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July 26, 1997

It had been a week since Angeline had been living with her uncle's family and living with them did take some getting used to. In fact she was still getting used to it. They were very interested in her and she'd entertain them and answer their curious questions, but there were things she kept to herself. She stayed clear of telling them about Hogwarts, more specifically her last few months at the school. Yet, by the looks her cousin gave her, Angeline was sure she'd have to share eventually.

As of now Angeline was sitting in front of the mirror as her said cousin played with her hair. Gisele had been determined that they were going out one day. Which Angeline thought was a terrible idea considering she could possibly be recognized and she was sure that wouldn't be a good thing. So Gisele, never the one to take no as answer was trying to change the way Angeline looked. Which would have been a lot easier had they had vials of Polyjuice Potion laying around.

"You know, Gisele," Angeline said as her cousin pulled at her hair. "You know we could just make Polyjuice..."

"Absolutely not," Gisele said letting hair fall back onto Angeline's shoulders. "It would take far too long. Besides, potions is definitely not my strong suit."

"I'm sure I would be more than capable to make the potion myself then," Angeline said trying to stand.

"Please," Gisele said pushing her back down in the seat. "Dad works for the bloody Ministry, if we wanted Polyjuice Potion...we could very well get it." Angeline didn't say anything, her uncle worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, for the last four days he had said that things weren't going well. Especially with some man by the name of Yaxley.

To be truthful Angeline was shocked that her uncle still worked at the Ministry considering her father worked there and not once did he mention him to her, but then again she didn't talk to her father all that much and had learn fairly quickly what questions not to ask. When she had asked her uncle however how he dealt with seeing her father he had smiled at her, but it was much different the other smiles he had graced her with as he said; "The Ministry's a big place, darling, but the brief and few reunions I have with my dear brother are nothing less than entertaining."

Angeline wasn't exactly sure how to take his answer so she just nodded and had let it go. Perhaps he'd explain one day but she figure now wasn't the time.

"I can't really see use going to uncle Xander and saying, 'can you get us about a gallon worth of Polyjuice Potion'? That's bloody ridiculous not to mention illegal."

"So is murder, but look at all the Death Eaters that are running around, you know killing people," Gisele mumbled. Angeline shrugged her shoulders, she was getting very tired to sitting in that chair, but her cousin just won't let her go. "I'm so stupid," Gisele exclaimed suddenly as she dropped Angeline's hair again. "Am I a bloody witch or am I not?" she asked pulling out her cherry wood wand. Angeline stared at her cousin in the mirror for a moment before turning in the chair to look up at her.

"And what exactly are you going to do with that?" she inquired.

"You'd look much different if I just transfigured your hair don't you think?" Gisele asked. "I mean just the color of it. Perhaps shorten it a little. Shall I give it a try?"

"I swear Gisele if you—" Angeline started but didn't finish as she felt as though something cold had been poured over her head. She turned back to the mirror and stared at herself in horror. "Gisele, change it back...Now!" Angeline said tugging on a red lock. "Bloody hell! I look like a Weasley!"

"You make it sound like a bad thing!" Gisele retorted. "The Weasley family is very nice!"

"I'm not saying they aren't!" Angeline growled. "This will only draw more attention to me...where's my wand? I'll change it back myself."

"Would you calm down," Gisele said. "I'll change it! I'll change it!" Angeline sighed as her hair was back to it's natural brunette. However her satisfaction was short lived as within an instant she was staring at herself in the mirror her hair blond. "Oh that's much better if I do say so myself." Gisele said standing back to admire her work. "Red just wasn't your color."

Angeline picked up a blond lock. Sure it was step up from being a redhead but she didn't want to be a blond either, the color was the exact same as a certain blond she was very much trying to forget. Standing she walked the short distance to her bedside table and picked up the ash wood wand.

"I think our experimenting is done for today," Angeline said as she pointed her wand to her head and felt the cold sensation. Peeking at herself in the mirror she shook her head as she once again staring at her natural hair color.

Sighing she laid across her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She felt the bed shift as her cousin had laid beside her, her head resting on her propped up hand.

"What's wrong?" Gisele asked poking her in her side. Angeline squirmed away. "Are you mad about your hair?" she asked.

"That would be a stupid reason to be mad," Angeline said turning over to mirror her cousin's laying position. "I was just thinking is all."

"Care to share?" Gisele questioned.

"Not particularly," Angeline replied. What she had been thinking about was Draco Malfoy. She was getting better at blocking him from her mind, but there were moments such as now when the littlest things would remind her of him. Such as a few days prior during dinner when Gisele had made a comment about how awful sprouts were. A certain blond had hated them as well.

"You don't share much of anything," Gisele said.

"I share plenty," Angeline retorted. The look that Gisele gave her said otherwise. "Fine, what do you want to know?" Angeline asked.

"I thought it was obvious what I wanted to know," Gisele started. "I want to know about Hogwarts. I want know about your late night adventures with boys. I want to know all the drama that comes with going to that school."

"Hogwarts is a school, more secrets than you'd think lie in that castle. I don't have late night adventures with anyone. As for drama, where should I start?" Angeline said.

Gisele was quiet for a moment, thinking it would have seemed. "I don't believe you about your late night adventures but we'll get back to that later." she said. "Let's talk about the death of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore." Gisele suggested. Angeline stared at her cousin as though trying to understand what she had just said.

"What make you think I know how he died?" Angeline asked.

"I can see it in your eyes," Gisele said with a small smirk. "You know more than the Prophet put out at least. They really want us to believe that the greatest wizard since Merlin himself, just happen to fall off the Astronomy Tower."

"Dumbledore was human just like you and me," Angeline replied.

Gisele rolled her eyes. "Don't play me for a fool, cousin," she said. "Don't you think it would benefit people to know the truth? Dad's heard rumors about the school being invaded by Death Eaters." Angeline studied her for a few moments before she closed her eyes and sighed.

"The truth is that Hogwarts isn't as safe as people would like to believe," Angeline said meeting her cousins brown eyes. "I might as well tell you everything I know about that night," Angeline said.

Angeline told her about the night Albus Dumbledore died, she had pointedly left out how Draco Malfoy had gotten her a gift and had warned her hours before the attack not to leave her room. Instead she told Gisele that she was in a state of boredom when she left the Slytherin Common Room and happened upon the Battle at the Astronomy Tower. She told her about Nathaniel Blishwick and how she broke his wand and how he tried to choke her to death. All of which Gisele growled at and muttered all sorts of things under her breath. Angeline didn't tell Gisele how she chased after Draco and practically just left him go when she could have done a number of things, but hadn't. The entire time she spoke she left all mention of Draco out of it, she told her how she learned from Harry Potter that Severus Snape had killed Albus Dumbledore that not on that tower. Which when she thought about it wasn't really a lie, Harry did let her know this information though she initially thought otherwise.

"I don't understand though," Gisele said when Angeline had finished. "How'd the Death Eaters get into the school? It would make sense that Snape let them in, but you can't just walk to the gates and let in a party of Death Eaters, nor can you just Apparate into Hogwarts, if that was the case I would have Apparated there months ago."

Angeline swallowed around the lump in her throat. She briefly wondered how she ever thought she was going to keep that little information to herself.

"Draco Malfoy let them in," she said. "He fixed a Vanishing Cabinet that let them in. Worked on it all year without anyone knowing about it." Gisele's eyes widened a fraction of an inch.

"Draco Malfoy," she repeated. "He was always a nasty little prick, but I never imagined this. I mean I always thought he was a bit of a coward to be honest, but he actually let them in? With a Vanishing Cabinet? Of all the ways to get into that bloody castle." Gisele said in disbelief. "When we were younger, before I practically disappeared from you life, I used to say he would follow in his father's footsteps, but still all these years I was giving that little prick the benefit of the doubt."

"You're not the only one," Angeline mumbled, her hand rubbed at her neck where a certain necklace hung for one day only. She was grateful her cousin didn't ask her about the necklace that now laid in the drawer of her bedside table because she would have lied.

"Blimey," Gisele said as she turned over onto her stomach. "What was your relationship like with Malfoy?" Gisele asked. Her tone was nothing but curious, but Angeline had been used to people feigning curiosity, she herself was guilty of such. "I mean, when were younger we were all friends when it was beneficial, enemies when it wasn't."

"Yeah, well nothing really changed between the two of us. For the most part we ignored one another." Angeline lied.

Gisele studied her for a few moments. "So are you going back?"

"Where?" Angeline asked.

"Are you going back to Hogwarts, Angie?" Gisele rephrased. Angeline shrugged she had questioned herself about whether or not she would return to school in September. She knew how dangerous it was going to be, but somehow she couldn't picture herself not at Hogwarts. Safe or not.

"I haven't really decided," Angeline said truthfully. Gisele shrugged this time.

"Whatever you choose, you won't be alone." Gisele said getting up from the bed. Angeline was going to ask her what she meant by that because people didn't just go to Hogwarts because they felt like it, but her question never left her thoughts as her aunts voice rang from the bottom of the stairs calling them for dinner.

The day had come for when the Death Eaters were going to ambush the Boy-Who-Lived as he was transported to a new location. Malfoy Manor had been a busy mess all day until just about nightfall when most of them had left the Manor to await the moment when Harry Potter would leave his home. The Dark Lord was nowhere to found in the house, for he was with them so that he could be the one to kill the boy.

Draco had been grateful that he wasn't out trying to capture Harry Potter. Not being trusted was occasionally a good thing, it meant he didn't have to risk his life for something he wasn't so sure he believed in wholeheartedly anymore.

If he were to be honest, he wasn't so sure what he believed in anymore. The longer he was in the life he lived he couldn't help but feel...wrong. Shaking his head Draco walked out onto the balcony to get some fresh air and to clear his head. However his head didn't clear much and his solitude was short lived.

"Been a long time hasn't it, Malfoy," Draco turned around and stared into the sunken face of one Nathaniel Blishwick. He was part of the recent break out from Azkaban, but the Daily Prophet wouldn't have reported that.

"Not long enough, Blishwick," Draco said coolly.

"You've never been to Azkaban," Nathaniel replied.

"A month is all you spent," Draco scoffed. "Try speaking to my father who spent a year in that place."

"I wouldn't have been there to begin with it wasn't for your bloody girlfriend," Nathaniel said.

"You're lucky she didn't kill you," Draco said not bothering to correct him on his relationship with Angeline. He realized then though that Nathaniel was the one that had given Angeline the bruises he had saw moments before he Apparated from Hogwarts. "Though she should have, no one wants to see your ugly mug but your parents."

Nathaniel glared at him. "I should have killed her when I had the chance," he said. "She snapped my wand before I could," he added. "I tried to choke her. Nearly had her too before she got her hand on her wand and well I landed in Azkaban."

"You're really as stupid as you look, Blishwick," Draco commented. "Taunted her didn't you? Gave her just enough time to think things through. I bet more than anything that she gave you a dose of your own medicine and taunted you a little because she knew you'd fall for it, because let's face it you're not the brightest one in the bunch. By that look on your face I'd say I was right."

Draco didn't have time to grab his wand when his back hit the side of the house and Nathaniel's arm was pressed against his neck holding him in place. Draco's glare matched that of the older boy.

"Keep talking, Malfoy," he spat in his face. "You're protected here because of your parents but the Dark Lord doesn't think much of you or your family. So I'd watch your mouth."

Draco's glare intensified only because he knew Nathaniel was right.

"I'm sure the Dark Lord wouldn't hesitate to kill the three of you," he said. "I hope that I'm the one that has the honor to do it though. We'd have fun don't you think? Just like the old times."

"You should really stop playing with your food before you eat it," Draco sneered. "Maybe then you'd actually kill a few." Nathaniel's arm pressed harder against Draco's neck.

"And if I see Angeline again," Nathaniel continued as though Draco hadn't said anything. "Let's just say I hope you're around to see what I'll do to her." Nathaniel chuckled. "I won't be easy on her that's for sure."

Draco shoved Nathaniel away from him and went for his wand, but stopped when a commotion came from within the house.

Both boys glared at one another one last time before hurrying into the house.

Upon entering the house they were greeted with Death Eaters looking terrified and the Dark Lord swooping toward the cellar.

Draco had taken an involuntary step back upon seeing the look upon the Dark Lord's face. His fear had came back to him at full force in that moment.

"What's going on?" Nathaniel asked the closest person. It was Selwyn that turned to look at Nathaniel.

"The boy got away," Selwyn said. Draco could see the fear lingering in his eyes. "He some how managed to destroy Lucius's wand in the process."

Draco cringed. As if his father hadn't lost almost everything as it was. Now he'd never see his wand again.

Down below their feet there was a scream. Ollivander was screaming and the Dark Lord was yelling at him. The entire conversation echoed up to them, all of those standing in the hall froze and just listened.

"You told me the problem would be solved by using another's wand!" the Dark Lord yelled.

"No! No! I beg you, I beg you..." Draco inwardly winced as Ollivander screamed, the Cruciatus Curse used on him no doubt.

"You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!" the Dark Lord said.

"I did not...I swear I did not..."

"You sought to help Potter, to help him escape me!"

"I swear I did not...I believed a different wand would work..." Ollivander tried to explain.

"Explain then what happened. Lucius's wand is destroyed!" Draco jumped when a hand was placed on his shoulder it was his mother. She wasn't looking at him but somehow she brought him some kind of comfort.

"I cannot understand...The connection...exist only...between your two wands..." Ollivander said.

"Lies!" the Dark Lord screeched.

"Please...I beg you..."

There was more screaming, a horrible drawn-out scream, filled with unendurable agony.

Together he and his mother slowly moved out of the hall they had stood in and went into another room where his father stood staring out the window. His face completely blank. He was nothing of the man Draco had grown up knowing. This man was nothing but a prisoner in his own home.

"Lucius," Narcissa started.

"I've heard," Lucius said quietly but effectively. The three Malfoys stood in silence though it wasn't complete as the sounds of Ollivander's screams still penetrated those very walls as though coming as a warning. "There's nothing we or anyone can do about it," he said. "We'll just have to hope that Potter will mess up soon so this can all be over."

Draco wanted to tell his father that no matter what whether or not Potter messed up or not, things would never be over for them. He wanted to tell his father that they had messed up that they were in the wrong that they shouldn't have even been a part of this. He wanted more than anything to tell his father that all of this was a mistake and that they didn't belong there. But Draco kept his true thoughts on lockdown because no matter how angry and terrified he was he couldn't stand there and disagree with his father. No matter how much he wanted to. He couldn't.

His mother moved past him and stood with his father at the window and whispered things to him. Draco figured it had to have been words of comfort for his father had placed his arms around her. Draco turned away and stared at the wall instead.

Draco's hand went to his pocket where he played with the pendant he kept with him at all time, though he wasn't entirely sure why he did it. He knew he would never feel it warm up with a message. He was positively sure Angeline had probably thrown hers away, but he still wondered if he should give it a try and send her message warning her. Telling her to stay safe.

But he also wondered why he should care when she probably didn't. At least not anymore. He had other things to care about such as his parents. Draco looked over his shoulder at them and sighed.

Running a hand through his hair, he wished he could change everything. He wished his life hadn't gotten so complicated and that he and his family were somewhere safe, but Draco had found out the hard way that you didn't get everything you asked for.

Once again we've made it to the end of a chapter!

I promise things will start to pick up soon. :)

In the meantime let's all have our freak outs about Deathly Hallows Pt2! The World Premiere is today (7/7/11)! My heart cannot stand this! I think I might die! Only a few more days until its opening day and I tell you now my friends..."My body will lie in the theater forever." haha XD But seriously...

Questions:
1) Do you like that I put dates in the beginning of each chapter or would you rather I not?

2) If Angeline were to return to Hogwarts, how many of you would want Gisele to some how tag along?

3) Out of the entire HP series, who was your favorite character(s)? (This is just in homage to the movies coming to an end.)
-My favorite character(s) were always Fred & George Weasley. Luna Lovegood stole my heart in OoTP. And I've always had a soft spot for Neville Longbottom. :)

4) How excited are you for the movie?
-I'm sure you can see my excitement above. haha.

That's enough of my rambling! Hope to hear from you soon (ask me questions! I love questions!).

Review if you're feeling up to it!

Take care,
TR