A/N: Thanks for the review SiriusBlackTheMarauder, it is much appreciated. Thanks to those who put this story on alert but please leave a review. Here is chapter 2.

Harry smiled and motioned Angelica to follow him, Ron, and Hermione. Ron and Hermione were bickering about something behind Harry and Angelica as they walked to the room where the newcomer would be staying in. Harry and Angelica just looked at each other and laughed.

"I bet you already know that they do this all of the time," Harry said, chuckling.

"Yeah, the books definitely didn't forget to mention that. It's funny though the way they'll probably end up," she said without really thinking.

"The way they'll end up?" Harry repeated with a puzzled look.

"Oh, um, just forget I said anything."

"Hey, since you know what's going to happen, can you tell me how many O.W.L's I get?" Ron asked, trying to avoid Hermione, who was scowling at how thickheaded he could be.

"Um no," Angelica replied teasingly.

"Why not," Ron shouted.

"Because if I do then you either won't try hard enough or you'll try too hard and fry your brain."

"Oh ha, ha, ha, very funny," Ron said sarcastically. She smiled to herself and kept walking. Then the group stopped at a door that Harry stepped forward and opened.

"This is your room," Harry said while pointing inside. Angelica looked inside and saw a queen sized canopy bed with some really dusty beads hanging down, actually now that she looked at the room closely, everything was dusty. At the far left side of the room stood a wooden dresser, with a lot of beaded chests on it, for keeping jewelry and other items, and a small, silver antique face mirror and brush that had the letter 'B' carved on the back of them in a very fancy way.

"Whose room was this?" She said while gaping at the beauty of the room.

"Ha something she doesn't know," Ron said with a triumphant look on his face.

"No, I was just asking I have a hunch but…was this Mrs. Black's room?" Ron frowned in disappointment.

"Yeah, it was," Harry said looking a bit uncomfortable.

"How does Sirius feel about me sleeping in his mother's room? I don't think he minds but I still can't shake the feeling that maybe he wasn't too happy at the same time," Angelica asked worriedly not wanting to outstay her welcome.

"Well, he didn't look happy, but he was the one who suggested it," Harry answered looking around the room also.

"Oh," Angel said looking away from the others as a smile and blush graced her features at the thought that Sirius actually suggested for her to stay, and not only that but in his mother's room.

"Do you like it?" Harry said interrupting her thoughts.

"I love it. I couldn't have asked for a better room," she replied and Harry smiled at her words.

"Well, you seem to know a lot about us, but we don't know much about you," Hermione commented while eyeing her suspiciously.

"Oh, believe me my life isn't so interesting," she said truthfully.

"Try us," Ron said challengingly.

"Ok, well, I have two sisters and one brother and they're all a pain. My parent's don't give a crap about me, or what I'm interested in, just as long as I get good grades they're happy. I'm 15 years old; I'll be sixteen in a couple of months. I have two best friends that I love to death and I love singing and acting. That's it." They all just looked at her with blank faces. "Oh and Harry I'm sure you'll be happy to know that you are found innocent of all charges."

"Really," Harry asked looking relieved.

"Yup thanks to Dumbledore who shows up." Ron and Harry had huge smiles on their faces except Hermione.

"But Harry I'm sure you know the seriousness of what you've done," she said happy that her friend got off but Harry had to know that he couldn't get out of all situations unscathed.

"Hermione, Harry used magic as a defense, what was he going to do just sit there and wait for the Dementors to suck out his soul?" Ron asked sarcastically.

"No, but I just think…Oh never mind," she said leaving the room without another word. Why did they always have to twist her words around?

"Any way, so, Angel I bet you don't like Quidditch?" Ron said changing the conversation to a lighter subject.

"Are you kidding I love Quidditch," Harry, Ron, and Angel got into a huge Quidditch conversation, and soon it got dark and Mrs. Weasley was calling them downstairs for dinner. The trio went downstairs and into the dining room where Mrs. Weasley and everyone else, was helping set the table.

There was a new person in the room though, the one person Angel was absolutely dying to meet. Severus Snape, the potions master of Hogwarts and Head of Slytherin House, was sitting at the end of the table with a look of absolute disgust on his face. At the very pit of her stomach Angel felt a sense of hurt, betrayal, sadness, anger, and a high case of the nerves.

'I guess it takes a bad man like that to make you realize that this place isn't as nice as you may think. There is also a bad side to this world as well, and Snape definitely brings that out,' Angel thought to herself with a frown.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by Mrs. Weasley telling her to take a seat next to yup you guessed it, Snape. She slowly walked to the seat and sat down without even acknowledging him. Angel could feel his cold eyes on her but then he turned away once everyone had taken a seat.

'When Dumbledore gets here, Snape will most likely be in the room. Shit, shit, shit, shit and double shit.'

Angel ate what was put in front of her. In the books it's always saying how great Mrs. Weasley's cooking is and now she got the honor of trying it out first hand. She took a hesitant sip from the vegetable soup and was instantly blown away. Mrs. Weasley's cooking was as good as the book had said. The rest of dinner was pretty uneventful, that is until everyone finished and there was a knock at the door.

"Ah, that would be Dumbledore now," Mr. Weasley said getting up and leaving through the dining room door and out of sight. Talking outside the door could be heard and footsteps coming closer and closer to the door.

"Ah, so she's here already?" A raspy, calm and soothing voice asked (A/N: I based my Dumbledore on Richard Harris.). Angel had no doubt the voice belonged to Dumbledore.

"Yes, she arrived around 5 in the evening today," Mr. Weasley answered.

"Perfect."

Slowly the door began to open, and Angel held her breath with excitement, and Albus Dumbledore stepped into the room.

'I can't believe it; here he is standing right in front of me.'

"Good evening everyone," Dumbledore said cheerfully, with that oh so famous twinkle in his eye.

"Good evening," everyone replied some not as cheery.

"Well, I would like all the children to go to bed. It is late and tomorrow I believe Molly would like to take you to buy your school things," Dumbledore advised but no one budged. Mrs. Weasley got up from her seat ready to take action.

"Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Fred and George go to your rooms and get ready for bed," Mrs. Weasley ordered. The people mentioned all looked in Angel's direction in disbelief.

"How come she gets to stay, after all, George and I both are of age now," Fred asked angrily.

"Yes, but you both have to act like it, and the reason Angel gets to stay is because she has some valuable information that she needs to discuss with the Order. Now to bed!" Mrs. Weasley said cautiously, trying not to give out too much information. All the children got up and out the door.

All that remained in the dining room were Angel, Dumbledore, Snape, and other members of the Order. No one spoke, not even a cricket could be heard. The youngest of the group was beginning to feel very uncomfortable but everyone looked calmly at Dumbledore, while he himself looked deep in thought. Finally, when Angel was about to reach the point that she was going to scream from the bitter silence, Dumbledore slowly opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, Angelica I'm sure you're wondering why you were brought here," he stated calmly.

"Actually, they already answered me that question," Angel said with a small smile.

"Oh good, then we can get down to business. Angelica I need you to tell me everything you know about Harry's fifth year," Dumbledore said, now looking dead serious. Angel didn't know where to begin she was at a loss for words. There was just so much to tell but first things first get Snape out of the room and earshot.

"Professor I would feel a lot more comfortable if Snape would leave," Angel said with no hesitation. There really was no time for beating around the bush.

"Professor Snape, Angelica," Dumbledore said correcting her.

"Yeah whatever, you might trust him but I don't," she answered not wanting to be rude, especially to Dumbledore, but he was leaving her no choice.

"Why?"

"I'd really rather not say," she said as everyone, even Snape himself was looking at her as if she was insane, "What? All I'm saying is that I'd feel much more comfortable, and I would tell you more if Snape would leave."

"Angelica, Severus is a member of the Order, and as much as I know a lot of us don't like the idea," Lupin commented staring pointedly at Sirius before he continued, "the point still stands that Snape is trusted by Dumbledore."

"Oh, shut up Lupin. Angel, I'm sure has a good reason to not trust Snivellus," Sirius said, defending Angel since no one else would.

"That is enough," Dumbledore ordered and silence instantly set in, "Now then, back to business." The people in the room looked at Angel expectantly, but Sirius had been right. Angel did have a very good reason to not trust Snape, but everyone is so convinced that if Dumbledore trusts him he must be good.

"Look, if Snape doesn't leave then I don't tell you what you want to know," she said holding her ground even if she is the only one standing in it. No one had ever disagreed with Dumbledore's decisions, but Dumbledore knew that there was no deterring the girl. Dumbledore admired the girl's bravery to stand up for her opinions even if the reasons were unknown. He knew that the girl couldn't leave so there was only one other way he could keep her in the world.

"Then I suppose you will have to go to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said with a smile. Angel, who was ready for an argument, was speechless at Dumbledore's words.

"Really," Angel asked disbelieving. Dumbledore simply continued to smile to Angel's amazement. Any normal person would be angry and yell at her for being so stubborn, but Dumbledore's understanding and forgiveness were only two of the hundreds of reasons Angel loved about him.

"I'm sure you were awaiting a punishment, but I respect your decision. Now I'm sure you're tired from the excitement and as is everyone else I'm sure, so off to bed and tomorrow you will be escorted back to your home to pick up your things," Dumbledore added before getting up to leave. The onlookers seemed a little disappointed that no information was gained but got up nonetheless and walked out of the kitchen. Dumbledore was heading to the front door when Angel stopped him.

"Wait, Professor?" She said cautiously looking around making sure no one was listening.

"Yes, Angel," Dumbledore said, giving his new student his full attention.

"Um, I just thought you would like to know that Harry isn't 11 years old anymore. He's 15 years old, and I think you should tell him about you know, the prophecy. If you don't it'll be too late, don't make it another mistake on your list. Goodnight, Professor," she said bidding her new Headmaster farewell before walking away to her bedroom for some well deserved sleep. Dumbledore stood looking after Angel for a good few minutes thinking her words over. She was right this much he knew but there was just so much Angel didn't know and wasn't quite ready to know either. Without another glance behind Dumbledore left headquarters.

When Angel got to her room it was really dark and she couldn't find the light switch. Suddenly the opened door slammed shut behind her without any assistance. She abruptly turned around to face the door and walked backwards. There was a loud pop and she tripped over something or someone. Angel guessed it was the latter since the person grunted as she fell over them.

"Oof, hey what was that for?" She heard the person say and it made her freeze with panic. The person scrambled around before eventually standing, groaning with pain.

"Lumos," said another voice and a bright light filled the room and there stood all the children; Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and George holding his wand with Fred next to him clutching his head in pain.

"If you guys came here to find out what the meeting was about, you wasted your time because all they wanted to know was what I knew. Oh and also that I'm going to Hogwarts with you guys. Sorry for hitting you Fred," Angel quickly apologized before turning around to find the light switch.

"You're coming to Hogwarts? Cool," Ron said completely oblivious of the full picture.

"What did you tell them?" Fred asked curiously.

"Nothing, I didn't tell them anything," Angel sighed before turning on a lamp beside her bed. Everyone looked amazed, except Hermione she seemed kind of angry.

"Why not," she asked. This girl held all the information the Order needed and she was going to tell them nothing.

"Because that poor excuse for a human, Snape, was there," Angel said with pure disgust.

"And?" Hermione replied, apparently not getting it.

"What do you mean, 'and?' I do not trust him," Angel said defensively.

"Look, Dumbledore trusts him and Dumbledore is always right," she said back.

"No, you look alright," At this point Angel was at the edge. Tears were just waiting to be spilled and Angel was fully aware of it so she took a deep calming breath before continuing, "Dumbledore is losing his touch, ok? He has always made a bad decision of taking Snape in. I don't care what any of you have to say, I've read the books I know what is to happen and I'm here to make sure it doesn't happen the way that seer saw it." Hermione looked dumbfounded, while everyone else looked kind of scared/nervous/sad/and just completely clueless. "Look, guys don't rely on anyone because if you do and that person fails you are sitting ducks. You have nothing else to do that's why it's better to do things yourself, just keep that in mind, especially you Harry. Now, if you all don't mind I would really like to go to sleep." The group nodded in understanding and left, while Fred and George apparated out of the room. When Harry was about to leave the room he turned around to face Angel.

"Why don't you trust Snape?" He asked in wonder since he himself had never trusted Snape.

"I don't think you're ready to know the truth Harry I don't think any one is. Don't fret though in time you'll know, you all will know." Harry nodded and left the room closing the door behind him. He stood outside the door deep in thought. Harry always knew that he had to do things himself but it was nice to have Dumbledore beside him for guidance along with the Order. There was no way Angel could be talking about that, could she? Harry's head was throwing out possibilities left and right so much so that a headache was beginning to settle in. With a small sigh Harry walked to his room for some very much wanted sleep.

Angel put on some pajamas that were in the room for her and crawled into the bed. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "None of them see what awaits them, but I'll make sure that they never see it." With that last personal promise Angel fell into a dream filled sleep about what Hogwarts would be like.

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