There was an angel in the yard.

At least, that's what Harry assumed it was, even though it looked nothing like the statues and painting of them that he had seen the one and only time the Dursleys had dragged him to a church.

But the person in the yard had wings, and the only people that Harry had known to have wings were angels, so it was angel, even though it's wings were black.

Harry leaned his head further out the window to get a better look, and saw that not only the angel's wings were black, but the entire angel as well.

It was like the shadow of an angel come to life.

The angel didn't really have a face, instead having what looked like a dozen golden eyes placed randomly on the dark surface of its head, where the face should be.

But regardless of how it looked, Harry could still see how it was feeling as clear as he could anyone else, and as he looked down at the angel, he saw that it was a soft, sad blue.

There was a sad angel in the yard, a shadow angel with a face made up of a dozen burning gold eyes, and Harry went down to meet it.

Harry passed a few of the other children as he made his way down the stairs, but they didn't give him more than a passing glance before returning to what they were doing.

It was a few minutes after he left his room that he was pushing the front door open to get outside, the wind rustling his hair as he stood on the front steps.

The angel was over to the left, sitting next to the trees on the other side of the building, so that's where he went.

It didn't look down as he approached it, the angel didn't move at all, staying in the position that he had first seen it in from his room, it's head tilted up to the sky, and it's arms wrapped around its legs, though considering the angel was the same deep black everywhere, it really just looked like a large black mass, with wings coming out the back of it, and a head with its many golden eyes.

"Hello." Harry said, stopping in front of the angel, and at that, it finally did look down, all its eyes fixed on Harry.

The angel didn't have a mouth, but after Harry said hello, he suddenly heard a voice in his head that said hello back.

Well, it doesn't have a mouth, so it makes sense that this is how it can talk to me. And it is an angel, so it's not like it needs to talk like everyone else, anyway. Harry thought as he went to take a seat next to the angel.

The tree the angel was sitting next to was the biggest one in the yard, it's dark, bare branches reaching up like fingers trying trying to touch the sky.

"Angel, what are you doing here? And why are you sad?"

I am watching.

"What are you watching? Is that what's making you sad?"

I am watching you.

I am sad, because the trees are sad.

Harry looked back at the trees, which didn't look sad to him, but he was a monster, not an angel, so just must not be able to tell, and then back to the angel, that was, as it said, watching him.

"Why are you watching me? Were you looking at me earlier, too?"

I am meant to watch you, to be close if help is needed.

"Oh, well, thank you." Harry said, and the angel continued to watch him.

He didn't see any other angels around, so that probably meant that only monsters got angels.

Though he did think it was odd that he had never seen the angel before, or maybe not, considering the Dursleys hadn't ever wanted him to be seen outdoors. Because of that, besides the short time he had spent in school before the Dursleys pulled him out, he was always confined to the cupboard under the stairs.

The angel was still glowing a soft, sad blue, and Harry looked back at the trees, before cupping his hands together, and closing his eyes, concentrating hard for a long moment.

When he opened his eyes and looked down to his hands, there was a sunshine yellow rose, where before there had been nothing.

Harry looked over to the angel to see that it was still watching him, and offered it the flower.

It looked at the flower for a few seconds, before straightening up a bit, and reaching forward with one long, claw tipped hand, and taking it gently from him.

And then the angel smiled.

A line opened up beneath its eyes, where a mouth would be, that stretched from one side of its face, to the other, and when it smiled, rows and rows of sharp white teeth were revealed.

Harry would have offered a smile in return, but he felt that since he lacked the feeling that went with smiling, since he couldn't feel happy, that it wouldn't count, so he just turned back around, and looked up at the sky.

"You're happy now, do you like it?"

I do.

After the angel spoke, Harry heard movement coming from in front of him, and looked to see that a little girl was approaching him.

She stopped about a foot away from him, and tilted her head to the side, her light brown hair shifting with the movement.

"Who were you talking to?" She asked in a small, high voice.

"An angel." Harry answered, and the little girl frowned a little, before looking around him.

"But there's no one shouldn't tell lies, said that only bad girls and boys lie.

Who were you talking to?" The girl asked again, her soft whitish orange starting to become tinged with red.

"An angel." Harry repeated, but when he looked to the side to where the angel had been sitting, he saw that it, and the rose, were gone, as if they had never been there.

"I told you that it's bad to lie. You're a bad boy, and I'm not supposed to talk to bad boys. If you lie again, I'm going to tell ." The girl said, but Harry ignored her, focusing instead on the empty spot next to him.

He had been talking to the angel, hadn't he?

Or did he just imagine it? He was awake now, wasn't he?

Harry stared at the tree reaching for the sky, and saw that the angel was sitting on one of the branches, still watching him.

"What are you looking at? There's nothing there." The girl said, looking in the same direction he was.

The angel shifted it's gaze to look at the girl, but she still didn't react.

"You're strange, I'm leaving." The girl said before turning around, and walking away.

Harry watched her for a second, before turning back to the angel that was suddenly next to him again.

"She couldn't see you."

I can only be seen by those in between, was all the angel said in response.

Harry nodded his head to himself, and turned back to look at the sky.

He supposed that did make sense.