Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I only own the plot of this fanfic.

WARNING: This is SLASH. If you do not like slash or don't know what it is the LEAVE
NOW!

Chapter 2: My Guardian Angel

He hated his family. He hated his life, and he hated this long road that lead absolutely nowhere. He also hated himself for running away without thinking to bring any food.

Harry had been walking for four days straight now, only stopping to pass out on the side of whichever road he was on, and sleep. Harry didn't know where he was now or where he was headed. The only thing he did know was that wherever he was going, the Dursleys wouldn't be there.

'I am such an idiot,' Harry thought to himself for the millionth time as he walked down yet another street, 'and where the HELL am I?'

Harry glanced around his surroundings trying to find something familiar, or at least something to give him a clue as to where he was. He seemed to have strolled into a small, quiet town, with dirt roads and very few people or automobiles to be seen.

'Well…' thought Harry as he looked around, 'this is nowhere I've ever been before.'

This wasn't surprising considering that the only other places Harry had ever been to besides Little Whinging and Hogwarts was Diagon Alley and the Weasley's house. Wherever that was.

Either way, Harry hadn't seen much outside of London, and this certainly wasn't London.

'Great,' Harry thought sullenly as he continued walking down the street.

It was getting dark again as night fell on the little town, and Harry once again had nowhere to go. So he kept walking.

'Maybe someone will take pity on my pathetic state and give me food and shelter.'

Harry still had injuries from his last encounter with Uncle Vernon. His whole body was covered in bruises and practically his whole face was purple from the black eye he had received. Not to mention the pain that shot through his ankle every time he took a step, and Harry didn't even want to know about the internal injuries he might be sporting.

Harry shuddered with the thoughts of what had happened at #4 Privet Drive only four days ago. 'Enough thinking about that,' Harry thought as he looked for any possible saviors. 'Mourning over what happened in the past never solves anything.'

Harry continued to look around for some sign that there were people in this town that would give a damn about him, but he found none.

All the people he had seen either ignored him, or looked at him with disgust and walked away quickly. He must be delusional if he thought for one second that people would care about him. Maybe the Dursley's were right. Maybe he was just a freak.

Harry's stomach grumbled loudly as he passed a small grocery store. The sight of the food only made Harry realize how hungry he was. He had some experience with not having food for a few days, but even the Dursleys had at least given him a can of cold soup a day. Now he had nothing. Harry could not remember ever going this long without a scrap of food and it was really wearing him down.

'Maybe the searing pain in my stomach will go away if I ignore it.' Harry glanced longingly at the food in the window as his stomach gave another loud rumble. 'Ya…' he thought sarcastically, 'it'll all just go away.'

So Harry reluctantly passed the store and went in search for somewhere he could sleep for tonight.

After another hour's search for a place to stay, Harry came upon the largest, and most beautiful gate he had ever seen. It was at least 50 feet tall and its many bars formed a large arch at the very top. The bars were made of a gleaming gold that shone in the moonlight and made the gate look even more amazing. At each side of this large gate were walls of solid white stone that reached almost as high as the gate. When Harry looked down the road, the stone walls seemed to go as far as Harry could see in both directions.

'Wow…' was all Harry could think of as he stared at the magnificent sight before him with his slowly drooping eyes.

These walls were obviously made to hide something. Most likely a very expensive something.

Too tired to really care what happened to him anymore, or whether or not the owners of this gate would allow him to go near it, Harry promptly walked over onto the grass in front of the stone wall. He then collapsed form huger, exhaustion and the strain of his life.

He loved this town. It was small, private and had a sort of old fashioned feel to it. And thankfully there were only a few muggles who lived here, most of the stores and homes were owned by witches and wizards. He especially loved to walk around the town at night when the moonlight shone bright and reflected off everything. The glow from the moon gave the town an unearthly atmosphere.

Tonight as he walked around the town, he thought of his previous year at Hogwarts. He thought of his friends, Quidditch, and his 'enemy'. Harry Potter.

He didn't really hate Potter, and personally, he was getting sick and tired of their constant fighting. He was tired of all the pranks he had to pull, of all the insults he had to come up with every day, and he was tired of having to constantly have a sneer on his face. It wasn't easy to sneer. The muscles of your mouth being pulled into an unnatural pose, eyes cold and emotionless. Sometimes he really hated being a Malfoy.

'O well,' he thought as he headed outside of town and towards his mansion. 'It's not like I'll get a chance to show who I really am any time soon. Dwelling on it will only made fighting with Potter even harder.'

When he was nearing the gates to Malfoy mansion, he noticed that there was something, or someone, lying beside the white stone wall.

'Is that a homeless person?' he wondered as he stepped closer to the thing on his lawn.

As he got even closer, and the features became clearer, he concluded that it was indeed a person.

'But who would dare go near the "Haunted Malfoy Mansion."'

Everyone in the town knew of his father's reputation as an 'evil' man. So many rumors were told, that no one went anywhere near the mansion for fear of being killed. Or worse.

As he stepped beside the person lying on the ground, he noticed that the person, whoever he was, wasn't in a very good condition. The boy was lying on his side with his arm draped over the top of his head and he was curled up in a fetal position. It looked as though the boy had been in a fight. The part of the boy's face that he could see was covered in bruises and his ankle was twisted in an odd way.

Very gently, as to not wake him, he rolled the sleeping boy onto his back and took at better look at his face.

"Holy shit…Potter!" he exclaimed as he got a good look at boy's face.

Now that he could properly see the boy, the tell tale features of the boy-who-lived were unmistakable on his face. The messy raven hair, eyes concealed behind thick round glasses, that were now broken, and the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

'Yep, it's definitely Potter,' he thought as he examined the sleeping boy before him. 'Wait a second… what is that on his face?'

To get a better look at the boy-who-lived, he removed Potter's broken glasses and set them in his pocket. He then assessed Potter's condition.

"Oh my god!" he yelled into the night air as he glimpsed the side of Potter's head.

Not only were there bruises all over Potter's face, but on the left side of his head, there was a deep red gash that was spewing out blood at a constant flow. Now that Potter was on his back, he could see that there was a large dark red puddle underneath Potter's head that could only be blood.

"He must have hit his head on the wall when he passed out," he said to no one in particular. Knowing that a cut on the head could not be at all good, he made a decision to take Potter back to the Manor.

'But firstI need to deal with his cut'

So he searched around for something that he could wrap around Potter's head. Finding nothing suitable he decided, rather reluctlently, that he would have to use a piece of his own robes. Using his teeth, he tore a piece of his beautiful and expensive robe and gently wrapped it aroung Potter's head.

'Now how the heck am I supposed to get him home?'

Potter was very small for his age, but for some reason unknown to him, Potter still managed to be at least two inches taller that himself. Whether it was because he was born to be a seeker or that the Malfoy's pure blood (1) was affecting his DNA, he didn't know. But for whatever the reason, it didn't make carrying Potter up to the manor any easier.

'If only we were able to use magic this would be a lot less difficult' he thought to himself as he contemplated the easiest way possible to carry Potter.

Deciding that he would just try to lean Potter against him as he walked, he leaned over and picked up one of Potter's arms to sling over his own shoulder. As he did this, Potter began to stir and mumble things as he was brought slowly to consciousness.

'Oww…my head.' This was he first thought that popped into Harry's head when he stirred into consciousness. The last thing Harry remembered was seeing the large gate and deciding to sleep near it. He did not remember doing anything that could have given him this unbearable pain in his head. Now if felt like there was someone with their arm around him, trying to help him sit up. But that couldn't be right.

"Potter, are you alright?" said a muffled voice coming from somewhere above him.

'Okay…maybe there is someone beside me' Harry thought. But thinking only made his head hurt even more so he gave that up quickly.

"Potter… Potter!" said the same frustrated voice.

Deciding that he didn't want to anger this person further, Harry sat up slowly with the help of the mysterious person, keeping his eyes firmly shut as dizziness over came him.

'I think I'm gonna be sick…' thought the distressed Harry as he learned over to one side.

But having eaten nothing for days, all Harry ended up doing was dry heaving while the person above him held him steady.

When he was certain that he was done, Harry tried to sit up once again but the person beside him laid him gently on the grass, speaking words that did not reach Harry's ears.

He felt really tired again, even thought he had just awoken from sleep a few minutes ago. But before he could pass out again, Harry slowly opened his eyes to get a glimpse of the one person in this miserable town who had helped him.

The person beside him, Harry decided, looked like an angel. He had almost white, blond hair that shone in the moonlightand made his hair look like a halo around his golden head. This hair framed a beautiful pale face that was positioned above Harry with what seemed to be a look of concern on his face. But since he no longer wore his glasses, the image above him was blurred and unfocused.

'He's an angel,' Harry thought sleepily as he eyes fell closed, 'my guardian angel.'

AN: First of all, I have absolutely no clue where the Malfoys live and what their town is like so please forgive me. ; Secondly, I hoped that the few people who actually read this enjoy my story so far and that's it's not completely horrible.

Thanx to all who Reviewed! (that being only three people…) you guys are awesome!

(1) What I mean by this is that, (its mentioned somewhere in one of the books) there aren't very many purebloods left in the wizarding world so some families marry muggles. So for the Malfoy's blood to be completely pure, I think that somewhere along the line there was some incest happening. If I'm wrong or whatever, my train of thought here doesn't effect the storyline in any way so it doesn't really matter.( I'll stop rambling now)