The next few days brought on peace and relaxation. Which caused the morning of returning to Hogwarts extremely stressful and chaotic.

"Did you get all your presents?" Sirius called, running up the stairs with few items that had been strewn around the kitchen and dining room.

"Yeah!" Angel and Harry cried unanimously as they bustled in and out of rooms. Hermione ran around, knocking Harry over.

"Oh, sorry Harry! Angel, Sirius, have you seen my planner?"

"You can have mine!" Ron shouted from his bedroom. Hermione scowled at him.

"I think I already packed it but-Oh I'll go check again!" She jogged back into the room she and Ginny shared. Ginny emerged from the room at the same time, looking calm and nonchalant.

"You are all still packing? Wow, pretty speedy!" Angel rolled her eyes and rushed back into her own room, as Mrs. Weasley hurried through the halls.

"30 minutes till the taxicab arrives!" She called to the kids. The twins came into Angel's room and she struggled to close her trunk.

"Hey babe," Fred kissed Angel on the cheek, "Having trouble?" Angel frowned at him.

"What do you think?" Fred laughed and helped her snap it shut, as George threw himself on his bed.

"Man, I'm gonna miss this house at school." He said, playing with one of the pillows. Angel stood up.

"Definitely. At least I can visit often though." She leaned into Fred as Sirius appeared in the doorway.

"Ready? The cab's here." Angel sighed, nodded, and grabbed her trunk. She dragged it to the doorjamb, where Sirius picked up the other end.

"I'm going to miss you a lot you know." She looked lovingly at her father.

"I'll miss you too." She replied, walking to the foyer.

"Well, this is my stop." Said Sirius, placing the trunk at the doorway. He pulled his daughter into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, and softly said, "I love you." He smiled and pulled away.

"I love you too." She grabbed her trunk and pulled it to the yellow car waiting for the students. Mrs. Weasley took it and packed it tightly with the other luggage. Angel squeezed in the front seat with Fred. The cab driver watched them strangely.

"I think it's only meant for one person." He spoke with an evil look in his eyes. Angel smiled sweetly.

"Sorry sir, but this is necessary. If you see how many people we have in here…"

"If I get pulled over, you are all paying extra." The driver grumbled as he pulled away from a waving Mrs. Weasley. Angel shrugged and flashed another brilliant smile, the smile she often used to get her way. The smile that always worked.

"But sir, we all have seatbelts!" She exclaimed. Her glared at her, but didn't say anything. Angel fumbled with the radio and began to sing loudly to disturb the driver. The others joined in until the angry driver shut it off.

"Why sir! We were listening to that!" He slammed on the brakes at the train station.

"Get out." He mumbled rudely, as Angel, Hermione, and Harry pulled out Muggle money.

"Oh no," he refused, beginning to drive off, "getting rid of all of you is payment enough." He sped away, leaving the group with their massive amounts of luggage on the curb. The struggled getting it on 3 separate carts, and headed towards the barrier. They took turns running through the wall and to the train.

Arriving at Hogwarts had been easy enough, after their stressful holiday. Angel and Fred and just got settled in, catching up with their friends, when McGonagall burst in.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Black, Professor Dumbledore would like to see you." Angel stood up, along with Fred, George, and Ron. Professor McGonagall hadn't been specific.

"No, sit down Ronald, George. It's just those two." Angel and Fred exchanged glances, but followed her out to the menacing gargoyles.

"Sugar Quill!" She called, causing the statues to jump aside, and the winding staircase to begin winding upwards. She pointed towards the staircase and pushed them forward.

"Good luck." She wished after them. Now their expressions were filled with worry.

Angel pushed open the heavy oak doors to the office and stepped inside, with Fred in suit. There was no one in the office but Dumbledore and his mouthy paintings. He welcomed them.

"Hello, you two. Please have a seat." They reluctantly pulled up the chairs to his desk. Dumbledore began.

"I have recently received word from your parents about your current, situation," He gazed disappointedly at Angel, and she cast her eyes downward, "and we have some accommodations. Don't think you two are the first to ever have this happen. In fact, I believe you understand this quite well Angela." She raised her head and her left eyebrow.

"Don't you know? Your parents were in the same situation!" Angel's eyes widened.

"They were?" Dumbledore nodded.

"But I digress. To continue on with the first subject, we have a dorm for married couples, or in your case, almost married couples." Fred laughed, and one of the portraits scoffed.

"In my day, children didn't laugh at their Headmasters." Dumbledore turned to look at Phineas Nigellus. Instead of looking angry, he smiled.

"Phineas, I believe you know your great-great-great granddaughter, Angela?" He looked confused.

"You mean Sirius actually had a child?" He asked in disbelief. "And this child is getting married?" Angel nodded.

"Yeah, I am." His eyelids lowered as he processed this.

"At 17? Despicable. The last of the Blacks really don't amount to anything." He turned and strode out of the portrait. Angel laughed this time. Dumbledore continued on.

"Here's the key. You'll find the door off to the left in your Common Room." He sighed with a bit of relief and rustled with some papers resting on his desk. "I have to say, I am pretty relieved."

The couple exchanged awkward and confused glances.

"You are both in the same house, and that makes it so much easier for the staff and me. I can't tell you how difficult it is to create a co-ed dormitory for two people in different houses. How many Gryffindors marrying Slytherins, I can't tell you." Angel laughed softly and picked up the key.

"Thanks so much, Professor. This means a lot." She smiled, and got up to give him a hug. Fred rose as well. Dumbledore graciously accepted and returned the hug. When they broke apart, he stiffened and became the Headmaster again.

"Well, I suggest you be on your way. You probably have much to do to get this ready." Fred and Angel nodded, and left the office hand in hand.

"Wow, do you think we have our own bathroom?" She asked excitedly. Fred smiled at her, as they walked across the frozen grounds.

"I'm sure we do. Dumbledore DOES know you and your approximate bathroom time." She fought back a smile.

"Oh really now? How long does it take me to get ready? And why do you count?" She looked down as the snow crunched under her largely heeled boot, which still didn't bring her up to Fred's towering height.

"Fine, well you spend about 2 hours every morning, plus an extra 3 if you are going somewhere that night. Do you know how long I wait for you in the mornings to go to breakfast and classes?" She laughed, which brought her bouncy curls in front of her face. He brushed it out of her eyes and to the side of her face, which caused her to giggle and blush as she had done when they first began to date. They walked in silence through the castle and up the stairs to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Confundus!" Angel cried to the large painted woman mumbling excitedly to herself.

"Well, alright, don't shout at me. Ungrateful children, think they can get away with anything…" She swung open to reveal the bustling common room filled with students rushing around, dressed as Muggles, sharing their Christmastime experiences.

"I'm going to go get my things, and my old roommates to help." She kissed him quickly and skipped up the stairs to find Angelina, Alicia, and Katie giggling over the latest Witch Weekly. She flopped on Alicia's bed, where the others were sitting, and laughed.

"What?"

"Why are you so happy?"

"What's happening, Angie?" She had friends who knew her all too well.

She smiled slyly and looked at her friends.

"Fred and I are moving in together and I need help with all my stuff." She spoke in one breath. Luckily, they could completely understand her and began to squeal.

"No way!"

"Ohmigosh Ange!" They quickly gathered the loose items she hadn't brought to Grimmauld Place and her truck, and trudged downstairs. She whipped out her key and unlocked the door off to her left, as Dumbledore had said. They entered to find a spacious living area, with a small couch and chair, and a door on each wall. Curiosity settled in, and they dropped down her stuff to explore. Angel led her friends into the oak door on the left, into the bedroom.

"Oh My!" She breathed, looking around. The bed was large, no doubt a king, with plush carpeting and rich oak furniture. "I-We…This is too much!" Alicia and Katie giggled, throwing themselves on the velvet comforter.

"Just accept it Angie! It's amazing! We are so having a party here!" Alicia cried, rubbing the soft quilt against her cheek. "Soft!" She exclaimed. Angel shrugged and joined them, giggling and laughing.

"Wait, where's Lina?" Katie asked, using the familiar nickname for Angelina. Mostly, the girls called Angel Ange, Angie, or La. They exchanged unsure glances when they heard an excited cry from the other end of the dorm. They got up and ran through the other oak door, into the bathroom, where Angelina was sitting on the edge of the tub, staring at it admiringly. It was sparkling white with golden clawed feet.

"I am so coming over to use the bathtub!" Angelina cried. Angel laughed.

"Yeah, just try and pry me out of it!"

Meanwhile, Fred was putting his stuff together, while George lay on his bed, throwing darts at a picture of Umbridge and Fudge.

"You could help you know." Fred suggested, putting the sweaters his mother had knitted him for Christmas into his trunk. George shrugged.

"Nah, I'm busy." Fred sighed and sat carefully on his bed.

"Oy." George stood up and pried the darts from the canopy of his bed.

"What?"

"I-I, I'm getting married. And having a baby." George was at a loss for words. Fred sat and comprehended everything while George pulled out his wand and summoned his Patronus. Ginny and Hermione came running in.

"What's going on?" George nodded to Fred and returned to throwing darts at the picture. Ginny and Hermione sat on either side of him, immediately recognizing the problem.

"Angel?" Hermione asked, although it was obvious. Ginny sighed.

"Ok, listen to me, interrupt and die. Angel loves you. Not only that, she's in love with you. If she wasn't, do you think she would go through this? I mean, having a baby is a big deal. For her to want it with you is a huge deal." Fred started to speak, but Ginny slapped him, and he quickly closed his mouth. "You are marrying the love of your life. Don't even deny it, I've seen you two. She's marrying hers. You guys are going have an amazing life. So suck it up and go move in with her!" He laughed, but then raised an eyebrow.

"How'd you know we're moving in together?" Ginny shrugged.

"I know everything." Hermione chuckled.

"Alicia and Katie are advertising a party there for Friday. It's all over the Common Room." Fred rolled his eyes and continued to pack, shoving things into his trunk.