HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY

⏳March 21, 1997⌛️

  "I CANNOT believe you let that professor kill you!" I watched a gobsmacked Albus Dumbledore whirl around to face me.

"I mean you're Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! You're like the best Wizard out there." I exclaimed as Albus watched me with a slightly dropped jaw.

I had traveled to approximately seven seconds after he sent the letter about me to my parents. His shock quickly turned into that of amusement.

"Now I wouldn't say that. The witches of New Orleans could surely best me in a magical brawl." Albus raised an eyebrow at me.

"That's entirely different. The witches of New Orleans practice powerful ancient magic. Beside if you ask me the normal Wizarding World is much more fun." I grinned at the older human.

Albus Dumbledore wore blue robes along with what appeared to be a blue Fez. His hair as well as his beard were quite long to say the least. However, what truly stuck out to me was his twinkling blue eyes that seemed to know all. He was spunky old man in opinion, I already could tell that I would like him.

"You're Adriel I presume." Albus's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Yup. That would be me. The one and only" I rocked on my feet popping to P.

Before Albus could get a word in my eyes widened in realization.

"Oh, where are my manners? Hello, Mr. Wizard! I am Adriel Pembroke, the most powerful Nephilim to ever exist! Currently, I am the fourth most powerful being, just below my great-aunt, my grandfather–God himself–and the literal being known as Death. Daughter of the archangel Sariel and newest New Orleans witch or shall I say warlock, Cormac Pembroke. I come to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry on Thursday March 21, 1997, for Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore in order to partake in any quest he wishes to send thy on!" I finished my speech proudly as if reading straight from note cards.

Which I was.

I watched a smile dance across Albus's lips at my enthusiasm.

"That was quite the speech Miss Pembroke, is their anything else I should be informed of?" Albus asked me with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, my dad wanted me to warn you that I apparently 'have no clue on any form of magic and don't have a wand; even though I'm literally with the witches of New Orleans practically every day." I rolled my eyes thinking about my father's words.

"That's what I presumed." Albus muttered thoughtfully.

"The witches of New Orleans compared to the Ministry of Magic are nothing alike at all. That is most likely why your father said you had not a clue on the ways of magic." Albus informed me with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

I simply shrugged my shoulders while taking a look around the old man's office. A couple of old trinkets and knickknacks were sitting around his desk, but what caught my attention was the newspaper laying in the middle. My eyes widened slightly as I noticed the pictures on the cover were moving.

"The boy who lies?" I read the title aloud in a questioning tone.

I snatched the paper up and studied the moving picture on the front. My eyebrows scrunched together at the picture of who I believe was a younger version of Harry Potter.

Even if my father wasn't apart of the normal Wizarding World he always kept up with it. And Harry Potter was an extremely famous name throughout even the U.S. Wizarding community. Hell even the New Orleans witches knew who he was and they just about ignored everything in the normal Wizarding World.

"Yes. Not everyone is ready to believe the Dark Lord has returned. Though this particular paper is quite old, about a year I believe." Albus sighed softly looking at news in my hands.

"Well they're all idiots, only going to get themselves killed." I muttered shaking my head.

Albus only shook his head softly while studying me with curiosity.

"Anyways lets get back to the topic at hand shall we." I stated already over the moving newspaper.

I made the newspaper disappear from my hands and reappear back on his desk as if it were never even touched in the first place. Albus raised his eyebrows as he watched this.

"Yes very well." Albus cleared his throat.

"As I explained in the letter I know for a fact that Harry Potter will defeat Voldemort and that I will die when the time comes. However, the other day I could not stop thinking about the death of Sirius Black a close companion of both Harry and myself. He did not die in Vain, but in a way there was no point for his death. That in itself got me thinking even when Voldemort is defeated what of those that died in vain? Voldemort has killed thousands upon thousands in his rein and even when he is defeated that will not change the destruction he has caused. Therefore I went to a personal friend of mine about the issue. Does the name Balthazar ring a bell?" Albus questioned me.

'Of course Balthazar was involved. How could he not be.'

Even if I pretended to hate him, I loved Balthazar like an uncle. Balthazar was an angel, an idiotic, outlawed, drunk of angel that is. I met Balthazar for the first time when I was six.

Balthazar being the idiot he is decided to steal the Arch-Angel Michael's sword to have a bit of fun. Michael though didn't find it funny and banished Balthazar from Heaven outlawing him. Balthazar being Balthazar immediately ran to my mother for help which didn't exactly end the way he had hoped.

Flashback:

A six year-old Adriel Pembroke was sitting with her father; Cormac, at the piano learning how to play. Sariel watched from the couch with a smile on her lips, she was so happy with her life at the moment.

Sariel loved her precious little girl and wonderful husband more than anything, even her own father, God. It was around seven in the evening with the beautiful night sky overhead in the southern state of Louisiana. It seemed as though nothing could ruin this perfect image of a happy family; however something, or shall it be said someone did.

"Oh sister you must help me! Michael has outlawed me from Heaven, it is not fair!" Balthazar just about screamed appearing right in Sariel's face.

Within a second Sariel held Balthazar on the wall by his neck. She wasn't sure whether or not Balthazar held a threat to her family.

Cormac had jumped up from the piano and hid Adriel behind his back watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. Cormac knew that he could do very little to bring any harm to something as powerful as an angel, therefore he let his wife handle the situation.

Balthazar stayed calm despite being held by his neck.

"It's not fair I just wanted see how his sword felt and all of the sudden I'm banished from Heaven never to step foot within its boundaries again! You must do something Sariel, you're a ruler of Heaven as well surely you could tell Michael to let me back." Balthazar wasted no time in pleading with his sister, every word rolling off in a thick 1700 British accent.

Sariel simply stared at Balthazar in shock at his audacity. First, he just waltzed into her home uninvited and then he starts begging her to fix an issue that has nothing to do with her.

However, she soon remembered she was alike to this as well when she first arrived on Earth. With a small sigh the Arch-Angel dropped her 'brother' to the ground and placed her hands on her hips.

"Balthazar how did you even find me?" Was the first thing that came out of Sariel's mouth.

"T'was was not easy sister trust me on that, though I do have my ways." Balthazar spoke mysteriously.

Sariel wasn't surprised though. If anyone would be able to find her it'd be Balthazar. Balthazar was always getting himself in trouble as well as 'sinning' on a daily basis. Truthfully in Sariel's opinion it was only a matter of time before Balthazar was exiled from Heaven and shunned from the other angels.

The only angels who ever understood Balthazar's 'humor' were Sariel along with her twin brother Gabriel. Two of the five Arch-Angels.

Other than Balthazar's peculiar behavior he was nothing special, just a common angel. Of course he was powerful compared to the other supernatural beings, but compared to angels he wasn't anything great. Simply an angel who had annoyed Michael to the point of being exiled.

"Balthazar I cannot help you. I gave up my throne the second I married Cormac. Not only that but I've birthed a Nephilim, you know this. If I was to step foot in Heaven Michael as well as Raphael would demand Adriel's stay in Heaven. I could never do that to my family. I am sorry I cannot help you." Sariel spoke honestly.

Just as Balthazar went to object his gaze met that of a little girl. Not just a little girl, but the first offspring of an Arch-Angel and human. Even if she didn't look dangerous, Balthazar knew that she was most definitely the fourth most powerful being to exist right under Death himself. What made her even more terrifying was that Nephilim's grew into their power, therefore she would continue to gain even more power until she was fully grown.

However, there was something else. Unlike Balthazar first believed the child's gaze was not that of an abomination, but that of a mere innocent child. It was then that Balthazar realized that this child was not an abomination like every other angel believed, but simply just a little girl. A little girl with powers beyond her own comprehension.

"Fine if you cannot help me then I will simply stay with you until I understand the ways of the hair-less apes." Balthazar smiled mischievously at Sariel.

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And stay he did. Balthazar ended up living with my family in Louisiana for about two years before he decided he was educated enough to explore the world. And by exploring the world I mean exploring all the Bars and Nightclubs the Earth has to offer. Now keep in mind that all angels can time-travel, so basically Balthazar is continuously going to Bars and Taverns throughout the ages.

"Yep good 'ole, uncle Balthazar." I groaned running a hand down my face.

Albus smiled amused at my actions before continuing.

"Anyway my feathery friend had informed me that within the next couple of years an extremely powerful Nephilim was to be born for the first time in thousands of years. He boasted about how he knew you personally and how you'd be the perfect person to go back in time to make an attempt at changing Tom Riddle. Then he gave me spell that's able to send any non-living object back in time." Albus finished explaining.

"Balthazar my mom is so going to kill you." I laughed out loud.

Albus gave me a questioning look wanting me to explain.

"My mom has this thing that she can do that allows her to both see and hear from my point of view if she desires. It's so she can 'protect' me, but lets be honest she does it so she can make sure I'm not doing anything she wouldn't approve of." I rolled my eyes knowing my mom has most likely been listening this whole time.

"I see and you can tell when she's doing this?" Albus raised a questioning eyebrow.

"No, but knowing my mom I bet she's been watching what I was doing since the second I left." I sighed.

Albus simply nodded his head thoughtfully. I watched as he turned to his desk and grabbed a piece of parchment.

"Now I will have one of my most trusted professor's accompany you to Diagon Alley in order to pick out your school supplies as well as wand before you leave for 1942. That is of course if you accept." Albus turned back to me seriously.

"Of course I accept I mean how hard can it be." I scoffed arrogantly.

"Very well, but do not take this task so lightly. Tom has been one of the stubborn, as well as intelligent people I have met. Do not underestimate him." Albus warned me sternly.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment knowing that I should not go in so arrogant as I myself barely know a thing about the British Wizarding World. Before I could say anything the door to Albus's office opened.

"You requested my presence professor." A low sluggish voice drawled out.

I turned around to face the culprit of the voice assuming this was the professor mean't to accompany me to Diagon Alley. My eyes narrowed into slits when I saw who the voice belonged too.

"Jesus Christ, no."