A/N: In this chapter we get to discover something very important about our oblivious character that makes her the perfect pick to help them destroy the Dark Lord. Thanks for the reviews. Please keep them coming so I can update sooner and faster. FYI: Hermione and Angel's relationship will get better but Angel really doesn't like her for her all knowing attitude.
Harryandnatashalestrange: about your question, they could but the Order doesn't want to risk the chance of messing with time and Harry being well, Harry he will be his impulsive self and ruin something else. It's all about fixing things that need fixing. I hope this makes sense. Personal gain also has something to do with it.
The next morning Angel was awakened by Ginny and Hermione shaking her.
"Angel! Angel! C'mon Angel wake up already," Ginny yelled into Angel's still sensitive ear.
"What do you want?" Angel grumbled lazily, pulling the blankets over her head.
"My mum is taking all of us to Diagon Alley today, and since you have classes with Snape today we have to go earlier than usual," Ginny replied trying to tug the blankets out of Angel's tight grip.
"Ok I'll get up in like 5 minutes," Angel mumbled. Ginny gave up on her attempts to uncover Angel and sighed.
"Ok, you better or I'll be forced to get Fred and George in here and yank you out of bed," Ginny said as a playful yet serious threat. All Ginny and Hermione got was a grunt response from their sleeping beauty. They both exchanged looks before leaving the room ready to time Angel and grab Fred and George if indeed Angel didn't get out of bed when the five minutes were up.
Angel was still for about three more minutes before she unwillingly got out of bed and got dressed in a black silky spaghetti strapped shirt with dark blue jeans and black converse with a white sweater. When Angel was pulling on her shoes Fred and George came charging into the room yelling something about 'rise and shine sleepy head'. Angel looked at the dynamic duo with an amused smirk.
"You're a little late," she said her smirk breaking into a smile.
Angel then went downstairs to meet up with everyone else, and to get something to eat. The good thing was no Order members could be seen. She didn't feel like being interrogated this morning. Angel saw the kids assisting Mrs. Weasley with the food and some setting the table.
"Hey, do you guys need any help," she asked sincerely.
"Oh, no dear you just have a seat with Ginny and Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said. Angel sat down across from her alarm clocks and didn't say a word, but she could hear them whispering some things while they just stared at her 'cunningly' from the corner of their eyes. They were not doing a great job at being deceitful. Angel was quickly getting annoyed with their muttering and glances so she finally said something.
"Ok, whatever it is you want to inquire I suggest you do, before I do something drastic," she said slamming her hand against the table. Ginny and Hermione looked at each other nervously, and then Hermione spoke.
"We overheard last night with a few of Fred and George's extendable ears about Snape tutoring you. And Ginny and I were just wondering if you were alright?" She asked. Angel sat there for a few seconds thinking it over before answering.
"Er…I'm fine," Angel answered looking down at the table. To change the subject Angel asked Mrs. Weasley where Harry was and she told her that he was at his hearing today. Since already knowing the outcome Angel was not as worried about it as Mrs. Weasley clearly was. For a second Angel thought that maybe telling her would be the right course but Harry would most likely want to tell her and the others the good news so Angel said nothing.
When the group arrived at Diagon Alley Angel, Ron and Hermione decided to go get Angel's much needed robes for this year by themselves, while Mrs. Weasley and Ginny went to go get Ginny's books. Ron and Hermione showed Angel around but there was one problem Angel didn't have any money.
"Oh, I can't believe I forgot. Hang on," Hermione said scolding herself for forgetting something apparently very important. Ron and Angel looked on as Hermione dug through her pockets looking for something, still angrily mumbling to herself. "Aha, found it. Here you go," Hermione said triumphantly while handing Angel a mid sized leather bag, which sounded like it had coins inside.
"Oh no, I can't take this," Angel said, pushing the bag back to Hermione. It was a big pet peeve of Angel's to borrow money from other people.
"Why not, it is your money," Hermione said looking puzzled holding the money out to her.
"What?" Angel said perplexed by what Hermione had just said.
"Mrs. Weasley said that Dumbledore had come by the house late last night and delivered them, he said he got them out of your safe," Hermione explained.
"Hermione how does that make any sense, if I've never been here before. How could I possibly have a safe?" Angel said looking down at the baggy in her hands. Hermione and Ron shrugged and walked on. The three of them went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Angel stopped dead in her tracks. Ron noticed and looked back at her in question.
"What's the hold up?" Ron asked.
"I just can't believe that I'm actually stepping into a place that is in a fictional story," she confessed sheepishly looking at the store.
"Oh c'mon," Hermione said with a smile dragging Angel inside where Madame Malkin stood waiting for costumers.
"Hello," she greeted, "Hogwarts?"
"Uh, yes," Angel answered.
"Right this way, dear," Madame Malkin said holding out her arm indicating what way to go. She walked Angel to the back of the shop and stood her on a footstool, in front of a large body length mirror. She disappeared behind a curtain shortly reappearing with a black robe in her hand. She instructed for Angel to put up her arms and slipped the garment over her head. "Fifth year?" she asked while pinning the robe to the right length.
"Correct," Angel replied breathlessly as she watched Madame Malkin through the mirror, hardly believing where she was.
"Funny I don't remember seeing you," she replied.
"Oh, you wouldn't have I'm not from around here, I guess you could say," Angel said lifting her arm to observe as the seamstress moved to work on the other arm.
"Ah, then you're first timer to Hogwarts?" she guessed sticking some pins into the sleeve.
"You could say that," the overwhelmed student softly replied as she continued to gaze at her reflection.
"Well, you're done darling," Madame Malkin said helping Angel step off of the stool. After her robes were rapped Angel paid and left the shop. When she exited the store she spotted Ron and Hermione bickering again about God knows what, but when they saw Angel approaching they stopped.
"Well, where to now?" Angel asked tucking her package under her arm.
"Suppose we should go buy our books," Hermione replied. So, the trio walked to Flourish and Blotts. Angel walked inside bought her books and left as quickly as possible because a crowd of kids were starting to arrive. The group then decided to get Angel's wand.
Ron and Hermione waited outside as Angel entered Ollivander's. There was no one in sight.
"Good morning." said a soft voice from behind Angel making her jump in surprise. Angel scolded herself thinking she should have known that was going to happen.
Angel turned around to face the man. He had wide silver eyes that were starring fixedly at her.
"Ah, yes, Angelica Watmore. It's been awhile since I saw a Watmore walk into my shop," he said mysteriously walking behind his counter.
"Excuse me?" Angel asked dumbfounded by what he had just said.
"I still remember your great great Grandmother walking through my doors buying her first wand," he said while eyeing the wands on his shelves pondering which wand was best for a Watmore. Angel on the other hand was really confused by this information. None of her family, by her knowledge, had ever stepped into the Wizarding World. Deciding not to press the matter for now, Angel purchased her chosen wand and walked out of the store still mystified by Mr. Ollivander's words.
"Angel, are you okay?" Hermione asked stopping her argument with Ron to look at her puzzled friend.
"Oh yeah I'm fine. Let's go," Angel said distractedly still thinking about what Mr. Ollivander had told her but she was soon interrupted by excited voices of children. Looking up from her daze Angel saw what they were all gawking at. The group of children was standing outside of the Quidditch supply store staring at the brooms on display in the window. Then Angel thought of something.
"Um, Ron, Hermione, in your guys' first letter from Hogwarts it said first years weren't allowed brooms. Well, I'm not 11 but I am technically a first year. Do you guys think that rule applies to me?" Angel asked.
"I doubt it. It was only put on there because they're kids you're not, I'm sure you can get a broom," Ron replied looking over at the brooms himself longingly. Angel smiled and walked into the store. Ron and Hermione said that they would meet up with her at the Leaky Cauldron since they needed to meet Mrs. Weasley and Ginny there.
Angel was looking around the store and saw the Nimbus 2001. It looked really nice and it was at a reasonable price. After pondering it for a second, Angel made up her mind to by the broom. She paid for it and left the store.
Angel was walking to the Leaky Cauldron, passing by Flourish and Blotts along the way when a man with long platinum blonde hair stepped in front of her casting a dark shadow over Angel. Angel gazed up at the man immediately recognizing him as Lucius Malfoy. Lucius looked down at her and smirked. Angel's breathing seemed to stop as she gazed into those piercing silver eyes. Those eyes that Angel watched on a screen were now right in front of her in the flesh, there was no longer a screen separating them. Finally Lucius spoke.
"Ah, you must be Miss Watmore," he said his arrogant persona standing strong, "You look just like your family line, the dark almost black hair," he pointed out as he reached and touched a strand of her hair. Letting it flow through his fingers, "the dark almost black eyes, the olive colored skin." He said letting his fingers that had held her strand of hair, lightly touch her face which made shivers go down her spine, "Let's just hope you will continue the family honor." Without another word, Lucius let his hand fall back down to his side and walked away. Angel stood rooted to the spot for a couple of seconds speechless and in awe of what had just occurred between her and Lucius Malfoy.
Snapping herself out of her daze, she sped walked to the Leaky Cauldron to meet up with the others. They arrived back at the Black's home and Angel walked inside aggravated because Mrs. Weasley, as much as she asked and begged her, did not explain to Angel the events that took place that day, but Angel knew Mrs. Weasley knew something about it.
It was around 2:55 so Snape would be arriving at any minute to ruin Angel's life, well to 'teach' her. Angel ate a sandwich that Mrs. Weasley had made her and then went into the living room to wait for Snape.
About a minute later there was a knock on the door and Mrs. Weasley ran out of the kitchen to open it. Angel couldn't hear anything but to her relief it wasn't Snape.
It was Harry who looked more than relieved than she did. Angel smiled at him and he smiled back brightly. He told everyone that he was found innocent and the only people who actually showed true excitement was Sirius, Mrs. Weasley and everyone else besides Ron and Hermione, since they were in the room when Angel had told Harry that everything was going to turn out ok.
But everyone's happiness was cut short when there was another knock on the door. Mrs. Weasley got up once again to open it but this time it was, unfortunately, Snape. Angel cursed softly to her herself.
No one seemed to notice that Snape was there until he cleared his throat and silence enveloped the room.
"Well, I'm sure we are all happy that Potter got off the hook, again, but I have a lesson to teach Miss Watmore, if you all don't mind," he said staring at Harry who was glaring angrily at Snape. Everyone left the room except Mrs. Weasley and Sirius. Mrs. Weasley, though, turned around to go upstairs, but noticed that Sirius was standing firmly in his place like he wasn't going to move anytime soon. So, she grabbed his arm and dragged him upstairs with her with a few grunts of protest from Sirius.
"Now, Miss Watmore, that we are alone we shall begin," Snape said silkily before beginning the lesson. All the material Snape was teaching Angel she remembered from the first Harry Potter book and movie, but unfortunately actually trying it with a person you despise and is a highly skilled teacher/Wizard breathing down your neck is not as easy as it may seem.
Angel went through five different classes in four hours the classes were hard, to say the least, and how she survived Snape is beyond her. The next two and a half weeks were the same, learning different things, but the same Snape.
Snape, Angel could tell, was not happy with the arrangement as he might have seemed that night at dinner when Mr. Weasley had first told Angel about her tutoring sessions. Every evening he would come in with a scowl and leave with a scowl. Snape thought of the sessions as another job just like his teaching job. It was just another priority to deal with along with the countless things he had to do. Along with the other countless things he had to keep from the Dark Lord as well. Lucius had reported that he had seen Watmore at Diagon Alley. Turning his attention to Snape, Voldemort asked him about her. Snape claimed he had had no association with the girl as of late but would try to find out from Dumbledore. This information sufficed for now, but how much longer can Snape keep up that lie?
The day Snape was going to begin teaching Angel third year stuff something very peculiar happened. Mrs. Weasley and Tonks were in the dining room talking, when a squeal rang out and a crash that sounded like a pot breaking. Then a shrill voice that made goose bumps rise all over her body, "Filthy half breeds, stains of dishonor, blood traitors, filthy children..." Both Snape and Angel ran toward Mrs. Black's portrait and tried to close the curtain but before they could Mrs. Black looked straight at Angel with a look of pure loathing.
"Oh ho, now you have a Watmore on your side what a disgrace, I would have expected better from your family, disgusting—" she yelled but was cut off to mumbles when Snape pulled the curtains shut. Angel looked at Snape baffled and he sighed. Snape didn't want to be the one to tell her the story but since Molly didn't seem up to it and Sirius would probably sugar coat it, it seemed it was up to him.
"Come with me," he said leading her back downstairs to the living room, "sit," he ordered pointing to the double seated couch, and then taking the seat next to her. Snape was not looking forward to this and it showed. He sighed before continuing, "I bet you're wondering how Sirius's mother knew your name."
"Well, yeah, I mean it wasn't just her who knew, Mr. Ollivander did, and even Lucius Malfoy did. He also said that hopefully I'll keep up the family honor," Angel explained remembering her visit to Diagon Alley which led her to remember Lucius which led to her shivering.
"Are you cold," Snape asked looking at Angel questionably. Angel's face turned bright red before mumbling, "No, I'm okay." Snape brushed it off and continued.
"I'm not surprised that Lucius knew your family. You see Miss Watmore, the first people on this earth were witches and wizards, and they lived in harmony for many years until people wanted more power than anyone else had. It is human nature to want to be more powerful than everyone else, but these power hungry witches and wizards are known today to be evil wizards and witches. Some witches and wizards went so bad that they began to kill for superiority. Soon, people didn't want magic anymore. They began to revolt and that is how this world came to be.
"Magic in your world began to evaporate, forgotten. Some people still have magic, they're known as Magicians, Psychics. For some people it's very hard to penetrate the magic inside of them, inside all of them."
"But how does everyone know about my family line," Angel asked trying to understand everything Snape was telling her.
"Your Great Great Grandfather was one of those Wizards who went evil. He fought on what he and his ancestors believed in. No half breeds. Which are the children from this dimensions muggle world," he said.
"What?" Angel asked still confused.
"The people in your world are the people who want nothing to do with Hogwarts, magic. People in our world, even though they don't have magic came into this dimension willingly. That's why your Great Great Grandmother knew it was safe to put your Great Grandmother in your world." He explained.
"And that's why Actchevious went into my world, cause magic pretty much doesn't exist," she said at last understanding what Snape was saying.
"Exactly, now that is why everyone thought your family died that generation. Your Great Great Grandmother was killed along with your Great Great Grandfather. That is why the Gaunt family was known as the last remaining family of Salazar Slytherin."
"Wait a minute, then that would make me—" she said cautiously, fearful of hearing if her assumptions were correct.
"— a relative of Salazar Slytherin, yes, and also a distant cousin of the Dark Lord," he said finishing her sentence.
"Why did Sirius go looking for me?" Angel asked before being able to stop herself.
"When Dumbledore found out about the books, Sirius decided to take matters into his own hands, like always, and found you. You can imagine his reaction when he found out your name. He knew it wouldn't be hard for you to learn magic.
"Now before I take my leave I would like to tell you one final thing, your ancestors on your mother side could freeze time, conjure things, and levitate things, they were telepathic without using wands, so, that is what I have planned for you the last week before you go to Hogwarts. Goodbye Ms. Watmore." Snape walked out of the room and out the door like nothing happened.
Angel sat there astonished. She kept repeating what Snape had just told her over and over in her heard trying to comprehend what Snape said. The only thing that she could possibly say later on that night, when Harry asked her what happened was: "I'm related to Salazar Slytherin."
"What?!" Harry yelled. They were inside her room both sitting on her bed.
"I'm related to Salazar Slytherin," she repeated.
"Who told you that?!" He yelled again.
"SHHHHH, Harry please," Angel whispered. They were in the dark, it was really late and everyone was asleep.
"Sorry, no wonder you seemed so absent minded during dinner," Harry whispered wondering what to make of this new information.
"Snape told me," Angel answered his question from before.
"Snape," Harry asked with a puzzled look.
"During my lesson today..." Angel told Harry everything that Snape had told her and what had happened during the lesson for Snape to reveal such information.
"So you're related to Vol...Sorry I mean You-Know-Who?" He asked trying to see if he understood correctly.
"You could say his name Harry, but I'm afraid so. I'm his last living relative that knows about this world."
"Wow, and I thought I had it bad. Do you think he knows that you're alive, that you're here?" Harry asked. Angel thought it over a minute.
"I sure hope not. Hang on." Something occurred to Angelica at that moment that made her pale considerably. "Oh, no," she sighed rubbing a hand down her tired face.
"What?"
"Lucius saw me at Diagon Alley. He's a death eater I'm pretty sure he already tipped off Voldemort," she said miserably. Harry sighed fearing for his new friend's safety.