Title: Angelina (title is going to change) (2/?)
Author: Eleret
Rating: PG13 (for adult themes, language, death, and some romance)
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: Yay! First chapter! So, thanks a huge bunch to the people who reviewed first- I don't remember you're names, but thanks anyway and please forgive me. So, what should I call it people? C'mon, you know you want to give me ideas! Anyways, I hope this chapter is longer than the prologue and I hope y'all enjoy it! J
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, who will be a character in future chapters.
Chapter One: A
surprise visitor and arrangements
Fred Weasley was awakened at two o'clock in the morning by a very loud thumping on the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes- he and his twin slept in an apartment above their store. Fred groaned, wondering who could be here at such an odd hour, and got up, pulling on a bath robe, to greet the unexpected visitor.
Upon opening the door, Fred was greeted with an odd sight. Angelina was standing outside the door, hand poised to knock, with a suitcase and a tired, haggard expression.
Before he could start pestering her with questions, she held a hand up, "Please, Fred, just let me come inside and explain. I swear I have a very good reason for coming back here. Just let me inside."
Fred, who had been about to begin badgering her with questions, found himself nodding and admitting her. he grinned inwardly, Same old Angelina, he thought as he beckoned her upstairs into the small kitchen/living room/dining room and gesturing her to sit in an armchair as he sat down across from her.
Once Angelina had settled herself in the armchair, she sighed. Everything would be alright now, she was with Fred and she could stay here at least until morning.
Fred cleared his throat, "Angelina, you were going to tell me why you were here," he prompted.
Angelina blinked, "Oh, sorry. Um, here goes," she bit her lip and relayed to him what had happened. By the time she had finished, she was surprised to find she was crying.
Fred swallowed hard, this was real. This was really happening and he had no idea how to comfort Angelina, though he knew he should be. He finally reached over and patted Angelina's shoulder awkwardly, "It's okay, Angelina. You can stay here is as long as you want. Here, for tonight why don't you stay in here on the couch and tomorrow we'll figure out what to do about everything? It's late and you need to get some sleep."
Angelina nodded and let herself be led over to the couch where Fred put her suitcase. Then, Fred kissed her gently on the top of her head and whispered, "G'night, Angelina. I'll see you in the morning," and he left the room to go back to bed.
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I sat on the couch for a couple minutes, too emotionally spent to move. Then, I slowly reached up to touch the top of my head where Fred had kissed me. I felt my mouth tremble at the corners, as if trying to smile. Slowly I opened my suitcase, dressed for bed, and lay down on the couch. I closed my eyes, but it was a long time before sleep came.
Things kept replaying themselves in my mind. My mother and father, talking to Fred, my mother's dead face, her tangled hair, the darkened house, sitting in the armchair, Fred kissing me. Odd things popped into my head too, things I didn't remember seeing at first, like the color of Fred's armchair and the sign in front of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
The images began to blur together. The last thing I remember thinking before I was wiped out by sheer exhaustion was, I'm going to have a hell of a time talking to the Aurors tomorrow. Then my eyes closed unbidden and I fell into a mercifully dreamless sleep.
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A/N2: So, did you like it? I'm sorry it was short again, but I'll try to make them longer and more interesting in the future. If you have any comments, suggestions, or constructive criticism, please tell me in a review! Also, I'm still searching for a beta. If you're interested tell me in a review or e-mail me at Eleret@aol.com. Thanks and bye!