April 25th, 1981
3:30 PM
Angie rested on the couch as she watched Rosie nap in her playpen in front of her. Angie sighed, it was getting closer and closer to the time when Lily, James and Harry would have to go into hiding. Now that they didn't trust Peter, he wouldn't become their secret keeper. Angie had thought of this the moment they outed Peter and had made arrangements the moment she knew that she and Regulus would have to go into hiding.
But what if someone did find out? What if Voldemort still found them? Could she face him on her own? She guessed she'd have to find out herself.
She heard a knock on the door. She glanced at Rosie, seeing that she didn't stir, before she stood from the couch and walked over to the door. When they first moved in, some neighbors came to welcome them, but she and Regulus made it clear that they wanted to keep to themselves.
Since then no one had really come to their home except trick or treaters or carolers. And on those occasions they were always nice and thankful. But Angie kept a hand on her wand in her back pocket as she opened her front door. She gasped when she saw Dumbledore on the other side.
"Hello, Mrs. Black." Her former Headmaster – the younger version – said with the familiar twinkle in his eyes.
"How'd you know I married Regulus?" Angie asked slowly.
He gave her a look and Angie rolled her eyes. Stupid question. He's Albus bloody Dumbledore. "What can I do for you, sir?"
Dumbledore smiled kindly at her, "I am aware of poor Lily and James' fate coming soon."
Angie sighed through her nose and nodded a short, jerky nod. Dumbledore sighed, "I am also aware that you are going to try to stop it."
"Yes, sir." Angie wouldn't try, she would stop them from dying. Harry deserved his parents.
"Yes, yes," Dumbledore trailed off for a moment before resuming with a solemn attitude, "Unfortunately we must plan for the alternative to them surviving."
Angie gestured the old man inside and soon the were standing in the kitchen as Angie held the baby monitor in her hand to focus on other than the impending doom of her best friends. Dumbledore sighed sadly, "You are aware that Sirius and yourself were names the godparents of young Harry Potter."
Angie nodded, "And we'd need to make a decision on who'd he'd go with if Lily and James do die."
Dumbledore nodded, "But I think the choice is obvious..." Angie's mind trailed to the Durslleys...