Angel's life had been a constant hell for almost a hundred years. Once a powerful, very evil vampire, Angel was just a shadow of who he once was. You see, when Angel was a young man of about 26, he'd done something very stupid. He'd followed a beautiful woman into an alley. She'd promised to show him the world, get him out of Ireland. And she did, but the price was very, very high.

This woman's name was Darla, and, as it turned out, she wasn't human at all. She was a vampire. And she'd made Angel a vampire, too.

Angel was great as a vampire - a natural. He killed, he maimed, he tortured, and he tormented, and he was very proud of it. His life wasn't a hell back then, oh no. It was bliss.

The reason for this bliss? Angel didn't have a soul. Therefore, he could not feel regret nor remorse for his actions. Other people's suffering meant nothing to him. In fact, he was so evil that he'd be forever remembered as the most vicious vampire ever to exist.

But one dark Romanian night, Angel's life (or non-life) came to a screeching halt. Several days previous, Angel had killed a girl. Nothing odd about that, though, right? Wrong.

This girl belonged to a clan of Gypsies, and when word got back to them that Angel had killed her, they were furious. They wanted vengeance more than anything, but a stake through the heart was too easy for him, they thought. So they came up with something worse. Something agonizing. And the irony of it all was that Angel's past actions would be what would torment him.

What did they do, you might ask? They cursed him with a soul.

Where before Angel felt nothing for his victims, now all of the guilt and disgust came rushing back to him.

Darla wanted nothing more to do with him. She had made that very clear when she chased him out of the house with a stake.

After that, Angel had just wandered aimlessly, living off of the blood of small animals. He'd eventually immigrated to America in the 1900s, where he remained until 1981, when he'd felt compelled to return to England. Why he didn't know, he just felt as if he needed to go.

So England is where he currently was. Surrey, to be exact. It had to have been almost one o'clock in the morning, and Angel, still at a loss for why he'd felt that he needed to come back to Britain, was strolling down an alley, surveying the area suspiciously, when he suddenly thought he'd heard the sound of a baby whimpering.

Angel stopped walking and, using his enhanced hearing, listened for another sound.

There it was again, clearer this time. It sounded exactly like a baby.

Angel slowly, cautiously, tiptoed further down the alley, coming to a stop in front of a broken wooden crate. The sound was much clearer now.

Still wary, Angel took a few steps forward and looked down.

There, wrapped in a blanket at the bottom of the crate, was a small, raven haired baby.

Angel's brown eyes widened and he glanced around the alley again, almost as if someone would pop out of the shadows to claim the child before him. But no one did.

Reluctantly, Angel reached down and picked up the baby, lifting the whimpering child to hold against his chest. Something fell from the folds of the blanket, catching Angel's attention.

Shifting the baby around to hold with one arm, he reached down and grasped the object, lifting it up to his line of sight.

It appeared to be a letter, written on some odd kind of paper. It was addressed to "The Dursleys".

Angel looked back to the baby, noticing for the first time an odd cut on his forehead. Resembling the shape of a lightning bolt, the cut was still fresh and healing, and would probably end up as a scar.

The baby raised it's head slightly to look up at him. Angel's brown eyes met the child's emerald green ones.

"I can't keep you," Angel muttered. "I'm a vampire. I have a blood lust. I can't take care of a baby."

The baby just made a mewling noise. Angel grimaced. "I just can't keep you." He paused and looked around. "But I can't leave you abandoned in an alley, can I?"

The baby just blinked its big eyes at him.

"Damn you. Fine, I'll take you back to my hotel while I decide what to do with you. But just until I can find an orphanage or something. I cannot keep you."

Determined, Angel grasped the baby tighter, turned on his heels and strode out of the alley, bound for his hotel.

Author's Note: I've never really written a crossover before, but I thought that an Angel crossover with Harry Potter story was plausible, and this idea had been in the back of my mind for a while.

Hope you like it!