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Angelina has been paranoid all day actually the last few days has been hard for her. She keeps thinking something is going to happen.
"Angelina sit down." Draco demanded. He wanted his wife's attention.
"Oh sorry Draco." she commented not paying attention to anything. "What is wrong with you? You have been acting… odd all week." He looked her up and down waiting for an explanation. There was none. She looked at him a moment longer. "I have to go," she said in a hurry, as she turned not waiting for an answer. She ran out the hall grabbed her hooded cloak from the stairway and headed out the mansion door she walked through the garden took a left at he the tulips determination marked her features she walked on the narrow path. She walked in slower pace when the house was out of sight her thoughts were scattered she felt very out of sorts as she reached her destination a little shack in the thick of tree at the end of the neatly trimmed garden she dashed in relieved to get out of her husbands intense stare.
Draco did not know what was wrong with his wife of six years she has been acting strange. He got up from the dining table he walked out to the hall. Before he could go any further one of the house elves appeared in front of him.
"I'm sorry sir but there is a gentleman here who would like to speak with you," squeaked the little house elf.
"Who is it?" Draco asked harshly. "Mr. Montague, sir he is waiting in the living room for you." Draco walked past the house elf into the living room brow already furrowed Montague never came for a visit either for good news or horrible news either way he didn't want to see him anywhere near Angelina nor his home. He straightened his clothes his hair placed a stiff smile where his frown use to be as he pushed open the living room doors.
Angelina took a breath of relief to see no one has found her hiding place. As she walked deeper into the shack, the place lit up it was bigger like the magic tents they used at the Quidditch world cup she smiled at the memory at the experience she had with her friend. It was lavish with gold and red like her house colors she felt warm in this little shack. She sat down in a red and gold chair. She felt good to be in her surroundings again. She looked around at her school belongings. And a sad frown crossed her face she remembered when Draco demanded all her Gryffindor things to be burned but she never did she had his house elves build this little shack for her things six years ago this has been her sanctuary since, the only thing she has left. Her old life with her friends and her Quidditch teammates was long gone.
A tear escaped her eye her head hung low for a while thinking of all the memories and her seventh year she has not seen any of her friends since the day she graduated. They all think she is a traitor. She sobbed at the thought she could not even tell her best friends she was forced into this marriage. Her expression changed severely at the thought who the bloody hell will just give up there child at the tender age of ten it does not make any since. The Angry thought raced through her mind so fast she did not know where to begin.
She got up from her chair and decided to get a photo album out from the shelf she looked at it many times before but this time was different this time it seem like she had to look at it like there was something there she didn't see before. It was her old Quidditch team photo in her fifth year (she hated her seventh year photo) it was the gang again back together, it was a perfect picture. First was Alicia Spinnet her best friend they met in first year when Fred 'accidentally' put frog spawn in her hair and Alicia helped her wash it out they have been friends ever since. The there was Oliver wood the captain all the girls fancied him he was a close friend of hers also she loved Oliver like a brother he was always there for her even for a shoulder to cry on. Then there was George leaning on Katie bell with Fred on the other side of her she could always tell them apart by there eyes yes they were same color but George was so deep and passionate and you could always see that. Not saying Fred was not passionate oh, he was; he just showed it in different ways. At that thought Angelina giggled through her tears she moved on to herself. She was so young back then she looked so naïve like the only thing in her life was the sport she played. Her eyes use to twinkle with youth that shine was lost so long ago.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the next picture of slightly shorter boy with the messy black hair and the vibrant green eyes with the famous scar people have been talking about for twenty-three years. She looked at Harry the longest there was something about him. She thought. Something is going to happen and it has to do with Harry Potter. Her smile spread across her face her eyes lit with something extraordinary. She was excited about the coming events she knew nothing about. Yes, she thought something wonderful is in store for her future.
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