Author's note- This is a continuation of Zahra's story. She was having trouble with her computer (it wouldn't upload) and she gave up. I offered to finish it for her and so TAA DAAA!!!! You get stuck with me.

Disclaimer- Angelina, muggles…are not mine. Of course. The plot, Jenny, Peter and Mark Johnson are. That's it.





- Angelina struggled to sit up. Someone tried to push her back again, but she wouldn't let them. She forced herself up. She was in an…ambulance. Yes, it must be. There were people around her. She could here the siren. She struggled to look back, out the window. There was something out there…she couldn't quite make it out.

"Lie down, Miss, please…" She heard the voice but shrugged it off, concentrating on the shape that was getting steadily further away.

She squinted, somehow she knew she just had to find out what it was. It was green, a sort of…green misty shape. Big. It looked like a head. No, not a head, a skull.

The realisation struck her hard, like a shock wave, only there was no actual physical touch. She keeled over backwards. She heard a sigh, but it sounded like it was coming through a wall, or a double-glazed window. Muffled, unclear, not real.

Hadn't they seen it! Hadn't they noticed the sign, or were they all blind? Was she the only one that had seen it? The Dark Mark. His mark.

A sound, half chocked, rose in her throat, like a scream. No, no, it couldn't be true. It couldn't, it couldn't.-



Angelina flopped down onto her bed. It was good to get home, it always was, even though she missed Hogwarts. Kipper, her tortoiseshell cat, jumped up onto the bed next to her, and rubbed against her leg. She smiled and stroked his silky fur.

"Well, I'm back." Kipper looked up at her and purred, and she laughed. "Yes Kipper, I'm glad to be home too."

Two days later, Angelina was sitting at her desk, reading a letter that had arrived from one of her muggle friends, a girl she knew from her ice skating classes (which she had taken before she went to Hogwarts). She was frowning slightly.

Dear A.J,

Well, as you're reading this, you must be home from boarding school. I would have come to talk to you myself, but I'm currently in Switzerland with Tom, LOOKING FOR AN APARTMENT!!! How cool is that?

We've decided to come live here. I've applied to do pre-med at the Hôpital Universitaire here, and it also means I can keep up my skating. There's a really nice rink here, and I'm sure I could get lessons there.

Actually, what I was going to ask you is what plans you have now you've graduated? I remember you once mentioning taking a gap year. It must have been a while ago, though. And I was thinking, maybe you'd like to come and stay with us here. You can catch up with your skating, you know Coach Kaleigh always said you had talent.

Well, I don't have much time left to write. Write back, or call me on my mobile, and we can discuss it.

Lots of Love,

Steph (and Tom)

At the bottom of the paper were an address and a phone number. Angelina sighed. Well, she ought to write back. But she didn't really know what to say. She was glad that Steph and Tom were still together. She hadn't heard from them since last summer. She'd rather hoped she meet up with them. Yes, she would write back. But not now.

She turned to face her bed, and winced. It was covered with books, robes and all sorts of things left from Hogwarts. Maybe she should finish unpacking first.

-Harsh noises cut through the blackness, and then a light that blinded her, even though her eyes were closed. Everything about her surroundings was unfamiliar. She could hear nothing familiar, the smells were unfamiliar…and she couldn't see. She tried to open her eyes, but all she could see was light, blinding, terrible light. She tried to cry out for help. Why couldn't she see? Where was she? What was going on?

Then a hand pressed against her arm. It was warm, it comforted her, and there, among all the unfamiliar things, it alone was familiar. But she couldn't tell who it was. She tried to say something again, but nothing came out. And then a voice cut through the confusion in her head.

"Angel, it me, Daddy. Everything's going to be all right. Daddy's here"-



Not long after she had received the letter from Steph, Angelina's mother, who for once was not working whilst her daughter was on holiday, offered to take her and her little brother Mark to their local adventure park. (Well, it wasn't really local. It was an hours drive on the motorway.) It had seemed like a good idea. Angelina always liked spending time with her mum and Mark.

In fact, the only reason that she hadn't, in previous years, spent her whole summer away from home and her abusive dad was that then she wouldn't be able to look after Mark. She had remembered thinking, when she was little, that her mum worked so often because she didn't like her. When she was older she knew it was because she had to get out of the house, away from her husband. She had asked her mum, once, why she didn't ask for a divorce. Her mum had shrugged it off. Later, she had overheard her mum and dad fighting. And understood.

***She reached the front door, but found it locked. Hardly surprising. It was the summer holidays, just before Angelina's fifth year at Hogwarts. She was supposed to be at Alicia's, but she had had to leave early, when Alicia's older brother had turned up accompanied by the muggle police. So she had come home. She hadn't wanted to. Mark was at a friend's house for the night, and her mum was working a late shift (she was a paramedic). She dreaded the thought of spending a night alone with her dad. He would be drunk. Aggressive. He would scare her. But she couldn't tell Alicia that. So she came home.

The lights upstairs were on, but she didn't want to disturb her dad, so she unlocked the door with her key instead of wringing the bell. But as soon as the door was open, she knew something was wrong. Her dad had said he would be alone, but there were sounds coming from upstairs. Shouting. Screaming. She closed the door softly and crept to the bottom of the stairs. From there, she could hear the voices, make out what they were saying. It was her mum and dad. Fighting.

"Well what if I want to divorce! I can't do this anymore! I work awkward hours. I rarely see my kids! All the money in this house, its from me. You slob around during the day, and drink at night. I just can't live like this." Her mum. She broke off with a sob.

"You can't leave, Jenny, I need you here, the kids need you. You won't leave them." Her dad. Pleading. Then angry, threatening. "You wouldn't leave them here, would you? But you wouldn't have any choice. You work almost all day, every day. There'd be no one to look after them. You'd have to pay. You'd have to leave them. You won't do that, will you!"

Angelina could tell he was drunk. His voice was slurred. Her mum spoke for her.

"They won't give you charge. You're always drunk. You couldn't look after them, you'd starve them. Angie can look after Mark."

"Angie never here. She's away at that God damned school all year."

"Why do you think she goes? Why do you think she never comes home at holidays? She's scared of you, Peter, just like the rest of us. You scare them! And me!"

Angelina's chest hurt. She had known her mum was scared, but to hear her admit it… Her mum, who was so independent, who brought in the living, who loved her children more than anything…

"Angie?" some one whispered her name, someone small and afraid. She looked up. Mark was standing at the top of the stairs, looking at her, "Angie, I'm scared. Mummy and Daddy are shouting. They're scary, Angie."

She looked at her little brother. Her was wearing his Postman Pat pyjamas. He was only four. Why did he have to hear this? "Come here, Mark. I'll look after you."

He came down and snuggled next to her on the stairs. Together, they sat in the darkness and listened to their parents.

"I love my kids, Jenny. I'm here for them. I don't disappear for days on end."

"Is this how you show it? You're drunk. You scare them. You may love them, Peter, but they don't love you. They're scared of you. And I don't love you either."

It was the last straw for Peter Johnson. He had cracked. On the stairs, his two children heard a crash, and a scream. Their dad yelling. Then he came out of the room, slammed the door. Angelina pulled Mark to his feet, and stood in front of him. Their dad stomped down the stairs, then paused when he saw them. Angelina stared back at him, he gave her a look that asked her to forgive him. She shook her head. He sighed, then stomped down the stairs. And yelled up at them, at their mum,

"I'm going out. I'll be back later." He slammed the door.

Angelina had hurried Mark into his bedroom, gone to see her mum. He had smashed a glass vase against the door, then struck out at her. Angelina helped her mum into her bedroom, brought her ice for the bruise. And a painkiller. Put her to sleep, as if she was the child. Then gone to see her brother. Mark had insisted on sleeping in Angelina's room, with his mum. They had slept together on Angelina's bed, and Angelina had slept on the floor. She did not know when her dad got back. But he was there in the morning. And no one mentioned the night before.***

Angelina sighed at the memory. That was what life was like for her. She had nodded, yes, she would go with her mum and brother. They had piled into the car to go to the park.

At the end of the day, Jenny Johnson had won a big blue dinosaur which she gave to Mark, and a rather garish beaded necklace for Angelina. They had had fun. They had laughed. This was the sort of thing a mum should do with her kids.

In the car, her mum's blue mini, with Angelina in the front and Mark in the back, on the way home, it was getting dark, and Jenny had turned to her children and smiled. Then said, for what seemed like the first time in a long time, "Angie, Mark. I love you, you know that. And so does you're father, even if he doesn't show it very well. He does love you, don't ever forget it. But he has…problems. You understand."

"Yes mum, we understand." Angelina rested her hand on her mum's arm. "We understand."

Her mum smiled at her, then turned back to face the road. And saw the truck.

Sorry this is short. I'll try and get Zahra to help me with the next part. All reviews are welcome!!!