HP/SPN: Touched by an Angel (Harry, Castiel)
Title: Touched by an Angel (IV)
Author: nilitara
Fandom: HP, SPN
Rating: PG
Charaters: Harry, Castiel
Summary: Years from now, people would wonder how Harry became the loving boy he is.
For: crossovers100
Prompt: 010. Years.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of their respective creator. I own nothing.
Note: Thanks to dixid who read through the story and corrected my mistakes. If some are still there, they are mine.
Touched by an Angel - Main entry
010. Years.
Years from now, when the truth about the Dursleys and their idea of magical child rearing would be revealed to those who really cared about Harry, they would all ask themselves the same question: how could Harry have grown up to be such a caring boy? How could Harry still have such a great capacity to love after living so long with people as bad as his relatives?
One of those people would be Minerva McGonagall. She had been there the night Dumbledore decided to place Harry with his only living relatives. She had watched them before, wanting to know what kind of people the little boy would live with, and she hadn’t liked what she had seen. She had warned Dumbledore against putting him there that night. However, when he had refused to listen to her, she had backed down, never stopping thinking about the fate that awaited Harry there.
She had imagined what his life would be like, even though she had never imagined it to be as bad as it was in reality, and how he would come to be at Hogwarts. Knowing the Dursleys, she was imagining he wouldn’t know what love was because she knew there was no way these pathetic excuses of human beings could find it in themselves to love the little wonder who had been left on their doorstep.
She was imagining Harry would be withdrawn, without any inclination for contact with others, an outsider at such an early age. She was imagining he would not understand the concept of family, what it really meant, what length you could go for those you loved as such. She would be proven wrong.
When Harry would arrive at Hogwarts, he would not be an outsider. He would do everything in his power to make friends, real friends and not just people who wanted to know him for his fame. He would be nice, polite, caring, always ready to share, whether it be money, food or information, and he would also prove he was ready to sacrifice himself for his friends, the way people did for their loved one. He would be everything she was thin king he wouldn’t be and she would wonder how he was able to stay so good even though he was living with the people Dumbledore had chosen. She would never find the answer but would remain grateful to the Lord for that.
Madame Pomfrey would be the first one to discover the true extend of the abuse Harry had suffered at the hands of his relative and they weren’t only psychological. There were too many scars scattered on his body, his bones had suffered many breaks throughout the years and there could be only one reason for that. It would pain her to know what the little boy had been through - and was probably still going through - but she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it except report her findings to the Headmaster.
Yet, when she would talk to Harry, she would discover something so very different to what she expected from someone having been abused all his life. He wouldn’t fear touch, there wouldn’t be many nightmares or bed-wetting and, even more, there would be a selflessness that spoke of a great ability to love, an ability that many of those who had been through what Harry did had lost along the way. Harry would be different though and she would never know why.
Hermione Granger was an intelligent girl, the smartest witch of her generation. She knew it, of course she did, but she also knew there was lot of things you couldn’t find in books, particularly when it dealt with the human minds. She did try but she knew that, sometimes, she could only fail if she did.
When she met Harry, she realized it. She would understand immediately his family was bad news, how could she not. He would never talk about them or, when he would, you would see that there was no affection between them. He would never receive any letters or gifts, he would never go home during the holidays and would try to go anywhere but there during the summer, the clothes he wore would be far too big and yet the area in which he lived would let her know that the Dursleys had more than enough money to buy him decent clothes, his glasses would be out of prescription - if they had ever been it - and, most of all, he would hide his intelligence.
Unlike Minerva McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey though, Hermione, in the end, would know why her friend had become such a loving person. She would know because she would be the one and only person he would confide in about Castiel. He would need her help to figure out what had happened with his guardian angel. And she would always keep the secret, never telling a soul what Harry would chose to admit to her.
She would be the only one to know that the one thing that had preserved the good and the love inside Harry was the guardian angel that had looked out for him all throughout his childhood years, when he needed guidance to become the good man he would turn out to be years later.
However, all of that would only happen years from now..
Author: nilitara
Fandom: HP, SPN
Rating: PG
Charaters: Harry, Castiel
Summary: Years from now, people would wonder how Harry became the loving boy he is.
For: crossovers100
Prompt: 010. Years.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of their respective creator. I own nothing.
Note: Thanks to dixid who read through the story and corrected my mistakes. If some are still there, they are mine.
Touched by an Angel - Main entry
010. Years.
Years from now, when the truth about the Dursleys and their idea of magical child rearing would be revealed to those who really cared about Harry, they would all ask themselves the same question: how could Harry have grown up to be such a caring boy? How could Harry still have such a great capacity to love after living so long with people as bad as his relatives?
One of those people would be Minerva McGonagall. She had been there the night Dumbledore decided to place Harry with his only living relatives. She had watched them before, wanting to know what kind of people the little boy would live with, and she hadn’t liked what she had seen. She had warned Dumbledore against putting him there that night. However, when he had refused to listen to her, she had backed down, never stopping thinking about the fate that awaited Harry there.
She had imagined what his life would be like, even though she had never imagined it to be as bad as it was in reality, and how he would come to be at Hogwarts. Knowing the Dursleys, she was imagining he wouldn’t know what love was because she knew there was no way these pathetic excuses of human beings could find it in themselves to love the little wonder who had been left on their doorstep.
She was imagining Harry would be withdrawn, without any inclination for contact with others, an outsider at such an early age. She was imagining he would not understand the concept of family, what it really meant, what length you could go for those you loved as such. She would be proven wrong.
When Harry would arrive at Hogwarts, he would not be an outsider. He would do everything in his power to make friends, real friends and not just people who wanted to know him for his fame. He would be nice, polite, caring, always ready to share, whether it be money, food or information, and he would also prove he was ready to sacrifice himself for his friends, the way people did for their loved one. He would be everything she was thin king he wouldn’t be and she would wonder how he was able to stay so good even though he was living with the people Dumbledore had chosen. She would never find the answer but would remain grateful to the Lord for that.
Madame Pomfrey would be the first one to discover the true extend of the abuse Harry had suffered at the hands of his relative and they weren’t only psychological. There were too many scars scattered on his body, his bones had suffered many breaks throughout the years and there could be only one reason for that. It would pain her to know what the little boy had been through - and was probably still going through - but she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it except report her findings to the Headmaster.
Yet, when she would talk to Harry, she would discover something so very different to what she expected from someone having been abused all his life. He wouldn’t fear touch, there wouldn’t be many nightmares or bed-wetting and, even more, there would be a selflessness that spoke of a great ability to love, an ability that many of those who had been through what Harry did had lost along the way. Harry would be different though and she would never know why.
Hermione Granger was an intelligent girl, the smartest witch of her generation. She knew it, of course she did, but she also knew there was lot of things you couldn’t find in books, particularly when it dealt with the human minds. She did try but she knew that, sometimes, she could only fail if she did.
When she met Harry, she realized it. She would understand immediately his family was bad news, how could she not. He would never talk about them or, when he would, you would see that there was no affection between them. He would never receive any letters or gifts, he would never go home during the holidays and would try to go anywhere but there during the summer, the clothes he wore would be far too big and yet the area in which he lived would let her know that the Dursleys had more than enough money to buy him decent clothes, his glasses would be out of prescription - if they had ever been it - and, most of all, he would hide his intelligence.
Unlike Minerva McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey though, Hermione, in the end, would know why her friend had become such a loving person. She would know because she would be the one and only person he would confide in about Castiel. He would need her help to figure out what had happened with his guardian angel. And she would always keep the secret, never telling a soul what Harry would chose to admit to her.
She would be the only one to know that the one thing that had preserved the good and the love inside Harry was the guardian angel that had looked out for him all throughout his childhood years, when he needed guidance to become the good man he would turn out to be years later.
However, all of that would only happen years from now..