I'm back, with part two! Two whole people requested a second half and that is like a thousand to me, so I have complied. This first chapter is quite short, but I promise some plot later…

"And so, you want to go back?"

Gabriel was sitting at his desk. It was the kind of large, modern desk which would look at home in a science fiction movie. A science fiction movie starring Gabriel as the terrifying leader of the largest fleet of spaceships in the galaxy. Despite hating all 'gross matter', Gabriel was not above human furniture. Especially not large, modern and very expensive desks.

"Yes," Aziraphale looked at him imploringly, "You see I really think Harry needs our help and-"

Gabriel cut Aziraphale off with a look. Gabriel didn't need to use miracles to get people to do what he wanted. Combined with the general intimidating nature of his desk, Gabriel's look seemed to stop the sound from leaving Aziraphale's mouth, trapping it somewhere in his throat.

"I'm afraid," he said, "it's completely out of the question."

"I beg your pardon?"

Aziraphale looked completely non-plussed. Gabriel fought to contain a sneer as he felt his patience slipping away from him. Surely the angel should have given up by now. Greater angels than him had fled in terror at the kind of facial expressions Gabriel was firing his way.

"You are no longer in the, shall we say 'employment' for want of a better word, of heaven," he explained slowly, "having you do tasks like this one would, compromise, our authority."

You mean you would owe me. Aziraphale thought, though he said nothing. He wished he had though. Crowley would have. Crowley was always telling him not to let the other angels walk all over him.

"So," Gabriel finished, with another quelling look, "You can get back to your bookshop now."

He said 'bookshop' in the way some people might say slug.

"What if I did it, not as an angel, but as an outsider?" Aziraphale asked politely, "An outside who is invested in Harry's future," he added.

Gabriel considered. They had only agreed to send care for the boy for one year. If that nutcase of an ex-angel wanted to carry on it was really his choice. Aziraphale scanned his face. Crowley might have acted differently, but sometimes, it is best to outwit those who stand in your way than forcibly remove them.

He smiled at Aziraphale in the same way that a nursery teacher smiles at an overenthusiastic toddler. It was a smile that was also an insult.

"I suppose that would be acceptable."

Aziraphale beamed, ignoring Gabriel's smile. He left the office

…

Aziraphale actually used a miracle to get to Crowley's flat. Although he didn't have to fear rude notes anymore, Aziraphale was still frugal in the use of miracles. They were precious, in his opinion, and not to be wasted.

He practically jogged up the stairs, and (after stopping for a moment to catch his breath) burst into Crowley's flat like an angelic whirlwind.

Crowley was watering his plants, scowling meticulously at each one. Since Aziraphale had started complimenting them when he came around, Crowley felt that the plants had become far too big for their boots. One had dared to flower three days early last week. He looked up as Aziraphale came charging in, and quickly shooed the angel out again. The plants had looked almost excited.

"Wot, angel?" he growled, glaring again at the pot plants, which quailed under his gaze.

"We are going back to Hogwarts dear!" Aziraphale looked positively buoyant.

"What d'you want to go back for?"

Aziraphale looked crestfallen. He had thought that Crowley would be pleased with this turn of events.

"I just thought, well, we had fun last time, didn't we?" he looked thoroughly betrayed.

"Angel, we were nearly discorperated!"

"But we didn't, and it was so nice to," Aziraphale paused, looking sadly at the floor, "feel useful for a change."

Gabriel was not the only angel who could get others to do his bidding with a mere look. Crowley frowned even more ferociously. This day was just getting better and better. But Aziraphale had a point. He had been feeling slightly, useless, lately without his usual demonic duties.

"Fine," he grunted, "When do we leave?"

Aziraphale looked at him like he had just singlehandedly saved every single one of his misprinted bibles from destruction. Crowley tried not to look pleased. It seemed they were going back to Hogwarts.

One final thing, I'm really not sure about the name, so if anyone has any other ideas, let me know. Thanks!