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Authors note – This is my second guardian Angel fic. It does not matter if you have not read the first one 'Guardian Angel' though that may explain a little more about where angels come from. I am writing another one but this time Harry will be at Hogwarts in his first year and you will learn a lot more about Jane's past and the reason why she is not in the Fates good books. I'm not sure if I will finish it but if you want me to, just tell me and I will. Only one has to ask I shall write. Enjoy. Beak
Guardian Angel – Of Cars and the Rain
The rain poured down on the little grey street. Water ran down the grey roads and paths, along the curb and into the iron drains. It had been raining for the last four days and the resident of Little Winging Surrey wondered if it would ever stop.
The rain continued to pour down in steady sheets from the dark, grey clouds as the figure of the young woman just appeared under the bus stop. Over her black blouse and her long flowing skirt she wore a long black coat that ended along with her boots, at the top of her ankles. A simple silver cross hung around her neck. The only thing that made the woman stand out were the sunglasses perched on top of her dark curls and the fact that she was completely dry.
Jane had never been particularly fond of water - well not for the last one hundred years. She had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that in 1885 she jumped off a cliff, fell into the strong forces of the pulling ocean and was bashed brutally against sharp rocks before she finally drowned. The splattering of the rain on the plastic shields of the bus shelter only severed as a painful reminder.
It was a very wet and rainy afternoon at the beginning of autumn yet Jane seemed the least bit affected. Her pale skin showed no sign of the cold , her lips stayed red instead of turning that expected shade of blue. Her fingers and hand slay listlessly at her side, uncovered. If truth be told the presence of the sunglasses on the top of her head suggested that she had no idea that the summer and the sun had ended a few weeks before.
Jane had only been standing at the bus stop for a little while before the sound of steady rain was broken by the slow, tired plodding of young feet. A few seconds later she watched as a small, wet figure appeared around the corner on the other side of the street.
The boy was heavy with his clothing soaked in rain water. His thin jacket may have one been water proof but it was now clear that the only thing the piece of old fabric offered was warmth and by the looks of things not a lot of that. Rain dripped off the bottom of his small backpack, splashing in puddles on the pavement. Thick drops of rain landed on his head spreading through his jet black hair, causing the usually disordered strands to form thick clumps which hung of his forehead, covering his eyes so he was forced to look down. Every now and then he would try and brush his wet hair out of his line of vision but to no avail.
Jane felt a flash of annoyance at all the trouble Harry's hair was about to cause in the coming minutes.
Looking out into the rain with a sigh, Jane forced herself out of the dry and into the wet shower. She gasped as the cold rain hit her head and quickly started to course down her pale cheeks. With the rain came the memories, painful memories she had long since buried.
Walking in a steady pace across the road – the point at which Harry would soon cross – she held her head up and ignored the rain as it made her hair so much heavier, plastering thick curls to her head. She had just started to cross the road when the car turned came into view from around the corner.
Jane sped up as she watched the red car clear the corner and saw Harry step out onto the road without looking, completely oblivious. If she did not hurry, in a few seconds she would fail and the wizarding world would no longer have a saviour.
The black of Jane's outfit suddenly lit up as the cars headlights cut through the dull street and the colourless rain. Jane was two metres away from the car and she had nearly past it. Harry had just stepped in front of the first headlight. As she kept on walking Jane threw out her right arm, placed it on the small boys shoulder and forced him to step back.
"BEEP" The car sped by with a warning, straight over the spot where Harry and Jane had just been standing.
Jane was too terrified to move. She had felt how close the car had been as it brushed her black coat when it passed. She was still standing on the edge of the road, still holding onto Harry's shoulder.
The boy just stood there looking up at her with shocked green eyes. Staring into the eyes of the dark stranger who had just saved his life. Black eyes connected with green and, without a word, Harry nodded his head in nervous thanks and carried on walking across the street.
Jane's hand fell to her side as he moved away but she did not move. She just stood staring into space, the rain making her clothes blacker than they already were, her skin pale with cold, her hair hanging in heavy wet curls around her cheeks.
Turning around she watched Harry walk around the corner before wiping a hand against her wet eyes – nothing to do with the rain – and disappeared.
Authors note – This is my second guardian Angel fic. It does not matter if you have not read the first one 'Guardian Angel' though that may explain a little more about where angels come from. I am writing another one but this time Harry will be at Hogwarts in his first year and you will learn a lot more about Jane's past and the reason why she is not in the Fates good books. I'm not sure if I will finish it but if you want me to, just tell me and I will. Only one has to ask I shall write. Enjoy. Beak
Guardian Angel – Of Cars and the Rain
The rain poured down on the little grey street. Water ran down the grey roads and paths, along the curb and into the iron drains. It had been raining for the last four days and the resident of Little Winging Surrey wondered if it would ever stop.
The rain continued to pour down in steady sheets from the dark, grey clouds as the figure of the young woman just appeared under the bus stop. Over her black blouse and her long flowing skirt she wore a long black coat that ended along with her boots, at the top of her ankles. A simple silver cross hung around her neck. The only thing that made the woman stand out were the sunglasses perched on top of her dark curls and the fact that she was completely dry.
Jane had never been particularly fond of water - well not for the last one hundred years. She had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that in 1885 she jumped off a cliff, fell into the strong forces of the pulling ocean and was bashed brutally against sharp rocks before she finally drowned. The splattering of the rain on the plastic shields of the bus shelter only severed as a painful reminder.
It was a very wet and rainy afternoon at the beginning of autumn yet Jane seemed the least bit affected. Her pale skin showed no sign of the cold , her lips stayed red instead of turning that expected shade of blue. Her fingers and hand slay listlessly at her side, uncovered. If truth be told the presence of the sunglasses on the top of her head suggested that she had no idea that the summer and the sun had ended a few weeks before.
Jane had only been standing at the bus stop for a little while before the sound of steady rain was broken by the slow, tired plodding of young feet. A few seconds later she watched as a small, wet figure appeared around the corner on the other side of the street.
The boy was heavy with his clothing soaked in rain water. His thin jacket may have one been water proof but it was now clear that the only thing the piece of old fabric offered was warmth and by the looks of things not a lot of that. Rain dripped off the bottom of his small backpack, splashing in puddles on the pavement. Thick drops of rain landed on his head spreading through his jet black hair, causing the usually disordered strands to form thick clumps which hung of his forehead, covering his eyes so he was forced to look down. Every now and then he would try and brush his wet hair out of his line of vision but to no avail.
Jane felt a flash of annoyance at all the trouble Harry's hair was about to cause in the coming minutes.
Looking out into the rain with a sigh, Jane forced herself out of the dry and into the wet shower. She gasped as the cold rain hit her head and quickly started to course down her pale cheeks. With the rain came the memories, painful memories she had long since buried.
Walking in a steady pace across the road – the point at which Harry would soon cross – she held her head up and ignored the rain as it made her hair so much heavier, plastering thick curls to her head. She had just started to cross the road when the car turned came into view from around the corner.
Jane sped up as she watched the red car clear the corner and saw Harry step out onto the road without looking, completely oblivious. If she did not hurry, in a few seconds she would fail and the wizarding world would no longer have a saviour.
The black of Jane's outfit suddenly lit up as the cars headlights cut through the dull street and the colourless rain. Jane was two metres away from the car and she had nearly past it. Harry had just stepped in front of the first headlight. As she kept on walking Jane threw out her right arm, placed it on the small boys shoulder and forced him to step back.
"BEEP" The car sped by with a warning, straight over the spot where Harry and Jane had just been standing.
Jane was too terrified to move. She had felt how close the car had been as it brushed her black coat when it passed. She was still standing on the edge of the road, still holding onto Harry's shoulder.
The boy just stood there looking up at her with shocked green eyes. Staring into the eyes of the dark stranger who had just saved his life. Black eyes connected with green and, without a word, Harry nodded his head in nervous thanks and carried on walking across the street.
Jane's hand fell to her side as he moved away but she did not move. She just stood staring into space, the rain making her clothes blacker than they already were, her skin pale with cold, her hair hanging in heavy wet curls around her cheeks.
Turning around she watched Harry walk around the corner before wiping a hand against her wet eyes – nothing to do with the rain – and disappeared.
