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In the car, everyone was silent. Ginny and Hermoine had been filled in on the events, and the strange girl whom everyone seemed to recognize but them, and about the next few stops of their ultra-speed trip.
When they arrived at the Weasley household, Mr. Weasley told them all to REALLY stay in the car this time. He went in, and, after a few tense moments, emerged with Mrs. Weasley, Percy, and Charlie who had been staying over for the summer. They got back in the car, and literally, in the blink of an eye, were sitting in a parking garage.
They all got out, in the same solemn silence, and entered what appeared to be a totally normal muggle elevator. Only, instead of going up, it went down. The buttons were labelled 'Maternity' , 'Emergencies' , 'Long Term Stays' , 'Magical Creatures-Veterinary Dept' , and the likes. Mr. Weasley punched 'Trauma Level 3' and the doors shut. A voice said 'Level Three-Going Down' in the classic automated weather service tone, and then proceeded to ask them all how they were, who they were visiting, how the weather was, and generally, for a few minutes, made excellent conversation.
When they got off, after a few good bye's, and promises to use the same elevator again when they returned, the doors closed with a satisfied click.
The lobby was full of various obviously wizarding folk. One older man, in a scarlet red robe, was wailing about the curse he had put on his own pinkie toe, which was roughly the size of a small dog.
The Weasleys and co. went right up to the receptionist's desk. Mr. Weasley had a few words with the lovely young witch who was working the desk, and soon they were all escorted back into a room entitled 'Suite 308- care of the ministry'.
Inside, the girl was laid out on the hospital bed. Her composure was looking steadily better. On one side of her, a doctor was checking her pulse. On the other, the minister of magic Cornelius Fudge, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were sitting by her bedside.
"Ah. Harry. Good to see you here, my boy." Fudge said, turning to him.
"Harry, may I have a word with you outside?" Dumbledore said, at the exact same time. He rose from his chair, and stopped McGonagall from speaking up. "This won't take long. We'll be back long before he needs to be here." And with that, he left the room, beckoning for Harry to do the same.
Harry followed the headmaster down the corridor a bit. The old man turned, and spoke to him in a grave voice, unlike the laughing one he usually used. This voice was reserved for important things, usually dangerous. Harry knew, because he'd had many opportunities to hear it.
"I've heard about what happened this afternoon at the Malfoy estate. No one is going to punish you, or any of the many Weasleys for what you did, but only because if it weren't for you four, Angelica would still be in that cellar.
"You see, the enchantment placed upon the trapdoor worked so that no person who worked for the ministry of magic could see the door, nor anyone with any intention of good. But thanks, I am sure, to the Weasley twins continued mischief making, they were able to see the door, and to break the spell. " Dumbledore stopped at this point.
"But…Professor, why are you just telling me this? Why not tell everyone else as well?" Harry asked.
"You see, Harry, I'm afraid there's going to be a bit of a shock for you in the identity of this young woman. You know that all your relatives except for the Dursleys are deceased, correct?"
"Yes." Harry felt a foreboding sense of doom as Dumbledore continued.
"We may not have been perfectly honest with you regarding the circumstances of some of your closer relation's deaths. Were you aware, for instance, that you had an aunt on your father's side?"
Harry was dumbfounded. He'd never known that. "How.. How did my aunt die?"
"She committed suicide, by throwing herself into the River Thames when she learned that Lily and James were dead. Since her parents had died while she was young, they were her only family. And she was distraught over Sirius's supposed betrayal. They also were incredibly close. Her body was never recovered, and some people claimed she'd been killed by Sirius, and that he'd written her suicide note to cover his tracks."
Harry could say nothing. He felt somewhere between sadness for another relative he'd never know, and anger at the girl who'd taken herself away from his life. "But, it appears that she never died. Your aunt, Angelica Potter is alive and none the worse for what appears to have been fifteen years in stasis."
Harry was dumbfounded. He had another living relative. Another Aunt. Someone who could at last save him from the Dursleys.
"Dumbledore! Hurry! She's stirring!" came Fudge's voice from down the corridor.
When Harry re-entered the room, he looked again at the girl, Angelica, lying on the bed, and moving slightly. While her hair was blonde to his black, it had that same untamable quality. But on her, it gave more of an innocent, angelic look. Her face strongly reminded him of his father's, and of his own. She had the same mouth, though her nose was tiny as a button, her face was only a tad slimmer than his. And suddenly she opened her eyes, gasping and blinking in the light. And they were the same piercing green as his.
She sat up, and looked around. Her eyes were wild. "What's going on? Where am I?" she asked loudly, and though her voice was musical and soft, it seemed panicked.
"Sit down… shhh…" said McGonagall, as she pressed Angelica back onto her bed.
"Professor McGonagall?" she asked, bemused. "And Headmaster Dumbledore? What are you doing here? Your beard looks so long…."
"Calm yourself Angelica… It's all okay…" said Dumbledore. "You've been under a spell, at the home of Lucius Malfoy and his family. Can you remember how that happened?"
Angelica gasped. "That's right! That dirty rat! That dirty, lying, scum! Peter Pettigrew! He's on … on HIS side! He's going to kill James and Lily and Harry! Hurry, someone, go stop him!" she said, breathlessly. Everyone looked at her almost sadly.
"Angelica, I don't know how to break this to you…" Dumbledore said, slowly. Angelica looked at him with fear, and pain, like she knew in her heart they were already dead. "You've been under that spell for fifteen years."
Angelica's head dropped back on her pillow. Her eyes were blank staring at the ceiling, and tears began flowing down her face. "He…" she said weakly after a time. "He got them, didn't he? He killed them…" she closed her eyes, and more tears were squeezed out.
"Yes. Voldemort killed your brother, and Lily." Dumbledore said slowly. Angelica rolled onto her side and collapsed into great, raking sobs. McGonagall patted her on the shoulder, and whispered, barely audible. "it's okay... it's okay…"
"But, Angelica, there is a silver lining to even this cloud. Voldemort didn't kill Harry, your baby nephew." Angelica stopped her sobbing slightly, and now she turned back towards the people. "This is Harry Potter. Harry, meet your aunt."
Harry stepped forward, not quite knowing what to do. Angelica looked at him, and she almost smiled. "I always told them you'd grow up to be handsome. I always told them, from the first moment I saw you…" she said. Harry slowly took the seat across from Dumbledore, which he was motioned into quickly.
"What's…" Angelica stopped as another fit of sobs and coughing racked her body. "What's happened in fifteen years…?"
"Voldemort fell. When he tried to kill Harry, his powers were destroyed, and his body shattered. His followers were imprisoned, and things were slowly healed over time. Ireland won the last World Cup, by the way. Angelica, can you tell me what happened on the night you were enchanted?" Dumbledore asked.
"okay…" she said, and sniffled. "I was in my flat, in London. Whatever happened to my flat, anyway?" she asked.
"It was cleaned out, your things were placed in your Gringott's vault, and it was rented out again." Angelica looked slightly pained at this news.
"I was in my flat, getting ready to go to bed, when suddenly the doorbell rang. It was my brother's friend, Peter Pettigrew. James has… I mean, had been having all his friends who live in London take turns coming around to check on me, since this was the first time I've been living alone in the flat with him more than a block away. So, anyway, Peter comes by to see if I'm okay, or do I need anything, like a faucet to fix, or some heavy things to move. I say, no, I'm fine, but would you like to come in for some tea and muffins? And he says he's quite busy tonight, but maybe he'll have just one muffin, if it's very quick. So I let him in, and he comes to sit on the new couch I'd bought last week. And while I'm in the kitchen, I hear something, so I come back out, and when I get to the main room, someone hits me over the head." She stopped there, her eyes red, to sniffle a bit.
"I come to inside this big old mansion. I'm lying on a bed, in what looks like a dungeon, and all around me, are little blue flames. And standing right in front of me is… it's you-know-who… and Peter is right next to him! I try and get up, to run away, or get my wand, or something, and…"
Dumbledore interrupted her. "It's okay. You can say Voldemort if you want to. It's not going to hurt you, and no one will mind here. Isn't that right?"
"Okay… Voldemort… he... he...has this cup in his hands, and he gives it to a man on his other side. Suddenly, four more people appear out of the shadows…Death Eaters, and they grab my legs and arms, and the one with the cup shoves this disgusting stuff down my throat. I'm hacking and coughing and choking, and then …. Voldemort, he turns to Peter and says to him, good job. You've brought me the Potter girl, and told me where I can find the family. You are truly a good servant, Wormtail. And then Peter BOWS to him. And Voldemort turns to me, and everything starts getting hazy, kind of like my eyes are going out of focus, only it's like everything is going… and he starts laughing… and it seems like he laughs forever." She suddenly started crying uncontrollably again.
Harry turned to Ron or Hermione for help, only to realize the entire Weasley clan, plus visitor, was gone. "They've gone back to the Burrow. We'll provide a ministry car to take you and Angelica when she's ready. I think she should stay with you until school begins." Dumbledore said.
Harry sat by her bedside for hours as she alternately sobbed and slept. Sometimes a doctor would come in, and check on her again. Over the time, he learned that she had been 15 when she disappeared, and that she would be resuming school at Hogwarts in the fall, in the same year as him, also in Gryffindor.
"Professor?" Angelica asked sleepily, during the long hours Harry waited. "Why… Why didn't any one think to look for me?" she asked.
"People did look for you. The entire ministry of magic's search team was on the job 24-7 for a good week and a half before a note surfaced, claiming to be from you, and stating you'd thrown yourself off London Bridge when you heard the news about Lily and James. You had a beautiful memorial service, actually. They buried a casket full of flowers in the Hogwarts Cemetery."
"I…I had a funeral?" she asked, dreamily. "Do I have a grave?"
"Yes… Yes you do…" Dumbledore answered, and realized that the girl was soundly asleep before he even answered.
2. Angelica
