Disclaimer: i don't own Harry Potter

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 3: The Good Samaritan

Walking around, Harry figured out that he must be in an English speaking country. Or he just learned a new language without knowing it like parseltongue but that's highly improbable. He is also sure that this is not London. He's that sure knowing that it was about past noon when he entered the travel shop and now it must be around early in the morning. Again he is sure that he did not pass out or anything because he can't for the life of him remember passing out!

So that must mean that he is in a different country! Hurray, he finally arrived somewhere not in England where the ministry would have a hard time looking for him!

The problem now is that where he is exactly.

Really, for Harry, it took a while to calm his beating heart but now that he knew was somewhere not in England, he doesn't mind the how part. For all he knew, the junk which is called a portkey brought him here.

Maybe he could ask someone? But who? They all look too busy going somewhere as if they are going to be late or something. Hmmm… maybe he could ask the guy sitting down in one of the benches?

Okay here goes nothing, "Excuse me sir, can I ask you a question?"

The guy that he ask, looked around as if looking for something until the guy shouted then running away like crazy, "GHOST!"

What is wrong with him-?

'Oh my! I forgot to take off my invisibility cloak!' Harry thought frantically.

'Calm down Harry. Just go away and leave the guy as quietly as possible and ask someone else. But before that, MAKE SURE YOU TOOK OFF THE INVISIBILITY CLOAK!' Harry told himself while walking away from the scene he helped make.

A few blocks later, Harry still doesn't know where he is. All the people that he asked seem to have no time at all to answer a simple question. It's not that he lacks a few brain cells to figure out on his own where he is. It's just that aside from Private Drive, London and Hogwarts, he hasn't really been anywhere at all!

Should he go to the station and ask a kind police man where he is?

Nope. He would be put back to his relatives as soon as they saw his trunk.

How about go to one of the establishments? But they all look expensive and a kid like me would easily capture anyone's attention. At least here in the streets, Harry would be protected by the crowd.

Suddenly someone on his right asked something to him, "Are you lost kid?"

"Hmmm…me?" Harry asked hoping that whoever asked him would not interrogate him.

"Well, you're the only kid I see here. So what brings you here in New York City?"

"I'm in New York City? That's in United States, right?" Finally! Someone managed to give him his current location albeit unknowingly.

"Yes. Wait did you ran away from home?"

"Umm, no? What made you say that?"

"Besides the trunk you are pulling?"

"Please, please don't tell anyone!" Harry begged which really surprised him. He was about to play the 'I don't know what you are talking' card.

"Relax. I'm not gonna tell on you." And with that, the stranger hugged him.

"What?" Harry asked quite confusedly for he never expected to be hugged by a total stranger.

"I just thought that you need it. I'm Angel by the way."

"Angel? It suits you!" Harry couldn't help but blurt out, his face turning a bright red color. Why oh why did he have to such embarrassing things?

"Thank you," Angel said with a smile, "May I ask why it suits me?"

"Well, I've been going around and around, asking people left and right where I am but you are the only one who gave me the chance. You're like a good Samaritan!"

"That's very sweet of you, kid. May I now ask your name? I couldn't possibly be calling you kid all the time right?"

"Oh, I'm Harry." Harry replied quite embarrassed. He was never good in receiving compliments.

"What a beautiful name Harry. Are you hungry?"

"Oh no, I've already eaten."

"Don't worry my treat."

"No. I couldn't possibly-."

"It's quite alright. Let me help you just this once and while we're at it let me tell you all that I know of in New York. Is that a deal?"

"Okay. Thank you very much, Angel."

A.N.2 Okay, I know, I update fast but please don't expect this to be updated this fast all the times. On a side note, I know it's quite naive of Harry to suddenly trust a stranger but remember, he is still a 13 year old kid. And no matter how much he experience, he is still a kid who acts quite awkwardly to everyone. It's a good thing then that he met Angel.

A.N.3 Thank you for reading! I really appreciated it. Next chapter would still be Angel and a little appearance of Mark