#also gabriel and beelzebub were supposed to stand and the rest of the kids were also supposed to be here but

[thisbitchinthecorner]

Roughly 1 hour after the End of the World that Wasn’t

For @drawlight sorry, it’s a day late

Holiday Card

An angel, a demon and the Antichrist sat on the tarmac of the decommissioned US Air Base in Tadfield. The young boy reached over to pet his dog, the former Hell Hound turned loyal companion.

“So, you’re an angel then?” Adam asked, finally breaking the silence.

“I am.” Aziraphale nodded.

“And you’re a demon?” Adam questioned as he looked at the flame- haired being.

“Last time I checked.” Crowley grumbled.

“That’s it then? We got this whole end of the world business sorted?” The boy shrugged.

“I believe we have. Thanks to you.” Aziraphale patted the boy on the head.

“So what do we do now?” Adam, ever curious asked.

“Not sure, didn’t think we would actually get this far.” Aziraphale confessed.

“You get to make the world how ever you want.” Crowley reasoned. “Reality is listening to you, so you can do pretty much anything.”

“Not sure I want that kind of responsibility.”

“I have a few questions,” Anathema said, as she walked towards them. “Think we could talk?”

“Of course, my dear.” Aziraphale stood and walked off with the witch.

“Can I tell you something?” Adam asked with wide eyes. “I was scared. I was really scared. I kept thinking about mum and dad, and my friends and Dog. I didn’t want them to get hurt, I didn’t want anything to happen to them. I...I was so afraid.”

Crowley beheld the young boy, for he was indeed, so very young and so vulnerable; it was remarkable that he was able to stand up to not only Satan, but to Gabriel and Beelzebub as well. “I was afraid too.” The demon admitted.

“You were?” Adam sat upright, his body lurched forward. “But Hell, I mean, our side could have won.”

“Is it our side?” Crowley asked the child. “Do you consider yourself aligned with Hell?

“I suppose not. Not any more than you do.” Adam picked at the laces of his sneakers. “So why did you decide to stand against Hell?”

“Didn’t want to have to live there permanently. Dreadful place really.”

“That’s not the real reason. The boy pressed. “You know I can tell that you’re lying, and that’s ok. But you shouldn’t lie, at least not to the ones who you love the most.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Crowley frowned.

“You do.” Adam rolled his eyes. “And considering you almost lost, maybe it’s time to be honest about how you really feel. No more lies, ok?”

“But I’m a demon and demons...”

“I can make it so you can’t lie, but I’d rather not.”

“Fine. I didn’t want the earth to end. I didn’t want to fight any angels, especially Gabriel, and I certainly didn’t want to lose Aziraphale.”

“I knew it.” Adam smiled.

“You’re just a kid, what do you know.”

“Maybe you’re right.” The boy paused, biting his lip, unsure how to approach the next subject. “I think God talked to me.” Adam said quietly.

“Oh? How do you know it was God and not someone else?”

“She told me that she was proud of me, and that she loved me. She said that I was the best of what mankind was supposed to be, and that it didn’t matter who my father was; all that mattered is who I am, who I want to be.”

“That’s very nice. I’m sure that made you feel better.”

Adam shook his head. “She also told me to tell you that it’s been long enough, and that you should make your move already. Whatever that means. Care for a sherbet lemon?” Adam offered as he stood up and walked towards the angel and Anathema. Crowley held the candy in his hand and considered how this night might have ended had it not been for the child’s quick thinking. We stood together, he reached for my hand, and he was ready to fight with me. Us. He and I together. The demon opened his hand and looked at the simple candy in his hand. Make my move already?

“Well done, Adam.” Anathema hugged the boy. “You saved us all.”

“I had help.” Adam said as he looked at Aziraphale.

“I’m afraid I was of no use to you, my dear boy.”

“I don’t think I would have had the courage if not for you and Mr. Crowley.” Adam looked at Dog, who barked knowingly. “So why did you help me anyway? Why didn’t you side with Heaven? Seems your lot was really excited about the end of the world.”

“Oh, I’m afraid I’m not like the other angels.”

“I wouldn’t say it like that, I would say that the other angels aren’t like you.” Adam chirped sweetly.

“You’re a remarkable young man, Adam. I do apologize for trying to kill you earlier, I was only looking out for the greater good.”

“I know. Besides, I knew you weren’t really going to hurt me, so no harm done.” Adam said as Dog gave an approving bark.

“What are you going to do now?” The angel’s curiosity got the better of him.

“I don’t know. Grow up, I think.”

Aziraphale smiled at the child. “I think that’s a splendid idea.”

“I...I think I need to tell you something.” Adam began. “I kind of have a message for you. From God.”

“Oh?”

“She sort of spoke to me, back when everything was getting scary, and She talked to me, and then She told me that I needed to give you a message. But I’m afraid it doesn’t make any sense.”

“What’s the message?”

“She said to tell the angel that She likes the milk pot.” Adam shrugged. “Maybe I was just dreaming or hallucinating or so something. Pepper says that the government uses drugs to poison people by means of mind control, so maybe that’s what happened.”

“Milk pot?” Aziraphale mused for moment. “Oh! Oh my goodness! The book!”

“Book?” Adam questioned, but Aziraphale was lost in thought.

That would mean...it’s true. She wanted me to know the truth. Oh Crowley! The angel sighed.

“Adam, your dad is here.” Pepper called over.

The angel and demon froze, fear filling them both.

“You know, your “dad” dad, not that other lot.” Pepper said. “Hello Mr. Young.”

“Adam! What is going on here?” Mr. Young, clearly confused asked as he stepped out of his car.

“One minute dad!” Adam called over. “Listen, I’m not sure about all this...stuff. I have more than a few questions, and maybe you might be able to...”

“Sure kid. Well keep in touch. Send you a Christmas card.” Crowley groaned.

“Of course, my dear boy. You can find me here.” Aziraphale miracled a lovey white business card with gold lettering and handed it to Adam.

“A.Z Fell and co Bookshop.” Adam read aloud. “Thanks. But if I have some questions that aren’t heavenly in nature?”

“Alright. Fine.” Crowley produced his own card, black with raised red lettering.

“Antony J. Crowley.” Adam mused. “What does the J stand for?”

“Jed.” Crowley grinned.

“Jed?” Aziraphale said with surprise. “Beloved of the Lord? Short for...”

“Just Jed, angel.” Crowley snapped. “Farewell, Antichrist.” The pair watched as the boy turned and ran towards his earthly father. “Nice kid.”

“Indeed.” Aziraphale nodded.

“Come on angel, lift home?” Crowley grumbled.

“Lift in what? Your car was destroyed, remember?” The angel said gently.

“Oh. Right.” The demon’s smile faded, his shoulders slumped forward.

“I do believe there’s a train station not far from here. If you don’t mind a less flashy from of transportation.”

“I suppose.”

They walked together in silence, both lost in through as they tried to make sense of all that happened in those last few hours. The bench for the train was empty, and they sat down, side by side. Crowley miracled a bottle of wine, of which he promptly took a generous swig. He turned to the being beside him and offered the bottle, to which he gladly accepted.

“Just imagine how terrible it might have been if we’d been at all competent.” Aziraphale mused as he drank from the bottle of wine; dignity and manners went by the wayside given the circumstances.

“Point taken.” Crowley sighed as he tilted his head back, resting his eyes.

“Suppose I should have them drop me at the Bookshop.”

“It’s not there anymore, it burned down, remember?” Crowley said gently, a terrible feeling passed through him. “You can stay with me, if you’d like.”

“I don’t think my side would like that very much.”

“You don’t have a side anymore. Neither of us do. It’s as Agnes said, we have to choose our faces wisely.”

“Crowley,” the angel said tentatively. “I will stay with you, if you don’t mind.”

The demon nearly slid off the bench at the angel’s words. Desperately, he took another long swig of the wine and cleared his throat. “Alright then.” He had to turn his head, for his grin would surely have given him away. “The bus is here.”

An angel and a demon sat down, side by side once more. Aziraphale reached for Crowley’s hand, fingers interlaced as naturally as if they were made for each other. Crowley lay his head upon the angel’s shoulder and closed his eyes. It’s time, tonight is the night. He slipped the sherbet lemon into his pocket for safe keeping. A little reminder of the night it almost ended. Almost.

#31 days of ineffables #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #justenoughofabastardtobeworthknowing

[ineffable-bureaucracy]

The Rest is Silence

A/N: First, I want to promise you all that I’m not abandoning Fallen, or even taking a break from it! I kept meaning to start posting this that I’ve been working on as a more serious project, but kept forgetting, so now I’m finally getting around to it! I’ll be working on both routinely so neither should end up neglected because of the other. All that said, please enjoy!

Pairing: Ineffable Bureaucracy

Word Count: 3219

Summary: Gabriel finds Beelzebub on a very peculiar mission, and somehow, they manage to convince each other that they should be raising the Antichrist, not Deirdre and Arthur Young.

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Prologue

A child had been born. This same child had been swapped out with another child, the wrong child, and sent with the wrong family. A close eye would be kept on said wrong child by an Angel and a Demon, but that is not the story we are here to tell.

The story we are here to tell revolves around the right child, who was given to the wrong family. He was being watched over, from a distance, by a different Demon, who was well aware of the misplacing of the children. She still did nothing to fix it, although all it would have taken her would have been a snap of her fingers.

Beelzebub watched Adam Young for a few months or so, before she was caught. Strangely enough, she wasn’t caught by someone on her own side, or a human, but rather, an Angel- an Archangel, to be precise. Gabriel had been going for a jog when he noticed the Demon, and decided to stop and speak to her. It wasn’t often anyone saw Beelzebub outside her office, and Gabriel wanted to encourage this kind of behavior in her.

“Lord Beelzebub!” he called as he approached her. She turned to him and shushed him, although she didn’t turn him away. Currently, Beelzebub was sitting on a bench, watching as the Youngs pushed Adam along in a stroller. Gabriel didn’t understand why she was watching in such an invested manner. (A note: Beelzebub did not attempt to conceal the fact she was watching the Young family closely. The only attempt she had made to conceal anything was the removal of the Hell rot that usually spread across her face, and the large fly that usually sat upon her head.) “What are you doing?” Gabriel asked the Prince of Hell.

“Watching that family,” she replied bluntly. Gabriel followed her gaze as he sat down on the bench. He didn’t sit with her, just near her.

“Who are they?” he questioned. He had also begun to watch them, and made no attempt to conceal that, either.

“The Youngs.” The peculiar way she spoke essentially turned the ‘s’ at the end of the word into a ‘z’, as it often did. “Crowley mucked up the delivery of the Antichrist.”

"How so?” Gabriel asked with wide eyes.

“He gave the child to the wrong family,” Beelzebub huffed. “He was supposed to go to the Dowling family, but he ended up with the Youngs, and the Dowlings now have the Youngs’ son.” Gabriel nodded as they watched the Youngs walk about.

“And now you’re just… watching them?” he clarified, and she nodded.

“Someone has to,” she pointed out. “No one else wanted to. I think they’re all scared of him.”

“He’s still just a baby,” Gabriel scoffed.

“For now,” she said. “In eleven years, he will start the war to end everything. I just want to make sure nothing happens to him before he can do that.”

Gabriel was quiet for a moment while he thought. “Wouldn’t it be smarter to take care of him yourself?” he suggested. Beelzebub gave him an odd look. “Instead of just lurking around and watching him like a stalker?”

“Demons lurk,” she pointed out simply.

“And Angels get involved.” He was silent for a moment. “I’d just raise him myself. Or, you know, have someone I trust do it for me.” Gabriel didn’t make a habit of doing things he could have someone else do for him. Beelzebub found that a little slothful of him, which she in turn found ironic, but she didn’t mention it. It wouldn’t be like her to turn him away from temptation. She stayed quiet while she thought things over.

“How would you go about getting the baby?” she finally questioned him. He looked thoughtful.

“I’d just get someone to distract the family, then I’d grab the kid and get out of there,” he answered. Beelzebub smirked.

“Isn’t that theft?” she asked bluntly. Although, there was something about her tone which made it sound as though she was joking. Gabriel then thought about that. However, Beelzebub had decided she wanted him to help her get the baby. “No, you could easily argue he was given to the wrong family, and we’re just retrieving him,” she said. He nodded.

“Since he was never supposed to be there in the first place?” he questioned. She nodded. “It would just be fixing your guy’s mistake.” Another nod. What Beelzebub was effectively doing was talking Gabriel into believing this was the right thing to do. What Gabriel was effectively doing was falling right into her trap.

“Well, when you put it that way, I almost have to do it,” she mused. “Get my master’s son back.” Now was the part where she let him think it was all his idea to help her. That was the point of her ‘when you put it that way’. “Too bad I don’t have any distraction…”

“I could distract them,” Gabriel offered. Bingo, she thought. Beelzebub almost smiled at him.

“You’d do that for me?” she teased, although she kept a very deadpan expression. Gabriel rolled his eyes and chuckled a little.

“I’m doing it because he ended up with the wrong family, and who knows if he’d turn out the way he’s supposed to with them raising him?” he answered seriously. “At least with you I know he’d get the right kind of influence.” Beelzebub buzzed in a way that suggested she was chuckling.

“I’m not sure I’ll tell him right away who he is,” she said, “but you’re right about the influence.” It sent a shiver down her spine to admit an Angel had been right about anything. And the fact that it was Gabriel of all Angels made it worse, as did his smug smirk.

“I’m right, hm, Beelzebub?” he teased. His voice gave the impression that he may have been leaning over to elbow her playfully, but everyone knows you don’t touch Beelzebub unless Beelzebub says you can touch her. So he didn’t. Not even the Archangel Gabriel would test her on that.

Beelzebub got up and popped out of the park, literally, gone to take care of something before they took Adam. Gabriel looked a little shocked at her sudden disappearance. About ten minutes later, she returned, with a baby. “This is the Youngs’ original child,” she explained. “The one to whom Deirdre Young gave birth. I’m going to switch him with the Antichrist while you distract them. This way, they never know the difference, and he izz out of their control.” The ‘z’ sound her voice typically made stretched out as she grew nervous. They would be facing some very serious consequences if they were caught. Gabriel nodded.

“So this was the ‘superfluous’ one, then?” he asked, standing and walking over to the little baby Beelzebub was holding. It felt strange to see her holding a baby, but he still smiled. Angels liked babies. Anyone looking on would simply fancy them the very odd parents of a rather normal looking baby, but likely wouldn’t question it any further. Once he’d finished looking at the baby, he jogged over to the Youngs and played the part of the lost American tourist, out on a jog. Beelzebub was quick to sneak up behind them, switch the babies, and sneak off. When he saw her safely holding Adam a good distance from them, he thanked them and jogged off to join her. Gabriel was fairly certain no human American would have been able to make heads or tails of their directions. He caught up to Beelzebub. She was holding the baby and rocking him, quietly whispering something. He leaned over her shoulder to look at him.

“He doesn’t look any different than any other human,” he pointed out, although it was obvious.

“Neither do we, unless we want to,” Beelzebub replied. That was the end of that, as she did have a point. Now, this would have been a tender moment, had it not been an Angel and a Demon gazing down upon the freshly stolen Antichrist. “Can you hold him for a moment?” she suddenly requested, interrupting the almost sweet scene. “I’m going to go fix the rest of this mess.” Gabriel nodded, and she gently passed him the baby, before popping away again.

Now, Angles liked babies, but that did not mean they had the first inkling of an idea on how to care for them. So, Gabriel was left standing in the middle of a park with Beelzebub’s new baby, and had no clue what to do with him. He held Adam the way Beelzebub had, rocking and bouncing him just slightly. That’s when he got to thinking about her plan, and realized there were some slight issues.

Where would she take him? Returning to Hell with him would be an awful idea. After all, he was clearly not a full Demon, nor Angel, and going to Hell or Heaven before he died might hurt him. Even if both his parents had been Demons or Angels, that wouldn’t make him one. That would only make him a Cambion or a Nephilim, respectively (although he would be one either way, since those are defined as having one or two parents who are either Demons or Angels), and Cambions and Nephilims are no more suited to Hell or Heaven than a human. So, that left Gabriel with the same, unanswered question. Where would Beelzebub take the little Cambion baby?

He knew Aziraphale had a bookshop with a flat, but that would mean revealing the situation to him, which they didn’t want to do. Crowley had a flat in London as well, but they couldn’t go there for the same reason they couldn’t go to Aziraphale. Beelzebub popped back up next to him.

“Thanks,” she said, taking Adam back. The whole switch around had just been undone, thanks to Beelzebub, and everyone had their respective babies.

“Where are we going to take him?” Gabriel asked her, not acknowledging her thanks. Angels rarely did. Helping others was second nature to them.

“‘We’?” she questioned, lifting her brows in confusion as she looked up at Gabriel. He hadn’t even noticed that he’d subconsciously signed on for this- helping her raise Adam- but he had.

“I just figured it’d be better for him to have some good influence, or else he might rebel against the whole Plan,” Gabriel replied quickly. He felt like he needed to cover that little slip up. And, although Beelzebub hated to admit it, he was right again. Why did he have to keep being right?

“Okay. So, where are we going to take him?” she repeated. “I don’t know. He’s only a Cambion, not a Demon, so Hell’s out.” Heaven was out immediately, considering she wanted to stay with him. She thought for a moment.

“We could get a flat, or a house,” Gabriel suggested. “Raise him here. Surely one of us could be down here when the other isn’t, at least.”

“I don’t see any other options,” she conceded. “A flat or a house it is.” Beelzebub scrunched up her nose a little at the thought of sharing a flat or a house with the Archangel. She’d rather raise Adam by herself.

“Are we changing his name?” Gabriel inquired.

“No.” That was all she said on it, and he didn’t push her. The matter dropped.

So, a Prince of Hell and an Archangel found what the Archangel considered to be an affordable house in Tadfield, just outside London, and the odd family moved in. Ironically, they had moved in close to the Young family, and across from, well, a priest. Gabriel had no qualms with this, but it made Beelzebub a little nervous, and understandably so. Demons and priests didn’t tend to get on very well. So when the priest showed up at their new house to welcome them to the neighborhood, while Gabriel was being ‘debriefed’ on the situation with Aziraphale and the Dowlings, Beelzebub was the one who answered the door.

“Yes?” she asked, looking very unamused and rather impatient. Her face was blank, like it often was.

“Hello,” the man at the door said with a warm smile. His presence was making her skin crawl, and she was sure she had gooseflesh under her sleeves. It’s worth mentioning that it was summer, and Beelzebub still wore black pants and a black, long sleeved shirt.

“Hi.” Beelzebub looked him over. “Neighbour?”

“Yes. I am Father John-” Beelzebub cut him off.

“Of course you are,” she huffed. “Aren’t all you priests called John?” No, Beelzebub, not all priests are called John.

“I- I don’t think so,” he said a little awkwardly. Beelzebub chewed on her lip and gave him a strange look. “I don’t suppose you’re also called John?” He was attempting to be funny, but it was a rather poor attempt. Beelzebub shared this sentiment.

“That was a lame joke,” she told him bluntly. She was beginning to get irritated. “My name izz-” This time, she was interrupted by a conspicuously well-timed Gabriel returning to the flat. He had heard what she was about to say, and came up with something in a split second to stop the impending nightmare.

"Bee!” he called. That sporadic new nickname had just saved the very flimsy cover they had. Beelzebub turned and looked him with wide, angry eyes. She did not approve of this new nickname. “Hi, honey.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head, which made her look even more disturbed. Gabriel looked at Father John and gave him one of his winning smiles. “You must be our new neighbor? My name is Gabriel.”

“It’s good to meet you, Gabriel,” Father John said, smiling back. The men shook hands, and Beelzebub squirmed out from under Gabriel. Adam chose that moment to start crying, and she was happy to use that as an excuse to exit the situation. Gabriel continued to talk to Father John, and being an Angel and a priest, respectively, they got on very well. Beelzebub rocked and fed Adam, singing a downright creepy lullaby to him.

“Hickory dickory dock,” she began. Gabriel stopped in the middle of a sentence to listen to her, and Father John listened in as well. “Mankind is on the clock.” Gabriel pressed a hand to his forehead in exasperation, and they kept listening. “But don’t you fear, the end is near. Hickory dickory dock.” Neither of them much liked that version of the song. Father John swallowed nervously.

"Interesting lyrics,” he commented politely. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that version…”

“No, I think she just came up with that,” Gabriel muttered. He bit his lip. “Bee can be… well, she had an interesting childhood?” Obviously, Beelzebub had never had a childhood, as Demons were once Angels, and Angels were simply created, but Gabriel had to come up with something. “Have you ever seen The Addams Family?” Also obviously, Gabriel was not a fan of The Addams Family. He had only watched a little of it to appease Aziraphale, who would not stop prattling on about it. John nodded understandingly. Once Adam had been placated, Beelzebub returned, and fixed John with a passive stare.

“Oh,” she said simply. “You’re still here.” Beelzebub walked past them and into the kitchen. Gabriel sighed.

“It took me a while to get used to her sense of humor,” he said, trying to cover for her. Beelzebub really couldn’t have cared less if he covered for her or not. “Would you like to come in?” One thing Angels were, if nothing else, was polite. Demons were decidedly not.

“No, he wouldn’t!” Beelzebub called from the kitchen. Gabriel pursed his lips and sighed.

“Bee’s really stressed out from the move,” he covered again. “Hard to do with a new baby.” Father John nodded, although he wasn’t sure he believed the Angel. Gabriel was just fighting to keep Beelzebub from accidentally revealing herself as a Demon.

“I’ll just… I’ll come round another day,” Father John offered.

From the kitchen came a decisive, “No!” Gabriel sighed again.

“She’s not usually like this,” he told Father John. “I don’t know why she’s being so rude!” He elevated his voice for the latter part of the sentence so Beelzebub could be sure he was talking to her. She chose then to make a reappearance, and she wore a smile that was almost sickly sweet. Definitely too sweet to be real.

“Gabriel, honey,” she said, going to him and resting a hand on his chest, her other hand on his arm. Beelzebub batted her eyes at him, and his pulse increased nervously. The Prince of Hell never acted this way, and certainly not towards him. He looked concerned. “Stop being so annoying, won’t you?” She patted his chest, and turned to look at Father John, now giving him that nerve wracking smile. “Pleazze leave.” Father John gulped and nodded.

“It was lovely to meet you,” he said.

“Yes, it was,” Gabriel agreed. Beelzebub shook her head.

“It wazzn’t. Go away.” With that, Father John left. Beelzebub closed the door and huffed.

“What on earth was that?” Gabriel demanded immediately.

"Priests make my skin crawl,” she replied honestly, leaving him in the doorway.

“You didn’t even give the guy a chance!” he countered. “For all you know, he could have been nicer than other priests you’ve met, and now he’ll never want to talk to you again.”

“Good, that wazz the point,” she buzzed.

"What do you have against priests anyway?” Gabriel questioned. He followed her deeper into the house.

“I already told you, they make my skin crawl.”

"Okay, yes, you’ve said that, but what about them?” he pressed.

“They’re holy men,” she explained slowly, as if she were speaking to a toddler. “Just like walking on consecrated ground hurtzz a Demon’zz foot, being around priestzz makezz our skin crawl.”

Gabriel calmed down considerably then, his brows creasing as he thought about the implications of what she had said. “Wait, do you mean all of that is literal?” he asked. Beelzebub nodded. “You actually have physical reactions to some of this…” Gabriel hadn’t really thought about that before, but he had earned another nod from her. He took a few steps towards her, and she let him, although she did look up at him a little nervously. She didn’t know what he was going to do. He put his hands on her arms, and looked down into her eyes. “I’m sorry, Beez,” he said quietly, and she looked down and away.

"Don’t call me that,” she muttered. “Juzzt, don’t. You don’t get to do that.”

"Why not?” he asked. “What difference does it make, what I call you?”

"You lozzt the right to call me anything other than my name when you gave the order for me to Fall,” she said sharply, looking back up at him with anger in her eyes. “You threw me away. Don’t try crawling back now that you need me.”

“You know I didn’t want to do it,” he argued as she finally pulled away.

“I need to check on Adam.” Just like that, she was gone. Gabriel sighed. She had just been in there, the baby was fine, and didn’t need checking on again.

This was going to be a long eleven years.

#ineffable bureaucracy #the rest is silence #prologue #gabriel #beelzebub #gabriel x beelzebub #beelzebub x gabriel #adam young

[durzarya]

HP x Good Omens crossover part 2

So here is part two as I promised

You can find part one here: (1)

So Harry goes home, and he has so many things to say, because yeah he wrote letters, but it’s not the same

He starts to tell everything about the whole mystery, about the Stone and how he faced Voldemort again, how he killed a man, and how he might be responsible for another two deaths, and dad please save them please

After the first panic, because their son’s life was in danger, Crowley realizes that he actually knows the Flamels, but like from the 15th century, they were one of the few people who know about him being a demon, he never wanted them to die

And apparently they invented immortality, which is, what even are humans, and now they are dieing, angel we are doing something

This is how a couple around their 50s move into the house next door. Dumbledore baffled by their choice comes to visit. Aziraphale being a good neighbor invites them for tea, Crowley does not want the headmaster in his house, because he couldn’t protect his son, but loses the argument

Aziraphale: “It’s nice to have so many young people at the house!” Nicholas: “You are doing quite well for you age too!”

Dumbledore is so confused, Crowley never loved more his bastard of am angel

It should be a gloomy summer, because it’s supposed to be the last, but Adam wants sun and fun, and the world listens to him as always

the Flamels start making another stone, the Them want to hear everything about Hogwarts and sometimes Hermione and the Weasleys come over for fun (Draco too, but never at the same time as the others, he has an image)

Ginny still has a crush on Harry, it goes away quickly after an afternoon with Pepper

They become friends, it’s terrifying

Soon it’s time for Harry’s and Adam’s birthday and all of their friends are staying over the house (even Draco, come on it’s important!)

It’s a two-day celebration, as usual and the second day arrives Dog, the hellhound and the whispering starts

Crowley and Aziraphale are worried for Adam and Harry of course, they would let the world burn if it would mean the two would live

But this time Adam knows, that he is the Antichrist, he knows what the voices want, and he knows what he wants and he could rebuild a world from the ashes, but he likes this one. They already have plans how to make it better (at least Pepper and Wensleydale knows, and Brian likes helping people, and he would do anything for them, for his own little paradise here)

Anathema moves into the cottage and starts searching for the young Beast and the lesser Beast, instead she finds a bunch of weird people and a handful of sweet kids, she accidentally leaves her book in the Crowley-Fell house (the four immortal read it on a single night)

The first time they hear about her, there is a debate between the kids if Anathema is a witch, a witch or a witch (the first one being a someone without any actual powers just knowledge about things others don’t, the second being someone with power but not the same as Harry has, and the third one being a normal Hogwarts student)

Soon they start talking about the history of witch burning and how many innocents were executed end up with how higher authorities manipulate education

This is the first time Anathema meets and promptly invites them to her newly rented cottage, brilliant young minds need to be cared for, after all

It’s almost the same, but this time Adam doesn’t go mad, Anathema gets her book back sooner and slightly more people face off the combined forces of heaven and hell (the Bentley still ends up in fire and three still ride the sky as two)

The Them face off the horsemen Beelzebub and Gabriel arrive and there is a bunch of people they never met, and they aren’t afraid until the Flamels start threatening with immortality (humans never dieing, this way heaven and hell won’t have their soul)

They summon Lucifer too, and he is angry up until the point his son calls the Serpent of Eden father, and now he is intrigued, still a little scare never hurt anyone

The Devil firmly back in hell, or at least for now, angels and demons terrified and humanity alive Adam and the Them finally get their Hogwarts letters

Dumbledore delivers them personally again this time with Severus at his side, because a) neither were on the list until today and b) he needs to know what’s happening with this family

“No Albus he is not Lily’s brother!” “I could be, professssor.”

Crowley loves causing chaos, thank you very much

They go to the Diagon Alley again and Adam receives a black talking diary, with Draco frantically singing behind his back not to write in it

He doesn’t listen, because there is something tugging at him, instinct telling him to do it, he wouldn’t do it, but they are not the same voices that asked for the world ending, it’s more like him knowing he would get a dog

Tom Denem is fifteen and half a soul and he is delighted he finally has someone both to talk and manipulate, fifty years is long time alone

He tries to take Adam’s magic, a tiny bit, just enough to give him a way for later, for possessing for taking more

Except he is Adam, and he is powerful and protected and he ignored voices more powerful than a whisper, so when he takes a tiny bit of his magic… he pops into existence

The following family meeting is awkward, especially after they figure out that the boy is Voldemort, the man who killed Harry’s parents and tried it again a few months ago

And yeah he is Voldemort, or he is going to be, for now he is a power hungry fifteen year old horcrux made by both accident and opportunity, he didn’t commit all those horrible things

Adam has an idea, if he is half a soul, why shouldn’t he make it whole again? He knows what he feels like, he can wish the other pieces here

This is the point where the rest of the them arrive so while he does his thing there is another round do explanation

Pepper threatens the former/future dark lord with death by fire if he hurts anyone she loves, Tom decides this is the weirdest thing ever happened to him, and he found out he was heir of Slytherin

Adam summons all the pieces except for the one that is Voldemort’s ghost, and everyone has a fright when a shiny snakelike child comes from Harry wailing and crying (it’s Aziraphale who calms it down with a shushing parseltongue)

Tom has the other half of his soul laid out on the table, and the strange, powerful boy is inspecting it. He tries not to feel judged

Adam is confused, all these little parts and they don’t seem to fit together, and he can make souls and bodies from nothing, Atlantis and his father is living example for that, but repairing something is harder than making it new even if it’s worth it

He can’t make these for, but the soul that matters not the thing that holds it. It doesn’t take long for all the parts to transform into little puzzle pieces

It’s a 3D one with 128 parts and finally he can do this

The Them help too and it’s weird, because it’s something obscure with no help or instructions, but they can know where the parts supposed to go

And every time Brian puts a piece to it’s place, Tom can feel his thoughts becoming clearer, when Wensleydale does it, the power hunger in him eases and Pepper makes him feel at peace and Adam gives him a will to be alive not just live until the end of the times

It’s almost done, his soul is now in four pieces, but one is missing, the same one that holds ghost Voldemort and that’s the most important one

Because taking the soul apart is dark, but not random, even when it happens spontaneously the magic chops down a part of the soul (every time taking something from you), but the core remains, and Tom doesn’t have that

But Adam is the Antichrist, he can make souls and bodies and reality bends for him, this will be more difficult because the piece needs to fit, to hold the four part together

And he can do many things, he invents the best games and he doesn’t listens to authority. Imagination and free will, all human traits

But Adam also loves

He loves strong enough to stand up against the combined forces of heaven and hell and choose earth. All the love he ever felt he learned from his family, from this tiny village and friends

Tom has imagination and free will, but Adam has seen his soul and he couldn’t find an ounce of love here. So maybe if he shares his it will be strong enough to hold a soul, to heal one really

And suddenly the last puzzle piece is there fitting perfectly and Tom doesn’t know this warm fierce feeling, but he knows he won’t be able to ever give it up

Everyone is exhausted and after tucking the children in (“Yes Tom, you too!”) an angel and a demon decide they can have another kid

The next day Tom Fell officially arrives, after his father’s early departure from the living

Two days later Dumbledore shows up again with another surprise letter this time for a fifth year student (all of the other letters were sent already, why do magical people just keep popping up in this place??)

He almost has a heart attack when he sees Tom Riddle sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal

After an accusation, a dressing down and an apology (“How dare you, headmaster! That’s my cousin, he just lost his only living parent!”), Dumbledore leaves more confused than before

Everyone still speaks parseltongue in the family

Tom can’t wait for the upcoming year

Yeah I think I will finish here, and I will add some random headcanons later, because there are some more but nothing like this

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