Yeahhhh... I was away for way to long but hey, shit happens. Mainly school and procrastinating happens.
Hope you don't hate me...

Harry walked into the large building, it had way to much windows and seats but that was the way it normally was in a church. The windows were depicted with vivid images that were lifted straight from the bible, the pews were empty with a few exceptions here and there, the reverent was walking about the pews in the back where she had entered while most of the people were seated in front of the altar but still far enough apart from each other to be alone in a sense. The reverent had noticed her and nodded in her direction as a greeting, Harry nodded back but it was mostly out of respect and not out of social nicety's. Most people in the world deserved respect especially soldiers, teachers, role models and obviously people in the service industry, Harry could see that this reverent had a look on the world that was needed in every religion, this view was one of love, while respect and Harry may not be able to comprehend one of those emotions anymore but she could at least show the later one in answer to his silent greeting.

The reverent was tending to some of the candles you lit in a church, the ones you light for a family member or just as a prayer, Harry could feel the wishfully energy that was put in so many of the flickering lights. Some were strong, a desperate cry for help in a sea of prayers, while others were a little bit fainter but still steady and carried on the stream to the place where all dreams go in hope for an answer. Harry walked towards those candles and took in how many people wanted help but not help for themselves, these were prayers for others and Harry felt how much human kind loved each other. In answer she pulled out a big purple candle, it was so dark it almost looked black but there were small markings carved in them with what looked like a pure golden ink. She walked towards the reverent and silently spoke to him so she would not disturb all the other people in the church. "Hello sir, I have something that may help further your cause." Her tone was urgent but kind as the reverent looked at the candle in her hand.

"That is very kind of you ma'am but you don't have to give such a beautiful gift," His eyes were sincere as he spoke and looked back and forth between Harry and the candle. "A prayer is enough."

Harry smiled a little at his answer and kind tone and she found the gesture genuine and the emotion she had rarely felt on this earth was welcomed whole heartedly. "It is nice that a prayer would suffice but I think I can help more than that." She held the candle up to the light and the reverent saw the markings etched into the big 6 x 10 inch candle. "There are hard times coming and everyone will need a bit more than a prayer," Harry turned the candle and the runes in it sparkled and shone. "All these people prayed for something, but always for someone else, it is nice to see that the human race still consists out of humanity. You may renounce this candle or my beliefs but these people hope for something and I would like to help that hope get a little farther and become reality."

The reverent didn't look appalled or angry at these words even though it was evident it was based on a other belief than the one from his church. "Every bit of help is welcome. Tell me, how can this candle help?"

"This candle will burn for many days or even weeks if you are careful with it, light it in times of need and put it amongst the other prayer candles" Harry was kind of nervous for the answer she would get, she knew this was a weird request.

"Any kind of help is welcome here, you may not follow the path that I walk on but your intentions are coming from the place that is most important; your heart. I will do as you advice so my patrons may see what I see even though they may not believe the same things you know to be true." This was the answer that greeted her from the reverent lips and Harry felt her lips curl upwards in a genuine smile.

Harry just bowed her head in silent thanks as she handed the candle to the reverent whom took it with soft and caring hands. The reverent followed the woman with his eyes as she made her way back outside not knowing but only suspecting that the candle he held in his hands would truly do what she had described.

Harry just made it outside of the little but popular church when she halted in her steps, below the little stairs that lead to the door of the establishment stood a certain master criminal looking like he was going to an important corporate meeting. He was sharply dressed and there was no hair out of place on his head, the only thing that was off was a shit eating grin like he was expecting her to step out of the building and just wanted to see her reaction.

Harry cocked her head to the side like a bird would do, "Why on earth are you waiting for me mister Moriarty" she said as she walked down the steps towards him.

Moriarty's grin didn't falter, it even grew a little into something else but Harry couldn't place exactly what kind of emotion it was meant to represent. "Well, it is ever so nice to have you 'pop' in from time to time Hariel but I wanted to know if I could find you myself." Moriarty's tone rose a little bit when he mentioned the word 'pop' and Harry smiled at the change in volume.

"You can call me Harry if you want." She said with a smile as she reached his side.

"Only if you call me Jim." His tone was almost flirty and Harry almost giggled, instead her face somewhat twitched into a smile, the emotion was felt inside but it was almost as if her body couldn't comprehend it. She knew how she looked, she was an unnatural bright blotch on a muted painting that was meant to show it, she was meant to stand out and this end was clear. You only had to look at the colour of her hair and eyes, how her skin glowed and her face was too perfect, her hair flowed like it floated in water and Harry had to trap it down in a fancy bun just to hide that fact. She knew she looked good but her experiences at Hogwarts, before she became an entity she could not describe, were average at best. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard Jim talking to her but she was to distracted by emotions to notice what he was saying, soon half an hour passed and Harry found herself back in the house where she first met Jim.

"You are here to observe me and the actions I take right?" Jim asked Harry and finally dragged her out of the corners of her mind.

"Yes, besides a few errands that is what it boils down to." Harry answered as she took of her coat.

"Well, I know this is kind of forward for you but I have an extra room in this and every other safe house I own." Jim said as he took Harry's coat and put it and his own jacket on coat hangers.

"What are you implying Jim?" Harry asked but she knew where this was heading.

"Stay here," Jim's answer was simple but Harry knew he had calculated every scenario her presence would have caused. "You can go out when you want, just make sure you do it your own way so you won't be followed and you can pop in when you want."

"I think that is a great idea," Harry said towards the person that was steadily moving away from being a stranger into something that Harry was not used to, how could one describe a person one felt friendly towards but were totally off the moral compass? "but taking me in will come with unexpected things happening. I don't know what that will be but something is bound to be weird around me."

Jim mused at the deadpan tone he heard in her voice as she basically described herself as abnormal, as if he didn't know that already. "I am pretty sure I can handle weird". He said with a grin while Harry nodded and turned away from him to inspect the room he had offered her. Harry would be an invaluable source of power to him, he could be unstoppable if he played this well seeing no one could stop an entity such as her.

The next weeks were not precisely weird for Harry, lots of things happened that would always happen around her. She went on some errands for Jim because she was bored, she went on some errands for Death because, well because he was Death to be honest, you could be Death's master but still errands had to be done. Sometimes she was gone for a few minutes, sometimes it took an hour or two but there were a few cases where she was gone for days, those days weren't spent on either Jim or Death, those days were her 'emotional days'. She could feel those days brewing the night before they would happen, it was a sinking feeling one would feel just before something bad happened, those evenings were grey as she tried to battle the feeling down as she hated the 'emotional days' that came after. But nothing could stop those days from happening, Harry would wake up with nightmares of the early days, her hair would fly and weave around her head as she shot up in bed from those nightmares, those were the nights that Jim would sleep restlessly and wake up to an empty house. The first time it happened he was kind of worried that Harry was gone as she was such an important part of his plans, the second time he woke up especially early due to the overflowing emotions of grief and terror flowing through the house. He had quickly put on a bathrobe and made his way silently to the kitchen only to be stopped by a song softly played out of hidden speakers, he didn't know the song but he had looked it up later and it turned out to be a song by a small Dutch band named Son Mieux and the song was named Hiding, he saw Harry's hair flow more erratically than it normal did as it was circled by numerous floating cups of what he suspected was tea. Harry turned towards the doorway and Jim expected her to see him but she didn't, she was lost in thought and her face was full of something he didn't see often on her, it was full of grief and terror, as if she was reliving something in her life and couldn't look past the emotions in her head. He had quickly walked back to his room, an emotionless Harry was normal even though emotions were cracking through more often but this was even much for him, he figured Harry would tell when she was ready.

I hope y'all liked it!

-Anne