Disclaimer – I only own Jane but and Tim's Treats, nothing else Authors note – I might actually do the one off story on the Guardian Angels but I will not turn it into a novel length fic as I seem to have a problem updating the stories I have already started. Please enjoy this one-shot fic and review.

Guardian Angel

Jane loved being a Guardia n Angel. She got to be anyone she wanted, be they tall, dark or mysterious strangers who always seemed to know who you were and where you were even if you knew nothing about them. She knew all the secrets of all the races; the wizards, witches, eleves, dwarves, goblins, songspinners, gnomes, man, shapeshifters, the fairies. She knew the secrets of travelling between time, worlds and different realities. She could be anything she dreamed of and was everything she had wished when she had lived a mortal life. Jane had long forgotten the small, shy, forgotten girl she had once been.

It was a mild summer's day in mid-July when Petunia Dursley had taken her young son and nephew shopping in town. The streets were cramped with people fighting their way through the crowd toward their favoured destination. The sun beat down on the dry streets. With no clouds to offer any sufficient cover the woman, in her mid-twenties, did not look out of place sitting in the shade of a big umbrella outside of a small café sipping, on a glass of water. Watching as the crowd rushed past her.

In truth she was barely noticed, wearing a fitted black blouse with a long flowing skirt that just reached her ankles, which the tops of her black ankle boots. Dark sunglasses covered her dark eyes fixed in place by her thick, dark brown hair which fell in long, curly waves past her shoulders. Around her neck she wore a simple silver cross.

Jane sat outside the café and watched as Petunia Dursley pulled a chubby five year old boy into the sweet shop across the road after harshly telling the dark hired boy to stay outside and not to speak to anyone. Tears of frustration and hurt threatened to appear from his glistening green eyes. Jane had seen this look before and had long since tried to ignore it, knowing she could do nothing. The boy always wore this expression when we wondered what he had done wrong to not deserve the same love and attention as his cousin, Dudley Dursley.

For four years Jane had been assigned as Harry Potters Guardian Angel. Ever since his parents had died Jane was the one to watch over him, to make sure that he came to no harm. She had been a Guardia Angel for a long time but she had never had a charge as young as Harry.

As soon as the door of 'Tim's Treats,' closed behind Mrs Dursley's back, Jane began to count mentally in the back of her head. One minute until sixteen year old Simon West walked out of the shop. One minute and ten seconds until the boy, not seeing Harry, accidentally forced the small child into the crowd. Two minutes later Harry was completely and utterly lost.

In reality Harry had only moved a few yards away from the outside of the shop but to a small toddler, lost in a pressing crowd of towering men and women, it must have seemed like an absolute nightmare. Harry was pushed further and further up the street. Adults and teenager walked up and down the street paying no head to the small child their legs brought with them.

Three...Two...One.

Standing up, Jane placed the water glass on the white, latticed table along with a pound tip. Her face became covered in warm sunlight as she walked away from the cover of the umbrellas. She walked slowly and easily against the flood of people hastily travelling up the other end of the cobbled street.

Seeing her charge less than a metre in front of her, Jane lifted her left hand up towards her glasses, as though adjusting them from the glare of the sun, leaving her left hand to swing carelessly just a little apart from her body. Making it easy to grab a little boys left hand and carry on walking.

Jane felt Harry jump in surprise as her hand gently encased his. He was too surprised and scared to offer any resistance and so he just carried on walking against the crowd, his hand in hers. To anyone with time to glance it looked like a young mother guiding her son through the crowd.

They were almost at the sweet shop, thirty more seconds until Petunia and Dudley exited 'Tim's Treats.'

Jane bowed her head as she led Harry to the place in front of the shop window where he had previously stood. She kept her head bowed as she walked past the shop window and gracefully, let go of Harry's hand. She lifted her head back up as an oblivious mother and son walked out of the shop door, smiling as she disappeared into the crowd.

The End