Hey! So quick A/N:

I basically decided to combine my three favorite story plots for HP fic's, them being; Wrong boy who lived, Harry gets adopted by another wizarding family, and a supernatural crossover with Gabriel going to Hogwarts because..well because it's Gabriel, so Trickster business *Cough*Snape*Cough*

)Blah(...Harry

(Blah)...Gabriel

"Blah"... Normal Speaking

That's it I guess, you'll probably see how this will work as the story goes on. So, onto the story:

Prologue

July 31st was an ordinary day to most people. That year it happened to fall on a pleasant, sunny cloud free day, so most people were more cheerful than they would have been had been raining or cold. Two boys however, both now eleven years old, would have been hyper and cheerful no matter what the weather. The very simple fact was that it was their birthday.

It was not an ordinary birthday for the two boys, though. This one was different to all the others. They were looking forward to this particular day for the past week even more eagerly than ever before.

The two boys were wizards, and last week they had received their acceptance letters into Hogwarts.

Because of this the families of the two boys had decided that a trip to Diagon Alley was in order.

So as Harry Diggory opened his eyes, he felt his excitement grow to the point where he couldn't contain it anymore. He sprung out of his bed and raced across the hall of the Diggory home and into his brothers room, jumping excitedly onto the bed and bouncing up and down, grinning widely at the disgruntled groan that came from it's occupant.

"Cedric!" Harry shouted loudly "Cedric, wake up!"

Cedric turned slightly so that he could push the awake-at-an-annoyingly-early-hour person of his chest, before somehow managing to wake up enough to speak. "What?" he asked, quite put off at the fact that Harry had woken him early once again for seemingly no reason.

"Guess what day it is," Harry replied in sing-song voice.

Cedric sighed and reluctantly asked the question.

"What day?" This was the same way the conversation went every Christmas and birthday. Though Harry seemed more hyper today, for some reason. A reason Cedric couldn't quite remember.

"It my birthday! I'm eleven!" Harry exclaimed, once again throwing himself across Cedric's bed and ignoring his brother's loud protests.

Cedric grinned, realizing what that age meant, and remembering the letter that they had received barely a week ago. His little brother's excitability was now easily explainable. Cedric had been the same on the day he had been accepted, and on the day that he went to Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies, which he now knew Harry would be doing later.

However rather than express his eagerness for Harry to join him at school, he feigned annoyance.

"Great," he said in fake exasperation "Now I have to deal with you all year round."

Harry glared at his brother then came to a conclusion. Two can play at that game, he thought, before using a look that he knew too well that Cedric hated. The best puppy eyes that Harry could do. Which is to say, the best that Cedric, or any Diggory, had ever seen.

"'Ric, I'm hurt. I'd almost think you didn't want me," he said, using the name he'd given Cedric when they'd first met.

Cedric , never being able to resit Harry's pleading face, or as Cedric had dubbed it the 'get-away-with-anything' face, gave up on pretense of being annoyed and allowed his smile to show. Then, Harry couldn't help but notice, Cedric's smile grew less warm, friendly brotherly smile to the scary, evil smile he got when he had an idea for revenge. Probably for being woken up.

Needless to say Harry was suitably scared.

Cedric suddenly sprung forward and grappled Harry who definatley did not scream, and proceeded to mercilessly tickle him, knowing that it was Harry's weakness.

"Cedric...stop," he gasped out, laughing loudly, and kicking around "Sorry...I woke...you up,"

Cedric, seemingly satisfied with his victory, lay back on his bed, smoothing out his hair as he did so. Harry meanwhile struggled to regain his breath and composure after laughing so hard. He allowed himself to grin internally knowing that revenge was on it's way. He saw Cedric glance at the clock that hung on his wall, which at the moment showed them that it was half six. He actually did get annoyed then.

He and Harry had always been close, despite only having known each other for a little while. At the point his parents adopted Harry, so Harry had been, he had been desperate for a brother. From what he remembered, Cedric had been very excited to finally get his wish. He very rarely got upset with Harry. The only time he did was when his 'morning rule' got broken- 'Don't wake me up before eight'.

"Harry, why did you wake me so bloody early," he asked calmly.

Harry grin wasn't reassuring in the slightest. "I didn't" was all the raven haired boy said, before sprinting off, leaving Cedric confused. The older boy turned, and his eyes widened as he saw that the clock was frozen. He darted out of his room and saw the clock in the hall. Eleven-thirty.

"HARRY!"

Harry was reduced to tears with his laughter. The only thing Cedric hated more than being woken early was missing breakfast.

Harry reflected on how lucky he had been twelve months to be taken in by the best family in the world. Though he still felt bitter about how it came to be.

~Flashback~

5 year old Harry Potter crept downstairs, trying desperately to avoid making any noises so as not to alert his parents that he was still awake. He wouldn't have bothered, but for the fact that they had once again; as they had for the past four years; forgotten, or rather, neglected to tell him that it was dinner time, and his twin brother, Hayden, hadn't been able to bring him any food.

So once again he was forced to go and get it himself. One thing he did not expect was to suddenly fall to floor as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his father, mother and Albus Dumbledore standing over him. Lily was in tears, and James had a sad smile on his face. Dumbledore looked smug. But he was a very good actor and it seemed only Harry could see that. The interfering old coot, as a friend so eloquently put it, had his wand out.

"Are you sure it's the only way?" Lily sobbed

"Yes. I'm sorry, Lily, but Voldemort is not gone," Dumbledore stated his eyes twinkling "Hayden must be trained, and I fear Harry would only be a burden. He would be jealous of his brother"

The young, but mentally very advanced Harry had scoffed at that. Or tried to but couldn't, as he was in a full body bind curse. He would never betray nor have any ill feelings towards Hayden. It was, after all, Hayden who looked after him when he was ill, which was often as he very badly fed, and had a poor immune system from his lack of outdoor activity. Hence why he was always ill after a day out with the Potters, and why he was too small for his age.

"I believe the Dursley's would be the best place for him. You will see him again when the boy's are eleven," Dumbledore the Dark Grey said serenely (as his mind helpfully supplied. Well not his exactly) before Harry felt darkness cloud his vision. The last thing he heard was his mother's whispered good-bye.

~End Flashback~

After that Harry spent two years with the Dursley's, not at all missing his so-called parents. His best friends dad was better than Harry's relatives. But siblings couldn't even compare. However, two whole years of abuse with magic hating muggles had been annoying at best, and horrible at worst. So eventually he left. A normal seven year old could not survive in the outside world on his own, but Harry was not an ordinary person and never had been, even amongst other wizards. He'd always known that.

Unknown to everyone but two people, Harry left neither the Potter nor the Dursley house alone. And he was of course eternally grateful to the one constant person (technicalities of it aside) in his life.

(Harry, Harry, Harry we finally get to go back to the super cool wizarding alley! You know, whatsit called? It'll be awesome! We finally get to play the most ultimate, hilarious and crazy Trickster/Harry prank on Dumbles the Grey!)

Except for moments like this when Gabriel couldn't stop talking. Thinking. Thalking? But he did have to say that the man had some cool tricks and powers. Powers that he successfully granted Harry use of. It was Gabriel's idea to set all the clocks in the house to a different time (the wrong one of course) but for the one in his parents bedroom.

Because Gabriel was an archangel. One who had been blasted out of his own body when he tried to fake his own death and became far too elaborate with the plan. The fake blade had sent the angel flying across the planet and universe's, before crashing into Harry. So now they shared a mind. Which in itself was odd, as Harry should have died from having the angel in the same body as him, plus Gabriel should be in charge. Gabe thought it had something to do with him not having had permission to enter, or maybe something to do with the fake blade. The real one was hidden up Harry's right sleeve.

Regardless of what strange twist of fate had brought them together, Harry wouldn't have it any other way. Well maybe one thing.

(I can read your thought's Harry)

)You were meant too(

(Not my fault you make me hyper by eating all that sugar before bed)

)Not my fault! I inherited your sweet tooth as well remember? Not just your Trickster/Angel mojo. Hardly my fault you keep me awake all night by talking across this thing(

Gabriel didn't seem to deem it necessary to give a reply. Not that he could because Harry had blocked him out. Ah the joys of occlumency. The thing was, that even Harry didn't have any sugar all day (an impossible feat mind you), Gabriel still Didn't. Ever. Go. To sleep. Which in turn meant he kept Harry awake. That was why Harry learned occlumency. It let him push a wall up over the link for a few hours, which was enough time for him to get the low amount of sleep that his angel improved body needed.

Harry turned their thought's to later that day. He let an evil grin spread across his face as he thought of the moment that 'Ric realized what time it was (5am). He could feel Gabe's sly smile over the link as well.

Cedric froze and groaned internally as he saw the slightly scary grin Harry was wearing. That look never, NEVER, meant anything good. It was the most evil grin ever. Of all time.

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A fair distance from the Diggory home, later on in the day, another boy felt as though he had been punched in the gut. Repeatedly with some strength. Whilst his metaphorical attacker wore heavy titanium gauntlets. With spikes.

In short he felt terrible.

He turned away from the disgustingly plain house, on a sickeningly plain street. He would have happily brought the place, no the town down with any means needed. Instead he controlled his temper and let the distraught sadness overwhelm him. He fell down onto the hard sidewalk, and pointedly looked away from the muggle houses so as not to show the hate he felt for them.

He ignored his parent's calls,and the confused question's of his younger sister, Alice. His unruly dark brown hair with a red tint to it fell down into his chocolate brown eyes, which were filled with tears. He could only be partly glad that they were in the muggle world at that moment. Otherwise the wizarding press would be all over him. Asking ceaseless question's and taking picture he didn't want, subjecting him to interview after interview. And he could never say no to his families proud smiles. No. Not his family. His godfather and uncle no longer spoke to his parents. And his brother was long gone. So they weren't a full family any more.

The second boy was Hayden Potter. The-Boy-Who-Lived. At his back was number 4 privet drive. And he'd just been told his brother had ran away four years ago. He'd just been told his brother was gone.

Hayden did something no wizard had ever done before. He prayed. Prayed to be able to see his brother again.