Game Changer

For someone who's been an angel since before God created the universe, Harry sure does remember a lot.

He remembers when God brought Heaven - Harry's home and favourite place - into existence. He remembers God creating Hell so Heaven doesn't have to be plagued with evil, and casting Lucifer down to safeguard it. He remembers Purgatory too; the place of judgement and purification of souls. And of course he remembers Earth, and the creation of human kind. He remembers the fall of the human race. The first coming of Christ.

To be honest, Harry is fairly certain he can remember every significant event to occur in the entirety of his lifespan.

His favourite memory though, is Louis. Which still surprises Harry sometimes, when he's alone with his thoughts running wild. See, someone like Harry should not even be associating with someone like Louis. It's basically law. Angels and demons are just not intended to ever communicate with each other.

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Apparently that wasn't enough to stop them finding each other though. Harry can remember it like it was yesterday, though he counted and it was exactly 358 years ago.

He was on Earth, assisting humans on some sort of demon hunt, if he can remember correctly. Harry'd gone into the seemingly abandoned building last, something about him being the least experienced. That's when he found the last surviving demon. Apparently the hunters weren't as good as they thought.

He took the demon, even though it went against every fibre of his pure soul. Dragged him to a safe-house and locked him up. "For interrogation," Harry had reminded himself.

Harry still laughs at his stupidity, for there was less interrogating of the demon than he originally intended.

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The first time the demon properly spoke to Harry (as opposed to spitting and hissing and cursing and whatnot) was on his 27th day in captivity. This actually shocked Harry; it was much sooner than he expected from a demon.

Apparently he, the demon, was tired of Harry's 'nicknames' for him (Harry tried his hardest not to use profanities when speaking to anyone, but this was a creature of Hell so he felt he was entitled to earn forgiveness from his Father). He'd stuck his hands through the cage bars and pulled Harry as close as he possibly could by the collar of his jacket and whispered in a voice so venomous Harry actually cringed at the sound: "my name is Louis, and I want some respect."

Surprising both of them as equally as the other, Harry didn't hesitate to oblige.

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Harry can't stop the smile that creeps onto his face when he thinks of the days he and Louis spent together in that safe-house on Earth. Apart from the first month, there was hardly a moment of negative energy being shared between the two otherworldly beings. Even if one is an angel and the other a demon.

Harry thinks back to the first time anything more than them being acquaintances sharing a household occurred. It was a beautiful night; Harry had been on the roof watching the stars above and the city below in a quiet, hypnotic bliss. He more often than not falls into trances similar to this; detaching himself from reality to enjoy the simple beauty of life. It is a common trait shared amongst what Harry assumes is all angels.

Louis had appeared next to him; Harry wasn't sure how long he'd been there watching him. Could have easily been hours. Harry asked Louis if he needed anything (anything being flesh or blood or whatever else it is that demons eat - Harry still refuses to find out), but Louis shook his head and instead lay himself down next to Harry.

They lay in silence for a while; watching the humans unknowingly walk amongst not only both angels and demons, but a variety of otherworldly creatures. The fact that few believe in them and even less actually know of their existence never ceases to fascinate Harry. He guesses that's the true meaning of "hiding in plain sight."