Chapter Four A Welcome Home Fit for a Black
Angel smiled down at Mark and rubbed his red hair till it almost looked as messy as Harry's. Mark giggled and ran into the house passed them. "WOW!" he sighed as he looked around the room just beyond the front door. Harry even stopped to awe at it when he reached Mark's side. It was bright and sunny. There were fluffy chairs and couches on either side of the hall and candles that came on just as the door shut behind them. Dumbledore pushed passed them to a door at the end of the hall label, "The Order of the Phoenix" and Angel turned a left to go down Mrs. Black's hall way.
Mark looked at Harry and Harry looked at Mark, they smiled. They started off toward the hall way Angel had taken when they notice she had stopped mid way and was talking to a picture. "Good evening Madam." Angel said with a slight bow.
"Awe, my dear, you are the best thing that has happened to this house since your father left it." The picture spoke back in a classy tone.
"Dear woman, my father was much braver than you think he was. The way you talk about Mrs. Weasley and how she treats her sons, well. that is the way you treated my father." Angel recollected, defending her blood.
Harry stopped Mark and pulled him to the wall to watch.
"Defending your father are you? Well, I guess you must." The picture said shortly. "When are you going to move me.I hate watching blood traitors and mud-bloods walk passed me?" The picture nearly screamed.
"I know you do madam. Your room is almost ready, a week or so I guess. And don't call them blood traitors or mud-bloods. just because they don't act like you and your perfect son doesn't make them bad people." Angel barked.
The picture only huffed and walked out of view. Angel stared at the frame, loath growing in her eyes then she set off back toward the kitchen. Mark was smiling as they passed the frame, looking for any sign of the woman who was speaking from it. When they reached the kitchen door they heard voices, loud yelling voices.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU MISSED A WHOLE MEETING! DUNG HASN'T EVEN MANAGED THAT BEFORE! I HAVE HALF THE MIND TO KICK YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE!" It was obvious Mrs. Weasley was having another row at Angel.
"Mum, would you shut up. She probably has a very good reason for what she did." Said another, this time a calm male voice.
"BILL AUTHOR WEASLEY; DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOU! KEEP TO YOURSELF!" Molly yelled. She then redirected her cries at Angel. "INRESSPONCIBLE SPON OF MALFOY! I HAVE HALF THE MIND TO KILL YOU!"
"Well as for killing; be my guest." Angel replied skillfully. "As for kicking me out. you can't."
"YES I CAN! THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE, THIS IS HARRY'S! SIRIUS LEFT IT TO HIM!" Molly screamed, she slammed her hand or something down on the counter.
Mark now hugged Harry's arm, nearly peeing in his pants as Mrs. Weasley spoke. "I'm sorry Molly, but this is not Harry's house, it is mine. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place is to stay in the Black family for as there is a Black alive. And I being the last Black own this house, so hold your tongue or you will be out!"
"IS THAT IT SIRIUS ANGEL? YOU ARE JUST GOING TO KICK ME AND MY FAMILY OUT ON THE STREETS!" Molly's voice softened a little, no doubt thinking of what that would mean.
"I didn't say your family, I love your boys and Ginny, I said you." Angel said coolly. "Harry, Mark, you don't have to hide outside. Molly wants to kill me, not you." Angel said loudly so the two could hear her.
Harry pushed open the door slightly, still having Mark hanging on his arm. "Hey Harry!" Called Charlie. Harry forced a smile as he eyed the room. Mrs. Weasley, now red in the face and eyes bugged out, no doubt in disbelief that Harry and Mark heard her, was chopping vegetables sharply. Charlie, Bill, Fred, George and Mr. Weasley were all grouped around Angel, who was sitting in the middle of the table.
"Sit down Harry." Fred said patting the seat beside him. "When did you and your friend get here?"
".err." Harry began, taking his seat next to Fred. Mark let go of Harry and sat in Angels lap. He was pale white now.
"I'll explain." Angel announced. "After we eat, Harry has gone though an ordeal tonight, he needs some feeding."
George blushed slightly, and stood up quickly. "I'll get the rest of 'em." He announced striding across the floor.
"So." Harry started trying to ease the silence. "How is the store going Fred?"
"GREAT! You can't believe it! We've almost mastered this new treat. It this candy that you.."
"Fred, I don't believe we should talk about that right now." Mrs. Weasley barked.
"Mum, just because you don't like the Joke Shop, doesn't mean Fred can't talk about it." Bill argued, now turned around to meet his mother's eyes. "You don't like my ear ring or my hair. but they are still allowed at the table." Molly grew even redder and started banging the knife on the cutting board harder.
"You own a joke shop!" Mark squealed. Fred raised an eye brow and look from Mark to Harry.
"Who is this guy Harry?" Fred said though the side of his mouth.
"Mark Evans, he lived in Little Whinging and just got his letter." Harry said shortly, propping his head with his hands.
Just then George came back with Dung, Tonks, Mad Eye, Ron and Hermione behind him. "HARRY!" Hermione squealed as she threw herself on his neck.
Harry patted her back awkwardly. "Hi Hermione."
"But you weren't supposed to come till tomorrow!" Hermione said cheerfully as she sat herself down beside him.
"Hey Ron." Harry addressed, ignoring Hermione.
"What's up mate?" Ron said, his freckles, if possible, grew in number. "Whoa!" He cried as he looked at Mark, who had scrambled from Angel's lap. "It's look at a picture of me when I was 10."
"I'm not ten!" Mark puffed, holding his hand to his hips. "I'm eleven, and I'm starting wizarding school in September."
Ron raised an eyebrow and held back a chuckle. Mad Eye smiled sweetly and sat down at the opposite side of the table. "Enjoy the meeting Angel?"
"Oh come on Mad Eye, are you going to have a row with me too? I have a perfectly good reason for not coming this evening." Angel puffed jokingly.
Tonks smiled at her and shook her head playfully. "Don't say anything.Nymphadora.." Angel stuck her tongue out and Tonks grew pink.
"Don't' call me that." Tonks buried her head in her hands and shook her head.
The table laughed. "Well than, tell us old wise and noble Black, what was more important than an Order meeting?" asked Dedalus Diggle.
"I will tell you as soon as Dumbledore and the rest of them get down here. No use telling the tale more than once." Angel said coolly, getting up and getting plates. Fred and George jumped up to help. They collected silver wear and glasses and plates, all with the Black family crest on them. "You know, we should change the crest to the Order of the Phoenix crest." Angel said as she rubbed on of the glasses. "Might be neat." Bill and Charlie nodded before continuing their conversation on Dementors.
Lupin, Kingsely Shacklebolt, Elphias Doge, Emmelina Wance, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, Dumbledore, three other men and two other women walked in the room with Ginny tailing behind them. They all took their seats after greeting both Harry and Angel. "Ah, Albus, please sit down." Angel said, scooted over. Dumbledore bowed to her and did as she said.
"Move over Harry." Mark hissed in his ear. Harry obeyed and Mark sat down. "Harry," he said more loudly. "Why are you so famous?"
The room grew quiet. Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Mad Eye, Tonks and Dumbledore all suppressed a laugh, the rest of the room looked horrified.
"What?" Mark asked sheepishly looking around the room.
"I'll tell you later." Harry hissed back.
"No, tell me now. Why did those men attack you?" Mark squealed.
"Harry attacked? When?" Author questioned, now edging into anger.
"Calm down Author." Angel soothed. She drew the jar from her cape and placed it in front of her. "I went to talk to Mark's parents. Rather his mum, because she wasn't going to let him go to Hogwarts. Well after a while, I told her I would pick him up when I came to collect Harry. Well, Mark was so excited to be leaving with Harry, that he wanted to go tell him." Angel's eyes twinkled at Mark, and he blushed. "So we just turned down Privet Drive and I hear a scream. Figgy comes out of her house screaming every curse word an old lady should know and telling me it was my fault and to get my ars down there."
Dung snorted. "That old bat."
Angel smiled and nodded. "So, I start running down Privet Drive. When I get there, the Dark Mark is already over the house. Petunia is stunned on the floor, two death eaters have Dursley and his pig of a son, Peter here has Harry and one was standing there leading the parade." Angel said while pointing at the rat in front of her. Everyone gasped and Dumbledore nodded. "So, I stunned the three death eaters, put them in binds, got Harry and his stuff and came here. Now, I'm sorry I missed the meeting, but what was I supposed to do?"
"You said four men, why only stun three?" Doge asked.
"Because, I'll be damned before the Ministry gets a hold of Peter Pettigrew before I do. He'd turn into that damn rat and run away or I would have to wait for them to get there." Angel explained.
"Peter Pettigrew a rat?" Ginny squealed.
"Yeah, what did you think? You knew Sirius was innocent." Ron sput out.
"Well, of course," Ginny said as she eyed the adults, "But I didn't know Peter was a rat." She turned beastly red and looked down.
"Well then, why didn't you stay?" Charlie asked, rather interested in the story.
Angel turned to him, smiled and said, "The Ministry would have thrown me in jail just for growing up with the Malfoy's and Harry would have been put in a wizarding home till school." Charlie blushed slightly and nodded as though he already knew this.
"Hold it! You grew up with the Malfoy's?" Ron cried.
"Sadly" Angel screwed up her face.
"But why?" Hermione started, now helping Mrs. Weasley place the food on the table.
"Because my mum died, my dad was being shipped off to Azkaban and the Malfoy's thought it a treat to host as my parents." Angel explained miserably.
"So you grew up with Draco?" Ginny squealed.
"Sorta, he would be at the house every now and again. But Lucas lived in Bulgaria so Lucius and his humble family didn't bother with us too much." Angel splat, obviously tied and worn from the conversation. Mrs. Weasley sat down loudly between Mr. Weasley and Charlie, without a word.
"Your related to the Malfoy's though aren't you?" Bill asked, leaned over toward her.
"Well not by choice." Angel said smoothly. "And if I'm not mistaken, you are related to them one way or another." She cocked her head slightly at Bill and he grinned devilishly.
"Enough about this!" Dung bellowed. "I'm hungry and talking about these stinking Malfoy's don't help the eating process."
Everyone tucked in hearty meal. Mr. Weasley, King and Bill all started to clear the table. Fred and George were explaining their jokes to Mark Evans who was memorized by the whole affair; Mrs. Weasley was talking to Hestia, Hermione, Ginny and Tonks. Angel was sitting in the middle of Harry, Ron, Dumbledore, Charlie, Elphias Doge, Remus and Sturgis talking hushly about what happened that evening.
"Who where they? I didn't think Death Eaters would be that dumb to come in and get Harry." Charlie bellowed softly.
"Well, they weren't hard to put out. Voldemort must have sent his weak ones to do it. and then sent Wormtail along to make sure it went as planned." Sturgis grunted shrilly.
"Yes, that might have been it." Dumbledore said, leaning back away from the circle. "What did you say their names were?"
"The one leading it Haden Doge," with this Elphia gave a sickening grunt of hatred. "the one holding the son was Gaylord Malfoy, 17 year old twerp of Lucas's second cousin and the one Mr. Dursely knocked in was Franklin Yon."
"Yon?" Remus breathed. "He was in our year. Hufflepuff wasn't he Dumbledore."
"I think so." Dumbledore said with a nod. "The question is: how they intercepted the letter. They must have known we were coming to get Harry."
Elphias Doge gave a glance at Angel and puffed. "Get off it." Angel whined. "Just because I grew up with death eaters, doesn't mean I'd turn Harry in. Hello, I rescued him."
"Yeah, but your second cousin was one of them. and how do we know the Ministry got them?" Doge retorted.
"Damnit, I am not a fucking Malfoy, okay!" Angel hissed. "Besides, wasn't your brother one of the death eaters? Maybe you tipped him off?"
"Blaming each other won't help." Harry said firmly. "I don't believe anyone in the Order would try to turn me over, so until someone makes me believe they will, enough!"
"Well spoken Harry." Dumbledore announced bring pink to Harry's cheeks.
Just then an ear shattering scream came from the hall. It was a death scream and yell of pure loath. "GET YOUR STINKING ASS OUT OF MY PICTURE YOU BLOOD TRATIOR. I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE YEARS AGO AND NEVER COME BACK."
Angel jumped form her seat and pushed her way through to the hall. Harry followed close behind her with the rest of the kitchen following him. "I WILL NOT LET YOU SPEAK TO HER, NO! SHE WAS RAISED DAMN GOOD BY THE MALFOYS AND I WILL NOT LET YOU RUIN HER!" Mother Black shrieked again. "YOU BETTER BE GLAD THAT LUCAS MALFOY LOVED THAT GIRL SO MUCH, HE SAVED YOUR MISTAKE!"
"ARE YOU SAYING THAT ANGEL WAS A MISTAKE? SHE WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME. AND THAT FALLS RIGHT AFTER GETTING AWAY FROM YOU!" yelled an angry, harsh male voice.
"Sirius!" Angel shrieked as she reached the frame of the picture. Harry was feet behind her, scared to get any closer and everyone else stayed farther away. Mrs. Black was kicking and screaming and hitting just outside the view of the frame. Finally a grunt of agony and sigh she stopped. "Where is he?" Angel breathed.
"He's gone!" Mrs. Black said merrily. "Got him out of my picture, the filth, how I ever called him son." Mrs. Black smiled wider.
"Bring him back." Angel said firmly, choking on tears.
"No, he will ruin everything Lucas built in you. He is the only father you need." Mrs. Black answered.
"Bring him back you old hag!" Angel cried hoarsely
"Nope, I'll be damned before that little runt shares my frame."
"BRING HIM BACK OR I'LL RIP YOU DOWN!" Angel screamed.
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!" Mrs. Black yelled.
"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT? I'LL RIP YOU CANVUS TO SHREDS IF YOU DON'T BRING HIM BACK HERE NOW!" Angel yelled.
"I WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" Mrs. Black yelled back.
"AURGH! YOU FLITHY, OLD WIND BAG!" Angel twirled a knife at her finger tips that she had grabbed on her way out of the kitchen. She sunk the knife into the top corner and streaked it across to the opposite bottom corner.
"Mistress." Kreacher edged closer to Angel. The knife was still in the painting and she was holding it tightly. "Mistress Sirius Angel." Kreacher said again. He reached for her hand still holding the knife and drew it away. Angel dropped the knife and sank down onto her knees. "Leave Mistresses and Masters, leave my Mistress Sirius Angel alone!" Kreacher cried at everyone. Everyone obeyed.
"Oh Kreacher, what have I done?" Angel splat.
"No more than what Mistress Victoria disserved." Kreacher soothed. Angel buried her face in her hands and Kreacher soothed her head, stroking her hair. "It will be okay my Mistress Sirius Angel, it will be okay."
Harry stood there alone in the corridor with Angel bent down crying and Kreacher soothing her hair. He gave a long glance at the portrait; the wide gash across the middle of it. He had seen such before done to the Fat Lady at Hogwarts, but then the Fat Lady ran away crying, in this case, Mrs. Black stomped away fuming with rage and muttering curses under her breath. Harry was about to leave when he heard Angel whispered softly as though dreaming. "This is the home you always wanted, the one you always dream about, the home of your father, and your finally here Sirius Angel, your finally here." Kreacher sighed, as he moved to patting her back. "Welcome home." Angel sighed before returning to her muffled tears. "Welcome home."
Angel smiled down at Mark and rubbed his red hair till it almost looked as messy as Harry's. Mark giggled and ran into the house passed them. "WOW!" he sighed as he looked around the room just beyond the front door. Harry even stopped to awe at it when he reached Mark's side. It was bright and sunny. There were fluffy chairs and couches on either side of the hall and candles that came on just as the door shut behind them. Dumbledore pushed passed them to a door at the end of the hall label, "The Order of the Phoenix" and Angel turned a left to go down Mrs. Black's hall way.
Mark looked at Harry and Harry looked at Mark, they smiled. They started off toward the hall way Angel had taken when they notice she had stopped mid way and was talking to a picture. "Good evening Madam." Angel said with a slight bow.
"Awe, my dear, you are the best thing that has happened to this house since your father left it." The picture spoke back in a classy tone.
"Dear woman, my father was much braver than you think he was. The way you talk about Mrs. Weasley and how she treats her sons, well. that is the way you treated my father." Angel recollected, defending her blood.
Harry stopped Mark and pulled him to the wall to watch.
"Defending your father are you? Well, I guess you must." The picture said shortly. "When are you going to move me.I hate watching blood traitors and mud-bloods walk passed me?" The picture nearly screamed.
"I know you do madam. Your room is almost ready, a week or so I guess. And don't call them blood traitors or mud-bloods. just because they don't act like you and your perfect son doesn't make them bad people." Angel barked.
The picture only huffed and walked out of view. Angel stared at the frame, loath growing in her eyes then she set off back toward the kitchen. Mark was smiling as they passed the frame, looking for any sign of the woman who was speaking from it. When they reached the kitchen door they heard voices, loud yelling voices.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU MISSED A WHOLE MEETING! DUNG HASN'T EVEN MANAGED THAT BEFORE! I HAVE HALF THE MIND TO KICK YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE!" It was obvious Mrs. Weasley was having another row at Angel.
"Mum, would you shut up. She probably has a very good reason for what she did." Said another, this time a calm male voice.
"BILL AUTHOR WEASLEY; DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOU! KEEP TO YOURSELF!" Molly yelled. She then redirected her cries at Angel. "INRESSPONCIBLE SPON OF MALFOY! I HAVE HALF THE MIND TO KILL YOU!"
"Well as for killing; be my guest." Angel replied skillfully. "As for kicking me out. you can't."
"YES I CAN! THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE, THIS IS HARRY'S! SIRIUS LEFT IT TO HIM!" Molly screamed, she slammed her hand or something down on the counter.
Mark now hugged Harry's arm, nearly peeing in his pants as Mrs. Weasley spoke. "I'm sorry Molly, but this is not Harry's house, it is mine. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place is to stay in the Black family for as there is a Black alive. And I being the last Black own this house, so hold your tongue or you will be out!"
"IS THAT IT SIRIUS ANGEL? YOU ARE JUST GOING TO KICK ME AND MY FAMILY OUT ON THE STREETS!" Molly's voice softened a little, no doubt thinking of what that would mean.
"I didn't say your family, I love your boys and Ginny, I said you." Angel said coolly. "Harry, Mark, you don't have to hide outside. Molly wants to kill me, not you." Angel said loudly so the two could hear her.
Harry pushed open the door slightly, still having Mark hanging on his arm. "Hey Harry!" Called Charlie. Harry forced a smile as he eyed the room. Mrs. Weasley, now red in the face and eyes bugged out, no doubt in disbelief that Harry and Mark heard her, was chopping vegetables sharply. Charlie, Bill, Fred, George and Mr. Weasley were all grouped around Angel, who was sitting in the middle of the table.
"Sit down Harry." Fred said patting the seat beside him. "When did you and your friend get here?"
".err." Harry began, taking his seat next to Fred. Mark let go of Harry and sat in Angels lap. He was pale white now.
"I'll explain." Angel announced. "After we eat, Harry has gone though an ordeal tonight, he needs some feeding."
George blushed slightly, and stood up quickly. "I'll get the rest of 'em." He announced striding across the floor.
"So." Harry started trying to ease the silence. "How is the store going Fred?"
"GREAT! You can't believe it! We've almost mastered this new treat. It this candy that you.."
"Fred, I don't believe we should talk about that right now." Mrs. Weasley barked.
"Mum, just because you don't like the Joke Shop, doesn't mean Fred can't talk about it." Bill argued, now turned around to meet his mother's eyes. "You don't like my ear ring or my hair. but they are still allowed at the table." Molly grew even redder and started banging the knife on the cutting board harder.
"You own a joke shop!" Mark squealed. Fred raised an eye brow and look from Mark to Harry.
"Who is this guy Harry?" Fred said though the side of his mouth.
"Mark Evans, he lived in Little Whinging and just got his letter." Harry said shortly, propping his head with his hands.
Just then George came back with Dung, Tonks, Mad Eye, Ron and Hermione behind him. "HARRY!" Hermione squealed as she threw herself on his neck.
Harry patted her back awkwardly. "Hi Hermione."
"But you weren't supposed to come till tomorrow!" Hermione said cheerfully as she sat herself down beside him.
"Hey Ron." Harry addressed, ignoring Hermione.
"What's up mate?" Ron said, his freckles, if possible, grew in number. "Whoa!" He cried as he looked at Mark, who had scrambled from Angel's lap. "It's look at a picture of me when I was 10."
"I'm not ten!" Mark puffed, holding his hand to his hips. "I'm eleven, and I'm starting wizarding school in September."
Ron raised an eyebrow and held back a chuckle. Mad Eye smiled sweetly and sat down at the opposite side of the table. "Enjoy the meeting Angel?"
"Oh come on Mad Eye, are you going to have a row with me too? I have a perfectly good reason for not coming this evening." Angel puffed jokingly.
Tonks smiled at her and shook her head playfully. "Don't say anything.Nymphadora.." Angel stuck her tongue out and Tonks grew pink.
"Don't' call me that." Tonks buried her head in her hands and shook her head.
The table laughed. "Well than, tell us old wise and noble Black, what was more important than an Order meeting?" asked Dedalus Diggle.
"I will tell you as soon as Dumbledore and the rest of them get down here. No use telling the tale more than once." Angel said coolly, getting up and getting plates. Fred and George jumped up to help. They collected silver wear and glasses and plates, all with the Black family crest on them. "You know, we should change the crest to the Order of the Phoenix crest." Angel said as she rubbed on of the glasses. "Might be neat." Bill and Charlie nodded before continuing their conversation on Dementors.
Lupin, Kingsely Shacklebolt, Elphias Doge, Emmelina Wance, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, Dumbledore, three other men and two other women walked in the room with Ginny tailing behind them. They all took their seats after greeting both Harry and Angel. "Ah, Albus, please sit down." Angel said, scooted over. Dumbledore bowed to her and did as she said.
"Move over Harry." Mark hissed in his ear. Harry obeyed and Mark sat down. "Harry," he said more loudly. "Why are you so famous?"
The room grew quiet. Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Mad Eye, Tonks and Dumbledore all suppressed a laugh, the rest of the room looked horrified.
"What?" Mark asked sheepishly looking around the room.
"I'll tell you later." Harry hissed back.
"No, tell me now. Why did those men attack you?" Mark squealed.
"Harry attacked? When?" Author questioned, now edging into anger.
"Calm down Author." Angel soothed. She drew the jar from her cape and placed it in front of her. "I went to talk to Mark's parents. Rather his mum, because she wasn't going to let him go to Hogwarts. Well after a while, I told her I would pick him up when I came to collect Harry. Well, Mark was so excited to be leaving with Harry, that he wanted to go tell him." Angel's eyes twinkled at Mark, and he blushed. "So we just turned down Privet Drive and I hear a scream. Figgy comes out of her house screaming every curse word an old lady should know and telling me it was my fault and to get my ars down there."
Dung snorted. "That old bat."
Angel smiled and nodded. "So, I start running down Privet Drive. When I get there, the Dark Mark is already over the house. Petunia is stunned on the floor, two death eaters have Dursley and his pig of a son, Peter here has Harry and one was standing there leading the parade." Angel said while pointing at the rat in front of her. Everyone gasped and Dumbledore nodded. "So, I stunned the three death eaters, put them in binds, got Harry and his stuff and came here. Now, I'm sorry I missed the meeting, but what was I supposed to do?"
"You said four men, why only stun three?" Doge asked.
"Because, I'll be damned before the Ministry gets a hold of Peter Pettigrew before I do. He'd turn into that damn rat and run away or I would have to wait for them to get there." Angel explained.
"Peter Pettigrew a rat?" Ginny squealed.
"Yeah, what did you think? You knew Sirius was innocent." Ron sput out.
"Well, of course," Ginny said as she eyed the adults, "But I didn't know Peter was a rat." She turned beastly red and looked down.
"Well then, why didn't you stay?" Charlie asked, rather interested in the story.
Angel turned to him, smiled and said, "The Ministry would have thrown me in jail just for growing up with the Malfoy's and Harry would have been put in a wizarding home till school." Charlie blushed slightly and nodded as though he already knew this.
"Hold it! You grew up with the Malfoy's?" Ron cried.
"Sadly" Angel screwed up her face.
"But why?" Hermione started, now helping Mrs. Weasley place the food on the table.
"Because my mum died, my dad was being shipped off to Azkaban and the Malfoy's thought it a treat to host as my parents." Angel explained miserably.
"So you grew up with Draco?" Ginny squealed.
"Sorta, he would be at the house every now and again. But Lucas lived in Bulgaria so Lucius and his humble family didn't bother with us too much." Angel splat, obviously tied and worn from the conversation. Mrs. Weasley sat down loudly between Mr. Weasley and Charlie, without a word.
"Your related to the Malfoy's though aren't you?" Bill asked, leaned over toward her.
"Well not by choice." Angel said smoothly. "And if I'm not mistaken, you are related to them one way or another." She cocked her head slightly at Bill and he grinned devilishly.
"Enough about this!" Dung bellowed. "I'm hungry and talking about these stinking Malfoy's don't help the eating process."
Everyone tucked in hearty meal. Mr. Weasley, King and Bill all started to clear the table. Fred and George were explaining their jokes to Mark Evans who was memorized by the whole affair; Mrs. Weasley was talking to Hestia, Hermione, Ginny and Tonks. Angel was sitting in the middle of Harry, Ron, Dumbledore, Charlie, Elphias Doge, Remus and Sturgis talking hushly about what happened that evening.
"Who where they? I didn't think Death Eaters would be that dumb to come in and get Harry." Charlie bellowed softly.
"Well, they weren't hard to put out. Voldemort must have sent his weak ones to do it. and then sent Wormtail along to make sure it went as planned." Sturgis grunted shrilly.
"Yes, that might have been it." Dumbledore said, leaning back away from the circle. "What did you say their names were?"
"The one leading it Haden Doge," with this Elphia gave a sickening grunt of hatred. "the one holding the son was Gaylord Malfoy, 17 year old twerp of Lucas's second cousin and the one Mr. Dursely knocked in was Franklin Yon."
"Yon?" Remus breathed. "He was in our year. Hufflepuff wasn't he Dumbledore."
"I think so." Dumbledore said with a nod. "The question is: how they intercepted the letter. They must have known we were coming to get Harry."
Elphias Doge gave a glance at Angel and puffed. "Get off it." Angel whined. "Just because I grew up with death eaters, doesn't mean I'd turn Harry in. Hello, I rescued him."
"Yeah, but your second cousin was one of them. and how do we know the Ministry got them?" Doge retorted.
"Damnit, I am not a fucking Malfoy, okay!" Angel hissed. "Besides, wasn't your brother one of the death eaters? Maybe you tipped him off?"
"Blaming each other won't help." Harry said firmly. "I don't believe anyone in the Order would try to turn me over, so until someone makes me believe they will, enough!"
"Well spoken Harry." Dumbledore announced bring pink to Harry's cheeks.
Just then an ear shattering scream came from the hall. It was a death scream and yell of pure loath. "GET YOUR STINKING ASS OUT OF MY PICTURE YOU BLOOD TRATIOR. I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE YEARS AGO AND NEVER COME BACK."
Angel jumped form her seat and pushed her way through to the hall. Harry followed close behind her with the rest of the kitchen following him. "I WILL NOT LET YOU SPEAK TO HER, NO! SHE WAS RAISED DAMN GOOD BY THE MALFOYS AND I WILL NOT LET YOU RUIN HER!" Mother Black shrieked again. "YOU BETTER BE GLAD THAT LUCAS MALFOY LOVED THAT GIRL SO MUCH, HE SAVED YOUR MISTAKE!"
"ARE YOU SAYING THAT ANGEL WAS A MISTAKE? SHE WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME. AND THAT FALLS RIGHT AFTER GETTING AWAY FROM YOU!" yelled an angry, harsh male voice.
"Sirius!" Angel shrieked as she reached the frame of the picture. Harry was feet behind her, scared to get any closer and everyone else stayed farther away. Mrs. Black was kicking and screaming and hitting just outside the view of the frame. Finally a grunt of agony and sigh she stopped. "Where is he?" Angel breathed.
"He's gone!" Mrs. Black said merrily. "Got him out of my picture, the filth, how I ever called him son." Mrs. Black smiled wider.
"Bring him back." Angel said firmly, choking on tears.
"No, he will ruin everything Lucas built in you. He is the only father you need." Mrs. Black answered.
"Bring him back you old hag!" Angel cried hoarsely
"Nope, I'll be damned before that little runt shares my frame."
"BRING HIM BACK OR I'LL RIP YOU DOWN!" Angel screamed.
"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!" Mrs. Black yelled.
"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT? I'LL RIP YOU CANVUS TO SHREDS IF YOU DON'T BRING HIM BACK HERE NOW!" Angel yelled.
"I WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" Mrs. Black yelled back.
"AURGH! YOU FLITHY, OLD WIND BAG!" Angel twirled a knife at her finger tips that she had grabbed on her way out of the kitchen. She sunk the knife into the top corner and streaked it across to the opposite bottom corner.
"Mistress." Kreacher edged closer to Angel. The knife was still in the painting and she was holding it tightly. "Mistress Sirius Angel." Kreacher said again. He reached for her hand still holding the knife and drew it away. Angel dropped the knife and sank down onto her knees. "Leave Mistresses and Masters, leave my Mistress Sirius Angel alone!" Kreacher cried at everyone. Everyone obeyed.
"Oh Kreacher, what have I done?" Angel splat.
"No more than what Mistress Victoria disserved." Kreacher soothed. Angel buried her face in her hands and Kreacher soothed her head, stroking her hair. "It will be okay my Mistress Sirius Angel, it will be okay."
Harry stood there alone in the corridor with Angel bent down crying and Kreacher soothing her hair. He gave a long glance at the portrait; the wide gash across the middle of it. He had seen such before done to the Fat Lady at Hogwarts, but then the Fat Lady ran away crying, in this case, Mrs. Black stomped away fuming with rage and muttering curses under her breath. Harry was about to leave when he heard Angel whispered softly as though dreaming. "This is the home you always wanted, the one you always dream about, the home of your father, and your finally here Sirius Angel, your finally here." Kreacher sighed, as he moved to patting her back. "Welcome home." Angel sighed before returning to her muffled tears. "Welcome home."