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Lauren

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A week later I mustered up my courage and went to see Angelina. It had been almost exactly one year see we last spoke face to face. Sure, we'd written a bit in that time, tried to keep up a friendly relationship, but we haven't been in each other's company since the breakup.

I found her outside by Hagrid's old hut, instructing a group of seventh years, my sister among them. She was talking to them animatedly, her back to me, and I watched her and smiled and winked to Ginny, who was giving me a very subtle thumbs up.

Angelina had finished the lesson not long after I arrived, and as the students passed, I noticed many of the girls giggling in my direction. Their professor turned around to head back to the hut, which she had made into an office presumably, when she came face to face with your truly.

"Fred!" Her eyes widened. "You are Fred aren't you?" Her beautiful caramel skinned face flushed pale.

"You always were able to tell us apart, Angel. Not even my mum can do that." I took her hand in mine, which was icy cold to the touch. "We need to talk." I said as I lead her to the hut. Inside, we stood for a long time before I was able to speak again. "Angel why? Why did we..."

"I don't know Fred..." Her voice was so quiet, and she never looked strait at me, not once. "It just... Didn't feel right anymore."

"Do you... Ever regret?"

"Fred, you shouldn't be here." She tried to make a dash for the door, but I pulled her back.

"I miss you! " I held her hands tight. "I miss having you around Angelina, I miss your jokes and your smiles, and those clumsy little things you do."

She laughed. "Like tripping over my own feet?"

"Though you are a marvelous dancer, remember the Yule ball when..."

"Yes, I remember..." It was very dark in the hut but I swear I could see tears running down her cheeks.

"Angel, I don't care if we are dating or not, I just don't want to loose you as a friend. Other then George you were always the person I could run to... Lately..."

"...you feel as if we are complete strangers."

"Well, this is the first time we've met in a year..."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say that, you sound like Alicia... Remember how she would always apologize for everything?"

"Even if it wasn't her fault?" I swear I heard a laugh just then. "I loved that girl like a sister but that was the one thing that just bothered the hell out of me..."

"Do you speak to her a lot still?"

"We send owls every now and then. She still drools over George you know."

A grin spread across my face. "Well perhaps I can arrange something."

Angelina laughed, and I could feel that her hands were no longer trembling in mine.

"Fred..." She began, looking into my eyes for the very first time, "I still..." Then she turned away.

"You still? Still what Angel?"

She never answered me, but instead moved closer until we were barely inches apart. God, how I wanted to kiss her again...

"Professor Johnson?" Cried a voice from outside.

"I have to go... Class..." She explained, then let go of my hand after giving it a soft squeeze.

"Lunch at the Three Broomsticks? Saturday?" I offered.

She smiled and shut the door behind her.

I ran, literally ran, all the way back to the shop. The door flung open and I tore up the stairs with a very confused French woman watching.

"I knew it!" George declared. He was sitting at the kitchen table with his wand and a stack of opened envelopes and order forms, as well as bushels of merchandise all over the room. "I knew that whole 'I hate love' thing was an act!"

I must've had the most gigantic grin on my face, and the funny thing was, nothing even really happened. It's funny how just seeing someone can make you so happy.

"So I suppose you'll be back to normal now you two are an item again."

"Aha dear brother, you are hasty in your accusations." I spun a kitchen chair around and plopped down on it in one swift movement. "It was a meeting of the most innocent kind."

"Innocent? Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson? I must say that you two fit the definition of anything but." I could feel my ears turning red. "I do recall several occasions were McGonagall caught you two engaging in some very 'innocent' activities."

"You misjudge me, George. We talked for a little while-"

"And spent the rest of the time 'making up-'"

"We did nothing of the kind, tough we're meeting for lunch on Saturday, and you will make sure to not be there spying on us."

"Weasley's honor." George smirked. Little good that was. Five galleons says he had his fingers crossed behind his back. George slid a huge pile of parchment in my direction. "Order day, get to work."

Order day. I hate order day. It consists of sitting around the table for countless hours going through order forms, packing goods, and using just about every owl the post office had. I'm thinking we should just buy a couple more of our own... Maybe someday.

My fingers grew numb from wrapping, and taping and tearing after only an hour, and I can't even remember how bad order days were when we didn't have someone running the store downstairs. First Ginny, now Cozette.

Cozette seems to be getting on well here. From what I've seen she is a decent sales woman, though she hasn't yet opened up very much to us. I barely hear her speak, and when she does, it relates only to the store. In her free time she usually just sits in her room reading, and I don't think I've seen her go out on the town once yet. Strange girl, very strange.

Whizbee flew in, skidding on the table and disturbing one of my piles. "Ruddy bird." George said, shooing it away. A copy of the Daily Prophet and a letter from Ginny was left in it's place. We could always tell which letters were from Ginny. Hers were the only ones sent in Gryffindor envelopes. "At least he grabbed the paper on his way in..." My twin remarked. We always forgot to grab the paper in the morning. And by the time we remembered, it was usually gone, taken by someone else. "... And bloody good thing he did, looks who's made front page." George rotated the paper so I could see it.

It was a picture of two people I had never seen before. One was a very tall man with long dark hair and a goatee. Beside him was a shorter woman, very thin, with auburn hair and very piercing eyes. Both their hands were cuffed. Behind them were two men, one who I had seen a few times... His name escapes my mind right now... And the other was my younger brother Ron. They were all walking quickly past a field of reporters, Ron's wand was pointed at the couple at all times.

So he caught them. That was fast. About a week ago Ron got his first real Auror assignment. He's been in training all summer and then they finally paired him up with whats-his-name to chase some death eaters. Jacques and Anja Nuverre were their names, according to the article at least.

At around ten o' clock last night, two of the most infamous death eaters were captured at the hands of new recruit Ronald Weasley and senior Auror Charleton Derrick. Jacques and Anja Nuverre had been strong supporters of the dark lord back twenty years ago, and their devotion had been unwavering. Along with their young daughter Jovanka, now presumably deceased, they were leaders of muggle torture and destruction during the dark wizards reign. When he lost his power then went into hiding on the continent. On their masters return, they came to his side, loyal as ever and continued with the work they had started years earlier. Since the final destruction of Voldemort, they have once again been on the run from ministry officials, knowing there was no where left to go. Derrick and Weasley tracked them down to a cave in western Scotland, where they were arrested and brought to ministry headquarters this morning. According to Percy Weasley, Head of the department of Magical law, the trial is set for next Friday. More news as we learn of future developments in this ongoing story. -Hermione Granger

So Hermione finally got a story published... Good job for her. They've been making her run errands around the office for the past few months, not even so much as looking at her work. Glad she finally got one through.

"Get back to work." George hit me over the head with the rolled up letter that Ginny had sent. I snatched for it.

"What did it say?" I asked.

"Ginny sends you luck with Professor Johnson. She said it was the talk of the whole table at lunch."

"Teenagers..."

"Yeah, always butting into other's people's business..."

"...just like us."

"Which is why we are immature and own a gag shop."