0028: Harry's Angel - Angela Jean Nelson
Really, really need to get going on that backlog...
TITLE: Harry's Angel
PERPETRATOR: Imagine-Gurl210
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Angela Jean Nelson
SPECIES: Human/Muggle, I think...
HAIR: "long, waist length, golden, blond hair"
EYES: "brilliant blue eyes (Just think of Daniel Radcliffe's)"
MARKINGS: None mentioned
POSESSIONS: None mentioned
ORIGIN: Her parents are abusive. This is never shown, only described. Whenever they go out to get drunk, she goes to Harry's house, where she feels safe. All I'm thinking here is, "the Dursleys let him have a girlfriend?!"
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Harry loves her, but she's dating Ron. Oh, angst, angst!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "She moved swiftly, as though she were gliding instead of walking."
NOTES: In the immortal words of Terry Pratchett: "Argh, ARGH, ARGH!!!!!"
That's all I have to say.
SAMPLE:
Friday seemed far away for Harry. He had gotten the letter, and sent the reply, on Monday. There was still the whole week.
On Wednesday, Harry told the Dursleys he was leaving two days from then. They nodded but didn't say anything. At around 1:30 Thursday morning, there was a knock on Harry's window.
It was Angela. Harry smiled and opened the window, but when he caught the look on Angela's face, his smile faded.
Angela slipped into the silent house and dumped her stuff on the floor. "Angel? Are you." Harry began but stopped, because Angela had stepped into the light and it had illuminated her face.
Harry saw a bruise surrounding her left eye. "Oh Angel!" He pulled her into a strong hug. She sobbed uncontrollably into his neck.
"They were drunk! They found out I had been coming here!" She said choking on her sobs. "How?" Harry smoothed her hair down.
"I don't know! I don't know!" Angela cried for a good 10 minutes before she finally pulled away and wiped her tears. Harry grabbed the Floo Powder Ron had given him, and his trunk.
Quietly they crept downstairs. Angela stood in the fireplace, Harry's trunk handle in one hand and her trunk handle in the other.
Holding Hedwig's cage under his right arm, Harry stood next to her. She smiled at him, and took his right hand. He held the Floo Powder in his left and said clearly. "The Burrow!"
Tossing the Floo Powder, they soon found themselves on the floor of Ron's house, covered in soot. They stood up and were greeted by Ron and Molly Weasley.
"I thought you were coming tomorrow." Ron said to Harry. Harry put his arm around Angela. "We had a change of plains." He said.
Mrs. Weasley noticed Angela's bruised eye. "Oh, Angela honey!" She hugged the girl who began to sob again.
Molly led her upstairs and Ron turned to Harry. "Her parents shouldn't be allowed to walk this earth. I mean how can you abuse her!" He asked raising his eyebrows.
Harry shrugged and followed Ron upstairs with their trunks. After dumping his stuff in Ron's room, Harry carried Angela's trunk to Ginny's room. Seeing Harry, Ginny blushed and rushed out of the room.
Angela was sitting on the second bed; her bruise had been removed by a spell done by Mrs. Weasley. She was wiping her eyes with a tissue.
Harry put her trunk at the foot of her bed and sat next to her. "You okay?" He asked giving her a small smile and taking her hand. Angela nodded and sniffled.
She let out a shaky breath before talking. "Mrs. Weasley said I'm not going back there. She said she's gonna work something out where I can stay here." She said smiling.
Harry found himself thinking how beautiful she looked. He quickly wiped the dreamy expression from his face. "Well, good night, big day ahead of us tomorrow. Diagon Alley and school." He said making a face.
Angela nodded and Harry, feeling particularly lovable, tucked her in. He even planted a small kiss on her forehead. She gave a small giggle and smile. "Night Harry." She said.
"Night Angel." He said grinning and left the room. He went upstairs and went to bed himself. "So, is Angela like, seeing anybody?" Ron asked as he turned off the lights and climbed into his own bed.
Harry gave him a piercing stare, seeing as Ron couldn't see him in the dark. "No, why?" He asked slowly. Ron shrugged and grinned. "Just wondering." He said.
"That's all you better do." Harry muttered to himself. Ron didn't hear him.
TITLE: Harry's Angel
PERPETRATOR: Imagine-Gurl210
SUE-O-METER: (how bad is it?)
WRITING:
SUEAGE:
WRONGNESS:
FULL NAME: Angela Jean Nelson
SPECIES: Human/Muggle, I think...
HAIR: "long, waist length, golden, blond hair"
EYES: "brilliant blue eyes (Just think of Daniel Radcliffe's)"
MARKINGS: None mentioned
POSESSIONS: None mentioned
ORIGIN: Her parents are abusive. This is never shown, only described. Whenever they go out to get drunk, she goes to Harry's house, where she feels safe. All I'm thinking here is, "the Dursleys let him have a girlfriend?!"
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Harry loves her, but she's dating Ron. Oh, angst, angst!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "She moved swiftly, as though she were gliding instead of walking."
NOTES: In the immortal words of Terry Pratchett: "Argh, ARGH, ARGH!!!!!"
That's all I have to say.
SAMPLE:
Friday seemed far away for Harry. He had gotten the letter, and sent the reply, on Monday. There was still the whole week.
On Wednesday, Harry told the Dursleys he was leaving two days from then. They nodded but didn't say anything. At around 1:30 Thursday morning, there was a knock on Harry's window.
It was Angela. Harry smiled and opened the window, but when he caught the look on Angela's face, his smile faded.
Angela slipped into the silent house and dumped her stuff on the floor. "Angel? Are you." Harry began but stopped, because Angela had stepped into the light and it had illuminated her face.
Harry saw a bruise surrounding her left eye. "Oh Angel!" He pulled her into a strong hug. She sobbed uncontrollably into his neck.
"They were drunk! They found out I had been coming here!" She said choking on her sobs. "How?" Harry smoothed her hair down.
"I don't know! I don't know!" Angela cried for a good 10 minutes before she finally pulled away and wiped her tears. Harry grabbed the Floo Powder Ron had given him, and his trunk.
Quietly they crept downstairs. Angela stood in the fireplace, Harry's trunk handle in one hand and her trunk handle in the other.
Holding Hedwig's cage under his right arm, Harry stood next to her. She smiled at him, and took his right hand. He held the Floo Powder in his left and said clearly. "The Burrow!"
Tossing the Floo Powder, they soon found themselves on the floor of Ron's house, covered in soot. They stood up and were greeted by Ron and Molly Weasley.
"I thought you were coming tomorrow." Ron said to Harry. Harry put his arm around Angela. "We had a change of plains." He said.
Mrs. Weasley noticed Angela's bruised eye. "Oh, Angela honey!" She hugged the girl who began to sob again.
Molly led her upstairs and Ron turned to Harry. "Her parents shouldn't be allowed to walk this earth. I mean how can you abuse her!" He asked raising his eyebrows.
Harry shrugged and followed Ron upstairs with their trunks. After dumping his stuff in Ron's room, Harry carried Angela's trunk to Ginny's room. Seeing Harry, Ginny blushed and rushed out of the room.
Angela was sitting on the second bed; her bruise had been removed by a spell done by Mrs. Weasley. She was wiping her eyes with a tissue.
Harry put her trunk at the foot of her bed and sat next to her. "You okay?" He asked giving her a small smile and taking her hand. Angela nodded and sniffled.
She let out a shaky breath before talking. "Mrs. Weasley said I'm not going back there. She said she's gonna work something out where I can stay here." She said smiling.
Harry found himself thinking how beautiful she looked. He quickly wiped the dreamy expression from his face. "Well, good night, big day ahead of us tomorrow. Diagon Alley and school." He said making a face.
Angela nodded and Harry, feeling particularly lovable, tucked her in. He even planted a small kiss on her forehead. She gave a small giggle and smile. "Night Harry." She said.
"Night Angel." He said grinning and left the room. He went upstairs and went to bed himself. "So, is Angela like, seeing anybody?" Ron asked as he turned off the lights and climbed into his own bed.
Harry gave him a piercing stare, seeing as Ron couldn't see him in the dark. "No, why?" He asked slowly. Ron shrugged and grinned. "Just wondering." He said.
"That's all you better do." Harry muttered to himself. Ron didn't hear him.