Hey guys! Chapter six! I'm liking how the story is going so far, even if others don't agree with me on how good it is. I have noticed that I got another favorite and I'm super happy. I love that people are liking this and I want to continue this. This chapter is not my best, but I'm up later than normal. I'm sorry if it seems alittle rushed. I love you guys!

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"Speaking" Gavin speaking

"Speaking" Normal speaking

'Speaking' 'Angel's thoughts

"Speaking" Parseltongue

"Speaking" Spells

"Angel," a soft voice said as it shook my shoulder, "It's time to make dinner." I swatted the hand away and turned over. "Alright," said the voice I knew was Sirius', "I'll have to tell Harry that you aren't making his special dinner…"

"Crap!" I said as I sat up in bed and turned on the lights, "Get out. I need to get dressed!" Sirius didn't waste any time and left. I ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and sighed. "I'll just go in sweatpants and a tee shirt," I said as I quickly pulled my hair into a ponytail. I quickly changed and ran down stairs, knocking Ginny down in the entrance hall with a smirk of pride. Mrs. Weasley was already about to make dinner when I walked in. "Oh no ma'am," I told her, "The kitchen is mine tonight."

"But-" Mrs. Weasley tried to say.

"Nope not listening. Tell everyone that they are not allowed in until I'm done cooking or there will be Hell to pay."

Mrs. Weasley let her head sink low as she finally walked out. "Alright, but if you need any help, call for me alright?"

"I can call for Kreature," I said as the tips of my hair were going black, showing that I was annoyed, "I know how to cook." When she left I called Kreature. "Kreature, are you willing to help me cook?"

"What does Misses Birdy need?" he asked.

"Well, I'm going to need a large cauldron, two full body chickens, a full sack of potatoes, and twenty ears of corn. Can you get all that for me?" I ask him.

"Yes ma'am, Kreature will be right back with it all." He left with a pop and no more than a minute later he had the chickens and the large cauldron, and he left again. I somehow managed to light a fire in the fire place and fill the cauldron up with water. I put it over the fire place and placed the two chickens in there. By the time I did all that, Kreature had gotten everything and was waiting on further instructions.

"Ok, can you find me two big pots?" I asked him. I didn't want to touch anything that Kreature said was unsafe and make the kitchen explode. He did the task before I could blink my eyes. I turned on the stove and gave Kreature my thanks. I then poured water into both pots and put them on the eyes of the stove.

I needed them to start boiling so I went to check on the chickens. The water was already boiling, but the chicken wasn't anywhere close to being done. "Could you get me some… salt, pepper, and bay leaves?" I asked Kreature. All he did was nod his head and popped out, and back in with all the spices. "Thank you Kreature. I have one more favor to ask of you." I whispered my secrete favor into his ear and he popped out.

I saw the water starting to boil in both of the pots so I placed the potatoes in their water after I peeled them so none of the skin was on them. I put half the sack in the water, and covered the pot.

I then put a handful of salt into the pot that my corn was going to go into. I put some pepper in there too and let them dissolve. I peeled all the ears and got most of the tiny hairs out before chopping off the ends and then into halves. Finally I had my potatoes and my corn cooking.

Now I needed to put the salt, pepper, and bay leaves into the chicken. The chicken was half way done, but I thought it could still hold the flavor. I put three bay leaves into the water and a handful of salt and pepper. Now all I had to do was wait.

After about fifteen minutes, I decided I needed to find a potato masher, big spoons, and a fork. I found everything with ease and checked the potatoes. The fork slid into them easily so I knew they were done. I found a strainer on my own and poured the potatoes into it. I put the potatoes back into the dry pot and grabbed the potato masher. After the potatoes were mashed, salted, and buttered, I turned off the eye that the corn was on and left it there.

I went to check on the chicken and saw that it was ready to be picked off the bone. I took the chicken out of the boiling water very carefully with two of the big spoons I had found. It was easy to pull the chicken because it was so tender that it practically fell off the bone.

Suddenly, throwing me out of my concentration, a knock on the door was heard. I scowled and pulled it open slightly. "Can I help you Ron?" I asked when I saw who it was.

"When's dinner going to be done? It's already 7:30," he asked

I looked at my watch, which had the correct time on it, "No it's not. It's only seven! It won't be ready until eight."

"Well then," he said a little sad, "Can I have a snack?"

"Wait here," I said as I closed the door behind me. I found him a light snack of potato chips, and walked back to the door, "Can these hold you until I'm done cooking?"

"I suppose," he groaned as he took the bowl of chips and went back into the living room.

I turned back toward my work and finished de-boning the chicken and putting it back into the boiling water that now had some of the chicken's natural oils laced in it. The boiling motion would break up the chicken a bit and allow me time to make the dumplings. I found the flour and milk and set to work.

After five minutes the dumplings were being put into the water and stirred into the meal. Now all I had to do was stir it periodically and clean up.

"Misses Birdy! Kreature has the thing you wants," said the house elf as he popped back into the room.

"Thank you Kreature," I said, "Dinner's almost ready. Could you put it on the counter over there?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Kreature… I have a question?"

"Ma'am?"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"You remind me of Young Master Regulus. He was always nice to Kreature and let him help in things he could do on his own. He always said 'Thank You.'"

"Oh," I said fairly shocked, "I'm very honored that you think of me so fondly."

Kreature and I talked for about fifteen minutes with either him or me going and checking the dumplings. "Misses Birdy," Kreature said, "I be thinking it is done."

I got up and checked myself and nodded, "Why don't you set the table Kreature?"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

I walked out of the kitchen and walked to the living room where all of the Order were waiting on dinner. Tonks and Remus were sitting on the couch with Harry and Ron beside them. Ginny was sitting at her mother's feet like a dog, and her father was sitting on the arm of the chair Molly was sitting in. Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie were in the middle of a tag team chess match. Snape was sitting in one of the other chairs reading a book. The rest were just scattered around the room.

"Dinner's ready," was all I said before Ron shot up and went into the kitchen. He stopped as the smell of delicious food hit his nostrils. He moaned as he took a big whiff. "Go sit down. I'll fix your plates," I said as I directed Ron to the table. He sat down without a fuss, hoping to get the first plate. "Ron, it's Harry's birthday, he gets first plate," but his face turned sad and puppy like, "But you can have second." His smile came back full force.

I fixed everyone a plate as quickly as possible: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Sirius, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Remus, Tonks, Kingsly, Moody (even though he probably wouldn't eat it), Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley. Finally, I made mine and sat down to eat it.

Ron had taken the first bite and moaned in happiness. I smiled slightly as I continued to eat my food. I had to say, it was a pretty good batch.

"Not bad," I said as I took another bite.

"Not bad?" Harry asked, "This is amazing!" Everyone, including Moody, to my surprise agreed.

"I'm glad you guys like it. My momma taught me how to make it. This and Ham and Egg pie are the only things I can make without burning the kitchen down though." I replied.

"What's a 'Ham and Egg Pie?'" Fred asked.

"I'll have to make it for you one day," was all I said.

"Can I get seconds?" asked Ron, Fred, George, and Bill at the same time. I giggled and nodded my head. They made a race to the couldron, but ultimately Bill won.

"What did you think of it Professor Snape?" I asked the sallow skinned man.

Snape looked at me in the eye and said, "It was acceptable." I smiled widely because I knew he didn't even hand out mild compliments, and he had given me one!

"Can you tutor me at potions?" I asked him, "I need to get at least moderate before school starts."

He nods his head in agreement, "When do you want to start?"

"After dessert?"

"Acceptable," he said.

"Dessert?" asked Harry.

"Yep," I said. I got up and walked to the counter that Kreature put the item on. I grabbed the tall rectangular box and moved it to the table that Mrs. Weasley had cleared with her wand. I laid the box down and opened it.

"I sent Kreature to get you a ice-cream birthday cake," I said. The cake was a one tear and had a beautiful layer of icecream for the icing. It was plain white with pretty green cursive writing. "Happy Birthday Harry."

I looked at Harry and he was looking at the cake in awe. He looked up at me and smiled. He had never had a real ordinary birthday cake, so I got him one. I held out my arms as if to say Ta-da, but said, "Happy birthday Harry."

Thirty minutes of smiles and talking, saw me and Snape in the basement making a cure for boils and Pepper up potion. "So far you are doing... fair enough," Snape said. The cure for boils was almost done, and the pepper up had about ten minutes left on it.

"Thank you sir." I contiuned to work and barely looked up.

"Has anything happened since yesterday of notice?" Snape asked me.

"If I tell you, you have to swear on your magic that you won't tell Dumbledore."

"I swear on my magic that I will not give Albus Dumbledore any of the information that Angel Peacock is about to give me, so mote it be." As he finished a bright golden light wrapped around me and Snape, telling me that he had made the oath truthfully.

I told Snape all about the dream I had the other night, who my parents were, and why they sent me away. Snape was the only one I could talk to about this, and I knew I could trust him, even if everyone else didn't.

I finished my potions and bottled them. Snape said that they were as close to perfect as some one like me could get them. I looked at the clock and saw that it was now 9 o'clock in the evening. "I'm sorry I have to cut our time short Professor Snape, but I need to go do some stuff upstairs. When will you be back for our next lesson?"

"How about Thursday? That is the only day I have free all next week."

"That sounds fine. I'll see you then Professor." I nodded my head and walked out of the room.

I started up the stairs only to have Sirius knock me sideways as I got up them. "You wanna talk now?" he asked.

"Sure, why not?" I replied. I pulled him into my room and we sat on the bed. We talked for about an hour about my shopping trip in Diagon Alley. I told him about the trunk and that he was welcome to floo to it at anytime, and that the password was "The Half-Blood Prince," and how I decorated it.

"Wow," Sirius said, "So I can come over anytime I want?"

"Only if you send me an owl before you leave, and when you get back."

"Why?" he asked.

"Let's just leave it at 'I worry,' for now."

Sirius shrugged and got up. "It's almost eleven. We need to go to bed." He petted Gavin on the head and ruffled my hair, "Night kiddo," he said as he walked out of my room.

"I like him Mommy," Gavin said to me.

"Well it's a good thing we are going to be here for a while. Do you want me to show you my new trunk? I need still need to decorate the training room, the kitchen, and the guest room."

Gavin nodded his head at me as I grabbed my bag. I climbed back into my trunk and climbed down the ladder.

I walked through the living room toward the kitchen. I laid my bag down onto the tile floor and dug until I found all my pots, pans, and spoons that I had gotten from my vault. I also pulled out the coffee machine, and ten mugs that I had baught. Apparently not only the fridge was auto-restockable. I found a pantry that had loads of canned foods, coffee, teas, and other dried foods. The kitchen even had muggle appliances like a microwave. That had microwave popcorn to go with it.

The bread box even restocked. I thought that was awesome!

I placed Gavin on the floor and looked at the counter tops. They were all chrome colored with the actual bodies of the counters being made of black wood. The walls were painted black, just like the counters.

"Can you keep up with me baby?" I asked the kitten as I walked back into the living room. I watched as he waddled after me. He was too cute, but I wouldn't get anything done if he kept doing that. I bent over and picked him up. I carried him into the training room which was the room right across from the kitchen.

I opened the door to... another corridor. On either side were black doors with blue walls bordering them. I opened one of the doors, the left one, and waked in. It was a potions lab. Without me saying or doing anything, all my potions ingredients came flying into the room and landing onto the shelves all over the room.

"That was odd," I said as I went across the hall and found the training room. It had a solid wood floor. I saw padding, dummies, and targets in a corner of the room and a whole wall made of mirrors. The rest of the walls were a pale blue. I nodded my head. 'Not bad,' I thought, 'Now all I have to do is decorate the guest room.' I thought. I looked at my watch as I made my way there. I had only been in here for thirty minutes so far, and I didn't plan on going back anytime soon. During our talk, I had told Sirius to knock on the lid of my trunk if anyone was looking for me, so I didn't have to worry.

I went into my study and looked for a book on wards. I had found a ward that would tell me if anyone got near my room, and it would work from here. "Aspice in me, et meos ex interpellatores" I gave a winding wand motion and I felt the magic wrap around me and fly out to my room. I put the book back and grabbed the letter that my birth parents had written me, the photo album that they had left me, and the letters my friends have sent to me through the box.

I walked into the living room and over to my bag. "Yay," Gavin cheered, "Mommy knows I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," I replied, pulling a bottle out of my bag and magically warmed it to average body heat. I placed Gavin on my lap and gave him the bottle.

I picked up the letter my birth parents gave me and broke the wax seal on the letter. It was written on the same parchment as the envolope in black ink.

"Darling Angel," It read,

"Your father would write this letter as well, but he has such horrible hand writting. Right now you are in my belly, waiting to come out, and we don't think we will be with you much longer than your first birthday.

You are our world Angel. We have a plan. You will always be loved and we will always be with you. Your father and I have never been so happy. We have always wanted a baby, and your god parents, Lily Evans and Remus Lupin know of our plan to send you to another universe. Remus should reconize you with just your smell, but Lily is not a werewolf like him. You will have to tell her.

Your father was actually close friends with Remus and the other Mauraders, and I with Lily. We talked to eachother about everything, and your father shared more than one detention with James Potter.

Lily and James are meant to be married in about a month, but seeing as I'm only four months pregnate with you at this point. Lily says that if she gets a boy, she's going to name him Harrison because of her father, and Jasmine for a girl.

She actually helped me name you. She always calls you her little angel.

Well, I have to go now. James is having cold feet again. We love you our little baby girl.

Love,

Mummy and Daddy."

All I could think was that Remus Lupin was my godfather. He must have known! I had to talk to him tomorrow. I then picked up the box that held all the letters from my friends. I had three of them, but I didn't want to read them now.

Remus was still on my mind and I needed to talk to him, and I wouldn't be able to sleep till I did.

"Gavin," I said while standing up, "We're going back."

Gavin gave a tired yawn and nodded, "Ok Mommy," he said as I struggled to climb back up the ladder.

I clambered out of the trunk and walked out of the room. I walked down the corridor until I reached the room I knew was Remus'. I knocked on the door, but no one came. I knocked again, louder.

"Angel?" Remus asked as he opened the door, "What are you doing up this late?"

"You knew," was all I said.

"Knew wha-"

"You knew who I was! You knew! You knew I was your goddaughter and you didn't even look at me all day or night!"

"Angel... I'm sorry. I didn't know you were going to react like this."

"How can I not? My mother and father left me a letter. It said that you were my god father and Lily was my god mother! I've lost my parents, birth and adopted, and my god mother! You thought I wasn't going to react like this?" I slapped him across the face and ran back into my room, barely noticing that everyone had just heard what I said.

I opened the door and crawled on my bed, Gavin still in my lap, and bawled my eyes out. Does he not want me? Did he not even want to be my god father? Was I that bad? These thoughts kept running through my head as I cried. Remus would use enough common sense to know that I didn't tell anyone I came back to this universe for a reason, but what else would he tell?