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Angelique followed Harry and Charlie as they walked to the floo that would connect them to their home. She swayed a little as she walked. Harry was carrying her small suitcase; she hadn't many possessions other than some clothes. She watched them both. Her dark eyes darting from Charlie to Harry.
"Angelique, I know you don't have many clothes. Would you be interested in going shopping later today or tomorrow?" Charlie asked. Angelique tilted her head, looked up at the sky, and then back at Charlie. Slowly she blinked her eyes before giving him the slightest of nods.
"Alright. We have a bed for you, a room actually. Right now we just put some of our spare sheets on the bed. I would like you to pick out some bed things you like when we go shopping," Harry stated. Angelique gave him a slight nod.
"Here we are, this is our connection. We have a floo set up to our house, since Harry has to go to work at all hours. Have you ever used the floo before?" She tilted her head back and forth.
"I know you can't speak, so Harry's going to hold you, like a tight hug. The two of you will go at the same time. He won't let go of you or let anything happen to you." Charlie explained. He knew the idea of someone hugging her might seem foreign. He'd also known of some children who didn't like to be touched in general. This would be the easiest way for them to get home, but if Angelique couldn't do it, they'd find another way.
Angelique looked at Harry and slowly stepped over to him, facing him. She wrapped her thin arms around his waist before giving Charlie a look.
"I think she understands and is alright with it," Harry said with a smile. Charlie nodded throwing the floo powder into the fireplace for Harry. He stepped in, arms around his new daughter.
"12 P and W Place," he announced. Charlie smiled watching them disappear into the green flames. A few minutes later he followed them. Harry was already watching Angelique explore her new home. She walked around the sitting room slowly, studying everything. She paused at one of large red chairs. She ran her fingers over the leather and slowly climbed into it. She snuggled against the leather and within a few seconds was sound asleep.
"I guess she was tired?"
"All the excitement, Harry. Kids wear out very quickly with a lot of excitement," Charlie stated. Harry took his word for it. Charlie knew a lot more about children than he did, having so many younger siblings.
"Should we move her to her bed?"
"She looks pretty comfortable right there, at least for now. She'll be alright. Now, we just need to tell people we adopted...should we start with my parents first?"
"They'll just want to come right over here and meet her. Maybe we can save telling everyone until she's a little more settled?" Harry suggested. He could just picture the whole Weasley clan flocking to their home staring at Angelique. He shuddered remembering how everyone stared at him at the sorting. He did not want their new daughter to feel overwhelmed.
"Good point. Let me at least contact Ginny, since we won't need the crib?" Harry nodded but before Charlie could even walk back over to the fireplace, it roared to life.
"Charlie? Harry? Are you home yet?" Ginny's voice asked. Harry shook his head. She always seemed to know when someone was talking about her.
"We're home, Ginny. No, we don't need the crib. Angelique is seven years old."
"Seven? Wow, can I come over?" Harry glared at Charlie.
"Not right now. We're working on getting everything set up. Do not tell mum!"
"Sheesh, alright. I just want to meet my new niece. Will you be bringing her to Sunday dinner?"
"Yes, you can meet here then," Charlie stated closing the connection. Harry sighed.
"They're going to want to meet her, Harry. And it's not like we can really skip Sunday dinner without an actual explaination...and no, I was not eaten by dragons. Nor do you have to go save the world again." Harry laughed.
"You're right, Charlie. We can't avoid Sunday dinner. I just hope Angelique can handle it." The pair looked at the sleeping girl.
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Angelique stirred at dinner time. Her head lifting up and looking around. Harry saw her shift and quickly moved from the kitchen to the sitting room.
"Good afternoon, Angelique." She looked at him, tilted her head to the left, and smiled slightly.
"You thought it was all dream, didn't you?" She blinked at him. He smiled at her.
"This must be rough for you, getting a new family. I'm sure you're a bit confused about everything. Would you like me to show you to your room? We can put your things away while Charlie finishes dinner." Angelique slid from the chair. She walked over to Harry and pointed down.
"Floor? No," Harry paused for a moment. What would a kid want first thing after waking up from a nap. "Bathroom?" Angelique lifted her head.
"This way then, you'll have your own bathroom. I know you're used to sharing. Here you are, the door does not lock. We do not lock the doors inside the house. The only doors with locks are the ones that lead outside. I'm going to wait out here for you." Angelique closed the door behind her. Harry could hear her moving around. He heard the toilet flush and the sound of running water.
She stepped out a few moments later and took Harry's hand.
"Your room is right here, next to the bathroom. See, that's your bed, your dresser, and a bookshelf. I know the bookshelf is empty right now. We didn't know who we were going to be adopting. Do you like to read?" Angelique let go of Harry's hand and started exploring the room.
She ran her hand over the sheets of the bed. Squeezed the pillows. She walked to the window and looked out.
"What do you think? Like we said, you can pick out some sheets and things when we go shopping tomorrow." Angelique sat down on the floor and crossed her legs looking up the ceiling. Harry and Charlie had worked hard to paint the constellations in glowing paint. She raised her hand in air tracing the shapes with her finger. Harry smiled.
"You like it? Those are the constellations." Angelique paused, holding her finger in midair. Slowly she lowered her arm and stood back up.
"I have your things right here, Angelique, would you like to put them away?" Harry asked holding up her small suitcase. She walked over and took it, opening it on the floor. She pulled out a pink shirt, walked over to the closet and looked at the hangers. Slowly she reached up, grabbed one, and put her shirt on it. She then walked back to the suitcase and hung up her other two shirts.
Harry watched her pick up a pair of pants and a skirt. She looked at them, the closet, and then the dresser. She opened a drawer, folded them neatly and put them away also.
"Is that everything?" he asked. She flipped the suitcase upside down and unzipped a small pocket Harry hadn't known was there. She pulled out two pairs of knickers and a pair of socks. She put them in the dresser also. She picked up the suitcase, studied its lack of contents and wrapped herself around Harry's leg.
"You're welcome," he whispered looking down at her. She looked up, met his eyes and snuggled back against him.