A/N: I managed to persuade Dad not to dismantle the computer until later tonight, because I felt guilty about leaving you with that awful cliff- hanger! I'm sorry!

Disclaimer: Same as before, but just a few things to clear up this chapter. Everything is JK Rowling's except:

Count Pyietek Bolovnik,

Lady Rene Bolovnik/Montague

Orion and Margot Potter (Oh-rye-onn and Marr-go)

Lord Sariso Snape and Lady Shauvonne Snape (Sarr-iz-oh and Sh-ow-von)

But, lets face it. If Ms Rowling wants them, she can have them, because if it weren't for her, there would probably be no "No Angels"!!!

Also, there has been confusion over how Sirius held James down for Severus. All will make sense in time my friends! Meanwhile, look back to "The Making of History – part 2" and see what was said about him there!



The Hooded Figure



If I had not still been quite out of my wits, I would have fought against the figure in the hall. I began to fight his grip on my arm, but was amazed to find I couldn't. I just was not strong enough to break his grip. I stopped wriggling, and looked up at his face, to find he had removed his hood, but it took me a few moments and the sound of his voice for me to recognise him. As ever, he spoke in rapid Romanian.

"Rene! Calm down, girl! It's me!"

"D-dad?"

"Yes, It's me! My poor girl, what on earth happened to your head? I saw you come into the hall, and the first thing I notice is that you look like you've been attacked!" He loosened his grip, and put one of his hands to the gauze dressing and bruising on my head. I flinched at his touch; the gash had become more sensitive over the past two hours, and there was very little numbness left.

"It's nothing, really...I just fell down some stairs." I knew the moment I had said it, it had been a really pathetic explanation to give to the most suspicious man on earth.

"You...right, you fell down the stairs? You're anything but clumsy! You've been brought up as a lady, walking with books on your head to improve your posture! I don't believe you fell down any stairs! You were pushed weren't you?" His hands still stroked the offending temple soothingly. "Who did it?"

"Dad, please...I really, well, I just slipped. The floor was wet, and I fell. I couldn't help it, I swea..."

He was having none of it.

"You can fly! You could have landed on your feet! For the sake of the Gods, child, tell me what happened!"

"It was too crowded for me to try and right myself, and you know I can't fly well!"

"Nonsense. Pure nonsense. Well, if you swear that's what happened, then I shall have the caretaker sacked for negligence! Any mortal child would have died hitting their head so hard!"

"No, no Dad! It wasn't Filch's fault! It was my fault, I just..."

"Pyietek! How good to see you!" A voice ripped from behind me. Father's grip released my arm completely, and his face changed into an open smile.

"Albus!" He stepped forward and shook Dumbledore's hand, speaking well, but with occasional pauses to think of his next words. English always posed him problems. "I have not seen you in the flesh for many, many years. It has been too long, old friend."

"Indeed. I take it that Rene was also in the dark about your visit?"

"Yes, she was. I wanted it to be a suprise, but it seems it is I who has been suprised!" He said, with a downturn in his tone.

"I take it you refer to Rene's head?" Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I must..."

"I've already told him, Dumbledore...About me falling down the stairs." I looked at him with pleading eyes, but, as always, Dumbledore believes in honesty.

"Rene, I think you should tell him the truth." he said, peering over his half-moon spectacles.

"So you didn't fall down the stairs!" Father replied, eyeing me suspiciously.

"No, I didn't. I...I was hit."

"Hit? But...even at...at...what is the word for the part of your head?"

"Temple." Dumbledore offered.

"Yes, even hit at your temple, no mortal could do that!"

"He was wearing knuckle-dusters."

He looked at me puzzled, and then I looked at Dumbledore.

"Excuse me while I explain, Professor."

"Go ahead, Rene." Dumbledore replied encouragingly. I spoke to father in Romanian to make it easier for him to understand.

"They are usually a muggle device, but I don't know where Ja...this boy got them from. It's like a solid metal bar, and it has four holes on the bottom. You put your fingers through them, [I attempted to demonstrate, miming with my hands] and you just...punch."

"A boy at this school did that to you? To *YOU*?" he demanded "Does he not know who you *are*?"

"No, he doesn't." I resumed in English.

"Even so, what kind of child is this? That strikes a lady with...with metal bars? Dumbledore, who did this? I *DEMAND* to know who hit my daughter!"

"Dad, please! It doesn't matter, it was my fault!"

"How? Was it the Servevos boy? It was, wasn't it! I'll *KILL* him!" he barked, fuming beyond anything I had seen before.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" I yelped, standing in front of him. "IT WASN'T HIM!"

"Pyietek, please." Dumbledore reasoned, firmly, but in his usual kind tones. "Believe me, the boy has been punished, and I was going to expel him, but Rene showed compassion and asked for him to be allowed to stay and graduate."

"Why?" He said, stopped in his tracks.

"I didn't want him not to graduate. It wouldn't have been right, he didn't deserve it."

"What he didn't deserve was to be let off so easily! He is the boy with pale skin and black hair to his...shoulders, no?"

"No, Dad, I *told* you it wasn't him! And while we're on the subject, his name is Sev-er-us!"

"Then who was it? Tell me or I will go and kill the pale one!"

"You're going to kill no one! You lay a bloody finger on any one of the people in that hall and I'll never come back to Maramures, I'll never talk to you and I'll never admit I know you ever again!"

"Don't you swear at me!"

"I will if it's what I have to do to get through to you!"

"Pyietek, listen to her. She is a very intelligent young lady, and she has Vada's spirit. Do you ever remember winning an argument with Vada?"

His eyes rolled up into his head, as if searching for a memory.

"No, but that is beside the point, Albus..."

"It is very much the point, my friend. Rene has shown a great deal of kindness to James by forgiving him."

"That I didn't say, Professor. I haven't forgiven him." I realised I had spoken with a tiny bit of defiance in my voice, but as ever, Dumbledore took the comment the way it was intended.

"I know that, Rene. Not completely, but a little. If you really had forgiven James, then you would have done what your father is now threatening to do." he smiled warmly, and continued in a new breath and tone. "Pyietek, I would be *eternally* grateful if you refrained from killing any of my students, though I understand that your reasons are just. Rene is the one who should be angry, but she has found it in her able heart and mind to let this incident pass. The boy in question owes her a great deal for letting him graduate, and indeed, he always will. She has done the most sensible thing she could have done in the circumstances, and I hope you will do the same."

Father sighed heavily, and turned to me.

"All right. I will touch no one...but not out of sympathy for the boy! It is only the fear of losing my daughter that will keep my fists at my side." He smiled at me, and then the three of us began back to the hall. He began to put his hood back up just before I opened the door, but then he turned again to Dumbledore.

"You have my word, friend, that I will do nothing to harm the little monster, but I must know. Was it the S...Severus boy?"

"No, indeed, no. Severus and Rene are the best of friends again, and Severus and 3 other boys came to Rene's aid. The boy who hit Rene is called James Potter, and it was Severus who in turn knocked him unconscious for hitting Rene."

"Really? I would never have expected that of a Potter. Is he Orion and Margot's son?" Dumbledore nodded. "Well, well. And the Severus boy really knocked him out?" Father replied, his eyes widening and a smile forming, just before his hood hid his face. "You must introduce these four boys. What are their names?"

"Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and... Edward Camerson." It sounded funny for me to call him by his full name. I thought it best that I not go into any further detail than that with Ed, but Dumbledore seemed to be in a mood for teasing.

"Yes, yes," he pondered, a cheeky smile adorning his lips. "Mr Camerson is a good friend of Rene's also." and with that, he re-entered the hall, chuckling to himself.

"What did he mean?" Dad asked, genuinely confused.

"Nothing, nothing at all!...Come on, or We'll miss the start!" And I hurried back into the hall and up to join Severus and Ed, anxious to escape any further questions. They had just finished talking to Lord and Lady Snape (Sariso and Shauvonne) Ed greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, which I was less than grateful under the circumstances, but the hooded figure only paused for a moment, and then resumed his seat. I looked at Ed and laughed.

"You are one lucky little bugger, Ed!"

They both raised eyebrows at me, but I just smiled back.

"It's my Dad, and I'd watch out if I were you!" I joked, but he took it seriously. He was nervous for the rest of the day!