My Guardian Angel

Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish it was but if it was, I'd have met Dan, Tom, Rupert and Emma and... let's stop there.

Summary: Hazy green eyes met dark ones surrounded by black features and then slipped closed as he passed out due to the beatings and the amount of blood he lost from the pouring rain.

Pairings: Hermione/Ron implied later on

Warnings: Abuse, fighting

Author Notes: I made this chapter a new story because the last one, it didn't really apply. The name that is. Like… you'll see why it's called this. It's not Sirius/Harry (last time it was up to how the reader read it. This time, it's a no), but I did the thing so if you search Sirius and Harry, this story will come up as they are the two main characters more or less. And I may do a prequel to explain but it's a LOT for me to do fighting (except for like maybe a slap here or something). And this will be a lot more intense than the story this was based off of. You'll see how…

More Author Notes: OH MY FREAKING GOD! WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS?! ::runs off and fixes it so there is NO mention of Ginny since she's supposed to be six feet under:: GAH! SO SORRY! I even had Harry think how she's dead, and then she's back. ::gives someone a gun:: PLEASE JUST KILL ME! -.-" If there are any more mistakes, screw it. I'm so leaving them. I am getting annoyed with every mistake I do... I'm just a retard - remember that XD

Notes About 'Dreams Are Just Dreams and Nightmares Are Reality': Just want to make this clear to everyone (some of my friends told me this): I didn't mean to make it sound Ron/Harry but it did somewhat. Sorry. And yes, I totally think Harry would cry. He's never been comforted before, he has had to do everything for his only living family members who abuse him (maybe not the type you see on TV but it's still abuse), the closest family members died because of him (parents, Sirius), he is thrown headfirst into things while not having a clue what's going on so he's forced into fighting blind… yeah. I definitely think he'd cry if the closest thing he has ever had to a father figure comes back from the grave.

Harry looked at the door with a quick glance and hastily threw in some more clothes while he bit his lower lip from pain. That morning, he had received yet another beating for accidentally forgetting to cook Dudley's fifth egg, and Harry himself had simply only gotten a piece of toast that he knew would be all for the day, but he had given it to Hedwig anyways. He had had enough and wanted to leave, even if he had to stay on the streets. What a grand birthday present…

"Why does this happen to me?" He whispered to himself as he closed his eyes, gripping at the bed for a moment from dizziness and pain before taking a deep breath and willing himself to throw the last shirt into the suitcase.

'Because you made five innocent people die,' a voice from within him sneered.

He shuddered slightly and ran a hand through his hair. "No. Only three."

'Ah yes. You just think of recent years. Cedric, Sirius and Ginny. You are wrong.'

"No I'm not. There was no one else," he tried to reassure himself.

'Did you forget about your first murders?'

"My first murder was Cedric! And I'm sorry for it!" he said a bit loudly then froze, listening and hoping his relatives hadn't heard them… him. After a few moments of silence, he breathed a silent sound of relief and then winced as the voice started again. He was thinking of himself as two people… Yup, he was definitely losing it.

'Yes, be the coward you are. And Cedric was not your first murder. Did you forget when you were just a child? A mere infant?'

Harry grabbed the only pillow on his bed and shoved it over his face and yelled into it, "Stop it! I did not kill them! That was Voldemort!" The words were luckily muffled, so he did not have to worry about any of the Dursleys hearing.

'You killed your own parents Harry. You deserved to go to Azkaban when you were just a year old. Isn't that pathetic? The-Boy-Who-Lives has done yet another thing that no one else did.'

With a burst of rage, the pillow was thrown at a lamp, which shattered and broke. "STOP IT! I DIDN'T KILL THEM! I DIDN'T!" he yelled at the air and fell to the ground. In a quick motion, he had his knees pulled to him with his arms locked around his ankles and his forehead to his knees. Pain shot through every fiber of his being but he ignored it as he tried not to let his emotions show.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open and an angry looking Vernon Dursley entered. "Boy! You were yelling so loud that Dudley couldn't hear his TV show!" he bellowed. "And you broke the lamp! How dare you!?"

The boy in front of him just shook slightly, not having enough strength to raise his head, let alone stand like he knew his uncle wanted him to do.

"Boy! Stand!"

After a few moments passed and Harry didn't move, the larger and older of the men quickly kicked Harry's side, rather hard. "I said UP!"

"Leave me alone… please…" the teen croaked out.

"Don't you take that tone of voice with me!" Vernon yelled and kicked him again, just trying to get his nephew standing so he didn't have to take extra effort to bend down and pick the small boy up.

Harry just let each kick he felt hit his body. It didn't matter anymore as his entire body felt like it was on fire from prolonged abuse and neglect.

"Fine! If you won't respond to me teaching you your place, let's just see how much you will let your bloody pigeon go through?"

Within a matter of seconds, Harry had removed the loose floorboard and his wand was aimed at his uncle's neck as he tried to keep himself form screaming in pain. "You get away from Hedwig. She is mine and she will be treated right. You can hurt me but I won't let others, even simple animals, get hurt because of me," he managed out in an almost growl.

His uncle's eyes widened in horror. "Y-You can't do magic! You know that! You'll get expelled from that bloody school and live on the streets!"

"Do you think I care anymore?" he asked with hatred. "All summer, I've been beaten. Now, you aren't going to let me go to Hogwarts. You've made that clear many times before. Yet you yell at me for being in this house. It's like you want me to stay but be invisible. Did you know that I could if you want?"

"N-No you can't! It's impossible!" His horror-struck relative yelled.

"And I always thought me having a home where I'm welcomed was impossible. But I'm not there right now. I could have been there all summer. Why the hell was I that stupid? Ron was going to let me stay there all summer, yet I stayed here, just because Dumbledore told me to do so," he said with a smirk full of hatred. Hogwarts didn't feel like home anymore, not with the Dumbledore there. He was still mad at him from his fifth year, and it had grown even more as he didn't need the role of a father figure that much anymore. "Now, I'm going to leave. And just for your little reputation, I'm going to do it while invisible." He flicked his wand slightly and Hedwig's cage opened.

The owl hooted slightly, looking at Harry with a confused look.

Harry flicked his wand again and the window opened. There were bars on them but Hedwig could fit through, and he smiled some knowing his owl was safe as she flew away, hopefully to Ron's.

"You… You're going to be on the streets for this, boy! You used magic!" Vernon yelled, and in the doorway Petunia and Dudley slowly appeared.

"Do you think I really care? I'd rather be on the streets than here!" Harry yelled back, all the anger that was inside of him from years of this slowly seeping out, even if he was trying to stop it. His hand shook badly as he pointed his wand at the hole in the floor that was hidden by the loose floorboard, and a soft whisper of, "Wingardium Leviosa," escaped his lips as his cloak and journal floated to the bed. Quickly, he shoved the journal into his suitcase then locked it.

"GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE THIS INSTANT!" His uncle yelled. "THERE IS NO MAGIC IN THIS HOUSE!"

"Did you just miss that entire part where I said I'm leaving!?" The youngest of the four people in the room shouted at him.

Vernon went to grab the book that was on Harry's dresser with the older pictures of his parents in it, and the newer pictures of his best friends to destroy it but suddenly he fell to the ground with a loud thud after Harry yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!"

"You stay away from my stuff!" he then yelled and grabbed his book, putting it into the suitcase and relocking it.

"Daddy!" Dudley yelled as he ran over to his father who was still unmoving.

"Vernon!" Petunia yelled also, running to her husband.

Harry pointed his wand at them. "You've been deserving this for a while. Furnunculus!"

Boils popped out on the three Dursleys' faces and they screamed in horror, which only made Harry laugh. He didn't care anymore about being expelled and barely about Azkaban. They had pushed and pushed and he had finally broken, and was letting his anger that was built up from 16 years explode out. Without another word, he grabbed his invisibility cloak and threw it around himself so only his head was visible.

The three stared up at him in horror.

He gave a small smirk and covered his head, then grabbed his suitcase and hid it under the cloak. In a matter of seconds, he was outside on the street with no idea where to go, as he had no money for the Night Bus and he had no way of reaching Ron or Hermione as Hedwig had left.

It began to rain and Harry sighed. 'Figures,' he thought to himself as he walked along the street. After about a block, he had to stop to hold onto a streetlight as a wave of dizziness coursed through his veins. It was only when he looked behind himself that he noticed a trail of blood following him.

"Damn it," he muttered and then felt his legs give out from underneath him. Everything felt like it was on fire, and the rainwater only seemed to make his wounds bleed more, he realized as he fell onto his knees.

A large gust of wind blew by him, making his already chilled body shudder violently.

"So cold… so dizzy…" he whispered and tried to stand, only to trip and hear a dull sound as his head hit the cold concrete. With a wince, he felt himself being rolled over. 'Wonder who that is…' was all he could think, and tried his best to focus his eyes as the person above him.

Hazy green eyes met dark ones surrounded by black features and then his eyes slipped closed, though he felt himself lying on a warm, furry surface before he passed out due to the beatings and the amount of blood he lost from the pouring rain.

The first thing he realized as he woke up was that he couldn't move, and that his eyes felt very heavy. The second thing he realized was he was warm and… dry?

"Where am I?" Harry rasped out, willing his eyes to open. He was shocked to see six blotches of red, and two blotches of brown surrounding him, and he quickly tried to blink to be able to see then realized his glasses weren't on. "Can't see…"

One blotch of red moved, grabbing his glasses and slowly slipping them onto his face. "Better, mate?" Ron asked.

Harry blinked, looking around and smiled softly but then frowned. Mrs. Weasley had a flushed, puffy face as if she had been crying, George and Fred seemed to be thinking of new ideas of how to curse someone, Mr. Weasley looked almost as angry as George and Fred but was hiding it to a certain degree, Ron had bloodshot eyes like he had been crying, Hermione still was, and Remus was just standing off, leaning against a wall. 'Wait… Why is Professor Lupin here?' Harry thought to himself. "What's wrong?" He managed out, afraid he had done something wrong.

"The condition you're in. We found you at three in the morning when one of our windows was smashed with a rock," said Hermione softly, trying not to let sadness seep through her voice.

"Yeah. And guess who's room the rock landed in," George said with a sigh.

"And guess who's head it fell on," Fred said with a mocked sigh, trying to lighten the mood, though it didn't help any.

Harry tried to talk and just a rasp came out, and he was thankful as Molly put a cup to his lips. After he drank down most of the water, he asked, "Wait… who, err… what's wrong with me?"

"Well, the question should be what's not wrong with you," Hermione whispered and looked down, clearly shaken and distressed.

"All but two of your ribs are fractured, your head had a rather large cut in it that was bleeding badly, some of the bones around your lungs were cracked and one lung was punctured, your left arm was broken, as was your right ankle. Your face is completely black and blue and… well, if we found you a few minutes later, you would have died," Molly said as she tried not to break down crying again.

Harry just stared at them all in shock. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Two weeks. Hogwarts starts in three days," Ron said.

Harry searched their faces then looked at Remus. "Not to be rude but… why are you here?"

"A few reasons. Dumbledore wants me to find out what happened, he wants to know if you remember who brought you here and I also just felt like I should inform you I'm Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again. Seems they couldn't find anyone, as everyone thinks the positioned is cursed," he said with a small smile but it was mostly filled with sadness.

Harry smiled, feeling happy that the closest thing he had to Sirius would be around him for the last year at Hogwarts. But the look from his former teacher showed that he wanted to know what happened and who found him. "Err… the Dursleys happened and I don't remember who found me," he said, rather hastily.

A few gasps went up, all making Harry feel terrible. He had made these people worry about him… and he didn't want them to think he was insane too. They had so much more important things to worry about than him.

"Are you sure you don't remember who found you?" Remus inquired, seeming to think Harry answered too quickly to be telling the truth.

The teen seemed to get a bit angry that Remus didn't believe him, even if he was lying. "Yes I'm sure. If I remembered, I'd tell you."

"Well, then I have to inform Dumbledore about those disgraceful people," Remus said with a nod as he excused himself and left.

"And I better go make dinner," Molly said quickly as she left, wanting Harry, Ron and Hermione to have time alone. She could always tell when Harry was hiding something, but was barely ever able to force it out of him

Arthur put a hand onto each of the twin's shoulders. "And I do believe that you two have a mess to clean up from your newest product."

The twins were about the protest until their father gave them a look that read to leave, and with a sigh, they slowly trudge out of the room.

"Better go help them and make sure they don't mess something else up," the elder of the remaining four in the room said and followed his children out, and shut the door behind him.

"They could have just said that they think I need to talk about something," Harry muttered under his breath and tried to sit up but only then noticed he was wrapped in bandages everywhere except for his face and sighed.

Hermione suddenly hugged Harry tightly. "You really scared us."

He blinked and smiled but then hissed in pain from the hug.

"Oh god, sorry!" she said in horror as she quickly sat back.

"It's fine," he murmured and smiled softly.

"They didn't think you were going to survive…"

"Yeah well, I always do," he grumbled out under his breath and just stared at the ceiling. "How's Hedwig?"

"She arrived about an hour before we found you, perfectly healthy but looking as distressed as an owl can get," Ron said with a quiet chuckle then after a moment, hesitantly asked, "…Harry, who saved you?"

"It doesn't matter."

Hermione's eyes widened at the statement. "Yes it does!"

"You're going to think I'm a loon," Harry muttered.

The redhead grinned. "Don't worry. We already think you're one."

"Thanks," he grumbled out and closed his eyes.

Hermione said and ran her hand through Harry's hair, just trying to make herself believe he was there and awake. "Please tell us?"

"Fine. Think I'm a loon, but I think it was Sirius. Well… Padfoot."

An uneasy silence surrounded them until Hermione sighed. "It was just a result from losing so much blood."

"Whatever. I know what I saw. You don't want to believe it, then don't," he grumbled.

Ron looked at his best friend. "I believe it mate. Really, I do." Yet, he wasn't sure that he did. How could he believe that someone who died in front of his eyes was alive?

"I don't care," Harry said simply and closed his eyes, trying to go to sleep.

Ron flinched but nodded. "Well… yeah. You should sleep. Come on, 'Mione."

As he heard the door close, he noticed that he wasn't sure if he wanted to even be there. The house did have a friendly feel to it, and he was never yelled at or anything even close to beaten but he couldn't stand the way everyone wanted to talk to him all the time and know his every thought, and be around him all the time. Slowly, he drifted into sleep while thinking about it all.

"Don't you dare do anything stupid this year, Ron!" Ron's mother shouted at the train that was leaving.

"Why do you only tell me!?" He shouted back, his head leaning out of the door.

"Because, you're the only one that will do something stupid!" She shouted back which made Hermione laugh while covering her mouths and Harry snorted back a laugh.

Ron grumbled the whole entire way as they searched for an empty compartment.

Hermione played with her hair a bit, looking a bit disheveled and even a bit nervous.

"What's wrong? Worried someone you like is going to see you?" asked Ron with a teasing lilt.

Cheeks going red, she rolled her eyes as if trying to act like he was being stupid. "Oh yes. I'm so worried when M-- Draco walks by the compartment. I want to look my best, because even if he insults me over and over, he has a thing for Muggleborn," she quipped in such a manner that she thought it was clear she was lying, but Ron's eyes went wide and nearly fell over.

"WHAT?!"

Harry's head jerked from looking at the rolling scenery that was on their one side, following behind Hermione and Ron, to stare at Ron with wide eyes, having missed half the conversation.

"I WAS LYING, YOU IDIOT!" She shouted loudly. "I COULD NEVER DATE A MALFOY! LET ALONE HIM! HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT?!"

For a bit of amusement's sake, Harry began to try and imagine Hermione and Draco together, and somehow, was able to picture it rather easily then shuddered violently in disgust and then sighed, knowing that both liked the other, yet no one would make the first move.

'Maybe, since it's our last year and I can avoid them for the rest of my life after we graduate, I can get them together...' he thought to himself then looked out the window, imagining a rather huge Hermione Ron, both well over a hundred feet, running after him, trying to stomp him with their shoes as he was only three inches tall...

Ron grumbled something about how stupid women were and looked at his feet while playing with his hands as he continued to walk. "I'm never have or will understand women," he grumbled out at last. "Do you?"

Harry glanced over at Ron with a confused expression. "Huh?" he asked as he followed behind Ron.

"Were you even paying attention?"

"Err… guess not. Sorry…" Harry murmured as he slipped into the compartment and sat on a bench, across from Hermione and where Ron had placed himself next to her. With green orbs filled with confusion, anger and sadness, he looked out the window at the rolling landscape that passed them by, while his two best friends talked about anything except for summer, their dispute having been forgotten.

Since he had been able to walk around, everyone had tried to talk to him about anything but the summer. On a few instances, he had walked into a room to hear Hermione talking about her trip to France with her parents, or a job Ron had landed which had gotten him a total of 40 galleons(1), but the conversation had quickly been halted as soon as one of them noticed him.

And yet, he wasn't sure if he minded. He wasn't sure about anything anymore. All he knew what that he was confused most of the time and in his own world, trying to figure out who had saved him, and at the same time, trying to figure out if he even wanted to be saved. No one was there for him. No one cared for him more than his or her own life. No one even cared enough to check up on him during the summers or the summers before, and no one had ever checked up on him during the first eleven years of his life that had him all twisted as he had never said anything about his pain to anyone, and just been shunned by everyone and everything so he had been given no chance, even if he had wanted to.

There was Hermione and Ron, yet they had each other, even if they hadn't noticed it yet. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice the pained look Harry had had in his eyes since the first day they had met him; the look of wanting love but not being able to handle it, and wanting to be understood but not being able to explain himself.

Everything became even more confusing when everything was thrown at him so fast. He had gone from being hated and never heard of to being the most looked upon person - a mere boy that thousands looked up to. And yet, he had no idea why. Not until he had seen Voldemort and learned the full extent of his hatred and his wrath.

Yet he was always thrown into things, blind. No one cared enough to see that he had been through more hell than anyone else could ever endure and he would have to continuously, until he either killed or was killed. Everyone thought if he didn't know, it would be so great because he couldn't handle it due to his age, so he was forced to fight over and over: blinded and alone.

Then the one person, the one thing that had promised him to take him out of the hell he called life and give him a new home where he would be loved, and where he was actually looked upon as a person, not a child or a hero, had died. The one who had acted like he loved him as a son. The one who hadn't gone insane because of Harry.

And he had killed him off…

Yet he had seen him, if only for a second, in his dreams and nightmares and then in his reality. It may have just been from blood loss, or from the want of someone to be there to care for him, but he knew differently.

'I felt him. He saved me. He couldn't have just been an illusion. It was as real as the rush when I first flew my broom or the feel of Cho's lips on mine or…' he was thrown out of his thoughts as he felt Hermione tap his shoulder.

"Harry, we're getting close to Hogwarts. You should change into your robes," she said while casting a nervous glance at him.

"Uh… yeah," he said and stood, going off to change.

And as he came out in his robes, he realized then that he was jealous of Ron. He may have been richer or more known of, yet Ron had what Harry had always wanted. A family that cared for him and were still around him. All Harry had were people who looked up at him as an insane hero, not even a human anymore, and that was when he realized that he might be sent to Azkaban for what he had done to his family. Yet, he didn't care. He wouldn't have cared unless he had something like Ron's family.

And as Ron passed him to go change, Harry whispered, "You have no idea how lucky you are, mate…"

1. Okay, just to tell you this, I read somewhere (a long time ago) that a galleon is equal to 5 England dollars. And 5 England dollars is equal to roughly 6.17 American dollars. So… 40 galleons 200 England Dollars 247.150. Just so everyone knows.

How'd you like? I so redid it… grrrr… I think I must have been on crack or something when I wrote it (just kidding!)

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