'In here,' one of them muttered, as he tried the handle to the kitchen door. 'Alohomora.' The door clicked open, and the Death Eater crept slowly inside. John's heart raced, and he pushed his mother even further into the shadows.
Harry Potter was born on a Thursday. Coincidentally, she died on a Thursday too. Sprouting feathers, glowing in the dark, and accidentally popping heads when she spoke too loud seem to be the least of her worries when she decides to try and track down good ol' mama and papa and instead finds a trench coat wearing seraphim and his grumpy, plaid clad Hunter human. Castiel/Dean.
In his seventh year, James Potter seemingly, overnight, matured and, as the story went, Lily Potter found herself slowly but surely falling in love with him. Harriel Potter finds herself retracing her father's path and comes to many startling conclusions. Angels aren't that innocent. There're sympathies to be had for devils. And free will carries many a soul to hell. Nephilim!Harry