Chapter:1 'The "Girl"'

Harry decided to visit the twins in Diagon Alley, as he had not been there for a while. And he was bored at home after moving in two months ago.

He had taken a new residence in muggle London, which was suprisingly close to Diagon Alley. Though he preferred muggle ways to travel, (except for the broom,) Apparating was probably the best way to reach Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

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'Hey, Fred!' Harry said as soon as he spied one of the twins in the fairly crowded shop.

'Oi, Harry! Mate, what's new with you?'

'Nothing much. Just bored at home. So I came here. So how's business going?'

'Fabulous. We've also started selling a couple of new inventions. And perfected other ones. There's the Blood Balls, and the Cold Gum.'

'Nice, nice. Where's George?'

'He's gone to Zonko's for a chat. Or spying. Take your pick.'

Harry laughed. 'So Fred, I gotta go. You handle the shop, it looks pretty busy. Just tell me when I'm needed, alright?'

'Yeah, okay. See ya Harry!'

Fred mockingly waved his hand with a grin and Harry exited the shop with a shake of his head and a smile of his own.

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Harry noticed that it was getting dark, and wondered where the hell did time go. Maybe time just flies by fast when you look at brooms which are ridiculously expensive, along with their supplies. And drool at them. Not that he couldn't afford them.

He was just walking down an empty alleyway, (which was weird, mind you!) when he saw a bundle of sorts in a corner. Curiously, he approached the bundle, and was greatly surprised when he realized that the "bundle" was a person covered in their cloak. Though a little small. He was cautious, but decided with a sigh to at least enquire about their current position, and why was it so. He knelt, and gently shook the person by the shoulder. No answer. Just a mewling of sorts. Harry finally located where their head was and pulled at the cloak. He gasped.

Lying near his knee was an angel. He wasn't even joking. The girl (they seemed like one) had silvery blonde hair that reached her shoulder [AN: Think George/Fred hair from the fourth movie, only Draco-coloured.] pink cheeks, and full lips. Though Harry thought she looked familiar, he had no idea from where he remembered her. She looked so innocent and as she was apparently not waking up anytime soon, he decided to take her with him. Night was not safe for innocent and beautiful creatures like her, wherever the night may be.

He carefully lifted her in his arms bridal style, cloak intact. He looked around for something of hers, but found nothing. He shrugged, and Disapparated.

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Harry appeared in a dark corner near his house. Dark, because it was almost night, and corner because he lived in a muggle neighbourhood. The girl was still asleep, and unsurprisingly light. She was small, according to her age and looked about the age of himself. She snuggled into his shirt, and he smiled.

Harry got a few suspicious looks for carrying a *thing* in his arms covered in a blanket (which was what she looked like for somebody else) but he reached his house quickly.

He unlocked the door and switched on the light. Just as he did that particular motion, a small white bundle of fur attacked his left shoe with a small bark. Harry laughed.

He had gotten Pearl from the (muggle) pet-shop which he had accidentally entered after a few days after he had moved in. He had shrugged, and toured the shop. He'd spied her, curled up in a cardboard box and asked about her. The shopkeeper, Mr. Pinters, said she was just a few days old and her mum had died while giving birth to her and her siblings. She was the runt of the litter, and Mr. Pinters had to sell the little puppies quickly as they needed so much more care. Pearl had Harry wrapped around her, well, little finger from the second he saw her, and he asked for the tiny puppy. Mr. Pinters had said to take her for free; he wouldn't be able to take care of her. And so he had taken her home and christened her 'Pearl' because she was just so small and white and precious and perfect.

The first few days were hard, for he had no idea how to take care of a pup which was just a week old. He started with keeping her warm. She had slept with him in bed because he had no idea how she would get heat to live. He had fed her warm milk with a bottle, and she had laid on his chest to sleep. Harry had cast a few charms on himself so that he wouldn't crush the adorable puppy. She slept soundly.

The next day Harry decided to go to Mr. Pinters for help. Mr. Pinters advised him to just keep her warm. She would open her eyes in a couple of days, and would start eating solid food after a month.

Confident about what to do with Pearl, he carried her around in a blanket like a baby for the rest of the day. She had drank milk and promptly wet the blanket.

Harry had cursed when he saw, or rather felt the wetness. He had dropped the blanket in the laundry, and decide to put her in a cardboard box beside his bed which was completely covered in soft blankets.

The next day, he woke up to a quiet whimpering of sorts. He rushed to Pearl, and saw that she had opened her eyes. They were a warm brown, quite like Hermione's. He had stared at her eyes for quite some time, and decided that he loved the little puppy who was just so precious.

In the next week or so, Pearl had bumped into Harry's leg for the first time. In the next month, she had barked, a soft one, but a bark nonetheless.

She had moved onto solid food now, but Harry still liked to swaddle her in a blanket like a baby, hold her in his arms and tickle her nose. And Pearl always used to crinkle it and lick his face. Or finger. All in all, Pearl was his little girl.

He shook himself and realized that he had been standing there for quite a while. The girl in his arms was still asleep. He sighed and laid her on the couch opposite the TV, and she promptly adjusted, curled and snuggled further into the cushions underneath her cloak. Harry went to change and freshen up before fixing up dinner.

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The (apparent) girl woke up after a few minutes because the couch was just not comfortable enough. He opened his bleary eyes and yawned, before stretching like a cat, and closed his eyes again. When he was awake enough, he finally took notice of his surroundings and realised that he had no idea where he was. He jumped off the couch in a fright.

Last he remembered was going to Diagon Alley with Master as he had something to buy for his potions, searching for Master for a long time, and then feeling tired and miserable, curling up on a patch of grass in a corner and sinking into a troubled sleep with his cloak covering him all up and providing comfortable warmth. And then... Nothing. He had no idea why he was here and where was Master? He felt tears gather in his eyes.

Oh no...Master is going to be so disappointed... Panicking, he felt afraid and his mind raced through the worst possible situations… he had been kidnapped by somebody and they were going to kill him… the would torture him… put him in Azkaban… and oh, please… where was Master? He choked out a sob. Everything became blurry.

That's when he felt that terrible yet comforting pain of his wings sprouting from his shoulder blades.

They had not appeared in a while. Master had said that they were quite delicate, so he had not tried to fly, but he still loved them. He loved the way his beautiful wings curled around him and encased him. They made him feel safe and secure, as if Master was holding him in his own arms.

His panicked thoughts returned, though, after the pain had subsided. Where was Master?! He curled into a ball on the floor where his wings left no trace of his person to be seen. Thick silvery tears were now making trails on his face, flowing down his baby-soft cheeks.

His fears heightened till he was absolutely terrified, and from pure fear he just lay there, trembling and silently sobbing.

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When Harry went back to the living room after an hour to wake up the blonde girl and maybe get her to talk and eat, he was quite surprised to see that she was nowhere to be found, although her cloak was still on the couch. Looking around, he saw a white *something* of feathers, which was trembling gently, as if it was vibrating, beside a couch which was definitely not there before.

Curious, he drew his wand and started to step towards the blob. When he was about a metre away, he realized that two eyes were peeking from in between the wings.

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Meanwhile, the *girl* had calmed down just a little and decided to peek through his wings, although tears were still making their way steadily on his cheeks. Imagine his surprise when he saw a man who was definitely *not* his Master staring at him from quite a close distance and had drew his wand.

He became terrified once more and started crying and trembling again.

Harry was confused. He was looking at the eyes, when strange whimpering and crying sounds reached his ears, and the feathers started trembling and shaking, trying to curl up on the creature between them.

He heard a voice softly saying something which sounded similar to *please, ... I didn't do anything... please, I didn't do anything... please, where's Master?... I'm sorry!... sorry, please don't hurt me...please...-please-...I'm sorry...-Master!-...please, I want Master...*

Harry finally realized that the feathers were wings and the eyes actually belonged to the girl. How the wings appeared were a mystery, though.

'Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Stop crying.'

No response.

'Miss, please, stop crying. I'm Harry, and I'm not going to hurt you. I just found you in Diagon Alley and thought it'd be best if I brought you home. It was getting dark.'

The crying sounds stopped, though the trembling and sniffling was still there. She said seven words.

'I-I'm not a girl. I'm a b-boy.'

*Ookay. Check your glasses, Harry!* A voice that closely resembled Hermione's chided Harry in his head. 'Okay, I'm not going to hurt you. We'll try to find your home tomorrow, okay? It's night now, so you can sleep here.'

The wings loosened just a little bit so that Harry could see the *boy*'s face. He was still beautiful, awake even more so. His face was framed by his soft and silver-looking hair, and grey eyes looked nice with long blond eyelashes which curled up at the ends. Again, Harry was struck with the thought that he had seen those eyes before. *Where... never mind.*

Harry decided on his next step of making the boy comfortable. The boy had calmed considerably, trusting Harry's words completely. *Merlin, what if he would've ended up with someone else? The things someone could do to such a beautiful and trusting creature.*

A voice broke through Harry's thoughts. 'S-sir? When can I go home to Master? I miss him.' Even though the voice was trembling and barely audible, Harry was sure that it was perfect, like tinkling bells.

*This boy is perfect.* Harry declared in his mind. He was jealous of this "Master", who could have such a person for his own. Harry could see the trust he had for "Master" from his eyes, even from this distance.

Harry shuffled forward, and knelt. 'Hey. Sit up. I've made dinner.'

The boy's eyes were still wide, but he managed to sit up.

'What's your name?'

'M-master calls me Angel, s-sir.'

*Ah. Perfect name. Fitting too, what with the gorgeous white wings, pale skin, blonde hair, big innocent grey eyes, full kissable pink lips and long eyelashes, along with high cheekbones. The only thing missing was a halo. Nice choice, "Master".*

Harry shook his head and said, 'You might want to get up Angel. The floor maybe carpeted, but it's not that clean.'

He was rewarded with a pink blush spreading rapidly through Angel's cheeks, and a timid smile. Harry offered his hand, and Angel took it hesitantly, putting his own small and soft hand into Harry's strong one.

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