Broken Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, its plot, or its characters. I do own Circus though.

Pairing/s: MMAD, FFPS, JPLE/P, SSLE/P

A/N: Yep, I'm writing it! The sequel/continuation of "One-Eyed Angel", read, review and enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Happy Days Are Over

Life with Circus, was to put it lightly, a circus in itself.

She was like a young teenager in an adult's body, her interests ranged from skateboarding and pranks, to video games and karate.

Harry remembered his first Christmas morning, she had given him the best food that he had ever tasted, fried chicken and mashed potatoes.

Later she had made macaroni and cheese, muttering stuff about how organic food tasted much better than non-organic.

Harry wouldn't accept physical contact with anybody, he only allowed Circus to hug and carry him. This pattern continued for two weeks until Circus sat him down and said that being clingy was not a good trait.

At first Harry had thought she was angry with him, and braced himself (out of habit) for a beating. Circus just hugged him and patted his hair, then unexpectedly, he began to cry.

So, Circus just let him cry.

Circus had taken him to go shopping on December 26, she got him clothes, toys, books, and sweets. Harry had tried to protest at her spending so much on him, but she denied his protests and told him that he deserved a good Christmas.

She had even taken him to a Christmas show, with a play, carols and cookies for all the kids. To Harry, despite all the things he had gotten, Circus had already given him what he wanted the night she rescued him, a family that loved him.

They went everywhere together, and for once Circus didn't feel so out of place.

In fact, she might've been something akin to happy.

Then when she came home from work, something shook her.

CRASH!!!

Harry had accidentally knocked over a vase. She ran toward him, and checked him over for injuries. He cried and said he was sorry over and over, begging her not to send him to the orphanage.

Circus hugged him tightly and promised that his fears would never be true.

Contrary to what she's told doctors, her amnesia went away three months after she had gotten out of the hospital years ago. She could still remember what it felt like, people came to look at them at the orphanage.

Her smile faded into a bitter frown, the orphanage was the human equivalent to the Pound, people dump children there and come to look at them, while all of them hope for that one chance, that one chance to leave, to have a family, even better if they're happy there.

She remembered, not a day went by that she looked hopefully as adults would come in. But no-one wanted a silent, one-eyed child. She only had one person, one person she could truly trust, and that person eventually abandoned her as well. She remembered, at five she waved goodbye to her only friend.

People came that day, they took her friend away.

Circus waited every single day, in front of that mailbox, waiting for the letter her friend promised to write when she learned. Soon hours, turned to days, and days to years, and then she came of age, and still no letter.

Circus remembered standing in the middle of the room of children, yet adults passed her by as if she was invisible.

She remembered when the caretaker got drunk, and any child who got within the drunken woman's range was punished severely, left with bruises, broken bones and shattered pieces of glass imbedded in their skin.

Every day, Circus had waited for that letter, her mind silently screaming for anyone to get her out of that hell.

She spent most of her life waiting, for anything, anybody.

But no-one came.

That's why she had been compelled to answer the letter, to give Harry the rescue she had never gotten. And oddly, they were both orphans, in that way she felt a certain kinship with the small child.

But with thoughts and memories of her life, it was almost as if the last several weeks had all been a wonderful dream. A much needed break from the struggle keep from spiraling out of control.

Like life had come to a wonderful standstill.

Throughout the day, Circus was lost down memory lane. Harry had even beaten her while playing Tekken 6, and she was just teaching him how to play. Soon he had decided to go make art with the new markers, crayons and construction paper that Circus had gotten him, he began drawing a picture.

Circus felt a bit of joy as she watched him draw, and a smile crept onto her features.

'Your joy won't last.'

Circus felt her heart freeze.

Harry stared at her oddly, he tilted his head as only an adorable four year old could and asked, "Wha's dwa mwatter Circwus?"

She forced a happy smile on her face, the one that had gotten the therapist off her back, and answered. "Nothing, I'm just surprised at what a little artist you're turning out to be is all." Harry smiled back at her and turned back away from the kitchen table.

'Soon Circus, soon, you'll heart will break again.'

"Shut up." Circus muttered under her breath at the voice.

'Rudeness is not an appealing trait.'

She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror and brushed her teeth. After she was done she opened the medicine cabinet to put the toothbrush away, and that white bottle staring at her. She began to reach for it before jerking her hand away.

'I don't need it.' She thought as she closed the medicine cabinet.

'Of course you don't.'

'Why would someone with a face as ugly as yours need meds?'

'Why would you want that?'

The voices echoed on and on inside her head, taunting her, berating her, laughing at her.

The happy days are over, Circus thought numbly as she curled up on the couch, the voices were back.

A/N: Yep, I know, I was trying for a bit of a darker (I think that's the right term) theme. I was just tired of seeing so much of the Harry gets rescued/adopted/whatever by some other person who just totally has no problems and just happen be walking by and decide, 'Oh let's rescue that poor abused child.' I wanted my character to have a certain kinship with Harry. Plus the fact that she never takes her schitzo meds and the fact that she is schitzo. Anyways, please review! I'll write more if you do!

OC Character Bio:

Name: Circus

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Hair: Dark Red (darker shade than Gaara's)

Eye Color: (Right Eye) = Emerald Green, (Left Eye) = unknown

Mental Problems: Hell yeah