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A/N: Another Fred x Angelina story in the house! Another one shot here… or not! I'll divide the story into two chapters and once I get at least five positive reviews for this one I'll put up the next chapter. Enjoy!

Rolling the Dice

It was a cool weekend night and Angelina Johnson was bored. Everyone was celebrating Fred and George's latest fireworks prank against Umbridge. Fireworks were everywhere: in the common room, outside Gryffindor tower, on the grounds, inside the castle.

Admittedly, it was fun at first, but as Angelina lay against her pillows and closed her eyes, it was very dangerous and the last thing she wanted (not that she'd admit it to anyone) was to have Fred expelled.

There was a loud explosion outside the dormitory. Katie and Alicia squealed excitedly as silver-winged firework-lets flew past the window. She frowned. It would take a miracle for her to sleep with this racket. She pulled apart the hangings surrounding her bed, meaning to tell them off for disrupting the quiet.

Her eyes fell on the pair of black dice on her bedside table. They were a Christmas gift to her from her parents.

"Wish-granting dice, Angelina," said her father as she unwrapped the gift.

She stared at it. It was made of light, shiny flawless black marble embedded with glowing rubies. "It's really nice, but you don't really believe it can grant wishes, do you?"

Her mother smiled from beside her father. "You never know, sweetie. But just in case, use it well."

She carefully took the dice from the table and closed the hangings, forgetting the real reason why she pulled them apart in the first place.

Use it well.

She unrolled the small scroll of parchment that came with the dice. It explained what the combinations meant:

Same even number – ask for whatever you want!

Same odd number – your worst nightmare shall haunt you very soon

Different even numbers – be it fame or shame, others' wishes for you are granted

Different odd numbers – speak no more; your heart will say the truth

In the darkness, the dice seemed to tingle with magic and the rubies had an eerie glow.

Rolling the dice.

A game of chance.

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. Sheesh, it doesn't work, Angelina! She rolled the dice. After all, who ever heard of real wish-granting stuff anyway?

Two glowing fives met her eyes. She consulted the scroll. Your worst nightmare shall haunt you very soon. "What the hell…" she murmured. She rolled the dice once more.

This time a glowing one and another five appeared. Speak no more; your heart will say the truth. Her eyes widened slightly and her mind went back to one of her Charms lessons with Professor Flitwick.

"Class, today we will discuss the Mirror of Erised," Flitwick as usual was perched on top of his infamous pile of books. "Now, who can tell me what the Mirror can do?"

Angelina raised her hand. "It can show the deepest, most desperate desire of anyone who looks into it."

"Very good Miss Johnson. Five points to Gryffindor…"

Was this like the Mirror of Erised? Could it really tell what her heart's desire was? She shook her head, opened the hangings a bit and replaced the dice on her bedside table.

After all, who ever heard of real wish-granting stuff anyway?

A/N: Okay you know the deal. Five reviews before I update the story:D