Title: Angelina (title is going to change) (1/?)

Author: Eleret

Rating: PG13 (maybe R in future chapters)

Summary: After a tragic event, Angelina seeks refuge in a friend. However, it is the height of the battle with Voldemort and there are dark times even in the safest places. What is Angelina to do when her sanctuary is destroyed and she must face reality?

A/N: Well, this is a story that popped into my head a while ago while reading the chapter in GoF about the Yule Ball. I really like it, but I tend to start stories and then get a better idea and stop the story I'm on to start another, so I will need lots of encouragement to keep it going. You know what that means, REVIEW! So, I hope you like it. Also, I am looking for a knew title and if you have an idea for one tell me in a review.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I only own the plot and a few original characters such as Miranda.

 

Prologue

I walked out of my friend Alicia Spinnet's small apartment and quickly went into the lobby bathroom. From there, I apperated quickly home.

When I felt the whoosh of displaced air that meant my apparition had worked, I sighed. I had only been apparating for a month and I was very careful not to get splinched. Then I looked to see that I had landed in the right spot. I had. I blinked; this was definitely my house, but it was dark. Weird, my parents should have been home by now. I walked out of the kitchen and into the dinning room. The sight that caught my eyes there made my breath freeze in my chest.

My mother and father were lying on the floor. The table and chairs were overturned and the pictures on the walls were crooked. I ran over to my parents who were lying half under the table in the middle of the room. I checked to see if my mom was breathing first. I turned her over so that she was face up. Her long, dark hair was falling messily around her face and her eyes were open and staring. I put one hand gently on her chest. She wasn't breathing.

I sat back in shock. She's dead. She's never coming back and I'll never see her again. Tears flowed down my face. I gulped and made myself calm down. I had to see if my father was dead- although I already knew the answer. I turned him over and, with a clench of my jaw and a shiver of terror, I felt his chest. He was also dead. I got up and went to sit in the living room. I knew who had done this. It was the Death Eaters. My parent's were both muggle- born and there for targets of the Death Eaters.

I knew I should do something- but what? I didn't want to stay here by myself, but I didn't know where to go. I should get the Aurors to notify them of my parent's death, but I didn't want to face them alone. I needed a friend to be there with me. I rolled over the choices in my mind.

I could ask Alicia, but she would just freak out. I couldn't ask Katie because she was in Spain with Lee Jordan. Then it hit me. I could go to Fred. I bit my lip as soon as this idea formed, though, because Fred and I had had a fight only about a month ago and weren't speaking. Oh well, I didn't have a choice. I stood up and went to my room across the hall.

There, I quickly packed some clothes and then, taking a steadying breath, apperated to as close to Hogsmead as I could get. Fred and George were living above their promising joke shop in Hogsmead.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside Hogsmead. I quickly went in and headed strait to their shop. I didn't even bother to check to see how late it was; I wasn't quite thinking properly. I guess I must have been in shock. The words, 'get to Fred, get to Fred' kept playing themselves through my head.

I reached their shop at a dead run and stopped in front of the door, my breath coming hard. Slowly, I reached my trembling hand up to the door and knocked hesitantly. No answer. I knocked harder. Still no answer. I pounded on the door as hard as I could. Finally, the door opened.

A/N2: Well, this is short, but it's only a prologue. Also, I am looking for a beta and if you're interested you should tell me in a review or e- mail me at Eleret@aol.com. Hope you liked it! J