Author Speaks: o_0, not really.. i need, like, suggestions on how to IMPORVE this.. *blank space* meeeeep.

3. Prime Time News Spot

Sometime after nightfall, Angelica was released from the hospital. Dumbledore and Harry escorted her up to the parking lot and loaded her into the ministry car that was provided. She was still sniffling a little bit, and she fell asleep almost before the car started moving. Harry turned to Dumbledore, who was to ride with them to the Burrow, and said "If she's been asleep for 15 years, why is she sleeping now? Hasn't she got enough of that?"
Dumbledore chuckled "Her body needs time to adjust to being awake again. And she's had quite a shock, you know. It's been 15 years, and she's technically 30 years old now. And had missed half her life." Harry nodded. And before long he too, was asleep in the old black limo.
Someone was shaking him awake. "Harry, Harry, Harry!" It was Ron. He was at the Burrow. "Come on, get a move on! Get up to bed if you're so tired!" Harry looked around. Angelica was being gingerly carried into the house by Charlie and Percy. And Harry decided to let thought of any kind other than snoozing wait until morning.
And morning came, rushing on ahead as usual. Harry woke around ten, and stumbled down the stairs to breakfast, where the headline of the papers was "ANGELICA POTTER FOUND ALIVE IN BASEMENT OF LUCIUS MALFOY;" and below that "Malfoy under arrest in Ascaban with wife" sadly, with son wasn't added, and the article stated that the younger Malfoy was with his aunt and uncle for the duration. The article gave him some interesting information, as well as a picture of Angelica with his father, which was definitely going to go into his scrapbook. The article mentioned him as well, but only briefly. "Angelica is the aunt of the famous Harry Potter, and is staying with him at the home of then Weasleys …" it went on to explain how she'd be resuming her education at Hogwarts, among other things. It also said Lucius Malfoy had been suspended as a school governor there. This made Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny glad to no end.
"Hey Harry!" Ron said through a mouthful of bagel. "Take a look outside if you want to see something REALLY weird."
And it was weird. Peering out through the curtains, Harry could see hundreds of witches and wizards outside, some of them with flowers, some with candy, some just there… News witches were reporting live and taking pictures. And one of them had noticed his face peeking out. About twelve magical microphones were thrust into the open window. "What's your take on all of this, Harry?" "How do you feel about acquiring a new, living relative?" He shut the window and continued his breakfast.
About fifteen minutes later Hermione came down, holding one of Angelica's hands like she could break at any moment, and sat her down for breakfast. "Oh.. I'm starving!" Angelica said, proceeding to stuff her face.
"I haven't eaten that well in fifteen years!" she said a few minutes later. Her color was returning to a normal shade, and her eyes, which had previously been sad and bland, were lively and sparkling. "Come to think of it, I haven't eaten AT ALL in fifteen years!" She laughed at her own joke a bit, and it was cheering. She had a merry laugh, like a thousand pixie bells tinkling.
When Angelica discovered the people outside, or rather, the people outside discovered her, things got a bit out of hand. ALL of the news casters in the entire yards were suddenly cramming themselves into the burrow's front door, trying to be the first to get an exclusive interview. But Mrs. Weasley, thankfully, shut the door in their collective faces. "Good riddance to bad rubbish." she said. Her opinion of the news profession had declined rapidly after she heard the truth about Rita Skeeter.
Angelica, however, couldn't stop looking out the windows. "Wow… all these people came to see me?" she said, astounded. And was rapidly distracted as she too got the microphone treatment.
Mrs. Weasley began barricading the house around noon-time. The original visitors were still there, and more were arriving every minute. Someone had even set up a specific area for people to arrive by Apparation. "Is my house some sort of circus?" she would ask, making her rounds of all the windows and doors, hitting the news crews with spoons and flying gnomes, and attempting to clear a path through the flowers before her house was buried in them.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George were playing their sixth round of Exploding Snap when Angelica came down the stairs, dressed in a white peasant necked shirt, and a pair of Hermione's over-large blue jeans. "Can I see some of the people now?" she asked, as she pulled her hair back into two identical pigtails, then braided them.
"I don't see why not dear…" Mrs. Weasley trailed off, realizing she couldn't have kept them all out forever. Angelica slowly stuck her head out the door, hiding behind a particularly huge bouquet of roses, and surveyed the field in front of the burrow. It really DID look like a circus. She came back in a moment later, shaking her head. "I can't tell who's who anymore.. they all look so… so much older!"
It was then that Percy, who had been doing something for work, spoke up. "I've got an idea, I daresay. Why don't you have everyone organize themselves into News casters, visitors, and the general public. And for gosh sakes, get any Muggles who've wandered up here OUT!"
It was true that a few Muggles from the town down the hill had heard the commotion, and joined the throng outside. These were quickly sifted out, and returned to their homes with a little memory altered. Otherwise, Percy and Charlie went through the groups of people calling out "News Casters, Interviews, Pictures, Publicity, OVER THERE!" and pointing to one half of the field. "Personal visitors, HERE! Any others, THIS WAY! Questions? ASK US!" it was generally very entertaining to watch them, and the entire group inside the house did it for quite a while. Fred and George even began marching around the kitchen yelling "Hungry people, AT THE TABLE! Complaints, GO TO MOM! Idiots, MARCH WITH PERCY!"
When the yard had finally been sorted out, the personal visitors were let in one by one. And the first one to walk in the door was Professor Lupin. He, having been one of James's close friends, knew Angelica very well, and he even stopped off for a moment to speak with his former students, who had become door control. (Needless to say, Fred and George were enjoying themselves turning any stray newscasters into Canaries.)
"How are you all doing today?" Lupin asked when he saw Harry. Harry responded that they were fine, if not a bit tired out. Lupin, bearing a box of chocolate frogs, laughed and went into the living room, where Mrs. Weasley had set up camp.
Being the matron that she was, Mrs. Weasley demanded that Angelica, who looked so fragile, should stay sitting. But the moment that Lupin walked in the door, she tackled him in a huge hug. And then attacked the candy. "Yummy…" she said, laughing, and beckoning for him to sit. "What have you been up to in all this time?" she asked, stuffing a whole frog into her mouth.
"Well, just all the same things, really. This and that. Oh, and for a year, I was a teacher at Hogwarts." He said, smiling.
She almost choked on her frog. "YOU, a teacher? This I have to hear all about!" Their conversation continued on for a good half hour, until Lupin finally said he really ought to go if he was going to get any work done at all today. "Come see me again!" Angelica shouted after him. "And bring more candy!"
The next few visitors brought flowers to her, which she piled up on one of the sofa's. But right after her old dorm-mate with a bouquet of white roses and lilies-of-the-valley, along with a box of chocolate truffles, came Hagrid, bearing a mammoth sized box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and a couple more chocolate frogs. These Angelica devoured as well, while talking to the giant game keeper some.
"So you've gotten to be friends with Harry?" she asked, smiling.
"Yeah, he's quite a feller, an' he's helped me out'r trouble lots more times then I cin count."
"Has the school changed much since I was there?" she asked, thoughtfully munching on a truffle.
"Not much really. But I've been made the Care of Magical Creatures Teacher!" Hagrid said. Angelica was ecstatic, since that was one of her favorite subjects, now taught by one of her favorite people.
By the end of the day, the living room was a flood of flowers, and the entire family had been stuffed beyond compare with all the food that Angelica'd been brought. Apparently everyone remembered that she loved sweets more than anything, or almost anything at least.
Angelica was still confined to sitting as much as possible, so the games had been moved onto the couch, for her sake. And she was really talented at Wizard Chess, Harry learned. She was just then beating him for the fourth time, while Hermione and Ron tried desperately to help him, and Ginny laughed herself to pieces. The twins had set up a huge sign, for anyone who came tomorrow, saying "The Weasleys, along with their guests, in consideration of all the wonderful people who've visited us, have moved to Antarctica."
Harry finally decided to stop fighting the loosing chess battle, and had gone upstairs to get the photo album of his parents. He wanted to put in the picture that had been in the post, and to see if Angelica was in any of the pictures.
When he returned, he heard the trademark sounds of Ron being defeated at Chess. Otherwise known as Ron's pitiful howling of "Noooooo….!"
He opened the album to the first picture, the one of his parent's wedding. He was POSITIVE Angelica would have been there. He began looking for her, but was having no luck when suddenly, someone was talking from over his shoulder.
"I was the flower girl. See the one with the long blonde hair, in that ridiculous dress?" Angelica said. And Harry did see her. About two years younger than she looked now, in a hugely puffy dress, with flowers all over her hair. With one hand she was throwing little flower petals at the camera, and with the other, eating a piece of cake. "That was me…" she said, blushing. "it was REALLY good cake, you know."