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Angel in My Head	By : Aridethdar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 14773 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the wonderful and lovely JK Rowling does. I do not make any profits from this, writing fan fiction is purely for my entertainment and the enjoyment of others should I choose to share XD lol

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the wonderful and lovely JK Rowling does. I do not make any profits from this, writing fan fiction is purely for my entertainment and the enjoyment of others should I choose to share XD lol
Summary: The ritual to restore Voldemort’s form did far more than the Dark Lord thought. Now the shard inside Harry is aware and willing to help the boy. But will this work for the Dark Lord, or against him?
Warnings: Language… That’s all for now I do believe. Will be slash/yaoi/maleXmale…
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Key:
“Talking”
‘Thoughts’
~ Voice in Harry’s head XD lol ~
§ Parseltongue §
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Angel in My Head

Chapter One: Reaction

Word Count: 1889 (ironic… that‘s the same as last chapter lol)

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Contrary to popular belief, Harry LOVED to garden. The actual “chore” was wonderful for relaxation, and he truly enjoyed seeing the fruits of his labor.
It was being forced to work his ass off in the hot, unforgiving sun until he looked like a bloody lobster that the teen didn’t much care for. The Dursleys liked to send him out in the heat of the day as punishment sometimes, and Harry was surprised that they hadn’t been reported for child abuse.
~ Of course not. People never help the children that truly need it. ~
Sadly Harry had to admit the voice was right.
~ We’ve been over this, don’t think of me… ~
‘As a voice. I know. But I honestly don’t believe I can see you as an Angel either.’ Harry cut in and he could sense the other male was slightly miffed at his cheek.
~ What about a Fallen Angel? ~ The voice asked sarcastically, and Harry couldn’t help but smile.
‘Very well, if you insist. But I shall call you Fallen for short. Fallen Angel is much too long.’ Harry thought with a pompous tone which earned him a snort in response.
~ Are you sure you’re not a Slytherin? Because if I’m not mistaken, you just played me. ~ From the tone his “Fallen Angel” used, Harry could tell the male wasn’t sure if he should be impressed or insulted.
Harry preferred to think that he impressed the “Angel in his head.” After all, Harry was a rare specimen! It wasn’t every day that someone met the freak of all freaks.
~ You are NOT a freak! ~ Fallen responded with such a passion it caused Harry to stop weeding the lovely garden and focus more on his strange “guest.”
‘Am I not? Really? Because last time I checked, it was freakish for one to talk to people in their head.’ Harry sneered.
He really hated to be reminded of his differences, but at the same time he wanted to make sure that his “visitor” knew just what Harry was.
~ I’m another story… You are not a freak. You are a Wizard, Harry, and in no way does that make you a freak. Don’t let those Muggles make you believe otherwise. ~
‘Muggles make me believe that way? Ha! The entire Wizarding World STARES at me whenever I walk by. I’m the bloody Boy Who Lived, a walking talking FREAK SHOW. Muggles started it, yes, but the magical community just reinforced what my relatives always said…’
~ Seems I have a lot of work to do if I am to correct the damage done to your psyche… ~
Harry snorted in amusement.
‘Yes, the voice in my head is going to fix my head. Brilliant.’ Nope, he wasn’t crazy at all…
~ Stop that! You’re not crazy. ~
“BOY, you had better not be slacking!” Uncle Vernon’s voice yelled from one of the house windows and Harry quickly got back to work.
Last thing he needed was to be locked away in the cupboard without food for days… again. Though his body was beginning to get used to the lack of nourishment, he knew that he needed to eat at least a little if he wanted to keep himself alive…
But did he really want to?
~ Yes, you want to stay alive. You have so much to live for. ~
‘Or really?’ Harry paused as he pulled out a particularly stubborn weed. ‘And what, pray tell, do I have to live for? There is a psycho Dark Lord out to kill me in one world, and my relatives who would rather me be dead in the other. I have fickle friends, or no friends. I…’
~ You are powerful and wealthy in the world that COUNTS. If you used your influence to your advantage you would be a force to be reckoned with and the Dark Lord would not be after your life. ~
There was a long silence as Harry thought about what Fallen had said.
Could it be true? Could he really use the fame he hated to his advantage? Could he really put himself, purposefully, into the spotlight even if it meant saving his life?
‘I don’t know…’
~ You never know until you try! You have been stuck behind this mask… the one you had to adorn to appease the Muggles. You are constantly trying to please everyone by sacrificing yourself at every turn. Don’t you think it’s time you did something for yourself? ~
Well, that was true. Harry did try and make everyone happy. He did what others wanted, what others expected of him, constantly.
‘Actually, I don’t remember the last time I ever did something for myself…’ Harry thought offhandedly.
~ Exactly! Think of your parents. They gave their lives so that you could LIVE. Do you honestly believe THIS is what they wanted for you? For you to be a House Elf to MUGGLES? For you to merely survive? ~
What Fallen said did have some merit.
~ Trust me, Harry. This isn’t living. I can help you. ~ Fallen stated and Harry could feel him in the back of his mind, could feel the emotion pouring off the entity, and the teen was stunned.
Fallen was serious. The voice, the ANGEL, in his head truly wished to help him.

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‘No one has ever offered to help me before. Not really, not like this…’ Harry thought in awe.
Oh, how many times had he wished that someone would offer him assistance? To extend a helping hand and save him from this hell? For a savior to come and take him away from the Dursleys?
But all those had been wishful thinking. Mere dreams with no realistic value whatsoever. The imagination of a child conjuring a knight in shining armor that would fade away once reality hit.
~ I’m not going anywhere Harry. I’m here for you, and in a way I‘ve become a part of you. All I need is for you to trust me. ~
Trust wasn’t something Harry was used to giving to, well… anyone. Then again, he’d never had anyone who had offered to save him. Sure, Ron and the Twins came and got him before second year. Fudge covered his own ass by helping Harry the summer before third…and then there was the world cup thing… but they had never offered to take him away permanently. Not once had the Weasleys, or anyone, wanted to truly save him from the Dursleys.
Or to save him from himself, for that matter.
~ I can. Though I cannot help you physically, I am more than capable of guiding you. Some of the things you will need to do will make you uncomfortable, such as bringing attention to yourself, but I assure you it would all be worth it in the end. ~
Harry was already uncomfortable with the idea. But Fallen had a point…
~ You have merely been a bystander, allowing the media and people to say whatever they like about you. But the best defense is a good offense! You need to get out there to protect yourself. Because whether you want it or not, they are going to write about you. And if you don’t give them something to go on, then they will make up whatever they damn well please. ~
Harry’s eyes widened as he remembered Skeeter and her articles. What she had written about him because he would not grant her an interview…
But he hadn’t known HOW to do an interview. He’d never dealt with reporters before. He hadn’t a clue how to talk to them, much less work with them and use their abilities to his advantage.
~ And that’s where I come in. I can help you with all that, I can coach you. Will you allow me to guide you? ~
To have someone in his corner when dealing with those sharks would be nice. And since Fallen was in his head, whether he liked it or not, anyway he might as well listen to the advice the man could offer. It was the smart thing to do, right? And it wasn’t like anyone else was offering to help him.
‘I still think I need to see a shrink.’
~ I agree. ~
Harry got a confused look on his face.
‘But I thought you didn’t want me to see one.’
~ No, I pointed out that no one currently will ALLOW you to. You should have seen a Mind Healer immediately after the Tournament debacle. You do realize that there are laws in place which require children to see a psychiatrist after any traumatic event… ~
Well that was news to Harry.
The teen thought back to all the traumatic events that he’d had the pleasure of witnessing throughout his short life. His life before Hogwarts had been a trial in and of itself, but no one knew that. Nor would they really care. Who in the Wizarding World wanted to hear about the Boy Who Lived having been abused?
~The media. ~
Harry didn’t want to think about what Fallen had said. Instead, he focused once more on all the lovely instances he should have been allowed to talk to someone about. Talk to ANYONE about, really. Who cared if they were a psychiatrist, psychologist, Mind Healer or anything of the sort. He would have been happy to have had someone to talk to who cared. Someone who wouldn’t judge him, or was too young to hear such horrors.
‘Friends are wonderful, but I would never burden them with the things I’ve been through… with the things I’ve seen. It’s bad enough that I’ve endangered them time and again…’
His first year had shown him that. Harry, apparently, was a danger magnet and just being his friend was a risk to a person’s safety. The troll. The mirror. The curse. The tasks. All had put his friends in situations that were definitely not good for their health in one way or another.
~The goody-goody student seriously set a Professor’s robes on fire? ~ Well, Fallen had found that particular situation amusing.
Granted, as Harry looked back on it now, it was humorous. But still, Hermione could have gotten a detention… or worse.
~ If your thoughts on the brunette are anything to go by, getting a detention would have been the “or worse” in her opinion. ~
‘She kind of does have her priorities backwards.’
~ And what idiot puts a three headed dog in a school full of children? ~
‘Oh, that’s only the half of it.’ Harry responded with a sigh.
~ Think about every situation, every grievance you have had over the years. ~
Harry paused. Didn’t Fallen know all about everything he’d gone through over the years? The abuse from his relatives? The “adventures” throughout the years once he’d entered the Wizarding World?
~ I was… dormant throughout all that. I don’t know about it unless you think about it. ~ Fallen seemed slightly miffed about having to admit such a thing.
‘So you don’t know everything…’
~ No. But, if you want to talk to me about it… ~
Someone to talk to? Well now that was an offer too good to resist…
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A/N: Congratz and thank you to sapphyredragon-rn (FFN)! My first reviewer for this story. As a thank you/prize, I’m working on a oneshot for her ~ Expect to see that here shortly! EDIT: Oneshot my ass, it’s grown into a monster and I will be posting the first chapter tomorrow @.@ lol
Another chapter complete ~ This is going to be picking up here soon, but it wasn’t like Harry would be like “OMG voice in my head! I’m so going to trust you just because…” That’s not realistic.
And actually, he’s probably accepting the horcrux a little too quickly, but considering all the crap he’s been through… it’s not too much of a stretch to think he would cling to someone offering him the assistance he so desperately deserves.
And he’s used to weird shit, so a voice in his head *shrugs* No stranger than surviving the un-survivable, right? Lol
Feel free to review if you like the story. I LOVE to hear from people ~
[ Posted: October 1, 2012 Updated: I haven’t yet… lol ]
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