A/N: Sorry to everyone for such a long pause it wasn't intended just been working six day weeks yuck! Holiday season is a upon us and that means lots of catering which means lots of work, so I won't be able to update as much, To compromise I will try and crank out two chapter updates which will make the cliffy's not cliffy's, or less evil, but at least you won't have to wait forever for an update when I do write an evil cliffy. (cue thunder and lighting). Hope you enjoy these two chapters more to come I promise. Hugs and Kisses. Pretty Please Review.

xXGred-ForgeX- LOL I wonder if anyone was going to notice Stan named his dog Prang,

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Zombie Ink - I'm glad you liked Angelina's revenge whenever my story starts getting a little heavy I always try and throws some humor in so it's not so depressing.

Psyche101-I don't like Angelina's mom much either! I try not to do too many love scenes, I think they should be used sparingly, but I'm also writing about newly-weds and I want it be realistic so more sexiness to come

Hope-W-George has been thought a lot, but so has Angelina, I've always seen them as one of those couple who could and would go to/ through hell and back for each other.

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Chapter Nine

Worlds Collide

What makes you think you can just walk back into her life

Without a good fight?

My Lovin'(you're never gonna get it)-En Vogue

Summer 1993

"Angelina what are you wearing?" Fred asks.

"A leotard, tights and a skirt, sorry I didn't have time to change after class, my Aunt was in a hurry, and you know I can't apparate without her." Angelina has just arrived to spend a day at the Burrow, and Fred and I have been standing outside on the hill waiting for aunt to bring her . The wind blows a string of clouds past the summer sun.

"What class is that again?" We ask.

"I've told you two a million times before, while you two spend your summers flying around in cars, I spend mines taking ballet classes." Angelina rolls her eyes and shakes her head

"That's what you wear to class?" Fred asks smirking.

"Of course, it's to dance in silly." Angelina says hands on hips. She taps her foot clearly annoyed that we seem unable to process this simple fact.

"What kind of dancing?" Fred and I ask together barely containing our laughter.

Angelina gives the pair of us an evil and annoyed look, and then as easily as lifting an arm lifts one leg above her head. "That kind of dancing." She says her chin lifted high, and then walks smugly to the Burrow.

Fred and I look at each other for a moment mouths agape. Then go running after her.

"Hey Angelina wait up!"

The memory of Angelina doing that lied dormant in my mind until now. Now that I'm watching her dance outside of her ballet class. She doesn't know I'm here and I feel like a bit of a voyeur for spying on my own wife. I don't know why up until now I've never been to one of her ballet classes, only going into her house made me realise there's a huge part of Angelina that I don't know, and I guess I'm just trying to find that part of her.

I've never seen Angelina dance the way she's dancing now, on her toes, leaping, and twirling, so poised with and so much in control. There's something about seeing her dance that makes me feel shut off from her. Her movements are sad and beautiful, even on my saddest day I couldn't imagine expressing my pain like that, it's an out of body dance like she's someone else completely. I'll never fully understand the pain of her abandonment. It's making her into another person.

I really want to talk to Angelina about her parents, but she's put a wall up, she's thrown herself into her job, and the shop. When we come home we're both so tired we can barely hold our heads up let alone speak. Not that she would speak about it, when I do ask about it she just flat out refuses to answer me. Sometimes she can be so damn stubborn.

We had a good few days after she cursed Taffy. As it turns out Nigella has a very big mouth. The story was in the papers the next day and Taffy got the moniker of Sir- Scratch -a- Lot, but when the novelty wore off Angelina seemed to fall apart. Lately she's been acting as if I don't exist. She hardly talks to me, we sit at the breakfast table having sullen monosyllabic conversation. It's like she's in her own world. She hasn't been sleeping either she stays up at night roaming the house until I come get her and bring her back to bed.

When Angelina is finished dancing a man nudges her with his elbow whispers something in her ear and gestures towards the window. Angelina spins around, and sees me through the window and gives a cute little wave. She runs to the door and opens it.

"George what are you doing here?" She runs into my arms. This is a shock after the past few days being all but ignored. Her tone suggest that she's been dying for me to drop by long before this I feel a little like an arse for only thinking to stop by now. I give her a longish kiss.

"Ooer" Go the people in Angelina's class who are peeking out the open door at us. They don't seem the least bit shamed for watching.

"I told you he was real you owe me twenty pounds!" One of the men exclaims as Angelina leads me into her class.

"Everyone this is my husband George."

It weird being in a room full of people who walk, move, and, stand like Angelina.

"So this is the famed firecracker salesman." A tall girl with short brown hair says. "No wonder you've been hiding him away he's bloody gorgeous."

"Yeah, we thought she made you up, another one of the guys says, but damn you're even sexier than she described." He has a Russian accent.

"Yes, and he's mines all mines." Angelina reminds them and snakes her arms around my waist.

So Angelina's been talking about me, and she described me as sexy.

"So what brings you here?" The girl with short brown hair asks.

"I just came to take my beautiful wife to lunch." I say. I hadn't really come here for that, but now that I'm here I might as well.

"I'll just go freshen up, and get my things." Angelina says

I feel conspicuous just standing there without Angelina. Everyone is looking at me, or rather the hole where my ear should be.

"Unfortunate firecracker accident." I say pointing to the hole.

"Well at least it didn't mess up that handsome face." Says Russian accent.

Angelina comes back into the room freshly showed and changed her gym bag slung over her arm. She hugs and kisses all the dancers good by.

"I can't believe you came." Angelina says. "Normally we have the curtains drawn to keep nosy perverts like you from watching in."

"You knew I was out there?" I ask as we step on to the sidewalk

"No, Anatoli, the Russian dancer that fancies you, noticed a cute redhead looking in."

"What can I say I'm a sex god to both sexes."

"Where are you taking me to lunch she ask dancing beside me.

"Anywhere you want."

We go to a café across the street.

I can't believe how happy Angelina seems to see me, she's giddy way girls are in school when they first get a boyfriend. Mum always said it was the littlest things.

"Padabure, padabure, chassé, jeté, padabure." Angelina sings.

We choose the tables outside because it's a nice day and who knows how many of those we'll have. We order but Angelina thinks my chicken piccata looks better than her spaghetti Bolognese and starts eating off of my plate.

"I thought you said you wanted to taste it, not eat the whole bloody thing."

"Sorry dancing makes you hungry." She says.

"Does it make you horny?" I ask under my breath.

"What?"

"Oh nothing." I say.

"I'll pay, I've still got Muggle money from my auntie."

"Where does you aunt think you are?"

Angelina shrugs. "Who knows my mum probably told her I became a nun."

"You told your dancer friends I sell firecrackers?"

"They kept asking what you did, I had to tell them something, I didn't want them thinking my husband was a no account schlub."

I laugh and I'm about to respond, but a man is walking up fast to our table.

"Angelina!"

Angelina almost jumps out of her seat, and her head spins around seemingly almost completely her eyes grow to twice their normal size.

"Daddy?"

I drop my glass on the table, water splashes all over me.

Angelina's mouth is gaped wide open and she sits frozen in place.

"You still know what I look like?" She asks in a voice so small it almost sounds childish.

"Of course I do, I might have not seen you for years, but you're my daughter and I could never forget your face." Her father is crying, and not silent tears either. He's a bloody mess and people in the café are staring at him.

"I never thought I'd see you again, ever since I found out about Voldemort and that war I've been looking for you."

"You've been looking for me?" Angelina echoes.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Oh Angelina." Her father says grabbing her hands. "I resented sending you away the very day I did it, but I was so foolishly in love with your mother."

"Was?"

"We got a divorce years ago." He says.

"In that interview mum gave she said you told her that you gave up your magic." Angelina says accusingly.

"I did say that years ago, I was sycophantic and I hated myself, I'd of done or said anything to keep your mother."

"The house though it's the same. I found our photo albums she cut my head off!"

"She never really got over your being a Witch. She wanted to get rid of every trace of your existence, we used to had huge rows about it before I left.

"Angelina are you all right?" I ask. She looks as if she might pass out.

"I" Angelina says she's gripping the edges of the table as if her life depended on it. "I"

"Angelina?" Her father says.

"I can't do this." Angelina says suddenly yanking her hands from her father's "I just can't do this right now." She scrambles blindly under the table finds her bag grabs it, and throws some Muggle money on the table, and then she pops up like a Jack-in-the-box, and runs. She doesn't even look where she's running she just runs blindly across the street. A car honks angrily at her as it almost hits her.

"Angelina! Angelina!" I scream as her long legs quickly carry her out of sight. I turn towards her father. "What in the hell are you playing at?"

"I'm sorry, but Angelina's mum isn't doing well mentally, and she rung me absolutely hysterical because that sylph charm I got for Angelina went missing she thought the devil took it, but I knew that my daughter had been home."

"How did you even find her- Never mind I've got to find my wife, and for Angelina to actually be you're daughter you'd have to actually have been her father ." I say.

I take off down the street calling out Angelina's name and looking round for her. I've never seen Angelina run from anything in her life, even after what Montague did to her she was strong, even after Fred died she stayed strong. I'm scared of what she might do and I have no ideal where she's gone. I find a secluded enough spot and apparate to her parents house. She isn't there. Nor is she at Fred's grave, the burrow, or either of the joke shops. I feel like pulling my hair out.

I go home to see if maybe she's been there. It isn't long before I hear someone at the front door. I race to it and Angelina walks slowly through the door.

"Angie thank Merlin." I pull her in for a hug and feel something hot, wet and sticky on my arm.

"You've splinched yourself." Blood runs down her arm and chunk of her forearm is missing,

"I didn't even notice until now." Angelina says and her knees buckle. I catch her and carry her to the bedroom to patch her up.

"What's going on Angie you've given me quite a scare." I say after I lie her down on the bed.

"I don't know I just couldn't take seeing him there it was too soon." Angelina's voice is faint and she speaks with her eyes closed.

I put the lid back on the essence of dittany and seal the package on the bandages. I don't think she'll need to go to 's it was a nasty wound but not life threatening.

"Do you think your father is really sorry?"

"No." She says. " I don't even know how he found me."

"Maybe you're aunt told him how to find you someone had to tell him about Voldemort and the war.

"How could he act like that?" She asks. "How could he act so hurt when he's the one who got rid of me like I was some kind of dog you drive out into the country and leave there."

I don't say anything I just hold her hand.

"I've been damn fine without him, and what he thinks he can just come back into my life and all will be forgiven, not bloody likely." She laughs without a trace of humor. "That first night my dad left me at my aunt and uncle I was so scared I peed in the bed. I thought I might burn the house down or I'd go to hell or something."

Angelina has never told me this before now.

"I hid the sheets until I could wash them, I thought if my aunt and uncle knew what I had done they'd send me away." She sits up. "He has no I ideal what I've been through and for him to just show up crying it makes me sick."

I just keep holding her hand I have no ideal what to say to her.

"He makes me sick to just assume that I'd forgive him or even want to see him" Angelina sits up with some difficulty. "I bloody hate him and he'd better hope that he doesn't need an organ."

"Angie calm down."

"Fuck calming down!" She yells. "He was crying, do you know how many nights I spent crying over him, over the both of them. Why should I care if he divorced my mum, I hope they're both miserable for the rest of their lives."

I know she doesn't mean this, but I also know it wouldn't be wise to point this out so I keep my lips sealed.

"It's been eleven years! Eleven whole years of me tearing myself to pieces and wondering why I was never good enough for him to love me, I thought I'd done something wrong. I should have spit in his face"

When it comes to anger Angelina and I are a lot alike only she does a better job at keep a lid on her anger, usually.

"I feel like I can't relax now, I'm just so angry at him." She balls up her fist, what is wrong with my parents? I mean really who has parents like mines, I'm a total freak."

"You're not a freak."

"You're right I'm the paragon of normalcy." Angelina says drily and I have to laugh.

"So you're stark raving who isn't after the war."

"What's my father excuse."

"He hasn't got one."

Angelina stares at me for a long time and then cups my cheek.

"I love you George, I may be completely fucked in the head, but I love you anyway.."

"We are a strange couple aren't we."

"A strange couple with issues." Angelina says

"Subscriptions."

"Volumes."

"Libraries."

We both laugh. If it wasn't for laughing Angelina and I would probably never stop crying. I climb into bed next to her.

"I wonder where he lives now, what if he's remarried ?"

I never thought of that, it would be weird.

"I kind of want his life to be a disaster, am I twisted?"

"No."

"I just don't want to feel disposable anymore."

"You're not, I've been thinking about it and I think your mum hates herself for hating you."

"You sound like Alicia."

"I mean it."

"It was a compliment, Alicia is the Hermione of human emotions."

"Oh, well then." I give her one of Taffy's smug arse looks.

"You were saying."

"Right, it's like she wants to love you, but I don't it would mean what she's known for year is wrong, I think in her mind if magic isn't bad then everything she knows must be wrong. It's like when people didn't want to believe Voldemort was back, because then they'd have to change their minds or accept things they never wanted to accept."

"I think that therapy is rubbing off."

"Maybe."

"Doesn't matter I never want to see him." She says. "He had his chance I'm a grown woman now I don't need a daddy anymore."

"Good." I say. "You have a family that loves you very much already." I kiss her cheek. I pull her into my arms her body is completely tense her muscle are knotted up.

"That's right, he's made his choice and now he gets to live with it." It seems like we're putting in a lot of time in for such a short period of marriage. I suppose this why people talk about us. Our lives may be fascinating to an outsider, but inside we just want things to be normal and quite, but we didn't start off normal, and it always comes down to that in the end.