Harry Potter and the Archangel

by yozza

Harry was neglected by his parents until age five while they fawned over his older twin, and then abused by the Dursley's until age seven. Then he makes the decision to lead his own life and left with the help of his friend. Hayden has been adored all his life, but all he wants is to have his brother back. ABANDONED- UP FOR ADOPTION- DM if you want my notes.

2. Gringotts

Hey! So quick A/N:

So I changed the mental dialogue format for Harry and Gabriel to make it less confusing in the long run. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favourited, or followed.

{Blah}...Harry

{Blah}...Gabriel

"Blah"... Normal Speaking

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Gringotts

The wall that hid diagon alley slid open and Harry was greeted by a familiar, but yet not at all heart warming sight. Wizards and Witches in all kinds of robes bustling around the alley, slipping into shops or exiting, their arms laden with purchases. Brightly colored shops and sign's on either side of the road, some of which Harry recognized. He'd been to the robe shop Madame Malkin's; the book store, Flourish and Bott's and of course the pub behind him, the Leaky Cauldron.

Then there was Gringotts, the wizarding bank and workplace of the only people who knew about Harry's winged-but-currently-not-winged-passenger. Harry sighed. He and Gabe needed to really try and do better with the acronym names. Most people didn't have a super-high IQ to understand neither his nor the angel's most witty remarks, and no one could keep up with the speed at which a sugar-high Harry talked. Which was all the time.

{I cannot stress this enough. That's NOT my fault}

{Where else do I get it from? Not my parents, I know that much.}

{...Well that's just plain insulting}

{What?! How the Lucifer did you get insulting form...you know what I don't care. I haven't had enough sugar to argue with you over sugar right now!}

{Then look left} This was 'said' in a gleeful, almost maniacal voice. So of course Harry took the advice, because anything Gabriel found enticing was either some high and mighty idiot who needed to be taken down a peg (that is how they spent the years in between leaving the Dursley's and now after all) or something very sugary and unhealthy. Something Cedric's mother, Anna, would tell him he eats to much of.

Worth it, Harry thought as his eyes widened and his mouth watered. He decided to listen to Gabriel more often.

{You always say that (Indignant huff), now hurry up and get some! The more you get, the more I get!}

Harry stared at his favorite place in the world, besides Honeydukes. Fortescue's sold the best ice cream Harry, hell even Gabriel had ever tasted. And Gabriel had gotten around back in his day.

{You say that like I'm old}

{...You're over a billion years older than me. A hundred years is old. You're ancient!}

Harry decided to quit while he was ahead, and blocked off the link. Then he grinned at all the ice cream eating memories Gabriel could see, but not experience. Or maybe he just grinned at the thought of all the ice cream. With that grin still on his face, he turned to Cedric and tugged on his arms.

Cedric was very annoyed with Harry. That morning they had sat and waited for his parents to get up, waited for three hours in fact. Cedric still thought it was 11 o'clock at that point, though to give him credit he was suspicious. He had seen the evil smile, and the sweet wrappers that Harry 'forgot' to pick up while he was pranking. So when, at eight, his parents got up, they were very surprised to see both boys awake. It was then that Harry had revealed that he'd woken 'Ric up at five in the morning.

Speaking of the morning, Harry loved it. It was his first real birthday. His 10th had already passed when the Diggory's took him in, His 9th, 8th and 7th had been spent on his own, 6 had been with the Dursley's, and all those before that with the Potter's, where the focus was on Hayden. So to actually be given presents, and a good meal and attention from someone other than a certain trapped angel. He had received book (high year magic books) from Anna, and a new broom (a Nimbus 2000!) from Amos and Cedric. They had been remarkably impressed when he revealed he was a natural seeker. Cedric played the same position and had done for years, yet Harry bested him on his first try. It kinda helped that he actually had Gabe's wings to keep him steady, but no one else could see them anyway. Gabriel had promised him a treat when they got to Gringotts.

So here they were and Cedric could see exactly what Harry was looking at. So could his parents. And as much as Cedric wanted to go as well, he knew that letting Harry anywhere near that shop would have it out of business for weeks as Florean tried to make up for the lack in ice cream. Plus a hyper Harry on a shopping trip was just about the worst thing a person could force another to endure.

"No Harry dear, and you know why," Anna said, while fighting back a smile.

"Aw, come on. Just one scoop? Please," Harry begged with once again the unbeatable puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately, Anna and Amos' desire to protect the civilians from an unleashed Sugar rushed preteen/archangel. Though they didn't know about the latter. They still said no, and they needed to go to Gringotts first anyway. So that was where they were dragging him off to as he looked longingly at the frozen sugary heaven.

On the other hand though, Harry loved Gringotts. He loved the ride to the vaults, and he was on good terms with the bank manager, Ragnok. He smiled as he remembered their first meeting.

~Flashback~

Harry strode in through the doors of the bank. He gazed around him in awe of the amazing structure of the building, and it's occupants, the Goblin's.

Snapping himself out of it, with the help of Gabriel, he stopped gawking and approached the nearest free goblin. It was fairly empty inside. It was dark outside by this point and pouring with rain. Harry would have also stayed in, if he had anywhere to stay in. He had just that day ran away from the Dursley's. Two years near enough was enough for him. He was done with them and nothing could make him go back.

With this new determination, he plucked up his courage and spoke.

"Hello, master goblin. My name is Harry Potter, and if it isn't to much trouble, I was wondering if I might be able to take and inheritance test? I would be most appreciative if you could help me," he said eloquently. In all fairness, Gabe had told him what to say. He was Loki Silvertongue after all. At least he hoped that's what it meant. Yuck, he'd spent far too much time with Gabriel if he was thinking of things like that at seven years.

However strange the words may seem from the mouth of a boy as young as he was, it appeared to have been the smart thing to do. The Goblin looked surprised and delighted at the same time to be shown such respect.

"Of course Mister Potter. My name is Griphook. I would be glad to help you with the test," he pulled out a document of some form, then paused and pulled another, peering cautiously at Harry "Forgive me, sir, but I must be sure that I am dealing with Harry Potter before I do this. I hope you understand?"

"Not at all," he replied, before listening raptly to the instructions for the identity test. He slit his finger on a small knife and dropped three drops of blood onto the spare document, followed by imprinting his magical signature. On the parchment words appeared: Harry James Potter & Gabriel, the Archangel.

Griphook looked up sharply at seeing this. He sat there for a moment gawking at the words and having his eyes dart back and forth between Harry and the identity test. Then he seemed to think deeply for a moment, his eyes set curiously on Harry, his brow furrowed in concentration. He seemed to be considering something, and Harry had a feeling that that something was him.

Finally, Griphook spoke "Who do I have the honor of speaking to, my Lord," Harry knew by this that he expected Gabe to be in charge. Probably for Harry to be nearly gone. So he dropped the surprise.

"Harry Potter. Gabriel is simply a passenger. We believe it occurred when he was stabbed by a fake angel blade, and that he isn't in control because we were both unwilling. For know, he cannot leave, but he can take the lead in dire circumstance. My eyes turn gold when he does," Harry explained, mentally laughing with Gabe at Griphook's poorly concealed shock. He was probably more stoic normally but this was a huge revelation.

"Well then, Mr Potter, I believe we should see Ragnok, the bank manager. He overseas the most important transactions and due to how high level it has to be to see him, he doesn't involve himself all that much. I believe he is used only for the vaults of Emrys, LeFay, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff... and the demon and angel vaults," he raised his hand when Harry opened his mouth to question this "Director Ragnok will answer any questions, allow you to take your inheritance test and take you to the angel vault"

Harry nodded and followed Griphook to Ragnok's office. All along the way Harry marveled at the Goblin architecture and art, questioning Griphook about it very enthusiastically, hanging on to every word the Goblin said, very interested to hear about Goblin culture and history. All too soon the walk was over. Outside, Griphook knocked sharply and entered at the curt 'come in' they received.

Griphook introduced them and explained the situation. As he finished, Harry; or rather Gabe; decided that flattery was never wasted "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, director. Griphook speaks very highly of you. I hope to hear of your gold overflowing your vaults, and the same of all Goblin kind. No one is more deserving of wealth in our world"

Ragnok smiled. Then he said:

"I will tell you about the two vaults and answer any questions at the end. Now the demon vault. We have had a number of demons cross over our world over the centuries. I believe it all started with Morgana LeFay. She was a very talented witch, and good intentioned too. But history only remembers her bad side. Completely unfair as it wasn't hers. You see, a demon possessed her. Now when the demon tried to claim the vault of Morgana, it wouldn't open, as it knew she wasn't herself. So the demon created a new vault, one for other demons. When, Morgana's body died, the Demon was thrown back into it's own world. Since then two unknown demons have been, though both were quite a while ago. Then there was Meg. She was just passing through really, a few decades ago. Then finally there's Crowley. He turns up every know and then. He's been talking about Hogwarts really. Wants a vacation, might disguise himself he said. Probably hopes for a few contracts while he's there. Just a rumor, but be on your guard.

"Now then. Angel's," Ragnok continued "The first angel who came here arrived as Rowena Ravenclaw was dying. Rowena allowed the angel to use her body as she would not survive anyway. This angel stayed for a while and quite and enjoyed it, so I hear. But eventually she had to go. She could have stayed, but refused to use any vessel other than Rowena, so she left. Hannah her name was. While she was here, she encountered the same problem as the demon, and so used the same solution. We have only had one other angel here since. A very sarky man, used this world to hide from a war he supposedly died in. Balthazar. That's him. I hear he gave Olivander a feather to use in a wand actually. Might end up yours. I liked him, despite his rudeness. Now any questions?

Harry thought for a moment, then answered in the negative. So they moved on to the inheritance test. Three drops of blood, his magical signature and a special goblin charm later they had a parchment that read as follows:

Inheritance Test

Name: Harrison James Potter (age 7)

Birth Parents: James Charlus Potter (father) & Lily Potter-Evans

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black

Inheritance:

1/3 of the Potter Wealth

1/3 of the Potter Property (Godric's Hollow cottage, France Holiday Home)

1/3 of the Potter family heirlooms

1/3 of the Peverell Wealth

1/2 of the Black Wealth

1/2 of the Black Property (Grimmauld Place, Italy Holiday Home, Yorkshire Cottage)

Angel Vault

Abilities: Level 1=Beginner, Level 2=Average , Level 3=Student , Level 4=Apprentice, Level 5=Master (Underlined abilities cannot increase in levels)

Animagus, Lvl 1

Occlumency, Lvl 2

Legilmency, Lvl 1

Metamorphmagus, Lvl 1

Parseltongue, Lvl 4

Parselmagic, Lvl 2

Wandless, Lvl 2

Ice Elemental, Lvl 2

Angelic Abilities:

Telekinetic

Angel Telepathy

Angel Flying

Conjuration

Shape Shifting

Weaknesses:

Fire Spells

Angel Blades

Holy Fire

Strength's

Wandless

Parsel

Mind

Angel

Charms

Transfiguration

DADA

Ice spells

End of Test

Following this Harry was taken down to the Angel vault and he realized that he owed more to Gabe's family than he ever knew. He was the richest wizard alive thanks to them.

~End Flashback~

Harry was pleased to note that his Parseltongue, elemental, wandless and occlumency strength's had all increased by one level, and his parselmagic by two. It was a personal achievement, to become a master Parseltongue.

After arriving at the bank, they had immediately gone to see Ragnok, who had first taken them to the Diggory family vault, where Anna and Amos had taken a dozen or two galleon's each; probably to pay for his and Cedric's school supplies.

As of now, he and the Diggory's and he were standing in front of his vault as he released a tad of their Grace to open the doors. As they did, he heard the Diggory's gasp as they realized just how rich he was. He had to admit the amount of gold was ridiculous. The room was as big as Potter Manor and Diggory Manor combined, and most of it was filled with money and stones and gems and jewels. However there were a few sections devoted to books, another to artifacts and trinkets and a final one for weapons. A large chest sat front and center. Harry had always wanted to know what was in it, but Gabe wouldn't tell him how to open it.

{I had to have something for your birthday, now didn't I?}

{Wait really?}

{Yeah! But first get your money}

He did as he was told, which was a strange concept for him, but he was so excited to finally know what was in the trunk. So, he grabbed a wallet that had a undetectable extension charm, and was warded against any one other him or an angel and had a feather weight charm on it, before simply knock a limp of coins (mainly galleon's) into it. Stepping back, the swipe hadn't even made a difference, and he couldn't even see where the gold came from. That was how stupidly rich he was. From one vault alone.

{Okay. Sooooo, chest?}

{You bet! Walk over to it and hold your hand above it}

Harry did so.

{What next?}

{Patience. Now let a little grace out and repeat after me... I speak with the will of the Angel Gabriel}

Harry followed these instruction's to the letter. The trunk opened with a click. He wasted no time in throwing open the lid and searching through the trunk. He found plenty of extremely valuable or important items. For example the real key's to Dean Winchester's beloved Impala. After Gabe hits the detonator, the next time the key's Dean had were used, they would explode, turning the slick black Impala hot pink. Even the Horn of Gabriel was in this trunk.

Yet Gabe told him to keep digging. And then he saw why.

{There it is}

{You're letting me have this}

{You're doing that undervalue yourself thing again. That's not healthy. told you not to do that}

{Still can't believe you trapped me in that damn show while I was asleep}

{It was funnier with you than with the Chuckle-chester's}

{This is really mine}

{There's no one I trust more with it. Except me}

{Your modesty is unparallelled}

Regardless of this fact, Harry hesitantly reached into the trunk and pulled out the item.

The long, shining, silver blade fit easily into his hand, as though he were born to use one. As though he were an Angel.