Raynare was mad. No, she was PISSED. What right did those idiots have to kick her out?! What the hell gave them the idea that she was turning to darkness?! That was something they could just randomly decide whenever they felt like?! The angel sighed. She had half an hour before she was to leave heaven... She rose from her sitting position. She figured she may as well take one last look down on the world from heaven's perspective...

She entered the Mirror Room, containing magic mirrors that allowed the angels to monitor the actions of the mortals so they could safely judge whether they would go to heaven or hell upon death. She enjoyed looking through these mirrors. Humans did some pretty stupid things, and she found those amusing to watch.

Five minutes until she had to go... Raynare shook her head and turned to leave... but one mirror got her attention. She turned to the mirror to see a little boy, working all alone in a garden, wearing clothes that were far too big for him. He appeared exhausted. He was probably overworked...

Raynare's lips twitched into a grin as she came up with a plan to get back into heaven's good graces. She had heard tales of fallen angels being allowed to return to heaven if they committed a good enough deed. Perhaps she could take it upon herself to act at this child's...guardian angel of sorts. She could help him in any way she could...but would it be enough? ...It was worth a try.

Raynare looked down at the timer she was given. It was time...

She made sure to find the right spot to fly down from to get to the child's house. She leapt down from the cloud, and unfurled her wings to fly. She flew downward as fast as she could.

"Hang in there, kid...Your guardian angel's on her-Wait, what's this white stuff? And...why is it so...c-cold?" Raynare's teeth began chattering. "Oh my GOD, IT'S COLD!" Reflexively, she wrapped her wings around herself in an attempt to keep warm. This caused her to plummet unceremoniously to the Earth.

Harry Potter was shoveling snow out of the Dursley's yard, because he had run out of chores to do. He was shivering from the cold, but pressed on regardless. He was less than prepared for something to crash land in the yard, causing him to stumble forward and land facefirst in the snow. The impact of whatever fell into the yard splashed even more snow on top of him, burying him under the white substance.

Harry's head popped out of the snow, and he was looking even more cold and miserable than he had previously, his teeth audibly chattering. He looked to see what had fallen into the yard...and he saw a pair of legs sticking out of the snow, one leg pointing forward, the other pointing back, as if the woman was doing the splits. Harry's eyes widened in horror. Someone was in the yard! If they saw him, Uncle Vernon was going to kill him! With a soft squeak, the child ran behind the shed to hide, peeking out slightly at the woman's legs.

Raynare scowled. Not only was her entire upper body lodged into this awful freezing white substance, but her head had gotten stuck in the dirt underneath! With a snarl, the fallen angel began wildly flailing her legs and twisting her body around in her attempts to get free, cursing like a drunken sailor all the while.

Harry hid slightly more behind the shed, and he whimpered. The sounds coming from the buried woman were muffled, but he could tell she was angry...She was going to hurt him, he just knew it...

After a while, Raynare finally managed to force her feet against the ground. She began pushing against the fluffy white powder as hard as she could, and inch by inch, she started to get free. After a minute of this, she finally popped out of the ground and landed on her butt, coughing up the white powdery snow.

"Ugh...I hate this damn stuff..." Raynare muttered under her breath, wrapping her wings around her body and internally sighing in relief as they successfully warmed her. Then, she heard a soft whimper. Snapping her head in the direction of the noise, she saw the child she saw in the mirror peeking out from behind the shed. He saw her looking his way, and retreated behind the shed with a small whimper. "Hey, kid!" Raynare called out as she rose to her feet. No response. The fallen angel sighed in irritation and shook her head, then walked behind the shed. She saw him curled up in the fetal position.

"Please don't hurt me...Please don't hurt me..." Raynare stared at the child for a moment, unsure of what to do. She took a few steps forward, to approach the little boy. He heard the crunching of her high heels in the snow, and curled up even tighter. He braced himself for a hit...

A hit that never came.

Raynare came to a stop next to the boy. What was she to do? She needed him to calm down so she could explain the situation to him. So she did the first thing that came to mind... She reached out a hand and gently stroked the boy's back. He flinched at the touch at first...but gradually relaxed, and eventually looked up to see her looking at him impassively. "There, now calm down already." Her words weren't the kindest... but her touch felt good. Harry began to relax. Raynare noticed him closing his eyes, and said "Hey, don't fall asleep, kid. I have to explain something to you." Harry nodded.

"Wh-Who are you?" He asked softly, then flinched, waiting to be hit for speaking out of turn.

"...I'm Raynare. ...I'm...your guardian angel, I guess you could say..."

"M-My guardian a-angel?" Harry looked up at the woman with wide eyes. Then he noticed the wings. He stared with childlike wonder at the black wings sticking out from the pretty black-haired woman's back.

"That's right, kid." Raynare replied. "That means it's my job to help you out, and keep you safe. So...if you need anything, just ask, all right?" Harry nodded. "Great. ...Do you...need anything?" Harry shook his head. "...Are you...cold? I could...try to warm you up..."

"M-My uncle is gonna let me back in soon..." Raynare nodded.

"Well, okay. I'll be back tomorrow to check on you." Harry was conflicted. This woman seemed nice enough. He didn't want her to go...But he wouldn't tell her that. He might upset her, and he didn't want that.

"Okay...B-Bye..." Raynare smirked slightly.

"Bye, kid." Harry stared in awe as the woman flew into the sky. She must be an angel... Then, he heard the door throw itself open. He flinched, knowing that it was time for the daily beating.

After Harry was dragged inside, Raynare felt the cold at full force once more. She wrapped her wings around herself again, and fell headfirst into the snow for the second time that day, ending up in the exact same split-legged position she had been in prior. The fallen angel groaned in irritation, then began flailing her legs once more. She couldn't see the man approaching her in her predicament. The man stopped next to her kicking legs, and smirked in amusement.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this a surprise?" Raynare stopped thrashing her legs at the sound of the man's voice.