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.

10. Are Schools Usually Dangerous

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Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter. I take no credit for the genius that is both of those works.

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Are Schools Usually Dangerous

Over the next two month's, Harry and Dri worked hard. They always did whatever homework they were given as quickly as possible, yet also nearly perfect much to Granger's ire. She still seemed to be trying to compete with them. On different occasions several of their year mates including Hayden and Neville (dragging a rather reluctant Ron along with them) one time, her roommates another, the whole first year Ravenclaw house and even a few Hufflepuff's had tried to tell her that she shouldn't exhuast herself trying to catch up to them. The whole school knew after the display in the Great Hall (which they'd gotten away with, because there was no solid proof that they had anything at all to do with it) that Harry and Dri were very clever and powerful. Being raised knowing about magic also gave them an edge. Despite these warning's, she still tried and ended up nearly tearing her hair out when she beat them, only for them to do something better and prove that they'd been holding back.

Because of their actions, many felt that the two of them could potentially be the most powerful wizards in their year.

In class the two of them worked perfectly together, so much so that their work usually suffered whenever they had separate classes and were forced to pair with others. They seemed to always know what the other was thinking and that made them a brilliant team. No one else could do as well whilst working with either and as such, couldn't complete the work to the usual standards.

Most teachers that taught the boys, despite their annoyance over the first prank caused by the 'New Marauders', showed a huge amount of pride in them. As expected Snape was trying to make life hell. It pleased Harry to no end that Snape's intelligence was high enough that he could be the subject of Harry's mind games and understand the more complex insult's, but not high enough to retaliate efficiently. Dumbledore's expression whilst looking at them was anything but the Twinkly-Eyed Grandfather look he usually had on. Seems like he was still angry for the goat thing. It probably didn't help that the duo had been transfiguring the floor in front of him into grassy fields with signs that read 'Please Graze Here'

The reason for them doing so much work, was so that they could get it out of the way and work on their experiment. Ever since Terry had been accidentally drugged by Dri, Harry had been working on perfecting the drink. Dri meanwhile had been trying to work out how to tone down the after effects at the very least to the level of a regular hangover rather than the 'ten times worse' it had originally been. It helped that the Twins were actually potions genius' but just didn't show it. They were actually very clever and could probably get straight O's if they put the effort in.

When the workload got to be too much, the group; now called the New Marauders because Fred, George and Lee weren't Junior Marauders (the company was still planned to be called Marauders Jr. Co.); unwound the stress with pranks and practical jokes that they unleashed on the unsuspecting victim. Although, Harry/Gabriel's Trickster nature would only allow them to target individuals if they deserved it, so usually a prank hit groups; all the people of one sex, a whole house or year, the staff, anyone with black hair or any other criteria they felt like at the time.

Though the drug wasn't the only development they were making. They were experimenting with different potions to do enhance them or change their purpose entirely. Other joke like products were being designed for the fun toy/prank section of their stock; this duty fell mostly to the Twins. The group was also messing around with various runes, particularly enochian (though the others simply assumed that they were old and obscure human ones) to see what they could do with a little creativity. There was one instance while they were working in an unused classroom, in which they'd drawn the runes for 'Power', 'Strength', as well as others used by Angels to give more power to something onto Harry's left arm in his own blood, and had him fire a Confrigo at a target. When he'd done so, Harry had been blasted back across the room and punched straight through the brick wall behind him whilst his arm had been pulverized by the recoil. The target had been so destroyed there wasn't ash left, and the same could be said for the table's, chairs and a section of the wall around it. Dri had been thrown on his ass, the Twins eyebrows were burned off and Lee's hair was on fire. What they hadn't counted on,, was the extremely loud explosion being louder than the silencing charms could hold. The whole school heard it thanks to the echoing corridors. They'd managed to heal their own injuries, but Harry had to go to Pomphrey in order to regrow the bones in his arm.

With all the excitement, neither Dri nor Harry noticed that Terry wasn't talking to them any more.

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Filius Flitwick was worried. He was anxious. He was concerned.

That year, at the start of the first term, he'd had, despite knowing he shouldn't, three favorite students. He knew for a fact that nearly every teacher had favorite students, aside from Binns who Filius doubted even knew he had students. The Marauders and Lily were always the favorite's of Dumbledore, McGonagall and old Slughorn when he'd taught. Snape was biased heavily to any of his snakes. He knew that Sprout had a soft spot in her for Cedric Diggory, having known the boys the teachers that year had Miss Granger down as a favorite, excluding himself and Snape. Nearly everyone was bending over backwards for Hayden Potter, even those who didn't yet teach him. Filius sighed. It was a shame, to him, that Hayden, who quite obviously wanted to prove himself as capable, not just be handed everything for his being the Boy-Who-Lived.

But that wasn't the problem. Every year, every teacher had a favorite. Except for him. He had always remained unbiased and impartial. Until now. Harry Gabriel, Adrian Black and Terry Boot had become the only students that made him lose his famed objectivity. And he was concerned because he'd seen the trio that had begun such a good group was unraveling. Terry had been withdrawing from Adrian and Harry, and because of that he was alone and therefore, no longer under Harry's protection, a target. So the boy had backed up into the bullies and took protection from Corner and Goldstein. In exchange, he had been involved, only minorly, in various confrontations between this gang of Ravenclaw's and whichever weak person they targeted.

Filius was currently sitting in the staff room. All the teachers, including the headmaster and aurors, were there because it was the first staff meeting, not counting the pre-term gathering. Up until this point the staff had made notes and reports to Albus about the students, but now they would go into more detail.

The meeting progressed as usual. Each teacher submitted prefect reports, they made mention of any students who had exceptionally good work, or good behavior and vice versa. Any problems were addressed. The heads of house's reported on how progress was in their houses and the professor's did the same for their classes. The Aurors gave him a rundown on what the protection for the stone was like and the situation on the third floor corridor.

"Now then. Onto the first years," Albus said cheerfully, clapping his hands together "How is Miss Abbot settling in?"

And so on it went. Every teacher who taught first years told him about each new students accademic progress, behavior and attitude as well as any problems. Snape declared any non-Slytherin a dunderhead in potions. Miss Bones was good in Charms, and was very vocal on moral matters especially concerning the law. Mister Nott and Miss' Greengrass and Davis excelled in DADA, though it was mostly through self study. All three were quiet but not poorly behaved. Mister Finch-Fletchley seemed to be average all around, not exceptional anywhere but not struggling either. He was apparently quite eager and very kind. The Slytherin student Draco Malfoy, was good at potions (Genius, according to Snape) and well behaved. The other staff disagreed and stated that he was very rude, and degrading to every non-pureblood and even some purebloods like Bones, MacMillan, Boot, Weasley, Longbottom and Black. And especially Potter. Ernie MacMillan wasn't so talented though he did very well on the theory side of lesson's. He was a bit rude to some people, but wasn't intentionally unkind.

This process was repeated for every student. The list followed alphabetical order, but Dumbledore skipped a few names, which made several narrow their eyes, Filius included.

"So how is Mister Black doing this term?" he asked

"He shows talent in Transfiguration, and despite his slight arrogance he is very well mannered" McGonagall said proudly

"I agree. He shows no particular talent in herbology, but the assessment of his character is true" Sprout added

"I'm afraid I can't comment given that he falls asleep in my class," grumbled Sinistra.

"He's a dunderhead in potions" was Snape's input.

"H-he has some sk-sk-skil-l in De-fen-fence" Stuttered Quirrel

"I am very pleased with his progress. He had a good skill set in Charms and while he could do with more time on his essay's, I have very little to complain about," Sirius practically glowed with pride by the time Filius finished.

Neville Longbottom was revealed to be a shy boy, with great talent for Herbology. Ron Weasley was a lazy, rude and bigoted boy with very little talent anywhere and didn't try and improve at all. The staff reported that Terry was talented in practical area's but shone in Potions, which was grudgingly admitted by Snape. Unfortunately, the boy didn't believe in himself at all. Hermione Granger was a very good witch when learning the theory , and her work was perfect, though she seemed too focused on the work of Black and Gabriel.

"And of Mister Potter? Harry that is," Everyone looked expectantly at Filius

"Harry Gabriel is a very talented young man. His moral compass seems somewhat skewered, which I blame on never having been taught right from wrong. But he is very polite to most people, and is protective of his friends. He is highly intelligent and is perhaps the best student I've ever taught,"

"He's a dunderhead!" Snape said venomously, but then muttered "He has damn good occlumency though"

The teachers agreed that Harry was a very skillful boy, bar Sprout who had barred him from the Greenhouse after three plants died in one lesson, just because he handled them, and Sinistra who again grumbled about him falling asleep.

Hayden Potter, the staff claimed was average in everything. This caused Dumbledore to pale momentarily, and then look thoughtful (whilst James and Lily guilty) when McGonagall claimed that he could probably do better if he wasn't so focused on his brother. He seemed to be disregarding his own work in order to work on trying to mend the gap that had been formed due to the time spent apart.

With that the Staff Meeting concluded. Whatever you're planning for those boys, Albus, I will make sure it's in their best interests first

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That day was Harry's favorite day of the year. Halloween!

He couldn't wait for the feast that night. According to Cedric, the Hogwarts Halloween feast was to die for. But first he had to get through the classes of that day. Though so far, Hogwarts had lived up to it's expectations. The decorations of pumpkins, spiders and webs set up over the castle were impressive. The ghost's seemed to fit into the castle even better that day, and Harry thought it would be better for the holiday if they only roamed the castle on Halloween.

{Seriously. Can you imagine it? All the sugary goodness!}

{If what 'Ric told us is true, then I think we'll still be bouncing off the walls in a week. And you know what the best bit is?}

{No, what?}

{Aside from the sugar high, it doesn't affect us at all. We won't fat or high blood pressure or whatever the doctor says}

{That is a very good point. my friend}

{Shall we fantasize about our evening 'meal', my dear compatriot}

{I think we should, my good partner in crime}

To Harry, such fantasy's were better than this elementary Charms class. The levitation charm? Really? {What do they take us for, eight year olds} But even so, when Professor Flitwick told them to attempt the charm; with a sly grin in Harry's direction; he did so. And effortlessly succeeded. Dri's feather floated into the air also.

"Oh well done Mr Gabriel, Mr Black! 10 points each!" Flitwick said excitedly.

On the other side of the room, Ron Weasley's arm was windmilling wildly trying to work the spell but failing and almost hitting Padma Patil in the eye. Granger told him to stop, and then told him how to do the charm and demonstrated, which earned her five points. Hayden feather also moved not very high and a little unstable, but still better than most in the first lesson. Then Terry's. Shortly after Terry got it, so did Corner and Goldstein, which made Harry suspicious that they'd coerced the Boot heir into helping them. He'd only that day realized how he'd been treating his friend, and depite not really knowing the human standards of acceptable behaviour, he'd known it was wrong. But when he'd gone to find Terry, he'd been with two of the biggest bullies of their year. So Harry had decided to watch them, rather than confront them.

It was after the lesson had finished, and everyone was leaving when the Weasel said "She's a menace. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends" A few people laughed, but Harry and Dri didn't. In fact neither did Hayden who only frowned, and Neville who just smiled in a 'whatever you say' sort of way. Unfortunately, Hermione heard them, and pushed passed Ron with tears running down her face.

Then she bumped into Corner.

"Watch where you're going, Know it All" He said with a cruel sneer

"I-I-I'm s-sor..." whatever response Hermione had was cut off by Goldstein.

"They really shouldn't let people like her in. They just mess the whole place up for everyone else" He commented snidely

"I know right. Who wants her around anyway. No one here cares," Corner said

Then they both looked to Terry. Hermione did too, in the hopes that he would help due to him being friends with Harry, who was quite clearly very anti-bully. Her hopes and heart-breaking pleading expression, was overpowered by the expectant gazes of the other two Ravenclaws.

"Why did you come anyway?" Terry asked, sounding similar to the others "It's not as if you'll ever amount to anything. You'd be better off, we'd all be better off if you just..."

"Terry"

At that one word Terry froze. Everyone gasped and turned to the two people who no one had remembered were present, due to them leaving last and not saying anything up until that point. Terry slowly pivoted and, seeing them, looked down at the ground. Dri looked angrier than any had ever seen them, and was glaring at them as though he wanted to set fire to them. It looked as though the only thing stopping him from lunging, was the restraining hand Harry had on his arm.

But Harry's gaze was the worst. It wasn't angry. It was disappointed. Harry felt disappointed in Terry, that he would do this. Along with a lot of guilt.

{Did I cause this Gabe?}

{No, you drove him away, yes. But this was crossing a line}

"Why? Out of everyone I thought you would have been the last to do this. To say things like that. So why?" Harry asked

"Are you so different?" Terry snapped "Your sidekick their drugged me, and you never even cared?"

"I didn't drug you intentionally you moron! I was trying to help you. You weren't well that morning, remember?!"

"Wait...you-you were trying to help?" Terry asked quietly. Dri just nodded. At some point, Hermione had fled the scene.

"You know, given the fact that you used to be on the other side of this, I thought you were better than that. Guess I was wrong," Harry said.

Terry looked in the direction Hermione had ran-off in, remembering the look on her face, with a pang of guilt. He was sickened and shocked that he'd become like Corner and Goldstein. Become what he swore he never would. Like his father. And worst of all was Harry. His first friend, the first person after Professor Flitwick to be kind to him. He'd disappointed him. He looked at Harry again.

"Harry..." he whispered remorsefully "Please I..."

"No Terry. No. Go, now, before I let Dri go and do something he'd regret," Harry said softly. Dri was cracking his knuckles was looking at Corner, seemingly contemplating where would be the best place to hit him. Then the same on Goldstein. And then Terry himself.

With tears in his eyes at what he'd done and his friends reaction's, Terry took off as well.

"A little harsh don't you think?" Hayden asked softly

Harry went to snap at him, but then realized that if he started yelling at and insulting Hayden he'd probably end up in tears too, and as he'd already been responsible for two people being in tears (even if one of them was inadvertently) one of whom had been his friend, he decided that he should try and not upset anyone else for the whole day and kept quiet.

Dri answered for him "This is Harry. I wouldn't be all that surprised if he ended up hanging upside down in the Great Hall, wearing a sign that called him a worthless git who won't amount to anything"

"Well then you're definately lousy friends. Glad you're not one of mine," Ron said

"And how is what you said to Hermione any different?" Harry growled, already angry, and barely keeping it together.

Ron, however didn't seem to get it and decided to stick his foot in his mouth "What I said was true. You had no right to say that to Boot. He was doing us all a favour by telling the bookworm what she deserved. And you're just a hypocrite. No wonder you're family didn't want you!"

"'Hypocrite'? Fancy word from a Weasley," Dri shot back, before realizing just how much Ron had gotten to Harry with his words. And apparetly Ron had seen this too, and tried to press his advantage. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the very sharp tip of a long silver blade was against his throat. The students eyes widened and gasps and exclaimations of shock and fear filled the air. Dri and Hayden could only stand there and watch as everyone's eyes followed the hand holding the sword, along the arm and then into the glowing green eyes of Harry, that burned with rage.

"I suggest you close your mouth before I rip your limbs off and stuff them so far down your throat you'll be digesting them," Harry spoke slowly and calmly, as though he did this often "Now, unless you want to spend the rest of your life breathing through a tube then I think you should BACK THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" the pure rage and power being sent off by Harry had people shivering and whimpering in fear. But he wasn't finished yet "Back away. Back away until you are out of my hearing range; which is quite far; and then back away some more"

Just then, Professor Flitwick came out of his classroom to find out what the cause of the commotion was.

"What is going on here? Mr Gabriel? Mr Weasley?" he squeaked.

Weasley grinned wickedly "Sir he just went crazy and threatened me with a knife!"

Flitwick was about to shout at Harry, confiscate the blade and hand him a few dozen detentions per month for the whole school year, when he actually saw this knife that he was told about. His eyes widened and he gazed in wonder at the magnificent piece. He'd only ever seen one like it before, not counting the drawings he had of them. And he knew that he couldn't take the blade and that such a person as Harry wouldn't reveal a card like this for no reason.

So he repeated "Mr Gabriel?"

"He accused me of being an unwanted and unloved hypocrite. He brought up home life," and his answer gave rest to Flitwick's concern that they may have someone like that bloody demon on the castle once again.

"I think detention with Professor Snape tomorrow night for such underhanded insults would be sufficient, don't you Mr Weasley?" he said to many peoples shock "And you with me Mr Gabriel at the same time. Don't let me see that blade again without good reason,"

As he left, many students stared at his back in a confused manner.

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At the feast that night, everything was going well. The Twins were telling them that up to that point they'd made 821 galleons and seven sicles from the calender business. Nearly the whole school had bought one, even some Slytherins. The majority of staff and Slytherin house hadn't along with the more stuck up git's, but on the whole it was a good investment. The New Marauders were discussing the idea of creating an owl order system, so that parents and past students who disliked the Greasy Bat could also get one. Of course to order by owl there would be a 20% increase on the price. Harry was tucking in to the many sweets and cakes that were set out on the table. Not even Cedric tried to stop him.

Of course he felt slightly upset that Terry and Hermione hadn't returned all day. Aparently they were both locked in bathrooms. Ironically, right opposite each other.

But then, the stuttering moron, Quirrel barged yelling "Troll!..In the dungeons! Troll in the dungeons! Thought you ought to know," and then fainted. The wrong way. But the students went into panic mode, and began screaming.

The old goat stood up and said "Please remain calm. Would prefects please escort the students back to the common room's,"

Except Harry didn't move. Terry didn't know. Dri, Hayden, Ron, and Neville seemed to have reached the same conclusion and were running as fast as they could in the direction of the corridor that the two bathrooms were in. Harry just disappeared from the mass of students with the sound of wings. Almost nobody noticed

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Terry knocked on the door to the girls bthroom. His eyes were puffed and red and tear tracks shone on his cheeks. His iris' were dull, and he was still sniffling. The young girl who opened the door wasn't much better. As she looked out, she starting glaring at him when she realized just who it was outside. Terry wrung his hands together nervously and swallowed, trying to get what he wanted to say out.

"Uh, Hermione, I just, I wanted to say that, that I'm sorry I said those things to you. You didn't deserve that and..."

He never finished becuase Hermione gasped in fright and looked behind him begining to cower. Terry slowly turned, his legs trembling as he heard a gruff grunt, and a bad smell hit his nose. He came face to face with the ugly looking, twelve feet mountain troll, who was holding a tree trunk sized club in one hand. The other was clenched in a fist.

The troll followed as Terry and Hermione backed up int the sinks in the bathroom, and the monster raised it's club. The two students were clinging to each other in horror, earlier problems forgotten in the face of such danger. Terry had one last thought before the club was swung. I'm going to die.

But he didn't. He heard an impact and then a crash, followed by a roar of pain. Terry opened his eyes to see Harry standing there with his sword, his power rolling off him in waves. It was almost incomprehensable that such a young child could have such power, but the proof was right in front of him. The club was imbedded in the far wall, and the huge figure had a long, deep gash along it's left leg.

"Pick on someone your own size, Pendejo" Harry said cockily with a smug grin. He looked like the typical picture of a hero from the muggle fantasy books that both Hermione and Terry had read. Except for the fact that he was only eleven years old, and built like someone much younger. But it didn't seem to matter. The troll lunged and Harry pivoted to the right, swiping another wound in the beast's arm. It swing it's massive fist, but Harry thrust his right arm forward and the blade puntured right through the troll's hand, in between the small boulders that passed for knuckles. Another bellow of pain, but this time, Harry swung his free arm, and the suddenly the trolls feet were frozen in ice cubes, stuck to the ground. Using this to his advantage, the boy ducked past the flaining arms, and climbed up the troll's leg, plunging his knife into it's side. He jumped off landing to a crouch and skidding backwards across the floor.

The two terrified students watched all this with wonder in their eyes, but also worry. Though neither had failed to notice that Harry wasn't using his wand for his trick with the ice.

The ice suddenly shattered, shards flying off in every dierction. Harry caught one of the bigger ones and as they watched it molded itself into a shield that fitted perfectly around his left arm. He used it to block another punch. The shield was suprisingly strong and stayed together through the blow with only a few splinters of ice coming off it, though his grimace was noticable as his shoulder was forced out of place.

Harry elegantly leapt onto the sinks, and then hauled himself onto the top of the frame for the cubicles. Using his new position he jumped onto the troll, using the knife the slide his way down the creatures chest, before landing and rolling backwards to avoid being crushed underfoot. He threw the shield, and whilst it traveled one end lengthened and sharpened into a spear like spike, and landed neatly in the trolls throat. Harry danced away from the swinging monster, his long leather coat whipping around him, but a fist clipped his leg at the knee, which sent a loud, sickening crunching and snapping sound to reach the ears of the two small school students that were huddling under the sinks in the corner. Terry gasped and Hermione let out a scream, that was muffled by her hands over her mouth. Harry fell to his knee's, but forced his leg to bear his weight once more. He transferred his weapon into his left hand, and held his right arm out in front of him, palm facing outwards. At that moment, the other four first years arrived, and then stopped short at the sight that met them.

"Time to end this," Harry growled before pushing all of his grace and magic out through his hand. His hand began glowing first, then his eyes and then the rest of his body. A blinding white light filled the room, along with the high pitched ringing. Everyone had to cover their eyes to prevent them being blinded. The Trolls cries and grunts of pain was the only other thing they could hear, besides their own heavy breathing. Then the cries stopped and were followed by a loud thump and a shockwave rippling the floor.

But Harry had used too much power and he could feel his body de-stabilising, being torn apart.

"Hell, this is going to hurt"

Then the light ended.

The students opened their eyes to see the troll lying dead. It various wounds were bleeding heavily, and it's eyes had been burned out completely. No one really wanted to see what had happened to the troll on the inside.

"Is it dead?" Hermione asked timidly

"Well, it's not breathing," Dri said sarcastically but not unkindly. Terry, Hermione, Ron and Neville stayed well back. Hayden approached the body but didn't get too close. Dri however walked right up to it and looked into the holes that were once the creatures eyes. He immediately leapt into a stall and gagged, throwing up a few times. He recovered enough to say "God, it's brain's melted into goo," before coughing and gagging again. The eerie problem that none missed was that Harry was nowhere to be seen. They were all thinking the worst. Ron didn't care. Neville didn't know Harry or like him much, but didn't want him to be dead. Hermione wanted to thank him, for saving her and was scared that she wouldn't get the chance. Terry felt guilty that his last words with Harry had been an arguement, yet the raven haired boy had save him anyway, possibley at the cost of his own life. Dri and Hayden refused to even consider the notion as a possibility.

That was the scene professors McGonagall, Snape, Dumbledore, Flitwick and Quirrel ran in on, accompanied by James and Sirius. The Aurors went to their respective children and embraced them tightly, making sure they were alright. A dead troll, blood and ice everywhere, the bathroom half demolished with six scared first years standing around the room.

"What in Merlin's name...you lot, explain yourselves!"

"Professor's, we..."

"Why are you not in your dorms. Were our instructions not clear enough,"

Dri shouted as McGonagall continued ranting "Terry and Hermione weren't at the feast! They didn't know and we came to try and warn them!"

"The troll got here first. I thought I was going to die. But then Harry arrived and he fought it," Terry explained

"We..." Ron started likely trying to claim credit for actually beating the troll but Hayden cut him off

"We only arrived for the end of the fight. We're not sure exactly what Harry did, but it killed the troll..." here the adults eyes widened "Only, now Harry's not here and we don't know what happened to him."

The teachers also got very worried at hearing this.

McGonagall pursed her lips, then pointed at Terry and Hermione "You will recieve no punishment. You have done nothing wrong. You four. Five points each will be removed for your failure to follow instructions. 10 points will be awarded to each of you for your loyalty to your fellow students. As for Mr Gabriel. Thirty points to Ravenclaw, for selfless sacrifice for another student," her eyes watered slightly as she said the last part. James breath hitched.

"Now of you go, back to your dorms. James, Sirius could you ensure that my students make it back to the tower. Filius I expect you to do the same for Mr Boot?" The mentioned people nodded and the students were taken away. McGonagall let out a breath. Now she had to find out if Harry Gabriel really was dead. And if so, make the announcement. Which she knew would break a lot of peoples hearts.

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Not much from Gabriel this time around, but there'll be a lot more next time. Besides, I think the amount of action makes up for it.

Anyway, Yozza Out!