ANGEL'S P.O.V.

Angel woke up in an unfamiliar bed, unsure of how she got there. She sat up and looked around. She was in a small room. The walls were bare and it was cold. The only light was coming from the a lamp to the right of the bed she was lying in.

Once she took in her surroundings, her head started pounding so she layed back down. She closed her eyes again and tried to remember what happened. She wracked her brain for about five minutes when it all hit her. The house, the fire, the boys she saved, and passing out for the smoke.

She wondered where she was and where the boys were. In fact, she was just about to get up and investigate when the door opened.

In walked a man a tall thin man with a long white beard and long white hair. He wore a pair of half moon spectacles over his twinkling eyes. He had on a set of black robes. Angel had a feeling that she knew this man but couldn't place where.

"Oh, you're awake." the man said when he noticed her staring at him. "I was starting to worry."

Angel had no idea what to say. She didn't even know who the man was or what was going on. She had hoped that what the fire had just been one of her weird dreams that she had to figure out. Then again maybe this was she thought before asking, "Am I dreaming?"

"I don't think so." the man said. "But why don't we chat for a bit and then you can decide."

Angel nodded. The man pulled out this stick like thing and made a chair out of nowhere. Angel was utterly shocked but did her best not to say anything.

"First introductions, I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. But you can just call me Albus." the man said with a simple smile. "And you are?"

"Angel." Angel said.

"So is that like Cher or Madonna (A/N:Sorry I know, the wizarding population wouldn't know them but I thought it was something funny.) or do you have a last name." Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know. I was abandoned when I was a baby. I grew up in an orphanage." Angel expalined.

"I see. I'm sorry to hear that." Dumbledore said. "Now, I'm sure you have some questions for me, so I'm hear to answer them to the best of my ability."

Angel nodded and said the first thing she wanted to know,

"Those boys, who were they? And are the gonna be alright?"

"Those boys were Harry Potter and Ronald and George Weasley. They'll be fine. Thanks to you. Ronald has a few burns and a couple cracked ribs but he's okay. I actually just spoke with him. George has a concussion and a badly broken arm and leg but our nurse is taking care of that. As for Harry, he lost a lot of blood but our nurse fixed him up and is taking excellent care of him." Dumbldore explained.

"How did we get back here?"

"After you got out, Ronald, the boy you were able to wake, had enough energy left to send for help. A few friends of mine and I got the message and came to your rescue."

"There's one major thing I don't understand, I saw seven people got into that room and I know there was at least one person already in there, this was before the fire started. And I didn't see anyone come out but when I went in the room only the three boys were there. Where did everyone go?" she asked.

"Ronald said that you made the flames stop with a flick of your hands, right?" he inquired.

"I did."

"Well, the kind of magic you do isn't the only kind of magice out there. There is the kind that you need a wand to trigger. The kind that the people you say in the house last night can do. They used it to get out."

"But why did they want to hurt those boys in the first place?"

"That is a very long story."

"I got plenty of time."

"Okay, it starts with James and Lily Potter. They were married and had a son, Harry. A month after Harry was born, James made a mistake. He slept with a friend after a fight with Lily. When it was over he realized it was a mistake and went back to Lily. The only problem was the woman he slept with, Kristy, got pregnant. Kristy didn't tell James because Lily had already forgiven him and Kristy didn't want to open a new can of worms. She did tell James's best friends, though. One of which was like a brother to her. She gave birth to a little girl, Annika. Now only four people knew who Annika's father was. It would've been dangerous if anyone else knew." Dumbledore explained.

"Why?" Angel asked.

"There is this very evil wizard, Lord Voldemort, who wants Harry dead. When Annika was a month old, Voldemort killed Harry's mom and dad and tried to kill Harry but couldn't. Something happened and the curse rebounded on Voldemort, breaking his powers. Harry was sent to live with his aunt and uncle. Annika had a normal childhood until she was five. At that point, I learned that a man who did Voldemort's dirty work, knew that Annika was Harry Potter's half sister, so I had Kristy take her to America. Sadly, they found her and killed Kristy. This man, Lucius Malfoy, took Annika and made her a slave."

This all sounded vaguely familiar to Angel. She closed her eyes, trying to remember why. Then it came to her.

"Lucius Malfoy has a son, Draco, who aided in Annika's torment but his wife Narcissa didn't think it was right. Narcissa fought to keep her alive. She was caught and killed but managed to tell you how to save Annika before she died."

"How do you know that?" Dumbledore asked.

Angel held up one finger and continued the story,

"You saved Annika, a year ago, and introduced her to her brother. She went to your school and her friends protected her or at least they tried to. They couldn't protect her from Draco, though, he kept hurting, no matter how much she tried to fight him. You even put her in a hidden apartment to keep her away from him. But no one could protect her from the traitor, Fred Weasley. He took her to Draco."

Suddenly, she realized what last night's dream had been and finished putting the pieces together,

"Voldemort told Harry and his friends to go to Riddle Manor to save her. Because they cared about her so much, they walked into a trp to save her. Voldemort and his men killed the boys and took Harry's sister, friend, and girlfriend as prizes for winning. "

"But how do you know everything?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I've been dreaming about Annika since I was five. I used to get horrible nightmares about what they did to her. I never understood what they were. And I was sent to doctors and specialists and nobody could stop them. I always thought they were just dreams. That is until you told me that story.I was at that house last night because I dreamt about what was about to happen there. When I wake up from them, I have to clear my head to remember them. I went walking last night and saw the seven of them go inside." Angel explained.

"I don't understand." Dumbledore said. "Okay, right now, I have to take care of damage control with the fire and everything. Besides, Ronald would like to speak with you. Once I'm finished with my business and the other wake, I'll speak with all of you. Then we'll try to figure out why you are having these dreams." Dumbledore said then got up to leave.

A minute or so after he left, the young man with red hair that she helped out of the fire, entered the room. She was shocked that he didn't look like he had just come out of the fire. Upon further inspection of herself, she discovered she didn't either.

"Madam Pomphrey's wonderful, isn't she?" the boy said.

"What?" Angel asked.

"She'sthe nurse that's been taking care of us. She can magically heal anything." the boy explained. "Dumbledore said we all had third degree burns but we look perfectly fine, huh?"

Angel nodded. She was a little taken aback by all of this. It was one thing having powers but a totally different one to meet people who had them too. Let alone be magically healed by someone. It took her a minute to realize the boy was speaking again.

"We haven't been properly introduced." he said. "I'm Ronald Weasley. You can call me Ron."

He stuck out his hand and she shook it.

"I'm Angel." she said. "I don't know my last name because I'm an orphan."

Ron just nodded.

"So, not that I'm not grateful, but why were you there last night?" Ron asked her.

"Well, I had a nightmare and needed to clear my thoughts. So I went for a walk and happened to be going by as the seven of you were going in. Curiousity simply got the better of me. I just figured out, though, I was dreaming of the fire." Angel explained. "I'm not sure what it means." she added seeing the look on his face. "Dumbledore said he'd figure it out once his finished damage control."

Ron nodded.

"Thank you for what you did." he said. "That was very brave."

"I couldn't just watch you guys die." she said. "I'm just sorry that I was to cowardly to follow you guys into the room. I could've saved all of you."

"Don't." Ron said. "There were at least fifty Death Eaters in that room. You would've have stood a chance. Besides, now that were alive, there is hope to save the three of them."

"Who were they?" she asked. "If you don't mind my asking."

"They were my sister, Ginny, my girlfriend, Hermione, and Harry's sister, Annika." Ron answered. "He had taken Annika as bait and toold us to come to him. We didn't want to take Hermione and Ginny but He said we all had to come or Annika would die. All we thought about was saving Annika. We didn't really have a plan either. Serves us right, huh?"

"It's not your guys' fault." Angel said trying to sound comforting. She had never been good at finding the right words. "You hearts were in the right place."

"Fat lot of good that did." Ron said.

Angel didn't know what to say to that. Thankfully, at that moment, the door opened again and an older woman poked her head in.

"George is awake."she said.

Ron brightened a little.

"Can we see him?" he asked.

"I'll take you to his room. I don't want him walking around yet." the woman answered.

"How's Harry doing?" Angel asked.

"He's still unconcious but I'm force feeding him a blood replenishing potion every hour." she explained. "He will be alright, once he wakes up. Now, come on."

The woman left the room. Angel got out of bed. Upon standing, she realized that she was no longer in her jean and hoodie but a pair of silky pink pyjamma's. She and Ron walked out of the room. The corridor was just as dark as the room she was in. Only these walls weren't bare, they had heads of some strange creatures mounted to them. Slightly creeped out by this, Angel stayed as close to Ron as possible.

They walked up a flight of stairs and entered the first door they came too. The woman, Angel assumed was the nurse, opened the door.

"You have visitors." she said and motioned for the two of them to come in.

Angel entered behind Ron to find the other red head laying in a bed, similiar to the one she had just crawled out of. Once again the only light was coming from a lamp to the right of the bed. There was a dresser in one corner and a vanity in the other. The walls were bare but it looked like pictures had been torn off them. She smiled at the red head in the bed as the nurse conjured chairs for the two of them.

"I leave you three to it them. I have to go check on Mr. Potter." she said and left the room.

"And who might you be?" the red head asked.

"I'm Angel." she said and reached her hand out.

"Well, hi there Angel. I'm George." he said and shook her head. "I usually have give off a better first impression but I'm not much in the mood."

"Quite understandable." Angel said.

This was followed by the whole why was she at the house conversation. Then there was a little more awkward moments when she didn't know how to console them. Finally, there was a comfortable silence. There was no more to say at that point until Dumbldore came back or Harry woke up. The ironic thing is both happened an hour later at the same time.

"Hey guys." Dumbledore popped his head in. "Harry's awake and I need to talk to all of you. I'll meet you upstairs."

He left. Angel and Ron helped George to slowly get out of bed and supported him all the way up the stairs to Harry's room. They entered the room, which had the same set up as George's. The only difference was Dumbledore had already conjured three chairs for them. The three took there seats as Harry watched them.

"Let's get this part done first. Harry, I wanted you to meet the reason why you three are still alive. Harry, this is Angel. Angel this is Harry Potter." Dumbledore said.

They shook hands and Dumbledore continued,

"I just had a long talk with the Minister about what we are gonna do now. And we decided on this; the cover story of the evening prophet is going to be how the ministry found three bodies in the remains of Riddle Manor and has identifided them as the three of yours. There are only six people who know you are still alive. Those people are myself, Angel, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, and the minister. And that's the way it's going to stay for awhile." Dumbledore stated.

"No way." Ron said. "We can't do that to the family. Then they've lost all of us."

"And what good are we to save the girls, if were dead!" Harry exclaimed.

"Calm down, please." Dumbledore said. "It is the best things, right now. You three got beat up very badly. You need time to recover and train a bit more. You can't do that if Voldemort knows you're alive and is gonna come after you."

"But we can't let the girls suffer. And it's gonna kill them when they read that story. 'Cuz you know He'll make sure they read it." George exclaimed.

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore said. "I don't like it either but would you rather they suffer now to be saved later. Or fail to save them now and make them permenantly suffer. You guys have to look at things in the long run. And I'm going to have Chris come and teach Angel the full potential of her powers. That is if you're willing to help, Angel?"

"Now that I know who the girl I've been dreaming about is, I feel like I'm apart of her life. Of course, I'll help her." Angel replied.

"So I know it's gonna be a difficult plan but it'll be more effective than running in half cocked. So, please, just rest and then we'll train. I promise it'll be worth it in the long run." Dumbledore stated.

The boys reluctantly agreed.

"Okay, now I want you all back in your beds and getting some sleep. We'll be meeting with the others who know the truth to set things up. Remus has gone to talk to your parents. I'm sorry, we have to do this."

Angel and Ron helped George back to his bed. Then they went to their own. Angel curled back up in her bed. It had indeed been an exhausting past couple of hours but she was actually going to do something good with her powers. That was the her last thought befor she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.