Hi Me again I am, yet again rewriting dark angel because This time I'm going to do it right! Also I have been forced to do away with the points and prizes because of constant time rstraints but I will take one-shot requests to make up for it!
The Dark Angel.
Yes it is arrogant to name a character after yourself but hey It's my story. I'm compressing the chapters to increase their length as well.
Disclaimer: too lazy to say more than it's not mine
"She fell from grace, a dark angel, a savour in the shadows, determined to save unloved souls."
A Pickpocket, a common thief, A sad nine year old girl who'd been dropped on the streets as an infant, all of these described Natalia Riddle, Nat for short , ferociously independent but utterly alone.
"Another day, another few pence, hopefully…" She muttered as her striking violet eyes scoured the streets, and the pickings weren't slim, so many men heading to work or fleeing from late shifts and betrayals as they did things their wives wouldn't approve of, but such was life she knew the darkest corners of it so well. She saw the perfect target, a fat man with very little neck and an even fatter wallet approached. This was it, her blood rushed even though she'd run this a thousand times before, she ran through the steps in her head; Head down, eyes downcast look insignificant men like him never notice the insignificant, pass just a little too close, slip in and out, his pockets a little lighter. She ducked behind a trashcan as the tub of lard realized the lightness of his pocket. He rounded on the young boy he'd been walking with.
"Give me my wallet boy." The man hissed grabbing the boy's shoulders.
"I-I d-don't ha-ave it" the boy stuttered a bit of fear evident in his voice.
"Don't lie to me you little freak!" the pig man said shaking the boy HARD.
That was it, Nat may be willing to steal, but beating up on somebody who looked to weigh 300 pounds less than you was just wrong "Stop." Nat yelled, jumping out from her hiding place, this pig of a man had no right to hurt that kid. He had done nothing to warrant it, yet the pig man was beating him up. "I took your wallet you fat pig and you know what, you can have it. I can't stand thought of having anything in my possession that has touched your filthy hands!" She spat the words at him then spit on the wallet before throwing it at the man. It made a satisfying SPLAT as it hit his face. She grinned, turned, and vanished into the shadows.
HARRY'S POV
I shuddered when Uncle Vernon turned to me demanding his wallet back. He grabs my arms really hard, god I hate this, my arms are continually black and blue from him grabbing me to throw me in my cupboard or dragging me out to do more chores. I tell him I don't have it, I stuttered again, how is it that no matter how hard I try I'm still scared of him? He doesn't believe me, and starts shaking me. Now I know how a rag doll feels, just when I think my neck is going to snap from the force of the shaking someone yells stop. I silently thank whoever it is and turn my sore neck to get a better look. It's a girl, she looks about my age with long black hair that was tied in a braid. Her eyes were what stood out though, not just because of the 10-point death glare she's giving my uncle but the fact that they're violet. She yells at my uncle, I cheer for her in my mind as she calls him " a fat pig" and spits on his wallet. I hear the slap of leather hitting skin and watch as she retreats into the shadows. As my Uncle drags me away I wonder if I'll ever see her again. And faintly, I feel like I will.
It was exactly two days later, Nat was walking down the street, her trained eyes studying the business men hurrying to get to work on time. Which one was likely to have a few pounds in his wallet? Better to get them now when they're still half asleep and dulled, than to get them later when they're more alert. Then she got the shock of her life, it was the fat ass again the one who hurt that kid. He was talking to the boy quietly so naturally being the privacy respecting person she was, she snuck closer to eavesdrop. She only caught the end of the conversation, but it was enough to make her blood boil.
"You will stay on this corner until I return or you will be spending the rest of time in your cupboard." Fat ass hissed at him, anyone could tell he was not happy.
"Yes Uncle Vernon" the boy replied using all his self-restraint not to cower at the tone of voice the man had used.
Without saying anything else Uncle Vernon left.
Looking at the boy Nat could tell he was as lonely as she was, so she walked up to him.
"Hey I'm Nat Riddle. Maybe you remember me, I stole from your fat assed uncle a few days ago. I wonder if he noticed a few quid missing, eh?" She said with a smile and a wink.
He looked surprised for a moment before relaxing "I'm Harry Potter thanks for helping me out the other day." he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, it was still a little sore but, for the most part he was fine. He felt a small charge go up and down his spine as those eyes locked on his, they had a mystic quality to them and it made him wonder who she was, not just her name but herself.
"So what are you doing here in the city?" she asked.
"My uncle lives about a half-mile outside of the city in Surrey (A/N I know I know that's wrong but for the sake of the story and because geography's not my strong point…) and he works for a drill company here in London. Normally, I would have stayed home but my aunt is taking Dudley to an amusement park and Mrs. Figg, my baby sitter, is visiting relatives in Scotland, so Uncle Vernon had to bring me with him, I stay here while he works." Finishing his explanation he sat down on the curb and Nat followed suit. They sat in silence watching cars and businessmen shuffle about, a blurred sea of purpose around two stationary children.
Moments later she jumped up and snapped her fingers "I know, why don't we be friends!? we both look lonely and miserable, Surrey isn't far I could visit you or vice versa, we'll have loads of fun and never really be alone, cause we know that the other is out there to help if needed, it'll be great!" She had grin plastered on her face; the kind that comes from true elation. If Harry said yes he would be her first friend. A Friend, she knew is one's most prized possession.
Harry was stunned, no one had ever asked to be his friend before, Dudley had made sure of that, and this was a miracle. He stuck his hand out and they shook on it. It was done, the pact was made they would be together always. That pact held and they became as close as twins, or thick as thieves, as Nat taught him to hide in the shadows and how to pick locks. Nat had no home and therefore had never been to school so Harry taught her to read and write. They were inseparable, two lights in a storm, kept light by the others light. The Dursley's didn't manage to interfere in their friendship until two years later.
Still Short but better I am planning to do this for all of my stories so keep an eye out for revisions on Dark Angel and Master's Heir as well as updates for Phantom Hope!