you, here. I don't know what might have been changed by this taking place in a different year or you, period. What year are you in?"

"Sixth."

Adam nodded. "Let me guess. There was a mess at the Ministry end of last year where Fudge found out that Voldemort really was back?"

"Yep." Gabriel nodded. "Weirdly right on the money. What about Nott?"

"Like I said, he's a minor character. I don't think he shows up in the books much. The main Slytherin character was always Malfoy, 'cause he and Harry had this rivalry thing." Adam shrugged. "What about you?"

"He's at Grimmauld Place," Gabriel told him. "I offered him a way out, and he took it. Saw it as a better alternative to being a Death Eater."

"Huh." Adam looked thoughtful. "I guess...there's a lot of debate in the - I mean, on my world, whether he deserved a redemption arc or not. He didn't get one originally."

"That doesn't matter." Gabriel waved the digression aside. "There's something up and Nott's behind it."

"You know for sure?"

"He's got some 'task' that I overheard Snape talking to him about. Yes, I know for sure."

"Snape was talking to him about it?" Adam's eyebrows rose. "This wasn't at a Christmas party Slughorn threw, was it?" He spoke slowly, trying to remember details he'd most likely read years ago.

"Alright, that's just creepy." Gabriel said, trying not to betray his surprise when Adam mentioned that.

"Sorry." Adam said. "But if Snape was talking to Nott about something...er...it was something Voldemort told him to do, right?"

"Again, yes. You could probably just assume you're right at this point, you know." Gabriel replied. "What's this assignment?"

"Well, it was Malfoy in the books, but..." Adam looked nervous. "Voldemort's trying to get Dumbledore assassinated."

Gabriel's eyebrows shot up. That, he hadn't been expecting. "And he makes a sixteen-year-old try?"

"Malfoy wasn't supposed to actually manage it. Lucius Malfoy..." Adam's forehead wrinkled and then smoothed. "Right, he ended up in Azkaban after the disaster at the Ministry."

Had he? Gabriel hadn't been paying attention. It would explain why Draco had asked to bring his mother, too. "So?"

"So Malfoy senior was pretty high up in the...Death Eater hierarchy or whatever." Adam gestured vaguely. "Voldemort wanted to punish the family."

"From the looks of it, it's the same thing here. Nott's dad got himself killed or something."

"Do you know what happened?"

"No idea. I don't pay that much attention to Death Eaters - they mostly stay in the shadows."

Adam frowned. "That...doesn't sound right. There haven't been any attacks?"

"Some. A few of them were just a possessed Death Eater."

"When you say possessed-"

"Yes, I mean a demon." Gabriel cut him off. "Dead, now. That's the other thing I was thinking about."

"I can't help with that. The books only deal with metaphorical demons." Adam managed a smile at the joke, but he still looked surprised. "Anyway, demons aside - aren't you worried about Dumbledore?"

"How much harm can a kid do?"

"I don't know about Nott, but Malfoy did a lot." Adam looked worried. "He managed to get the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Dumbledore did die."

"Seriously?"

"It wasn't Malfoy who did it," Adam added quickly, "but...it wouldn't have happened unless he succeeded. Or maybe it would have."

Gabriel frowned. "I think you're gonna need to slow down and explain things a little more. How exactly would he have died anyway?" It wasn't like Dumbledore wasn't old enough, but for some reason Gabriel doubted anything like that had happened.

Adam exhaled slowly. "Okay. So...there was an incident before the year started with Dumbledore. He was going after the Horcruxes." He glanced at Gabriel.

"I know what those are," Gabriel said before Adam could ask. "Keep going."

"There was a curse on it," Adam said. "Snape helped, but his hand was all withered."

Gabriel remembered that. Adam kept going. "It wasn't just the hand, though. The curse was going to spread. So even if things hadn't ended up the way they were, he still would have been dead by the end of the year."

"What does this have to do with Voldemort's assassination plot?" Gabriel questioned.

"Snape knew about it, obviously, so he told Dumbledore." Adam swallowed nervously, as if unsure if he should be explaining all of this. "They cooked up this plan. Dumbledore knew he was dying, so he wanted to let Malfoy win - but he didn't want Malfoy to be the one to do it."

"Let me guess," Gabriel said. "Snape killed Dumbledore."

Adam nodded.

"Would it make a difference if I said all that is totally right, except I fixed the curse thing?" Gabriel asked.

"You what?" Adam looked flabbergasted. "Why?"

"I noticed it and decided to be helpful," Gabriel said sarcastically. "Why do you think? Dumbledore may be an old dude who keeps too many secrets, but if he dies then the wizards are in deep shit. He's powerful and an icon. I don't need to like him to understand that."

"You don't like Dumbledore?"

"Is that what you're gonna take away from this conversation?"

"It's just surprising." Adam defended himself. "He's sort of the ultimate 'good' guy. In theory, at least."

"Whatever." Gabriel said dismissively. "If I changed that, then it's safe to assume that there's a new plan in place."

"Yeah, definitely." Adam agreed. "But I don't know what. It's been a while since I read them."

"And you remember that much?"

"Shut up. My point is, I don't know the characters - er, them well enough to guess what their plan might be." Adam corrected himself midsentence. "So unless you've got any ideas-"

"I'm working on it." Gabriel didn't know Dumbledore that well, either, or humans in general well enough to guess what the 'new' plan might be. Who knew how his feelings or obligations might change what he would do.

In Gabriel's experience, humans almost never chose the most logical route.

"What's Nott done so far?" Adam asked, derailing that particular train of thought.

"As far as stuff anyone could prove he did, nothing." Gabriel shrugged. "The only out-of-place event all year was a Gryffindor getting cursed."

"Katie Bell?" Adam guessed.

"That was in the books, too?"

Adam nodded. "Malfoy got a cursed necklace from a store in Knocturn Alley."

"Nott Imperiused her in this version."

Adam whistled. "That's hardcore. What happened?"

"She's fine. I didn't have a solid idea of what happened until I overheard Nott."

"But then how was he expecting to do anything to Dumbledore?"

"I guessed that she was meant to be some sort of magical suicide bomber."

"That's sick." Adam looked disgusted. "That's - I can't believe it."

"Hey, it's war. People are going to do things like that." Gabriel reminded him. "Just because we've got a safe bubble here doesn't mean it's not happening."

"Yeah, I know, it's just..." Adam trailed off. "Thinking of someone being used like that...it's horrible."

Gabriel shrugged. "Maybe I've seen too much crap to be that affected by it. As long as you don't throw up on the table-"

"I'm fine."

"Good, then." Gabriel propped his feet on the table.

"What now?"

"I don't know. Go watch the movie with them. Party away your cares or something."

Adam gave Gabriel a sideways look. "Is that what you've been doing?"

"I don't know who's been telling you stories-" Probably the Winchesters. "-but they're a biased source." Gabriel left the kitchen in a rustle of wings, settling on the roof.

Adam had said the Winchesters had told him about the times they'd run into Gabriel before - or at least implied it - but the sudden insight he'd had on Gabriel had unsettled the archangel.

Gabriel tried to shake the thoughts from his mind. He had other things to think on. Nott and Dumbledore and their respective plans, though to be honest Gabriel didn't really care about the latter. And what the demons earlier had told him.

They were coming.

Gabriel didn't doubt that.

The only question was, who had gotten them to this world in the first place?

Gabriel sighed heavily and let himself fall backwards so that he was on his back, staring up at the sky. London was so full of light pollution that it was a blank blue slate, tinged with purple at the edges where it met the lights of the city. There was the occasional white dot, some far-off planet or star bright or close enough to make it through the haze of competing light. Gabriel toyed with the idea of turning off the city lights, giving him a view of whatever galaxies were visible from this world, but he eventually dismissed the idea.

He'd have to tell Michael about all this, eventually. Gabriel huffed at the thought. He wished that Michael hadn't turned out to be the Michael - his relationship with nem was too complicated for him to sift through; he didn't want to have to deal with this problem on top of all the other ones that were cropping up.

Gabriel knew, objectively, that his main grounds for disliking Michael held less and less water as time went on, but he couldn't bring himself to just forgive nem. Michael may be sorry now, but 'sorry' did jack shit to fix the pile of problems that ne had caused in Heaven.

Idly, Gabriel wondered what would happen if Michael went back, and then abruptly dragged himself away from that line of thought. He was not going to get nostalgic now. That was the last thing he needed.

He needed to concentrate, because he actually liked this world and it would really suck to see it get overrun by demons.

Why was it that there always seemed to be some new disaster?

Gabriel considered blaming the Winchesters, but there wasn't any proof that they were involved in this mess - yet. Not that that would necessarily stop him. It would probably turn out to be connected to them in some way, once things started getting cleared up.

Gabriel stared at the blank sky, and thought.

What's Dumbledore's plan? I'd like to know as much as you guys, honestly. Like I said before - I kind of destroyed the main plotline when I took Draco out of the equation.

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