Okay so I thought I'd switch things up and give you a more in depth view of Angie. So this is in her point of view with a little more about her life and feelings. Not the big event yet but I'm getting warmed up.

Chapter 13: Absence

Angie's POV:

I never had a perfect life. I didn't have two loving parents like Hermione. I didn't have a huge devoted welcoming family like Ginny. I had Tomas, but I lost him. The only true family I ever really had. Sure Hermione's like my sister but Tomas was my blood brother that I loved for his entire life; 14 years.

I didn't have safety and security, but then again once Voldemort made his comeback no one did. But my parents went out of their way to show me just how unsafe I could be. It really messed me up as a kid. I didn't understand why my parents were so cruel and cold when I'd seen so many other parents cry when their kids went to school and kiss their scraped knees to make the pain magically go away. No, I didn't get that. Instead, they inflicted the pain on me, not ease it. Or my dad did while my mom watched with Tomas on her hip like we were merely playing in the yard while she fed the baby.

So when I got on the train to Hogwarts, I kept far away from any of the other Death Eater children. All my life I'd only really known one; Draco Malfoy. For some reason my dad had an insane crush on the Malfoy family. He was obsessed with arranging a marriage between Draco and I. Lucius thought my father was a lowlife – pureblood or not – but relented that I'd make a good match for their breeding agreement. So early on my parents and Draco's parents had pushed us together for play dates and family gatherings. They never told us that we were meant to marry and the ignorance was blissful while it lasted.

Growing up, before Hogwarts, Draco and I had become really good friends. We had shared every secret; we were both beaten and didn't want to be Death Eaters. He was my best friend but there were no romantic feelings; we were too young, not even eleven. Too be completely honest, I could have fallen in love with Draco when we'd gotten older, and he'd confided in me that he once thought we'd be happily married if it came to that. But when we got to Hogwarts, he picked on Ron and Harry. Then I was sorted into Gryffindor.

While my father was furious and made a point to show me how much so, Lucius was more so. After hearing of the dishonor I'd bestowed upon my family name he refused to let his son become further involved with a disgrace to purebloods and a traitor. He immediately withdrew from their agreement leaving my father even more infuriated with me.

Lucius also threatened Draco away from me. So me and Draco just drifted apart. I'd become best friends with Hermione, Harry and Ron while he tormented us with his cronies Crab and Goyle backing him up. He had his own names for us too. He called Hermione Mudblood, Harry Scarhead, Ron Weasle, and me... Blood Traitor. I always knew he didn't mean it though. Whenever he did insult us – me more so – his heart wasn't in it. I could see it in his eyes. He still cared for me, his best friend. And I always cared for him. But we were forced to walk in different circles on different sides of devastating circumstances.

I'd never really forgotten Draco, but I stored him in the back of my mind so as to avoid any distractions. I never did love him the way I knew I could have and visa versa but that was alright. In the end, after the war was over, we rekindled our friendship much to the chagrin of Harry and Ron. Ginny even made remarks about a potential star-crossed romance but that had no chance to bloom before we were sent back in time.

But I was not one to disappoint poor Ginny Weasley for I found a different star-crossed romance. Regulus Black. My boyfriend. I still smile when referring to him that way, even in my mind. I had not expected any romance in my life – the only relationship I've ever seen being my parents breeding agreement – so I was blind sided when I'd fallen in love with Regulus. At first, I only wanted to lead him onto Sirius' path so the future could go as planned. But then we'd talk and get to know each other and I opened up to him as he did to me.

The tension was always there and we both couldn't fight our feelings and caved. I would never forget our first kiss or when he first said I love you.

"Don't you dare!" I squealed as Regulus got some ice cream ready on his spoon to fling at me. We were in the kitchens for a midnight snack after stowing away in the Restricted Section of the Library. I made the mistake of putting my ice cream into his nose and now he wanted revenge. I scrambled out of my chair as Regulus stood swiftly and flung the ice cream at my face. I screamed half-heartedly as the ice cream hit my cheek and slipped down my face. My scream turned into a good-natured laugh as Regulus laughed with me. I then came up to him and kissed the ice cream off his nose

He grinned at me before kissing my cheek. His lips followed the trail of ice cream as he kissed down my neck. My breath hitched, not expected this turn of events. But I soon squealed again when Regulus started licking the ice cream like a dog. "Hey!"

He laughed at me with his brilliant smile implanting itself into the skin of my cheek. I could still stop to marvel at how silly he could be sometimes. No one would ever believe it when they saw how serious and dark he was outside. But I knew. That was all that mattered.

Our laughter died down to breathy chuckles when he pulled his head up to look at me. Both still smiling we leaned in a pressed our lips together as we'd already done many times before. But no matter how many times we'd done it, I still felt myself whirring in a tornado of heart-clenching emotions only described as love all over again as if it were the first time. But I'd never say it out loud – the word 'love' that is – at least not yet. I couldn't.

But then Regulus did something that made my heart stop. He pulled away leaving both of us breathing heavily from the long time without air. Then he grinned making me suspicious to say the least. He let out a breathy sigh bordering on a chuckle before declaring in a deep, swift, confident and sure voice, "I love you."

I gasped.

The mere memory of times like those still made me get this warm feeling in my heart and belly that I hoped never went away. I have to admit that he said the 'L' word long before I even recognized the fact that what I felt for him was love let alone voiced it out loud to anyone but myself. He was braver than me that way.

I'd never felt this way about anyone before. Sure I could have loved Draco. And my lack of dating experience wasn't from lack of gentleman callers. But none of them made me feel like Regulus does. They were just boys looking for a pretty girl to take to Hogsmede. Regulus genuinely loved me and wanted to take care of me. I could not be more lucky than to have him by my side.

I was in my bed, catching up on some sleep. The sun was high in the sky without curtains to shield it and it glared in my eyes, not allowing me anymore sleep. I huffed, knowing it was useless to try and fall back to sleep, and threw my dark red comforter off of me. It was Sunday. Regulus and I were planning to sneak into the Room of Requirements to start planning how to go about Halloween.

I had been thinking of that a lot. And I think I'd found some sort of solution. Regulus will tell me where they're entering and when and I'd position myself and the other with out wands ready. I considered telling Dumbledore but his younger self needed to be ignorant of our involvement in changing the past.

But I didn't need to think about that now.

I got up. I got dressed. I did all the necessary things to get ready for the day. I just wore simple flare jeans and a burgundy sweater. I took the stairs two at a time and flew straight out the door to avoid running into any unwanted company. The Fat Lady called after me to inquire as to where I was going in such a hurry but I ignored her and pretended not to hear her.

I could hear the clacking of my shoes as I speed walked through the empty halls. I'd finally made it to the right floor. I walked down to the corner before walking back the other direction and back again until large oak double doors appeared against the large – once bare – stone wall.

I opened the door and stepped into a room with a large round dark wood table with two chairs, a large dark red velvet couch, a dark green loveseat, an expansive fireplace with a marble mantel, and a king sized four poster bed to the left of it all. I blushed when I recalled what had to have been on my mind for a big bed to show up.

I came into the room silently and quietly curled up on the loveseat to wait for Regulus to show up. I looked at the big grandfather clock to see that it was just barely eleven; I was thirty minutes early. I didn't mind waiting a little longer, so I laid back on the couch instead of the loveseat. I stretched out and got comfortable; something that proved unfortunate because I fell asleep. To me the dark abyss lasted only seconds but it was really three hours proved by the clock.

I hoped I wouldn't have time to panic before Regulus came barging through the door apologetic for his lateness. But it turns out I did have time to panic. I got up to double check that the clock was working right. It was. I even checked magically and it was it tip top shape. The time really was three hours later.

I took a deep breathe before letting my temper get the better of me. I flung the clock across the room where it promptly shattered into splinters and glass shards against the stone wall. Anger was never my outlet for frustration. I was not violent by nature despite my parental influence. I was a patient person who sought the better of situations and I took pride in that. I had only started to break down at one turning point; Tomas' death.

I could not bare to conjure up another clock because I didn't want to see the time. I didn't want to know just how late Regulus would be. But the thought never occurred to me that he would never show up.

What could have been an hour later I found myself pacing holes into the Persian rug. I could not believe this. Regulus had never been late for our meetings. He once told me that he could never forgive himself if he lost time with me for it could be the last time he ever sees me every time we meet.

I tried to hold them back, but tears soon found their way down my cheeks. My mind had naively conjured up the worst conclusions. What if they found out? What if he never comes? What if I never see him again? What if they hurt him? What if he's dead? I didn't know quite what to do with myself.

After approximately another hour I collapsed into a heap of tears on the floor by the couch. I curled into myself, trapping my knees to my chest with my arms. I didn't know what to think. When someone you love isn't with you, you kind of overreact. When someone you love could be in danger, there are no boundaries and no inhibitions that can hold you back from doing anything you can possibly do to save them and protect them.

So I broke down right there on the floor. By now the Room had fabricated a small window. I could see the sun getting lower on the horizon; it was late. I had only a glimmer of hope that Regulus would still show. But by the time the sky started to turn dark I'd lost even that. So I made my way to the large oak double doors and pushed them open, making a quick exit. I speed-walked my way to the common room, ready to make an appearance to the faces of my friends so as not to worry them. I didn't plan to tell them I'd been waiting all day for Regulus to show up at one of our meetings. That would only cause more grief.

When I arrived to the common room, it might as well have been a ghost town. But I came in anyway and sat myself down on the closest red chair by the fireplace. Since it was getting dark, the fire was set aflame offering itself as the only light source against the twilight sky. I stared at the passionate flames as they danced to their own music of crackling and whooshing. It must be nice to dance. To be carefree enough to dance for all to see and all to enjoy. It must be nice to be warm. To be safe. For so long I have not felt safe; my whole life I've never been safe. But with Regulus I felt safe. I knew – however naively – that he would protect me and take care of me. I knew he cared for me as I cared for him.

But lately even Regulus' presence with me and within me could not wash away my uneasy foreboding feeling. I felt as if something bad was about to happen. It could be in the next five minutes or the next five weeks but it would be somewhat soon. With a rush of panic I realized that the Halloween Ball – and Halloween itself – was only two weeks away. That must explain my feeling of danger on the horizon. I could not believe that it had eluded me for so long. I didn't stop to think of that as the reason for Regulus' absence. But that couldn't be. Regulus had figured out how to send me a patronus whenever he had to miss meetings due to his other meetings.

And he didn't. I never saw that ethereal glowing blue snake slither across the floor to apologize in Regulus' voice. So if a meeting wasn't the reason he couldn't come, why did he not come? Unless he didn't want to come. Between Death Eater meetings, school work, keeping up appearances and a secret girlfriend; something might have to give. I only dreaded the fact that it may be me, the secret girlfriend. But why now? After all we've shared and done... why would he give me up when he claims to love me so devastatingly much that he'd die for me?

It didn't make sense. None of this made any sort of sense to me. Then again love never does. An old mentor (cough – McGonagall – cough) once said to me that anything that is worth having is never easy and often requires a fight; love being very much the same. To this day I don't know why she told me this – for I'd never dated let alone pursued a boy or find one interesting enough – but I can't help but silently thank her for her words as I recalled them at this moment to help me ease my aching heart.

I felt foolish. I felt as if I was blaming Regulus for something completely out of his control. But I could not help that …. pain inside my chest where most said for the heart to be. I took a deep breathe and resolved myself to give Regulus the benefit of the doubt. I only hoped that he'd give me some sort of sign or message as way of explanation for his absence and my hurt.

I never received that explanation.

So there's a little insight on Angie's past and thoughts and I hope you like it! Please Please PLEASE REVIEW and here's a little sneak peak:

I walked the halls on my way to my love. Sure it had only been hours but I could not wait to see her. I contemplated how different things would be if we were to be able to have a normal relationship but I would not take the risk for it to lost it's novelty even though I knew it wouldn't.

I got ready to turn a corner when I heard shuffling. I looked behind me and no one was there.

I made it to the corner but never had a chance to turn it before I heard a shout behind me...