Part 1
If someone had told five year old Harry Potter that he would be saved by an angel, he wouldn't have believed them. Why would any angel ever want to save him?
But there could be no other explanation for what he was seeing.
He’d been in his cupboard for only a few minutes or so - Aunt Petunia had sent him there, because he’d messed up her roses - when it was wrenched open, and he had seen a vision of Beauty. She was younger than Aunt Petunia… She even looked younger than his English teacher, Miss Maker, but she was really pretty. Her hair was like silver and gold at one time, and her face was beautiful, and her eyes were so pretty and blue.
She looked like she’d been mad when she had opened his door, but as soon as she’d seen him, Harry had seen her mouth drop, and the sunshine leak out of her eyes.
He almost reached out to cheer her up, because Angels shouldnt be sad, before he’d remembered his place.
And then been very sad himself, because if she had become sad seeing him, didn't that mean he had made her sad?
He must have been a horrible freak to make an Angel sad.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” Harry heard his uncle roar from behind the pretty angel, and he’d shrunk back a bit. Uncle Vernon wasn't very nice when he was angry.
“What you refuse to,” The Angel said back sharply, flashing him a smile before she stood up to face his relatives. Her voice was pretty too, somehow.
“You can't just barge in here, you freak! We took him in - ,” Aunt Petunia was saying, when the Angel cut her off.
“And look where that’s gotten him. I’m taking him with me.”
Harry’s eyes widened. The pretty angel was taking him with her? Why? Wasn't he a horrible person? He’d messed up Aunt Petunia’s flowers and made her sad!
“You can’t! We wont allow it!” his aunt was saying.
“I’d like to see you try,” the angel snarled, and suddenly there was a fire in her hand, and Harry could see his Aunt and Uncle shrink back. He gawked. The angle had sacred his Aunt and Uncle? How? Why are they scared of the pretty blue fire?
“F–Fine!” Aunt Petunia said, “Take him! See where that gets you!”
And suddenly the fire was gone, like it had never existed, and the pretty lady - the Angel - had turned back to him. She was smiling now, and her eyes had sunshine in them again. Harry thought he liked her smile. It was warm and pretty, like her.
“Hi Harry,” She said, her voice soft and comforting, as she stuck out one of her hands, “You don't know me, but my name is Fleur Delacour. Would you like to come with me?”
Harry blinked, looking down at the offered hand. In a tiny voice, so that his relatives wouldnt hear, he asked, “W.. With you? Away from… them?” “Mhm!” the lady, Miss Fleur, nodded, “Far, far away.”
For the first time in a long time, Harry looked at her smile, and allowed himself to hope, “Y.. Yes.”