While he was thankfully no longer bound by the restraints of his former professor, and the sentient tumor that had been growing on his head, that didn't mean that he felt safe.

For it was one thing to be at the mercy of a megalomaniac with only a rotting lackey at his command.

It was quite another to be in a presence of an Archangel.

Especially one that was co-leader of the realm that believed annual genocide was a viable solution for population control.

"Peace Harry. I can assure that I mean you know harm. Quite the opposite in fact."

If he hadn't received prior training in the more obscure arts of magic, he would have had holstered his weapons in light of the soothing tones of the Angel that had informed Jesus's mom that she was expecting.

But since Stolas had seen fit to give him proper Occlumency lessons, he could detect the magical compulsion that rested within that suggestion.

"Yeah. Not sure I believe that. I mean don't get me wrong, I know for a fact that you could squash me like a bug if you wanted. But if your gonna do it, I'm gonna die with guns blazing instead of at my side because you used your voice to hypnotize me."

He was expecting anger or even amusement.

But a sad, apologetic smile was what he could.

"I'm sorry. The who 'Archangel' thing make people nervous when they know that we actually exist. Truthfully, I wish I knew how to do it millennia ago since constantly telling people to 'be not afraid' kind of gets wearisome after a while."

Though he kept his guard up, the fact that he could no longer sense a soothing aura made him just a touch more willing to believe that he wasn't in immediate danger.

Even if Gabriel revealed something that he didn't really need to know.

"But in all seriousness, you are rather fortunate that it's me you're meeting instead of some of my other siblings. Michael is rather….inflexible when it comes to certain issues. And Camael…well let's just say that she's the type to encourage troubling behavior."

Considering the stories he had heard about the two Archangels, he had to nod his head at Gabriel's words. For while he was fairly certain that Lucifer's twin brother would simply kill him for being associated with Hell, he suspected that he would be begging for death if he ever fell into the hands of the Devil's sister.

Not that he would admit it out loud.

"So….why do you want to meet me? If its because of the Potters I have to tell you that you're wasting your breath."

Though his words caused the blue-haired Messenger of God to frown, Harry found himself somewhat surprised by the Angel's response.

"It is not my place to get involved in matters between parent and child. Though I will say that Lily and James have regularly petitioned both myself and my brother Michael to allow them to do more than send you letters. Especially since you have now begun to confront the man responsible for the misery you suffered before your adoption by my brother's lesser subjects."

Frowning at this piece of info, though he wasn't sure if he was more pissed at the reminder of the Potter's attempts to get in contact with him, despite his refusal to reply, or at the casual way Gabriel dismissed his parents just because they were part of Hell's lower caste, the green-eyed Hufflepuff found himself surprised by the Archangel's question.

"How much have you been told about the prophecy concerning you and the man now known as Lord Voldemort?"

Thinking back to the political lessons Stolas and his former wife had put him through after his eventful trip to Loo Loo Land, Harry summarized what he knew in a manner that, while disrespectful, was nevertheless honest.

"Well apart from the fact that I'm somehow fated to be the only one to permanently kill the fucker, a job that's rather difficult cause the dumb asshole split his soul into anchors, nothing much."

Though his answer caused Gabriel to frown, it was more of a tired expression than an irritated one.

"That is the broad strokes of it yes. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised that you already know it since you're…upbringing would have made you more ready to handle such a cruel fate than if you were to remain ignorant of what lies beyond the living realm. Though what concerns me if you perhaps know the reasons why my brother is so invested in you?"

Frowning as he considered this question, even if the only answer he could come up with was because the Devil was in need for some long-term amusement, Harry was pulled from his musings by the blue-haired Messenger voicing his own opinion.

Or rather, lack there of.

"Cause I for one do not know what he is playing at. My brother Michael is operating under the impression that Lucifer merely wishes to spite our father by ensuring that it never comes about. But considering your actions here today have I think nicely confirmed that you will never be allied with that…thing, I am starting to believe that my brother has something else in mind."

Surprised by Gabriel's candor, Harry found himself asking a question that, while potentially dangerous, nevertheless could help him understand as to why Messenger of God wasn't acting like the stereotypical agent of heaven.

"Why do you care?"

For a moment the young Hufflepuff thought he had overstepped since he could literally feel the Archangel's anger at such a question.

Luckily however, the moment passed as quickly as it came.

Leaving Harry with a sight that he had only seen during his first Extermination.

An Angel who was filled with remorse.

"Because I hate having to watch my family tear itself apart further than it already is. I know that you might find this hard to believe, but even though he rebelled, for a cause that I have come to believe was noble, I still love my brother. Even if he would like to believe otherwise."

Unsure of how he should respond to this emotional reveal, especially since he was still confused as to how continued feelings of brotherly could allow him to continue the support of Hell's annual genocide, Harry was sadly unable to say anything as Gabriel gave a tired sight.

"Unfortunately, we will have to cut this conversation short since I can only interference for so long. But before I leave Harry Potter, I want you to promise me something."

Slowly nodding his head, for it would have been stupid to refuse an order from someone who could destroy him with a simple gesture, the green-eyed Hufflepuff could only scowl as he heard the demand.

"At least try and make an effort to let go of the hatred you hold towards your birth parents. I'm not saying that you have to treat them with the same love and affection you show to your adoptive family. But trust me when I say that family grudges are a wound that will continue to fester until you heal them."

It was only because he was being told 'try' instead of 'do' that allowed Harry to find the necessary patience to agree to this demand.

And luckily, if Gabriel was aware of his search for a loophole he gave no sign of it as he made his farewell.

"Goodbye Harry. Despite the circumstances, it was nice meeting you. Though I hope you will not be too disappointed with what I am about to do."

Bracing himself for a double cross, not that he could have done anything to really defend against an Archangel, Harry could only frown as Gabriel merely snapped his fingers before disappearing in a poof of light.

For a moment, he wasn't sure what the Archangel had been hoping to accomplish since the chamber looked exactly the same.

It wasn't until he heard a growing cracking noise that he understood what he had done.

If he had still been new to the ways of magic, he would have probably stood there with a feeling of approval.

But since he had been educated by a Prince of Hell, and had plenty of experience of what it felt like to be a part of a loving family, thus ensuring that he didn't blindly cling to the first friendly face he met in the wizarding world, he could not only understand what the cracking mirror meant but also express his frustration in a manner that clearly represented his upbringing.

"Oh fuc…"

….

Despite the lateness of the hour, and the fact that the day's events had left him feeling every single one of his hundred-plus years, the Headmaster of Hogwarts nevertheless refused to let sleep overcome him as he considered the events that had transpired in his absence.

His presence at the Ministry had quickly been revealed to have been a ploy to get him out of the castle. Something that should have been obvious since Lucious would never have dared to propose such troubling legislature unless his master was back in power.

But as troubling as that was, what was worse was the fact that Tom had been operating under his nose for the entire year. And it was only due to sheer luck that his return to power had been thwarted.

Well, luck and the violent tendencies of the boy who was prophesied to have the power to vanquish the Dark Lord.

In all honesty, he wasn't sure which was worse.

The fact that Harry's presence in the Third Corridor had been motivated by something that could only be considered selfish.

The fact that it was now evident that Lily's final 'gift' to her son was no longer present to protect him. Which he supposed wasn't too surprising since Petunia's death had ensured there was no place by which the protection could be recharged.

Or the fact that the stone had only been kept out of Tom's hands by an act that could only be labeled as murder.

Yes he knew that the prophecy had ensured that Harry would need to commit the act of killing if he was to survive to a ripe old age.

But there was a large difference between causing a person's death through spell work and using a sharp instrument.

He realized that Harry had been placed in a desperate separation. Especially since their encounter in the forest had alerted Tom to the capabilities of the young Hufflepuff when he was threatened.

But the fact that a soon-to-be twelve-year-old wizard had decided to stab his opponent in the neck AND disembowel him was worrisome in ways that surpassed the concerns he had once felt for an orphaned first-year Slytherin.

Still, his actions in securing the safety of his fellow 'explorers' had revealed that he wasn't beyond saving.

Which combined with his part in the stone's destruction, something which Nicholas had contemplated many times in the past decade, gave him hope that he still had time to prevent him from following the same blood-stained path that Tom had decided upon.

The only problem was that Wizarding Britain was populated by those that would inevitably make his task much more difficult.

For many of Tom's servants had escaped the downfall of their master. And while they were somewhat hobbled by the need to maintain the illusion that they were magically coerced into serving the Dark Lord, their aspirations of dividing society based on magical ancestry were still evident.

An ambition that was sadly aided by a growing number of witches and wizards who shared many of the same prejudices that had caused many to join the Death Eaters.

All of this increased the chances of Harry being placed in a situation where he would be tempted to use violence to remove those he perceived to be a threat to his well-being.

And considering the political influence of those that no doubt wished to bring harm to the Boy-Who-Lived, either because of a desire to avenge their fallen master or as a means to promote their own interests, he had no doubt that any attempts to defend himself would result in the boy being labeled as unhinged and untrustworthy.

Something that would inevitably happen if Tom ever regained a body.

For unlike his first rise to power, his former pupil would probably choose to remain in the shadows until he was confident that nothing could oppose him.

And one of the best ways to accomplish that would be to undermine Magical Britain's confidence in both his and Harry's credibility as respectful members of society.

He did not care if his reputation suffered, and he believed Harry to be the same way. But since not everyone had the moral courage to be proactive in the face of evil, the loss of credibility for those who had always stood against it would damage the cause almost as much as an army of dark creatures.

Still, that was a concern for another day.

The Stone was forever out of Tom's reach. Which meant that he was once again reduced to a mere shadow of his former self.

And Harry was safe.

It would be interesting to see if the relationship between the last Potter and his fellow 'treasure seekers' would deepen since his only acknowledged friend was about to leave Hogwarts for what he hoped to be a promising career in the Auror Corps.

Something that was more than likely considering Ms. Tonks possessed the sort of spunk that he had seen in both a younger Alastor and Kingsley.

And perhaps stronger ties with the House of Brave would serve to not only cure Harry of his darker tendencies but also encourage his academic rival to follow a less rigid lifestyle.

He could understand the desire to pursue knowledge. Especially when one discovered that the lack of it could result in dangerous consequences.

But the world was not in books or ancient scrolls.

And it would do well for Ms. Granger to discover that there were some lessons that could only be learned through experience rather than taught in a classroom.

And while she had missed out on this 'adventuer', he suspected that she would have plenty of time to experience one first hand as the years went by.

Cause while his methods were somewhat unacceptable, it could not be denied that Harry had a tendency to bring excitement into people's lives.

Whether they wanted it or not.

…

"You know, I'm really going to miss this."

Though her tone had carried more than a slight hint of regret in it as she took in the sight of the Great Hall, Tonks was unsurprised to hear her declaration met with the sarcastic tones of her black-haired housemate.

"Really? Which part? The gaudy architecture? The biased staff? The mpfff"

Putting an end to Potter's cynical tirade by shoving a particularly tasty-looking pastry into his mouth, the sight of which did much to lessen the effect of his glare, especially when he made no attempt to remove it, Tonks decided to answer his question.

"If you must know brat its all of it. With the exception of our potion's professor, and a couple of…things that your still too young to appreciate, I enjoyed my time here. Especially since my future instructors will undoubtedly be doing their worst to push me past my limits. Which means no endless feasts in my immediate future."

Her words earning a rare look of sympathy from the younger Hufflepuff, idly noting that it had begun before she had commented on her future dietary plans, the pink haired metamorphmagus was unable to comment further thanks to the hush that sounded throughout the hall as the Headmaster approached the podium to make his end of year speech.

"Another year, gone. And while I have no doubt that all of you would like to continue sampling the excellent food supplied our wonderful kitchen staff, I believe now is an excellent time to announce the winners of this years House Cup. But first, some last-minute points are to awarded."

Frowning at this announcement, for it sounded very much like Dumbledore was about to put an end to Slytherin's winning streak, Tonks could only grin as the first person to be 'recognized' reacted to this news by angrily tearing into a leg of chicken.

"First, for the ability to show loyalty to more than just his house, as well as his willingness to act when others would understandable pause, I Potter and Hufflepuff House, 70 points."

Clapping with the rest of her cheering house, resisting the urge to shoot a triumphant smirk at her no doubt scowling cousin, the graduating seventh year could only smile as the rest of the awards were given.

"Second, for his courage in challenging the odds, and displaying loyalty to a fallen comrade, I hereby award Ronald Weasley and Gryffindor House, 50 points."

Shaking her head in amusement at the way the Twins reacted at this news, thus completely missing the way Harry had laughed at the word 'courage', Tonks found herself clapping more sedately as Dumbledore spoke again.

Not because she had anything against the nervous-looking first year. But because she had a feeling that he would prefer a less exuberant display of support rather than the praised filled shouts of his House.

"And finally, for persevering in the face of hardship, and overcoming his fear to help out his friends, I award Neville Longbottom and Gryffindor House, 50 points."

Smiling at the enthusiastic cheers of the House of the Lion, Tonks wasn't sure if she should roll her eyes or share in her Housemate's celebration as Dumbledore revealed the rankings for this years House Cup.

"Which means in fourth place, we have Ravenclaw at 430 points. Third place, we have Slytherin at 450 points. And with both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tied at 470 points, I do believe that this year we have a tie."

Though it pained her to admit it, she had to slightly agree with the negative reactions Slytherin showed to this announcement.

Yes a tie could be used as a means to foster greater unity between the houses, but it could also breed resentment.

Especially since Slytherins were well known for complaining about the 'unfair bias' shown towards them by the other houses. Which was frankly ridiculous in her mind since none of the head professors, with perhaps the sole exception of Sprout, and even that was stretching it, showed nearly as much favoritism to their houses as Snape showed towards his.

But for now, she would keep her words to herself.

If only because the only one who would share her opinion was too busy stuffing his face.

Still, considering that she would soon be on a more restrictive diet, she wasted no time in joining him.

….

"Remind me again why I'm doing this?"

Though her tone was sarcastic, her dad, who for once needed little convincing to let her tag along, reacted as if she had asked a serious question.

"Well because we needed an extra pair of eyes sweetie while topside Looney. And with Stolas having to deal with some divorce shit, and Millie putting the final touches on the surprise party, you're the only one available to help us greet the Kid."

Though there was nothing wrong with Blitzo's answer, for she had in fact asked if she could be part of Harry's 'welcoming committee', partly to avoid having to help with the decorations but mostly because she missed her younger friend, Loona nevertheless had to sneer.

"Yeah well, if I knew that the train station was gonna be filled with a bunch of pervs, I would have just stayed home."

She knew she was attractive, and that her fashion sense did much to highlight this. Even in her human disguise.

But at least down in Hell no one would bat an eye if she showed just how much she 'appreciated' being gawked at.

Sadly though, while it wasn't a crime to leer at an attractive body in the living world, at least in most places, it was a crime to kick a perv in his family jewels.

Something that greatly troubled her adoptive father.

"HEY FUCKTARD! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE GROUND UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO GOUGE THEM OUT! AND YOU! YEAH THE ASSHOLE WHOSE MOM AND DAD ARE PROBABLY BROTHER AND SISTER! THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU FLASH YOUR MOSS-COVERED MOUTH AT MY BABY GIRL, I"LL RIP OFF WHATEVER INBRED WORM YOU HAVE IN YOUR PANTS AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR INCESTOUS ASS!"

Growling in annoyance at Blitzo's overprotectiveness, for even if she did appreciate having his support she was old enough to fight her own battles, the human-disguised Hellhound found herself nodding her head in agreement as Moxxie voiced his concern.

"Sir, maybe you should tone down the insults."

This of course was the wrong approach to take with her dad.

"Oh shut up and grow a pair Mox. Remember, we get to enjoy some VIP treatment due to my…relationship with Stolas. Which means I can insult them all I want without having to worry about the consequences of my actions."

Deciding it would be a waste of breath to point out that the platform was filled with more than just the type of aristocratic asshole that would bend over backwards if confronted with a higher-ranked blueblood, Loona found herself shocked out of her brooding by an unexpected attempt to draw her into a conversation.

"Umm, pardon me dear. But don't you think you should be dressed more…. appropriately?"

She wasn't sure if she should be amused or insulted by this question.

On one hand, she had recognized that her normal style would cause problems that she didn't want to deal with. So she had chosen to wear clothes she had worn down in the Wrath Ring during the Harvest Festival.

But on the other hand, the fact that she was being told that this wasn't good enough by an overweight, sweater-wearing, middle-aged human was enough to make her wonder if perhaps she should have gone with her normal outfit.

Though that thought quickly went out the window as a young voice spoke up to reveal her own opinion.

"Mom can I get clothes like that? They're so cool!"

She wasn't sure which was better.

The fact that the woman was stuttering to form a reply in the face of her daughter's inquiry.

Or the fact that her adoptive father was there to further increase the woman's discomfort.

"Yer damn right there cool! A little too backwoods redneck for me to pull it off. But my Loony looks good in anything.

Doing her best not to blush at this compliment, for even though she appreciated his words she was in no mood to put up with Blitzo when he was in 'doting father' mode, Loona felt her eyes roll as Moxxie moved to put a stop to any further escalation.

"I'm sorry Madam. This is her first time here. Soo.."

"Ah that explains it. Not to worry dear. I should have guessed you were Muggles."

Her eyes narrowing at this display of racism, though she suspected that the woman hadn't meant it as an insult, the disguised Hellhound was unable to call her out on this behavior by the unmistakable sound of a train whistle.

She found it rather odd that Witches and Wizards tended to view non-magic users as inferior despite the fact that they were using technology that has decades, if not centuries out of date in the rest of the living world.

But since she was only topside to serve as part of Harry's welcoming committee, she didn't really care about the so-called 'superiority' of the wizarding world.

"Dad! Loona! Blitzo?"

Snickering at the slightly irritated expression of her adoptive father as he heard his youngest employee's reaction to his presence, if only because she had a feeling that Harry's confusion was merely a way to mess with the disguised Imp, Loona waited until her friend had finished hugging his adoptive father before pulling him in for a quick display of public affection.

She wasn't normally a hugger, but since Harry was both shorter than her, and didn't try to instigate it with the same frequency of her adoptive father, she had no trouble displaying their friendship in such a manner.

Even if it usually resulted in some unwanted commentary.

Though this time it wasn't her overly protective dad who interrupted the moment.

"Damn Potter."

"We suspected you had a thing for older women."

"But we never knew that you had one waiting for you."

"Especially one as attractive as her."

"You must teach us your secrets."

Scowling at the grinning visages of the newly arrived gingers, Loona was prevented from telling them off for their roving eyes thanks to the intervention of the woman who had previously complained about her fashion sense.

"Fred! George! Your sister is right here! You think I want her to witness her brothers acting like this?!

She wasn't going to say it since she wasn't the type to state the obvious, but Harry and Blitzo, who had previously been glaring at the eleven-year-old, both voiced an opinion that had formed in her mind as soon as the middle-aged ginger had opened her mouth.

"Damn. She sounds just like Via's mom."

"Less shrill perhaps, but she's got the same bitching/nagging tone the harpy has."

Nodding her head in agreement with this observation, even if it did cause the now pissed off red-heads to shoot her a glare that was nearly as intense as the one they were shooting Blitzo, Loona was largely unsurprised by the attempt to bring peace to the potential conflict.

"I'm starting to see where you get your attitude from Potter. Gotta say when I pictured the adult influences in your life, I wasn't expecting….this."

If she had been anyone else, Loona suspected that she would have reacted with hostility to the pink-haired witch's deadpan observation.

However, considering that she was fluent in that form of speaking, she could nevertheless tell that the dry-sounding tone was a cover for the girl's amusement.

Which was why she wasted no time in offering up her own observation.

"Thankfully, Harry had the smarts to not limit himself to only one role model. His sass might be part Blitzo, but his willingness to get shit done comes from both his mom and me."

As expected, her declaration caused the group to break out into a myriad of expressions.

Harry's was a near-perfect mix of pride and the beginnings of the type of embarrassment he would experience once he became a teenager.

Moxxie's was one of both resignation and pride. Which was to be expected since he would never dare contradict anyone who said something nice about his wife.

Blitzo of course was beaming happily since she had acknowledged his status as a role model. Even if she did manage to sour it a bit by mentioning how he was only one of many.

The younger gingers, which had grown to include one who clearly had a stick in his ass, and one whose red ears and refusal to meet her gaze indicated that he was in danger of growing up into a more pathetic version of Moxxie, were wearing expressions of either amusement, disproval, or unease.

Their mother of course just looked affronted since she seemed like the type that believed that outdated bullshit about a 'woman's role'.

And as for the pink-haired teenager. Her reaction to her announcement was enough to make an approving smirk appear on her currently human features.

"I like you."

After that she didn't really pay too much attention to what happened next since it was all rather cliché.

The middle-aged ginger got into an escalating argument with Blitzo after he asked whether her figure was caused by her husband's inability to find a condom or if it was due to some desperate desire to have a miniature version of herself.

Moxxie, and the eldest of the ginger kids tried, tried to keep things calm. Something that was proving difficult since the other ginger kids were making it plain that they would defend their mom's honor.

Harry was content to watch the enfolding drama. Generously offering her a piece of popcorn from where he had managed to procur one.

And the pink haired one.

She just watched it with a look that clearly stated that she had become to resigned to such occurrences.

Which just cemented that things were back to normal for the members of I.M.P.

….

One year down. Six to go.

That was the thought that echoed in his mind as he replayed the events that had transpired in that delightfully cliché dungeon.

Yes he had been somewhat surprised to see THAT particular agent of Heaven make an appearance. But since he had been expecting some sort of divine intervention, the Overlord hadn't been overly shocked by the meeting.

And it didn't take away from the entertainment he got from watching an eleven-year-old child disembowel a two-headed man right when he was on the verge of obtaining immortality.

The boy of course had lacked the same finesse that he had once used to dispatch those he considered to be prey.

But since this was something that could be gained through experience, he wasn't too concerned about the boy's development.

Even if Gabriel was trying to help curb this highly useful character trait.

Still, considering that the boy was returning to Hell, and had increased the enmity of his fated enemy, Alastor surmised that there would be no 'miraculous redemption' occurring anytime soon.

Thought it did help to answer a question that he had pondered ever since he discovered Lucifer's interest in the pre-teen assassin.

That question was what was the desired outcome of the prophecy?

Only now he was beginning to understand that perhaps Heaven and Hell were more concerned with not only how it was accomplished, but also what came after.

Heaven of course would wish for the child to triumph over his 'evil' adversary by using methods that reflected the publicly declared morals and standards of Heaven. Which in turn would be heralded as yet another example, albeit an indirect one, of the supremacy of the Divine over the forces of Hell.

But if the boy vanquished his enemy by using methods that Heaven publicly declared to be evil, while also ensuring the creation of a society that was better than those influenced by the rhetoric of the so-called 'forces of good', it would be a major victory for Hell.

He was blind to the details of how this would develop.

But since was a patient fellow, and had other 'projects' to occupy his time, he would happily wait any see how this would happen.

Cause after all, the demonic young Wizard, like any worthwhile author, had used his interactions during the past year to lay the foundation of what they would be like in the succeeding year.

Which meant he could look forward to not only the continuation of amusingly violent gags of dealing with underage racists but also the new dynamics of the rivalry between the Imp adopted human and the girl that Lilith had chosen to indirectly 'help out'.

Character development was important after all.

Otherwise the next chapter of a story just rehashed the same thing over and over again until the audience decided to turn to other forms of amusement.

But, such was the fate of those who wished to entertain.

Either they adapted to the times, or they faded away into nothingness.

…..

ANNNNNND DONE.

FINALLY, after all this time, I have finished Book 1.

Its been fun writing it, along with the season one episodes of Helluva Boss.

Now, have to brain storm on what to do for Chamber of Secrets lol.

And now to summarize/clear up some things.

The meeting with Gabriel and Harry WAS influenced by not only the candy/porn star loving archangel from Supernatural, but also by the fan comic 'Hazbin Hotel Family Issues', which is where I got the idea of how to portray Gabriel's appearance. Also decided to use that comic for the depiction of another archangel since Camael's personality, at least what has been seen in the fan comics, can be used as a useful plot device to explain the yearly purge of Hell.

Anyways, Gabriel tries to keep Harry from falling further in darkness….basically telling him to at least try to give Lily and James a chance….with Harry thinking of using the loophole a certain Crossroad Demon used when talking about the soul of a older Hunter. I.e. "Only have to make best efforts to return your soul" "Meaning what?!" "means that I'd like to, but I can't". I liked the Boys, Bobby, and Castiel….but Crowley is what drew me in to the show lol.

Also…Harry DOES Know about the prophesy since his time in Hell/Stolas serving as a more active mentor than canon Dumbledore would ensure that he is mature/corrupted enough not to balk at the idea of murder.

In addition to this…Gabriel is touching upon an issue that I have hinted at before. WHY is Lucifer interested in seeing Harry win? In the last segment there are hints of what I intend…but will be fully envisoned at a later date.

Also…Gabriel destroyed the stone. Both as a means to keep it out of Voldemort's hands, and also as a way to keep Harry from being influenced by greed.

Dumbledore's musings are pretty straight forward. Still concerned that Harry is violent. BUT see's hope since he didn't allow his fellow 'treasure seekers' to come to harm. He's misunderstanding what really happened, but he will gladly take any sign that paints Harry as a selfless hero.

The Final term feast…wanted Tonks's perception since it is her last one at Hogwarts…with her views on what has happened during her last year, her friendship with Harry, and the Tie for House Cup. Gonna have less of an appearance for a while since she is in Auror bootcamp. But the occasional letter is still doable.

And then of course we have Loonas pov at the train station. This one was interesting for me to write since rather than have IMP confront another Death Eater, they get to meet an Oder of the Phoenix member, and her impressionable daughter. While lacking the racial/blood motivated outlook of Malfoy, apart from perhaps the Squib Weasley whose never really talked about, Molly reflects the other outdated/out of touch ideals of Wizarding society (i.e. fashion sense, Muggles are ignorant, and of course, the traditional role of women). Also, by having Loona serve as the proper medium, was able to touch upon some of the humor/plot devices of other fanfic stories. (i.e. Arthur never heard of a condom/Molly keeps having kids until she gets a daughter.)

That particular viewpoint will be visited again cause it can be weaponized by Harry when insulting blood supremacist since the Weasley Family, though blood traitors, is producing more pure blood children than they are.

The reaction to Loona's appearance I think is accurate. Twins are attracted/tease harry about his penchant for hanging out with older women. Ginny has a strong/cool female role model. Percy is….well Percy. Ron basically acting like a younger version of his 4th year self when confronted with Veela. And Tonks….well I think they would like each other in all honesty.

And of course I decided to end the chapter with Alastor's pov of the end of the first year.

I had played with the idea of doing a version of "I'm not going home. Not really". But decided against it.

Anyways….once I return to writing this story it will be the summer before second year….WHICH means that I can focus on season 2 episodes. The last episode of course will be…interesting to write since it not only provides Harry and Moxxie with a father son bonding moment (i.e. abusive childhoods)..but also a family member that Harry would hate to get approval from.

That's for the future.

Anyways…plz review. No flames. corrections in pms

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and are continuing to like the story.

Til next time.