Time quickly passed and it was now almost time for Christmas. I was laying in my bed when I heard screaming coming from Harry's.
I knew what he was dreaming about. How could I not. Even though Harry hasn't talked to me directly in almost two months, I still ran to his bed. I sat down on the side of the bed and attempted to wake him up.
"Harry!" I yelled, "Harry, wake up!"
"Angel?" I heard Ron ask from his bed, "What is it?"
"I'll tell you in a bit, but go tell Dumbledore that Harry and I will be there in a bit okay?" I asked. As soon as Ron ran out of the room, I waved my wand, "Aquamenti!" A jet of cold water shot out of my wand and landed on Harry's face. He shot up with a gasp and I grabbed him before he could hurt himself.
"A-Angel?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said shortly, not wanting to make this more awkward than I already felt, "Let's just get you to Dumbledore."
"You know what my dream was about?" Harry asked, "How?"
"My books," I said. I knew I was being a little vague, but I knew I was going to break if I got close to him again.
"Right…" he said, "Does that mean you know about-"
"Your cupboard? Yeah," I said, "Don't worry I won't tell anyone."
"Angel… I'm sorry," he said as we finally got to the floor in front of Dumbledore's office. The stone gargoyle jumped out of the way as soon as it saw us. I knew Ron had made it.
"What is it?" Dumbledore asked as we walked in, "What's wrong?"
"Like you care," I muttered under my breath not thinking anyone could hear me, "Harry had a dream."
"Mr. Weasely is in the Department of Mysteries," Harry said, "He's badly injured! Voldemort's snake attacked him."
"What?!" Ron asked.
"I'll call the Aurors at once," Dumbledore said, "Mr. Weasely go get your siblings, but don't let anyone else know."
Ron ran the fastest I've ever seen him run out of Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore quickly called the authorities and then Snape.
"Ms. Peacock," Dumbledore said, "I got everything under control here. Why don't you just go back to the dorm rooms." I knew it wasn't an offer but an order. I gave Harry a quick pat on the back and made my way back to the dorm rooms. 'Tomorrow during my break,' I thought, 'I'm going to head to the Chamber and get a fang.'
The next morning, my break was in the morning. I got out of bed early and made my way to the second floor girls' room. Myrtle Warren, the ghost that hung out there, wasn't there at the moment. I remembered the password and how it sounded from the movies. To my surprise, it actually worked.
I made my way down the shoot and landed in a huge pile of old bones. "You can do this Angel," I said, "The basilisk is dead. You have nothing to worry about." I took another deep breath and made my way down the hall. When I finally made it to the Chamber after about 30 minutes of moving rocks out of the way from the cave in three years ago, I walked over to the basilisk's corpse. It was nothing but bones now, but it still reeked of decomp.
I held my breath and moved closer. I quickly snatched a fang out of its mouth and ran away from the stink. I walked carefully back to the world above, not wanting to slip and accidently poison myself. I hid the fang in my robes as I got out of the chamber.
I quickly made my way to the dorm room and took my new fang to my trunk apartment. I hid it in my dresser drawer, and climbed back out. I needed to get ready for class.
"Where are you going for Christmas break Angel?" Hermione asked a week later. Mr. Weasely was still in the hospital, but he was healing nicely. Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny were with him for the time being, and I couldn't help but be jealous. They didn't have to see Harry's sad glances at every turn.
"I think I'm going to rent a flat in Muggle London," I said, "Or stay at a nice hotel… probably the ladder."
"Are you not coming to Grimwald Place?" Hermione asked.
"I'll stop by on Christmas and New Year's, but I have some things to do over the break."
"Well," she said, "We're going to miss you there."
"Some things to do" was only part of the reason why I couldn't stay at Grimwald place. I couldn't be around Harry. He would end up breaking me and my heart into little pieces, and I would break him even worse.
I had already written a note to Uncle William and told him which Hotel I was going to stay at. Gringotts Bank had written me back and told me to stop by and pick up the cup. I decided that I would stop by there and get my mother's diaries while I was there.
I went back to the common room and waited. I knew Harry had detention tonight, and I was going to be here when he came back.
He did come back about 3 hours later. His hand was still bleeding heavily, so I walked up to him, not saying a word, and pulled him to the dorm room. Everyone else was already asleep seeing as it was 11 o'clock at night. I quietly opened my trunk, saying the password, and made Harry climb down the ladder.
I pointed to the couch and gave Harry a pointed look. He just nodded and made his way over to the couch as I made my way to the guest bathroom.
I pulled out a first aid kit and went back to Harry. I sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch and genteelly pulled Harry's hand towards me. I couldn't help the tingling feeling in my fingers as our hands touched or the flipping of my stomach as he looked at me.
I pulled out a pair of stainless steel and a couple of cotton balls. I poured some rubbing alcohol into a tiny spice bowl, and I picked up the cotton ball with the tongs before dipping it in the alcohol.
Harry hissed and gave a small shout as the alcohol touched his fresh cut. His cut read "I must not tell lies."
"Bitch," I growled angrily. I genteelly held his hand as I cleaned it. I put a patch on his hand and then wrapped it up in gauze, and out of habit, of taking care of my brothers when they hurt each other, I kissed his hand then his head. "It's going to be okay," I said in a soft voice.
That's when I realized what I had done. I gulped and stood up suddenly. "Want me to make you some tea or something? May help you get to sleep." I tried to head towards the kitchen, but Harry grabbed my hand.
"Angel… tell me about your life back home. Please," he said.
I looked at him. His eyes were filled with sorrow, regret, and wonder. I had no idea how he managed to hold all those emotions in his eyes at the same time. There was another emotion in there, but I couldn't quite place it.
I chuckled softly, "Let me go make the tea first alright?" He slowly let go of my hand and let me walk away. I quickly made the tea and smiled as I walked back with the tray to see Harry looking at my movie collection.
Crystal had been sending me my Harry Potter movies for the last few weeks, and Harry was looking.
"Is this me?" Harry asked, holding up the Sorcerer's Stone.
"Yep," I nodded, placing the tea tray and cookies on the table.
"He looks nothing like me!" Harry cried, "His eyes aren't right, his hair isn't messy, he doesn't look like he's been through what I have!"
I chuckled, "He doesn't have as much angst as you either."
"I don't have that much!" he pouted.
I just lifted an eyebrow in a "Yeah right" kind of way and sat down.
"What do you want to know about my world?" I asked.
"I really just want to know about your life, your family, your friends, things like that," Harry replied sitting next to me. I fixed our tea and smiled softly and a little sadly.
"Well… I have four brothers. All step brothers, but I fight with them like we're blood. The oldest is Kobe, then Taylor, then Kaleb, then Brady. My sister is about 14 years old, and we used to fight over the stupidest thing," I couldn't help but laugh as a thought came into my head, "We actually got into a cat fight over a pair of sunglasses! I told Kobe to hold my earrings and everything!"
"No way! Really?" Harry asked.
"I'm not lying! I trust my step-mom more than my actual mother though, even if I lived with her."
"Why don't you trust your mother?" Harry asked.
"She gets onto me for every little thing I do. My hair isn't done right, my makeup is too scarce, I'm being too weird in front of my grandma, I thought a black man looked cute. You name it, I've done it wrong apparently." I took a sip of my earl grey tea and sighed.
"Tell me about your friends," Harry said, "What are they like?"
"Well we have Aubrey and Gavin."
"You named your cat after your best friend?" Harry asked.
"I miss them alright?" I said, "If Gavin were a girl I would have named him Aubrey."
Harry burst out in laughter. We talked way late into the night. At some point, I had placed my legs into Harry's lap and my head was leaning against my hand that was on the back of the couch.
"I'm so glad tomorrow is Saturday," Harry said, "We get to sleep in."
"Actually… it's a Hogsmead Weekend," I said with a smile.
"Crap!" Harry said, leaning his head back. He turned to look at me and frowned, "Do you just want to stay in tomorrow? We can sleep down here and drink hot coco in the morning~" Harry sing-songed.
"That actually sounds like a good idea," I said. "Let me just go make two more rooms."
"You can make rooms?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I had to look it up in the library though."
I stood up and waved Harry over to me. I took a breath, lifting my wand. "Ego creo spatium*," I said waving my wand in a smooth motion. As my eyes watched, the entire flat got bigger, the wall my wand was pointed at expanded and two doors appeared in front of us. "Let's see if it worked," I said smiling.
I stood in front of one door while Harry stood in front of the other. We both grabbed a hold of the door knobs and opened the door. "This one seems okay," Harry said.
"Not this one!" I called to him.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked.
"It's a closet…" I said quietly.
"Well… that's okay," he said, "This room is big enough for Ron, Fred, George, and me."
"Really?" I asked walking over to him. The room was big. Like really big!
"I'll be right back," I said. I went into Sirius, Remus, and Uncle William's room and made four copies of their beds before shrinking them and taking them into the new room. I looked at my watch. It was now 7 in the morning and we needed to get back before anyone knew we were missing. "Come on," I said, "We need to head back up. Once everyone is gone to Hogmeade we can come back."
"Awesome," Harry said with a yawn. I smiled at him as I made my way up the ladder with Harry following me. When we climbed out, Neville was just about to wake up.
"Morning Neville!" I said giving him a hug. I was a hugging person. I never did handshakes. After months of being in the same room with these men, they have come to expect a hug every morning.
"Morning Angel," he said groggily, "How are you so chipper in the mornings?"
"I don't sleep," I said jokingly, "Sleep is for the weak!"
Neville laughed, "Are you going to Hogsmeade today?"
"Nah, I got some stuff to look up in the library. I'm doing all my shopping over the holiday.
"How about the Quidditch game tomorrow?"
"I got something special planned for the game," I said looking at Harry. Harry had already been kicked off the Quidditch team, and I thought it would make Harry happy to see that we still had some team spirit.
Harry and I watched as everyone left the dorm room and went down to breakfast then Hogsmeade.
"Ready to go bed?" Harry asked as I opened my trunk.
"You go on ahead. I got to call someone," I said. Harry just nodded his head and went inside the trunk. I grabbed Gavin and also made my way into the trunk. Harry must have already gone in, but he left the Marauders'' map on the table. I put Gavin down and made my way to my fireplace. I grabbed some floo powder and threw it in. "Grimwauld Place!" I said after the flames turned green.
"Angel?" I heard Remus ask, "Is that you?"
"Yeah," I said, "I need you, Sirius, and Uncle William to come through please. I have a proposition for you three."
"We'll be over in 30 minutes," Remus said as he broke off the connection.
I made some hot coco for us instead of the usual tea. I also managed to make some Quidditch cookies while I was waiting.
I had just gotten the cookies and hot coco on the table when all three came into my living room. "Morning," Sirius yawned, "What's up with the wake up call?"
"As you guys know, Christmas break is coming up and I want to ask you guys something."
"What is it?" asked Remus, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
"I want Sirius to move in here, after Christmas break."