The Stone of Omens

2 days after Armageddon...

"I've been thinking," Aziraphale starts. "Remember that boy we found at the front ofd the bookstore?" The two beings had stopped the war 2 days prior by commiting a single act of treason. Now celebrating, the two started to spend more time at together. Especially Crowley who had just lost his appartment to hell, now owned by Shax.

"Huh, oh right!" Crowley perked up, slightly straightening himself on Aziraphale's armchair. "The... Pot boy? Or was it Petter?"

"It's Harry Potter for heaven's sake!" Aziraphale exclaimed, secretly smirking at him. "But I think we should pay him a visit, he is 11 after all."

"Ngk, I mean he probabily 's doing finee." The demon waved his hand in the air. Aziraphale looked at Crowley for a good 20 seconds before he finally gave in. 

"Agh, fine! But only once!" Crowley started from the armchair and swipping his keys from Aziraphale's desk. "Now hurry up or I'm leaving you here." Crowley didn't really meant that. He had an unusual soft spot for when it comes to Aziraphale. He had saved his books from a group on Nazis, saved him from being beheaded during the french revolution and helped him lie to save Job's children; In which he didn't really favour except for the little one.

===𓆩✧𓆪===

Ariving at No. 4 Privet Drive, the Bently slows to a stop. It was the same as it was 11 years ago. All the same houses arranged neatly in a line. The sun was rising when they had reached the house.

"Alright angel, since this was your idea, you do all the talking." Crowley said as they both exit the Bently. "Wonder how the Potter boy looks like now." He snirked. "Oh I bet he's doing fairly well with his family, it is very nostalgic here." They walked on over towards the front porch, the very same location they placed the boy into the Dursley's hands.

At the exact moment they opened the door, the clock had begun to tick, tick, tick. Specifically the one in the wizarding world. The otherworldly entities had reached the boy. And so the adventure will start as it will end, with Harry Potter.

Aziraphale ringed the doorbell and pariently waited on the porch. "I can't wait to see how tall he's grown! It's all going to be tickety boo!" Aziraphale smiled widely, looking back at Crowley's smug face. "Tickety boo? You normaly weren't this overworked by a child we've met for barely 24 hours." Crowley's grin was so wide he would fit a whole can inside. "Well, I- I guess it's just a habit!" Aziraphale kept his wide smile as a short boy with jet-black hair with the same scar answers the door. The boy had grown shoulder length to Aziraphale, pretty tall for an 11 year old.

"Oh, uhm. Hello sir. How can I help you?" The boy wore a pair of broken glasses barely holding together by a sheet of tape, a brown, dusty jacket and a pair of sweatpants. He looked... oddly frightened. Very odd. Aziraphale's smile faltered and Crowley's face grew more serious upon the dissheveled boy.

"Uhm, hello!" The angel greeted. "We are-"

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry flinched at the yell of a old and pudgy man in his 60s. He was short, grumpy looking and his face looked like a wrinkled towel. "I swear to god! If he did anything wrong!- I'm sorry mates, Harry here," Vernon chuckled heartly has he shoved him under the staircase like it was nothing. "He'll be going to a boarding school soon, won't trouble us anymore hah." He ended his note with an ugly snort. You could say he had the personality of a literal pig.

"U-uhm- I sugguest you not to do that to children. He didn't do anything wrong." He tried to keep a straight smile on his face. But Crowley's disgust at Vernon's act. If even a demon revolts at your actions, you know that you're surely fucked up.

"Do you know wot?" Crowley sneers as he shoved Vernon out of the way and quickly unlocks Harry from the locked storage room. "You can't just lock an innocent boy in a room just because they did a bit of mischeif!" He yanked the door open and gestured Harry to come out. 

"You can't just barge into here and take him!-" "Actually we can! Did you see the note I wrote to you when he arrived at your door step?!" Uncle Vernon paused in his tracks as Crowley hauled Harry out of the house. Then realisation hits.

"You're... you're the southern pansy that sent us that baby!" Why is everyone calling Aziraphale a southern pansy? Aziraphale thought. But it was not the time to question things. "Yes, and I suppose we could take him in if you don't pay mind to him at all! Absolutely riddiculous!"

At first, Aziraphale thought Vernon's face was turning into a purple plum from all the rage building up within. Even with Harry outside with Crowley kneeling down infront of him to check if there's any bruise marks on him, Vernon kept yelling gibberish to Aziraphale's ears. Something about gutting him alive or calling the police.

Harry stood there infront of the house, watching as the angel slowly losses his patience. It was a rare sight for both Crowley and Harry. Aziraphale usually never lost his temper in these cases, but with a chaild, it's different. It was like talking to a brick wall for him, a rather ugly one.

With absoluetly 0 patience left, Aziraphale slaps Uncle Vernon hard, and I mean HARD in the face. The kind of slap that would send you flying around the planet if gravity wasn't a thing.

The angel had never gone physical when it comes to arguements. This was his first time, and it's safe to say he didn't regret it.

"You have no right to talk bad about a child! He's only 11, still in his childhood for heaven's sake!" The man was agast, Harry's mouth wide open and Crowley's smirk growing once again. With that, Aziraphale slamed hard on the door and turning back. His frown quickly grpwing back into a smile as his eyes laid on the boy.

"That... was wicked!" Harry looked up at his now godparents. Not knowing that they'll be by his side until the end times. Even through thick and thin. No matter angel or demon. "Yeahh ergh... Angel, what do we do with him??"

"Well, we could take him in! He was originaly placed at our hands. Sadly we had to give him to... them because of Armageddon."

"Armageddon? The plan of ending the world? I've heard it in during bibble studies. It that why a bunch of lemon drops appeared in the garden?"

"I ssuppose so. Then, get in the car, we're going to your new home." Crowley sighed out amd opened the door to the Bently for both Aziraphale and Harry.

===𓆩✧𓆪===

"Uhm, Harry?" Harry was daydreaming while staring blankly out to the sunset. He'd never actually went out that often. He was like a dog durring a car trip. "Yes? Mr..."

"Aziraphale, you can call me that," Aziraphale smiles fondly at him bfore addressing the driver. "and this man is Crowley!"

Harry looked at Crowley and noticed the snake tattoo at the side of his cheek. Harry liked snakes very much, he tried to convince the Dursleys once for a snake. Let's say it ended... as expected. "Nice tattoo Mr. Crowley!" He said, which oddly only came out in hisses for Aziraphale.

"Oh I like this guy already." Crowley muses out. "Crowley, what did the boy say? I only heard hisses." Aziraphale asked as he gripped the handlebar to steady himself. "And watch the road!"

"Only hissess?" Crowley turns around and looked at Harry. "You can talk to snakes?" He raised his eyebrow in confusion and amusement.

"I mean, I did talk to a Boa in a zoo before I uhh... somehow made the glass dissapear. I think it went to Brazil?"

"Ohh I already like you even more!" Crowley rarely genuinely smiled at anyone except for Aziraphale and little kids. The demon had encountered a boy who spoke the langguage he invented.

"Watch the road!" Aziraphale flinched as Crowley swerved away from a pedestrian crossing the road. "He's on the street! He knows the danger he's getting into!"

Aziraphale takes a huge sigh before he continued. "A normal human can't just speak a forgoten langguage fluidly! Especially that vanishing glass he mentioned!" He took a deep breath. "Now that I've mentioned it, did the street lights randomly went out that night he arrived?"

"Now that you said it, yeah... we were drinking wine in your bookstore.-"

"You have a bookstore? I like books." Harry had a whole collection of Lord Of The Rings and Hunger Games back in his little room under the stairs. In which he...

"Wait I left my stuff back under the stairs!"

Crowley gave an amused laugh and turned back towards Harry yet again. "Oh I brought them in your trunk already, especially all your bellongings."

"Oh, really? Thanks!" Harry said. "So a random visit to the Dusty Asses ended with us adopting a child. It'd be a real feather in your wing. "Crowley swerves away from an incoming truck before continuing. "We'll be godfathers, sort of. Overseeing his upbringing. Besides, heaven and hell are no longer contacting us."

"You know, I've never actually thought of that. Godfathers... Well I'll be damned." Aziraphale smiles even more as he looks at Harry through the sideview mirror. Watching Harry's expression of blissfulness and pure relief of finally escaping the Dursleys.

"It's not that bad once you get used to it."

===𓆩✧𓆪===

"I suppose we now find him a school? Since he's already 11, probabily grade 5 or 6, I dunno." Crowley shrugs it off as he gulps down the 6 shots of expresso he bought from Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death. The coffee they serve was decent and Crowley could make one himself. But he didn't want to trouble himself into doing more tedious work.

"I'll look through it later, today's Harry's birthday don't you remember?"

"Well uh, I suppose us adopting him was his birthday gift?" The two were disscussing rather important topics about the boy they had just took in. He was now exploring the huge bookstore, looking at cool things such as azuraphale's books, battery candles and the spiral staircase.

Harry was feeling quite thirsty so after he had ran laps around the bookstore, He ran towards Aziraphale. "Hey uhm, I'm a bit thirsty. Do you have any drinks?"

"Oh- Yes of course! I still have some leftover hot chocolate, would you like some?" The boy nodded eargerly and smiled brightly as Aziraphale stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Perhaps even the first time in his entire life. Maybe he finally was at home. He had people who actually cared for him despite his flaws.

"So, where'd you learn to speak hisses hm?" Crowley asked. "I'm not sure. All I know is that one day I saw a snake, and the next thing that happened it that I was suddenly hissing apparently."

Crowley's gaze wandered upwards and saw his lightning scar from 11 years ago. Something abnormal like that wouldn't have been caused by a car crash. It felt... alive, like a soul who was coexisting with another in one body.

"Ngk, wouldn't blame ya. Happens to people a lot more offten-"

"Ah!-" A yelp and a faint banging sound was heard from the kitchen. Crowley immediately stood up and walked with Harry to check up on Aziraphale. "Angel?? Everything alright?"

As the two reached Aziraphale, their mouths dropped open. An owl was knicking on the glass window with it's beak, it's feet tied a letter. "Oh, what an unusual way to send mail." He opened the window and invited the snowy white owl in, carefully untieing the letter. As soon as it's feet is set free, the bird leaps out of the window and takes flight.

"Well that was something."mused the demon, walking over to shut the window. Harry had gone over to the table and picked up the letter as he began to open it.

"Dear Mr Potter, Anthony J Crowley and A Z Fell, we are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mr Anthony, you are assigned as the new herbology teacher. Mr Fell assigned as the new librarian as the two current professors are retired. Please find enclosed a list of all neccessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerly, Minerva McGonnagall, Deputy Headmistress."

After Harry had read the note, the entire world seemed to stop as the 3 tried to process the information. "Hogwarts? Isn't that where all the blokes with magic go study?"

"Well, atleast we don't need to find Harry a suitable school anymore." Aziraphale's face lights up into a gasp, "That's why he knows how to speak snake! He's a wizard!"

"A wizard?" Harry asked, unsure and doubtfull. "But I'm just a normal boy! Just... Harry Potter."

"Oh you're not just Harry Potter," Crowley cuts in, leaning down to his height. "Atleast it didn't mention in the note. You're special!"

"Well, I think I still remember where to get the supplies. Diagon Alley was it? Charing Cross, The Leaky Cauldron."

"Ngk, atleast it isn't outside London."

"I didn't know Crowley liked to take care of plants!" Harry asked yet again. "Oh yes. Yes I do. Very lucous plants I dare say." Crowley worked up a grin.

"Professors... that doesn't sound all too bad! We will go tomorow."