Deathbystorm: So yeah I'm back finally with a new chapter of the Guardian. Sorry it took so long.

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Chapter 3

Draco's pov

Draco woke with a start. He brushed his white blonde hair out of his eyes and sat up. "What a dream," he murmured. "But it couldn't be true…could it? Only one way to find out." He slipped out of the bed that his father had put him in last night and stood up. There was no internal pain.

No way. I refuse to believe this! Draco thought to himself as he walked out of the room and downstairs for breakfast. There is one piece of useful advice, though. I should leave here as soon as I can find an apartment. I can even start looking today. It has to be some place that Lucius won't be able to find me.

The blonde grabbed an apple and went back upstairs before his father came down. He went through his wardrobe looking for something to wear that would cover all the bruises while he munched on his breakfast. He pulled out a black pair of jeans that rode low on his hips and a tight deep blue shirt to go over top of it. Draco set the clothes on the bed and his half-eaten apple on the stand beside it before going to take a shower.

Harry's pov

The angel nervously stepped into the dark room. "How did you know that I was coming?"

"I have my sources," the man said. "Call me Sirius by the way. Now I understand that you need some money so that you can watch your charge better. Can you please explain how?"

The raven-haired teen scrutinized him carefully. The man had lank, black hair and was about six feet tall. He wore a friendly grin though and his eyes flashed with merriment despite the tattered clothes that he was wearing.

"I need it so that I can get an apartment next to him when he moves out of his parents' house. They are abusing them and I told him through a dream that he should move," Harry replied. "I had to heal him last night so that he could get up this morning. I must protect him. There are a lot of sinful things going on in that house and I have to protect him. I must."

The Benefactor nodded. "Then I grant you the money enough to buy mortal food, mortal clothing, tuition to go to the same mortal school as Draco Malfoy and three month's rent for a mortal apartment next to your charge. After that you are expected to find a job to support yourself. Do you agree with these terms Harry Potter Guardian Angel in-training?"

A glowing piece of paper and a quill floated up to the angel's hands. He quickly signed it. It was a binding magical contract that was needed to be signed by every angel that needed money for their missions as there were some angels who would use the money they received selfishly instead of for the better good of their mission.

"Here you go," Sirius said with a smile as he handed Harry the money needed. "I expect that you will be wanting to be going back to where your charge is."

The raven-haired teen walked to the door but paused with his hand on the handle. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you do that you had to become the Benefactor?"

Sirius smiled sadly at him. "I killed the one man that I truly loved."

The angel blushed and became insubstantial before flying out into the cool breeze.

Draco's pov

It was lunch time at school and he had avoided his friends in favour of a newspaper with apartment ads in it. Hmmm…he thought as he scanned down the piece of paper. Too flashy. Father would surely find me there. This one's too big. This one's too small. Aha! A likely candidate finally! It was perfect by the sounds of the ad. It was in one of the more dangerous parts of town with druggies and hookers but the apartment was what he wanted. It had one bedroom and he whipped out his cell and immediately dialed the number on the ad.

"Good morning Whitman's apartments how may I help you?" A female voice said.

"I'm looking for a one bedroom apartment. How much would it be to rent one in your complex?" Draco said.

"Let me just look it up…" the woman said. "Here it is. The amount for a one bedroom apartment is currently five hundred pounds."

"Okay that sounds fine. How soon can I move in?" the blonde asked.

"You could move in tomorrow. There are a lot of vacancies right now. Who am I speaking to?"

"Trent. Trent Walski." Draco replied confident that they wouldn't do a background check on him. After all, with his future home being where it was, it was almost expected that its residents had some sort of dark past.

"Okay Mr. Walski. What time are we to expect you?"

"About twelve o'clock," he replied confident that he could make it there on time. He hung up the phone after saying goodbye. Draco had a lot of things to do tomorrow.

Harry's Pov

At the precise instant that Draco had hung up the phone, the angel was swooping in for a landing not far from where his charge stood. It had been a long and arduous flight, but it had been worth it. Now he would be able to get a place next door or around the same area as the blonde would be at.

He planned to make friends with Draco outside of his job while still keeping his identity a secret. It was for the best. No one can no who an angel was. He walked through the closed door to where the blonde stood with his back facing him.

His charge whipped around as Harry stopped near him but flushed when he saw that no one was there. The angel smirked. Not even the most sensitive psychic had the ability of seeing him in Earth's dimension when the raven-haired teen didn't want him to.

But to his shock, Draco began to walk towards him with a frown on his face. The blonde reached out and his hand passed through Harry's face. His charge was muttering to himself. The angel leaned into hear.

"I could have sworn there was a faint outline of somebody there," he muttered to himself. "And now when I reached out, I felt a weird warmth. Comforting, but still distant. Strange."

Harry's blood ran cold. This is bad, he thought. Very very bad.

Deathbystorm: Couldn't resist. If you want to find out what happens, you will have to review 'cause I have no idea if you guys like or hate this story without them.