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A.N. 1 Thank you for giving this fic a chance! Thank you very much for those who favorite/alerted this.

Warnings: OOC Characters, grammar and spelling mistakes (I don't have a beta), cursing and sexual themes (This is RENT)

Chapter 4: A day with an Angel

Harry couldn't remember a day where he felt so happy and peaceful at the same time like the way he felt now. He really couldn't help it. Angel is really one of a kind. Never had he experienced someone treating him as just Harry, a young boy who needed to be loved and comforted; a young boy who isn't burdened by dark lords and fame. Just Harry. And he loved every moment of it.

After Angel bought Harry something called hotdog which to Harry's relief is not a dog that is cooked, they sat down in one of the benches available. At first, they ate in silence. Harry is very grateful for the given silence or else he would not be able to enjoy his new found favourite food.

Then Angel suddenly told Harry his story how he lived alone yet he is happy. How his job, if you could even call playing drums on the street a job, is fun and enjoyable no matter how hard it is sometimes to acquire money. Then he told Harry that no matter how bleak life is, you should never stop believing that everything would become fine in the end. To Harry's surprise and horror, Angel told Harry that he is living on a borrowed time. He has AIDS.

"I'm not telling you this to garner your pity, Harry. I'm telling you this because from what I've seen so far, I know that you are a good boy that has lived his life unhappily carrying a burden in his back. Life may seem so hard right now. It may seem so hard to see right now that everything will be fine in the end but I'm telling you right now Harry, everything will be alright in the end. Trust me." Angel said quite wistfully.

"I-I don't know what to say Angel. How can you read me? Am I an open book that anyone can pick up what has happened to me? But if I was, how can no one see that I needed their help? That I don't want to be the Harry Potter!" Harry almost shouted.

"Just let it all out Harry. I think that you've kept everything in your heart far too long. Once in a while, you really just need to let go like what you are doing right now. After you had let it go, everything would feel so much lighter. Trust me on this one."

And with Angel's words, Harry couldn't help but break down and tell angel almost everything that has ever happened to him. From the time when his parents were murdered to his life with Dursleys until he received his Hogwarts letter. Harry caught himself just in time before he could divulge magic to Angel. He may be on the run for doing magic during summer vacation but he could not make Angel hate him like his relatives hate him. What Harry did is to vaguely talk about his 2 years stay in Hogwarts.

"I run away from home after I blew up my aunt." Harry bawled when he realized what he said! Angel's going to call him a freak now! Harry thought frantically.

"And now you found yourself in New York wandering in the streets?" Angel continued kindly when he noticed Harry suddenly stopped talking.

"Wait- You're not calling me a freak?"

"And why would I be calling you freak?

"Because I blew up my aunt?"

"Your aunt quite deserves what she got for saying all those to you Harry. You're not the one at fault here. She provoked you! You were hurt and your emotions just got the better of you."

"Oh, right. Thank you Angel for understanding." Harry said sincerely when he realized that Angel didn't take the term blew up quite literally.

"Can you tell me what happened next?"

"I snuck up to a plane going as far away as possible from London. And here I am."

"Thank you for trusting me with your story Harry. I'm not going to let you explain why you just didn't go to your best friend's house. Maybe, you wanted a fresh start where no one knows who you are?"

"Maybe?" Harry answered questioningly. What Angel said struck something in him. He ran away because he doesn't want the ministry to find him. But why didn't he go to Ron or Hermione? Maybe something inside him wanted to simply forget about the wizarding world. Being Harry Potter is hard. One day, everyone worships the very ground he walks on then if something was said bad about him, everyone believed it and he became something akin to public enemy number 1! What's worse is that one's everything is fine again, everyone is treating him like they never abandoned him in the time he needed them! Of course, he is willing to forgive them but it hurts when they don't even say sorry. It hurts but he just doesn't let anyone see it. Maybe he just wanted to be known as just Harry, a boy who worries about normal life problems; and not worry about dark lords who won't stay dead and of saving anyone from magical creatures.

"Maybe." Harry corrected.

"Enough of this. Smile, Harry! Frowning makes you older. Now that you're here, far away from everything that makes you frown, have fun and live how you want to live your life."

"Thank you Angel. I mean it. Thank you for everything. You're really are an angel. I'm so lucky to have met you."

"That is really sweet of you Harry. Say, have you been to a carnival?"

"Carnival? No. I can't say I have. Why do you ask?"

"Do you want to go there? My treat!" Angel said while standing up.

"No. that's alright Angel. You've already bought me food. I just can't let you treat me in everything! How about you? You're sick! You can't use your hard earned money because of me! You need it more to buy your medicine."

"But I want to treat you to carnival Harry. Please?"

"No Angel. What about working?"

"I can work tomorrow."

"What if I like to see you working?" Harry asked while trying to manipulate the situation. He really couldn't get more of Angel's money.

And that was how Harry and Angel spend the rest of the day: Angel working while Harry watched him and Harry helping Angel to get more money by dancing albeit awkwardly at first with Angel playing drums in the background.

By the end of the day, Angel's earnings are more than what he usually gets that is why Harry found himself eating with Angel in a vegetarian restaurant called Life café no matter how much he protested.

When they finished eating, Angel asked if Harry has anywhere to stay for the night.

Feeling that Angel was going to invite him to stay for the night, Harry told Angel a lie while wincing. Harry couldn't help but say sorry in his head for he could not stop himself from lying to someone like an angel. It's not that he doesn't want to stay with Angel. He trusts him but he just couldn't just barge in on Angel's life! Angel should only worry about his health. And with Harry living with Angel, Angel would also worry about him too. Added stress would weaken Angel's health and Harry couldn't let that happen to Angel.

After answering Angel with his lie, Harry gave Angel a long hug before he smiled and say, "Goodbye Angel! Take care of yourself."

Then he ran with his trunk somewhere as far away from Angel as possible before Angel could say another word to him.

"Wait!"

But Angel's plea went unheard. With a sigh, Angel let Harry go. He couldn't just let Harry stay when Harry doesn't want to be a bother.

"I hope he'll be alright." Angel murmured as he put his hands to his back pocket.

'What's this?' Angel thought when he felt some kind of papers on his back pocket. Taking it out, his eyes widened when he saw folded money bills that he couldn't remember placing there. Unfolding it, he noticed that the bills are not dollars but pounds. What surprised him more is that it equals to 980 pounds!

"What is Harry thinking? He needed it more than me." Angel murmured to himself, wishing that he didn't let Harry go easily.

Harry on the other hand, ran until he noticed that there are men following him. Obviously he renewed his efforts in getting as far away from those men. It's not that he is judging before knowing them but they looked like they would hurt him.

Unfortunately, he found himself being trapped.

"Hey kid, what do you have there with you?"

"Give the trunk to us or you'll get hurt!"

"Yes what he said."

Harry couldn't possibly just give up his possession! His trunk has his father's invisibility cloak, his precious broom and his photo album.

"No!" Harry boldly said.

"Well, you left us with no choice kid." The man from his right said while cracking his knuckles. The others were smirking evilly having given the chance to beat someone up.

Bracing himself from one of the worst fight he'll ever find himself, Harry almost missed someone shouting, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO THE KID?"

Looking around, Harry noticed that the one who shouted was wearing a scarf from what little he could see from him.

A.N. 2 Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Next chapter's on… no idea. Wait and see