Heavenly Hogwarts

AU. Hermione, having lost her parents at a young age, ends up getting adopted by angels. How will that influence her Hogwarts carrier and the war?

Chapter 1: Meetings

Michael, archangel of the lord, commander of heavens host, warrior of God was one very confused angel. How in fathers name had he ended up in that mess?
Oh, yeah, he knew that.
He had been stressed out, to the point he seriously considered to just smite – well, everything and everyone, really. So, he had thought, better put that mood to good use and smite someone – something – who had it coming anyway and not end up the first angel in creation with an aneurysm.
Finding the first pair of demons on earth had been easy, donning an old vessel (so, yes he had to revive that first, sue him, it was all for the greater good, really), then going down he found himself on a mostly deserted street with four demons outside and three human souls inside a wrecked car.
He hadn't paid the humans any mind, they were humans and they couldn't possibly understand what was happening anyway.
He smote the demons.
He turned around.
And that was, when everything went to hell. (No, in fathers name, not literally!)
A little girl, around four, five years old, stood outside the car (how did she do that, that car was completely smashed), not a scratch on her body – and that was when he looked at her, really looked.
Sorceress.
A human descendant of a Nephilim.
It had been thousands of years ago, when they had first observed her kind. Michael had been ready to erase them too, but father had taken a liking of them and ordered the host to leave them be.
He had been glad, tired of the slaughtering.
And now there was this little girl, clutching a book to her chest and staring at him fascinated.
"Angel!" She pointed at his wings.
Well, that was new.
And interesting, interesting enough, in fact, that he had completely forgotten his stress.
He kneeled down in front of her, still towering her small form.
"My name is Michael, little one. Archangel of the lord and protector of innocent souls-" for that was, what she was, what all little children were, really- "and those men were demons."
She nodded earnestly.
"I am Hermione. Thank you for saving us. The bad demons flipped the car", the girl declared.
Suddenly her face darkened and she swirled around.
"Mummy! Daddy!"
Within seconds the girl was at the car again, helplessly trying to tear open the doors.
Acting purely on instinct Michael moved next to her, opened the car and retrieved her parents. A second later, he wished he hadn't, for the two humans on the front seats must have taken the brunt of the crash, their bodies mangled and very obviously dead.
The little girl began to weep, deep sobs shaking her small body, while Michael hesitantly patted the brown mop of hair that seemed to swallow her head.
Sensing the reminder of a human soul, he looked up, at the ghost of the recently deceased woman.
"Take care of my little girl", she whispered, before she went on to heaven.
Michael looked down at the still sobbing girl – Hermione.
He watched.
And then he remembered heaven, heaven before the arguments, the screams, the fighting.
He saw Hermione's golden-brown eyes and innocent smile and he remembered little Gabriel and his laughter.
He saw how she clutched the book to her chest and he remembered Raphael, burying his nose in a tablet.
He saw the power rolling of her in glowing waves and he remembered Lucifer, soaring through heaven.
Michael nodded to himself.
He was the commander of the host, the viceroy of heaven, how hard could it be to take care of one little girl?
He was confident, that he would easily master this task.
Michael ended up calling Raphael mere hours later.

Raphael took one look at the human, hiding behind his older brothers leg and shook his head no.
This was not a good idea!
He took one look at the determined expression in Michaels face and knew he was doomed.
Soon Raphael learned to make an exception for the little sorceress Michael was so oddly set on caring for. He began looking out for her to, but he knew neither he, nor his brother had the time, to properly take care of her, with all their heavenly duties (that they were already neglecting as it was, for fathers sake!), so he convinced Michael, that it would be for the best, if they commanded one of the seraphs, that were stationed on earth as a part time babysitter.
The look on young Anaels face, as she saw her new and secret appointment…
Raphael ended up loving little Hermione just as much as his older brother did.

Anael liked to think of herself as an angel with heart, she loved humanity (sometimes she envied them), but she was tired and one tiny step away from doing something really, really stupid (like ripping her grace out and insert herself into a barren woman to be born as human stupid – no, she hadn't planned that all out..).
So when Michael personally gave her an appointment, she was awed and reverent and fearful and dragged her vessel to the house, Michael told her to be.
At the end of the first day, she didn't know, if she loved Hermione or hated children and humanity as a hole or both.
Either way, Anael felt like she had a purpose again.

Hermione had celebrated her fifth birthday, lost her parents, barely avoided a demon abduction, been adopted by three angels and discovered strange powers all in one week.
She had gone from the highest high to the deepest low and then been lifted up to the heaven again. That all made for one very tired child.
But, she decided, as soon as she had slept a little – like, a week or two – future would look good.
Hermione already loved her new family.