Hello, hello. I redid this chapter to get my muse flowing and I'm loving the way it turned out. Hopefully more of this story soon.

PAIRINGS: Harry(Lucifer)/Sam/Dean(wincest), others later maybe...

WARNINGS: Season 5 AU, SLASH, Wincest

Harry looked up from his potions book to glare at Ron, who had fallen asleep. Then he glared back down at the book. Potions was still his worst subject. After defeating Voldemort, Harry and his friends agreed to all share one last summer at Hogwarts. The catch up program had been initiated right after the war to help students from all years learn information they had missed out on because of the war. It was an enlightening experience for Harry. With the combination of Snape and the Defence teacher's curse, he had a lot of gaps in education.

This year he was determined to work hard and gain his NEWTS so he could enter Auror training. Ron was aiming for the same goal, albeit with a little less determination.

It was funny, having spent all his life fighting, you would think Harry would want a break. At least, that's what his friends had thought at first. Somehow, his experience just gave him a fierce willingness to continue. He didn't want to stop fighting against the dark. Honestly, he didn't think he could stop. What was left of Harry Potter if you took away his purpose as the savior?

There wasn't much left to fight against. A few stray Death Eaters, most in hiding. Some of the Dark Lord's followers had handed themselves in and given up. There was too much hope in the wizards and witches of Britain for them to ever gain the foothold they once had. The wizarding world was healing, and they were doing it together.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts at the sound of someone coming down the common room stairs. To his delight, it was Hermione, carrying a load of books. She gave him a proud smile when she saw he was studying and rolled her eyes at Ron's snores.

His two best friends who he knew would be with him until the very end. The golden trio was what the public called them. Harry thought it was a grand and fitting title. Much better than the Man-Who-Conquered, or whatever the Daily Prophet was calling him these days. He had learned his lesson, reading that crap just added weight on his shoulders and he was already Atlas.

He smiled back at Hermione.

As she descended the stairs, there was a brief moment when it felt as though the castle had jumped. Harry was reminded of a muggle construction site, but that wasn't right. All of the renovations for the old castle were done with magic.

He looked up when Hermione placed a hand on his arm, she had dropped the books...somewhere. In fact, he didn't see them anywhere. He gave her a confused look.

"We have to go." Hermione whispered. Her eyes swirled with emotion, but Harry had never been good at reading people. He immediately brushed off the unsteady feeling he got and told himself the words weren't what they sounded like. That it wasn't a goodbye.

Ron was awake now, tugging at his girlfriend's arm urgently. He kept checking his surroundings like the castle could fall apart at any minute. The floor was shaking and Harry's chair scraped against the floor as he stood.

"What's going on?" Harry demanded.

"No time...safe room." Ron was muttering in Hermione's ear and Harry could only hear snippets.

"Ron? Hermione?" Harry asked angrily. He hated secrets, especially when his friends were keeping something from him.

"Harry. Follow us." Ron said, reaching for Harrys hand. Harry pulled back at the sudden movement and glared at his best mate.

"What's going on?" Harry repeated, his tongue making the words sharp and deadly.

"No time, Harry!" Hermione said, Harry just now noticed she had tears running down her face. "Harry, please."

Harry was shocked at the plea, all he could do was nod and allow Ron to grab his hand.

They raced through the halls. Harry couldn't see the way the light made his friend's bodies blurr. He couldn't smell the fire and sulfur. He couldn't hear the screams. He told himself he couldn't. It didn't work as well as he hoped.

A million possibilities, a thousand questions, a hundred horrible memories of the war all flashed through his mind. Only one thought was louder than the rest.

Something was very wrong.

Harry couldn't tell what floor they were on when they stopped. Until Hermione was walking back and forth in front of the wall. A set of Golden doors appeared in front of her pacing form. Harry was dragged inside before he could speak.

As the door slammed shut Harry's knees slammed against the floor. The pain didn't register in the midst of the shock. The room was full of dead people.

He turned his head back and forth, recognizing each face that crossed his path. James Potter, Lily Potter, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Sirius Black. He paused as Sirius flashed him a thumbs up. He couldn't speak.

"Harry." The dumbstruck Gryffindor looked up at the familiar voice. His girlfriend walk forward and kneeled beside him.

"We want you to know, we all love you very much. It wasn't supposed to end this way - this was worse case scenario." Ginny ran a hand down his arm, leaving him with goosebumps. Even though her hand was there, all he felt was cold.

She reached behind her neck and unclasped her necklace. It was something he'd never seen her without. Something that made her sad whenever he brought it up. She'd always said she'd tell him about it someday…

The cool metal touched his fingers and Ginny gave him an encouraging look. Turning the locket over he found an inscription.

"Ginevra Molly...Carver. 1912-1930...Wha-what is this?" Harry struggled to speak.

"Open it." Ginny said and there was so much pain in her voice that Harry couldn't stand it.

"No." He refused.

"Harry-"

"No!" Harry felt like a child, and Ginny looked at him like he was one.

"Please, Harry." And for the second time that night, Harry gave in. Because he couldn't refuse when someone asked so desperately.

His fingers were sweaty and they fumbled with the locked. As the clasp sprung open, a blinding white light encompassed the room. A single tear made it's way down Harry's cheek. He didn't have the strength to move as one by one, the dead bid him fare-the-well. The adults went first, giving him thanks and an echoing tribute howl as they faded away.

"Harry, you… you did right by us. All of us. I'm proud to call you my best mate - no - my brother."

Ronald Billius Forger, dead at twenty-three.

"Oh, Harry. You are always my best friend. My first friend…."

Hermione Jean Galleys, dead at nineteen.

"Harry." He's never heard his name as a soft and sweet apology before. He didn't like it one bit.

"Ginny." Not just his voice was broken.

"Get off the floor." The ghost said in an amused voice and Harry complied.

"Good, now you look like a strong man." Ginny pretended to wipe dust from his shoulders.

"Harry, Harry, I will miss you. A lot of things could be said in this moment. I think I'll leave with a thank you. Not just for believing in me, but for allowing me a chance to love. Thank you...Lucifer."

He stood a while just staring at the spot he'd last seen her. Then he bent down and picked up the locket, snapping it shut and fastening it around his neck.

Ginevra Molly Carver... dead at seventeen.

He understood now.

As Lucifer the angel was locked away, Harry Potter the wizard was born. The cage in hell had been a well constructed ruse. An illusion of Earth and a secret world where people could be born with magic. There were actors, souls of the dead who were offered a second chance if they could play their part.

He wasn't mad at them, those spirits were his second family. He knew they weren't faking the emotion in the times they shared.

The only one to blame for this was himself. He had gotten himself locked up, his Father had just been clever about his prison. Cruel and unusual punishment, but very effective. He had learned his lesson.

He had lost everything… but he still had hope. He would keep it inside her locket and remember all the things that humans had taught him.

He looked toward the golden doors leading to the real Earth and blasted them open with his grace. He promised them silently, he would fight Heaven and Hell, it didn't matter who got in his way. He would fight to protect humanity.