Chapter Nine
Running into Malfoys
Another week passed. Auroras, teachers and other Order members would breeze through the house. Bill and Charlie weren't even there everyday now. The bed rooms would be smaller and bigger everyday as would the table. Some nights it would just be the Weasley's, Hermione, Harry, Mark, Angel and Miley. others day the whole Order would eat and sleep there. Harry finally decided he agreed with Mad Eye, Angel was a very good house owner, being able to provide for unknown numbers of people and having everything you need took great skill and organization.
It was the last week of summer vacation and for the first time, Harry seriously didn't long to go back to school. He was having fun with all the Weasley brothers, Angel, Hermione and Mark. It wasn't till now that Harry's gut clenched. what if Mark was sorted into another house. he didn't know if he could stand not seeing Mark as offend as he has been and what if he was put in Slytherin. then Mark would be forced to hate him. At this thought, Harry was more spacey with Mark, though Mark wasn't with him. It was like a big brother, little brother relationship. At breakfast that Wednesday morning, three day before September first, Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat. "Tuck in, we're going to Diagon Alley after breakfast."
A wide grin grew on Ginny's face as well as Angel's. "Vhat is Die-a- gone All-e?" Miley asked, dropping her fork.
"It's a Wizarding Market Place, you'll get all your school books and such there." Hermione said brightly. Miley gave her a how-dare-you-talk- to- me glance and finished eating.
After they ate, they got their robes and collected their money bags and started for Algie's house. For the first time since the Order came to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, no one was inside. Mark was skipping, yes skipping, between Harry and Angel, holding Angel hand. "Sirius, how am I going to pay for all my stuff?" Mark said, as though he was making common conversation and not really caring for the answer.
Harry stopped and stared at him. How was he going to pay for it? His mom and dad didn't give him any money. "Call me Angel, not Sirius. you'll confuse people, and don't worry about the money, I've gotten it taken care of." She patted Mark's red head with her free hand and winked at Harry. "Your family didn't leave you without anything."
Harry was taken aback by her last remark. what did that mean? They walked in Algie's house, without knocking as always, and took turns using Floo to the market. Once there they spilt up. "Okay, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Miley. you've all got you're staying with me. Mark, Harry. you go to Gringotts with Angel. We'll meet at the Fred and George's store in three hours." Mrs. Weasley commanded without leaving any time for anyone to complain.
Angel rolled her eyes at Molly Weasley and took Mark's hand again, guiding him down the crowded market place. Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny, Hermione and Miley disappeared behind them. Harry sighed, 'guess he won't be spending much time with them today', and sped off the catch up with Angel. They walked passed shops and stores, many kids waving to Harry, most of which he knew. Mark only beamed each time someone yelled "Hey Harry!" or clamped him on the shoulder asking if he was all right. Pride showed in the kid's red cheeks for some reason.
"Here we are!" Angel said brightly, finally getting passed a mob of giggling girls. She stood right in front of the wizarding bank. It was tilting and was obviously been held up by magic.
"WOW!" Mark breathed, dropping Angel's hand. "Why doesn't it fall over?"
A gang of guys chuckled when they heard his question. Mark stuck his tongue out at them and they laughed harder. Mark rolled his eyes and went back to staring at the bank. "Magic," Angel said simple, twinkling her fingers at the boys who had laughed and were now staring at her. "Come on." She continued to fight her way through the crowd.
Finally, they broke off into the bank. Light reflected off the gold and silver of the coins and mirrored on the wall. The floor and the walls were marble and the tiny men counting the money grunted out numbers. "Are those goblins?" Mark whispered to Harry.
"Yeah, and don't look at them. Mean little things." Harry hissed through the side of his mouth. Angel took the lead, striding down the way.
"I would like a withdraw for Mr. Harry Potter, Mr. Markus Evans and Miss. Sirius Angel Black." Angel said politely.
"There's no fault for Miss Sirius Angel Black." The goblin grunted.
"Then it might be under Malfoy, but I was positive I changed it." She said, leaning over to look at the goblin's notes.
"Yes. yeah. it's under Malfoy. but I'll change it." The goblin said boredly. "Do ya have yer keys?"
"Oh, yes, all three." Angel said brightly.
"Follow me," He said with a massive sigh.
Mark smiled and skipped behind the short creature. They stepped into the cart and it took off. Angel sat their perfectly still as though it wasn't jumping off the track or making 90° turns. Mark held his arms in the air screaming, "WHEEEEEEE!" and Harry just hung on tight.
First they stopped at a black vault, trimmed in gold. Instead of a number it read, "Sirius Angel Bl." and the rest of Black was appearing before their eyes. She rolled her eyes at Mark pointing at this and saying "WOW!" and just unlocked it. Inside were mounds, upon mounds of gold. She scooped some of the money up and put it in a bag, putting the bag in her pocket. Harry tilted his head to see the rest of the vault, which was pretty much overflowing with gold. There was a small wooden box in the corner. It was locked and had a big "SIB" burned on the top. Angel looked at him and followed his eyes. "Dad's money. After he was. killed. the money got sent to my vault." Angel said, looking down the box surrounded by galleons.
Harry nodded, not knowing what to say. The rest of the money had to be part of the Malfoy fortune and the Black's inheritance. They got back in the cart and went flying back down into the tunnel. They stopped at Harry's next. He scooped up some money into the bag, put it in his pocket and him and Mark jumped back into the cart.
"Nope!" The goblin grunted, "Not driving the thing two feet." Mark and Harry jumped out of the cart, bewildered.
Angel handed the man Mark's key and he went to the vault right next to Harry's. He unlocked it and gold came shining out at them, almost as much as Harry had the first time he saw his own vault. "Where did I get all this? My family doesn't have any witches or wizards in it." Mark said, for the first time closing in on speechlessness.
"You got that from your family and you do have magic in your family; your dad's side mainly." Angel said, laughing at her words. Harry smiled shyly and messed with his hair. Mark gathered some of the gold and silver and held it in both hands, afraid to drop it.
They got back into the cart and rode back. Mark didn't act as though it was a roller coaster; he just listened quietly as Angel described to him how the money system worked.
Once they were out in the bright sun light, Mark was talkative again. He went on and on about how he wanted a broom and how fun it was at the bank. Angel only smiled and nodded and Harry sometimes half regretting telling him stuff. Mark started telling Angel about the Chamber of Secrets and it ended up a few twenty people didn't know that story and were following them around till the eleven year old finished.
They had gotten Mark's robes, cauldron and ingredicence, a pet toad he named Chudley after Ron's favorite Quidditch team, which fit since the toad was oddly orange and his scales, all that was left was the books and his wand. Harry pulled out his book list at this and read;
Standard Book of Spells: Grade Six
By: Miranda Goshawk The Dark Arts
By: Robert Trimble Seer and Seeing
By: Jackie Dessen Expert's Guide to Transfiguration
By: Emeric Switch
"Wait a minute." Harry started reading his book list. "I'm not taking Divinations anymore."
Angel leaned over his shoulder, looked at him and smiled. "I know that, it's for something else." She took the list out of his hands and handed both Harry's and Mark's book list the sales person who returned later laddered with books.
"Only a wand next?" Harry asked; carrying half of Mark's stuff plus his four books.
"Yes, I think that's it." Angel said checking off things from Mark's list.
They walked into Ollivanders and Harry literally dropped all his bags. "HARRY!" Angel hissed.
"Sorry," Harry muttered, messing with his hair.
Mark smiled and dropped his bags too, giggling when Angel turned around. "MARK!"
"Good afternoon!" Came a voice from behind the desk. Mark jumped as Mr. Ollivanders himself came gliding into view on a sliding ladder. "Miss Black. Mahogany wand. Ten and half inches. Pliable and Unicorn. Yes, very good wand, much like your mum's cousin's I say."
"Yes sir." Angel said, nodding her head.
"Mr. Potter.holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches." He said again.
"Yeah." Harry said trailing off.
"And I see you have done great things with your wand, very great indeed." Mark smiled with pride and Harry turned pink in the cheeks. "Well, now. Mr. Evans."
"How did you know my name?!?" Mark gasped.
"Because Mr. Ollivanders has no life and knows everything." Angel said.
Mr. Ollivanders laughed and smiled at her. "You act just like you father, dear. Always wise cracking and pulling pranks." Angel turned pink this time and smiled sadly. "Good man he was, good man. Now than, Mr. Evans. which arm is your wand hand?"
"Err. left I suppose." Mark said.
"Yes, yes, a south paw, just like your dad's cousin. ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, willow, dragon heart string. very nice." Ollivanders said as he measured Mark's arm. "Yes, yes. let's try." He disappeared behind the book cases fingering boxes as he muttered to himself. "Yes, yes. Maple and phoenix feather. 7 inches. I believe Mr. Potter even tried this wand."
At this Mark gave a huge grin and took the wand from Ollivanders. He swished it in the air and it knocked Harry off his feet. "Sorry Harry!" Mark squealed, throwing the wand aside and kneeling down to Harry.
"I'm fine Mark, seriously. just don't point it at anyone." Mark grew red and helped Harry back to his feet.
"No, I don't believe that one will work." Ollivanders picked up the wand Mark threw and carried it back. "Try this one." Ollivanders said as he returned with another wand.
Mark gripped it, galloped and waved the wand at the door in front of him. Green and silver sparks flew from the wand. Mark smiled and looked at around at Harry and Angel looking for applause, but their mouths dropped open. "What?" Mark asked, a little worried.
Angel shook her head and made her lips meet again. "Nothing, good job!"
Mark beamed showing his missed teeth. "Very odd." Ollivanders said softly.
"What is?" Angel said breathlessly, picking back up her bags.
"Well, this is an odd combination. eleven inches, yew, swishy and a Hippogriff feature." He said slowly.
Angel gasped; bringing her hand to her mouth and staring from Harry, to Mark, to Mr. Ollivanders. "I'm afraid so dear. afraid so."
"But. surely. I didn't think. then it must be true." Angel finally said.
Ollivanders nodded. Mark paid proudly for his brand new wand and they left. They were finally on their way to Florean Fortesue's Ice Cream Parlor for a treat before they had to meet at Fred and George's. They were carrying large packages and bags, most of which were Mark's. "ANGELICA!" a boy's voice screamed. Harry tried to see over the boxes but only saw bleach blond hair.
Angel gasped slightly, "Draco."
Harry dropped his bags and stared at Malfoy. "I've missed you!" Draco threw his arms around Angel's waist and Angel petted his back motherly. His hair was no long slicked back, but messy and in his face, which made him look older.
"I know you have, I've missed you too." Angel said softly.
Malfoy pulled himself off Angel. "Why did you take that dirty name again? Why not keep Malfoy?"
"Because I'm not a Malfoy. and I'm proud of my father." Angel said nicely.
"Why, because he landed himself in Azkaban?" Draco said, laughing.
"Watch it Malfoy!" Harry warned.
"Potter. what are you doing here? Go away!" He said nastily.
"Draco. leave Harry alone, he's with me." Angel said, picking up the bags Harry dropped.
"And what with the little Mudblood!" Draco hissed, eying Mark.
Angel brought her hand back and slapped him. "Don't talk to him like that! If I didn't know better, you've actually been listening to that father of yours!"
"Well didn't you listen to yours; running around with half breeds and Mudblood, not to mention blood traitors and a Potter." Draco hissed back.
"Yes, I have listened to my father. His best friends were a half breed and a Potter. as for blood traitors, I respect the Weasleys." Angel hissed back at Malfoy.
"What about Mudbloods, you like them too?"
A nasty smile formed on Angel face and she stepped forward, getting in his face. "Wasn't it a nasty Mudblood who stopped your Dark Lord the first time?" Angel asked innocently.
"Our Dark Lord, and she didn't stop him for long. You better wise up, or Lucas will be coming after you." Draco said turning on heel.
"YOU TELL HIM TO COME AFTER ME YOU LITTLE BAG OF SHIT!" Angel yelled at him getting everyone's attention. Draco's ears turned red, but he didn't turn around.
"Why'd you do that?" Mark said after they started off again.
"Draco's not like everyone else, you got to get under his skin, his father is the best at it. He's like a fricken robot. I just need to learn how to let him in control it." Angel said sweetly.
"What? You're going to actually help him?" Harry said.
"Of course. we've been though a lot together. he's just not strong enough. No one loves him like they did me; he didn't have anyone besides his father who gave him the time of day. He didn't have enough self respect and pride to over throw the curses and lessons." Angel said shrugging her shoulder.
They didn't say very much after that. They got ice-cream, which was giving free to Harry, and made their way to the joke shop. Mrs. Ron and Miley were in a corner looking over some of the new pranks George and Fred had invented. Ginny was with Hermione flipping though new school books, and Mrs. Weasley was lecturing to Fred and George about how a joke shop isn't a respectable job.
"Why not go into the Ministry or invent something useful. none of these silly pranks. Aren't you getting to old for this stuff?" Mrs. Weasley said, picking up a Lip Sucker and throwing it on the floor.
"Not here mum, yell at us when we get home." Fred said, picking up the candy.
"Oh really. I'm yelling at you. do you want me to yell at you?" She said her voice mounting.
"Besides mum, why would you want us in the Ministry? One son already went rotten in there. you want the both of us to stale at the SAME time?" George said, giggling at points.
"How dare you! At least Percy found a respectable job!"
"At least our heads are normal size. Have you seen him lately; strutting around the Ministry like he's the flipping Minister? Hell, if he ever DOES becomes Minister, I'm moving out of the country." Fred dared say.
"How DARE YOU?" Molly yelled.
Angel flipped the close sign on the door. "Molly, snap out of it! Defending that little runt won't make him come home. he's to pig headed to admit he was wrong."
"Stay out of this Angel!" Mrs. Weasley said, trying to be calm.
"No, I won't. Bill, and Charlie and Fred and George. they have all gone out in the world and made respectable jobs for themselves. you drag on Bill for his style. on Charlie for working so far away. on Fred and George because they actually like their job. at least they still talk to you!" Angel said sternly.
"What are you trying to say?"
"That Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny are the best damn kids you could ask for and you give them hell! Percy is the one who turned against you women, drag on him. but you defend him. he's the perfect son!" Angel said.Ron and Ginny turning red. "I don't blame Percy though, if I had an old bat riding my case for 18 years, I would have turned too!"
"Don't you dare!" Mrs. Weasley said, her face matching her hair. "Don't you dare tell me how I should raise my children?"
"I can't, they're already raise! So stop trying to raise them. let them make mistakes, let them get dirty and see what the real world is like. you can't hover over them forcing them wash their hands all the time! Maybe the reason Percy won't come back because he doesn't want a day to day reminder of his mistake from you!" Angel said calmly.
"How can you say that?" Mrs. Weasley sat down, sniffing into a tissue. "How can you say that I would do that? Look what you grew up with!"
"Yes and my life was a living hell! The difference is I don't care what they say because I hate them. you're children love you and care about what you say, that's why it kills me for you to bring them down all the time!"
"I only do that because I love them! Charlie should work closer to home, Bill is too handsome to be walking around with an ear ring and long hair and Fred and George are too smart to be working in a joke shop!"
"What of Percy?" Fred said softly, nearly a whisper.
"Percy did what he wanted and is happy doing it." Mrs. Weasley said softly. "He's smart. has a job close to home. he's clean cute and he's."
"He's in rank!" Angel yelled.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly.
"Yeah, Servus and I dug it up a few days ago. trying to make him turn on you for good. don't know if he's biting or not though."
Mrs. Weasley went into a fit of tears. "Why do you do this to me? What did I do?"
"I just think you need to respect your children and their point of views more." Angel said softly. "Percy might just love you the most, trying to be the perfect son and he's fail miserably."
"Oh my Percy." Mrs. Weasley cried.
Another week passed. Auroras, teachers and other Order members would breeze through the house. Bill and Charlie weren't even there everyday now. The bed rooms would be smaller and bigger everyday as would the table. Some nights it would just be the Weasley's, Hermione, Harry, Mark, Angel and Miley. others day the whole Order would eat and sleep there. Harry finally decided he agreed with Mad Eye, Angel was a very good house owner, being able to provide for unknown numbers of people and having everything you need took great skill and organization.
It was the last week of summer vacation and for the first time, Harry seriously didn't long to go back to school. He was having fun with all the Weasley brothers, Angel, Hermione and Mark. It wasn't till now that Harry's gut clenched. what if Mark was sorted into another house. he didn't know if he could stand not seeing Mark as offend as he has been and what if he was put in Slytherin. then Mark would be forced to hate him. At this thought, Harry was more spacey with Mark, though Mark wasn't with him. It was like a big brother, little brother relationship. At breakfast that Wednesday morning, three day before September first, Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat. "Tuck in, we're going to Diagon Alley after breakfast."
A wide grin grew on Ginny's face as well as Angel's. "Vhat is Die-a- gone All-e?" Miley asked, dropping her fork.
"It's a Wizarding Market Place, you'll get all your school books and such there." Hermione said brightly. Miley gave her a how-dare-you-talk- to- me glance and finished eating.
After they ate, they got their robes and collected their money bags and started for Algie's house. For the first time since the Order came to Number 12 Grimmauld Place, no one was inside. Mark was skipping, yes skipping, between Harry and Angel, holding Angel hand. "Sirius, how am I going to pay for all my stuff?" Mark said, as though he was making common conversation and not really caring for the answer.
Harry stopped and stared at him. How was he going to pay for it? His mom and dad didn't give him any money. "Call me Angel, not Sirius. you'll confuse people, and don't worry about the money, I've gotten it taken care of." She patted Mark's red head with her free hand and winked at Harry. "Your family didn't leave you without anything."
Harry was taken aback by her last remark. what did that mean? They walked in Algie's house, without knocking as always, and took turns using Floo to the market. Once there they spilt up. "Okay, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Miley. you've all got you're staying with me. Mark, Harry. you go to Gringotts with Angel. We'll meet at the Fred and George's store in three hours." Mrs. Weasley commanded without leaving any time for anyone to complain.
Angel rolled her eyes at Molly Weasley and took Mark's hand again, guiding him down the crowded market place. Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Ginny, Hermione and Miley disappeared behind them. Harry sighed, 'guess he won't be spending much time with them today', and sped off the catch up with Angel. They walked passed shops and stores, many kids waving to Harry, most of which he knew. Mark only beamed each time someone yelled "Hey Harry!" or clamped him on the shoulder asking if he was all right. Pride showed in the kid's red cheeks for some reason.
"Here we are!" Angel said brightly, finally getting passed a mob of giggling girls. She stood right in front of the wizarding bank. It was tilting and was obviously been held up by magic.
"WOW!" Mark breathed, dropping Angel's hand. "Why doesn't it fall over?"
A gang of guys chuckled when they heard his question. Mark stuck his tongue out at them and they laughed harder. Mark rolled his eyes and went back to staring at the bank. "Magic," Angel said simple, twinkling her fingers at the boys who had laughed and were now staring at her. "Come on." She continued to fight her way through the crowd.
Finally, they broke off into the bank. Light reflected off the gold and silver of the coins and mirrored on the wall. The floor and the walls were marble and the tiny men counting the money grunted out numbers. "Are those goblins?" Mark whispered to Harry.
"Yeah, and don't look at them. Mean little things." Harry hissed through the side of his mouth. Angel took the lead, striding down the way.
"I would like a withdraw for Mr. Harry Potter, Mr. Markus Evans and Miss. Sirius Angel Black." Angel said politely.
"There's no fault for Miss Sirius Angel Black." The goblin grunted.
"Then it might be under Malfoy, but I was positive I changed it." She said, leaning over to look at the goblin's notes.
"Yes. yeah. it's under Malfoy. but I'll change it." The goblin said boredly. "Do ya have yer keys?"
"Oh, yes, all three." Angel said brightly.
"Follow me," He said with a massive sigh.
Mark smiled and skipped behind the short creature. They stepped into the cart and it took off. Angel sat their perfectly still as though it wasn't jumping off the track or making 90° turns. Mark held his arms in the air screaming, "WHEEEEEEE!" and Harry just hung on tight.
First they stopped at a black vault, trimmed in gold. Instead of a number it read, "Sirius Angel Bl." and the rest of Black was appearing before their eyes. She rolled her eyes at Mark pointing at this and saying "WOW!" and just unlocked it. Inside were mounds, upon mounds of gold. She scooped some of the money up and put it in a bag, putting the bag in her pocket. Harry tilted his head to see the rest of the vault, which was pretty much overflowing with gold. There was a small wooden box in the corner. It was locked and had a big "SIB" burned on the top. Angel looked at him and followed his eyes. "Dad's money. After he was. killed. the money got sent to my vault." Angel said, looking down the box surrounded by galleons.
Harry nodded, not knowing what to say. The rest of the money had to be part of the Malfoy fortune and the Black's inheritance. They got back in the cart and went flying back down into the tunnel. They stopped at Harry's next. He scooped up some money into the bag, put it in his pocket and him and Mark jumped back into the cart.
"Nope!" The goblin grunted, "Not driving the thing two feet." Mark and Harry jumped out of the cart, bewildered.
Angel handed the man Mark's key and he went to the vault right next to Harry's. He unlocked it and gold came shining out at them, almost as much as Harry had the first time he saw his own vault. "Where did I get all this? My family doesn't have any witches or wizards in it." Mark said, for the first time closing in on speechlessness.
"You got that from your family and you do have magic in your family; your dad's side mainly." Angel said, laughing at her words. Harry smiled shyly and messed with his hair. Mark gathered some of the gold and silver and held it in both hands, afraid to drop it.
They got back into the cart and rode back. Mark didn't act as though it was a roller coaster; he just listened quietly as Angel described to him how the money system worked.
Once they were out in the bright sun light, Mark was talkative again. He went on and on about how he wanted a broom and how fun it was at the bank. Angel only smiled and nodded and Harry sometimes half regretting telling him stuff. Mark started telling Angel about the Chamber of Secrets and it ended up a few twenty people didn't know that story and were following them around till the eleven year old finished.
They had gotten Mark's robes, cauldron and ingredicence, a pet toad he named Chudley after Ron's favorite Quidditch team, which fit since the toad was oddly orange and his scales, all that was left was the books and his wand. Harry pulled out his book list at this and read;
Standard Book of Spells: Grade Six
By: Miranda Goshawk The Dark Arts
By: Robert Trimble Seer and Seeing
By: Jackie Dessen Expert's Guide to Transfiguration
By: Emeric Switch
"Wait a minute." Harry started reading his book list. "I'm not taking Divinations anymore."
Angel leaned over his shoulder, looked at him and smiled. "I know that, it's for something else." She took the list out of his hands and handed both Harry's and Mark's book list the sales person who returned later laddered with books.
"Only a wand next?" Harry asked; carrying half of Mark's stuff plus his four books.
"Yes, I think that's it." Angel said checking off things from Mark's list.
They walked into Ollivanders and Harry literally dropped all his bags. "HARRY!" Angel hissed.
"Sorry," Harry muttered, messing with his hair.
Mark smiled and dropped his bags too, giggling when Angel turned around. "MARK!"
"Good afternoon!" Came a voice from behind the desk. Mark jumped as Mr. Ollivanders himself came gliding into view on a sliding ladder. "Miss Black. Mahogany wand. Ten and half inches. Pliable and Unicorn. Yes, very good wand, much like your mum's cousin's I say."
"Yes sir." Angel said, nodding her head.
"Mr. Potter.holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches." He said again.
"Yeah." Harry said trailing off.
"And I see you have done great things with your wand, very great indeed." Mark smiled with pride and Harry turned pink in the cheeks. "Well, now. Mr. Evans."
"How did you know my name?!?" Mark gasped.
"Because Mr. Ollivanders has no life and knows everything." Angel said.
Mr. Ollivanders laughed and smiled at her. "You act just like you father, dear. Always wise cracking and pulling pranks." Angel turned pink this time and smiled sadly. "Good man he was, good man. Now than, Mr. Evans. which arm is your wand hand?"
"Err. left I suppose." Mark said.
"Yes, yes, a south paw, just like your dad's cousin. ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, willow, dragon heart string. very nice." Ollivanders said as he measured Mark's arm. "Yes, yes. let's try." He disappeared behind the book cases fingering boxes as he muttered to himself. "Yes, yes. Maple and phoenix feather. 7 inches. I believe Mr. Potter even tried this wand."
At this Mark gave a huge grin and took the wand from Ollivanders. He swished it in the air and it knocked Harry off his feet. "Sorry Harry!" Mark squealed, throwing the wand aside and kneeling down to Harry.
"I'm fine Mark, seriously. just don't point it at anyone." Mark grew red and helped Harry back to his feet.
"No, I don't believe that one will work." Ollivanders picked up the wand Mark threw and carried it back. "Try this one." Ollivanders said as he returned with another wand.
Mark gripped it, galloped and waved the wand at the door in front of him. Green and silver sparks flew from the wand. Mark smiled and looked at around at Harry and Angel looking for applause, but their mouths dropped open. "What?" Mark asked, a little worried.
Angel shook her head and made her lips meet again. "Nothing, good job!"
Mark beamed showing his missed teeth. "Very odd." Ollivanders said softly.
"What is?" Angel said breathlessly, picking back up her bags.
"Well, this is an odd combination. eleven inches, yew, swishy and a Hippogriff feature." He said slowly.
Angel gasped; bringing her hand to her mouth and staring from Harry, to Mark, to Mr. Ollivanders. "I'm afraid so dear. afraid so."
"But. surely. I didn't think. then it must be true." Angel finally said.
Ollivanders nodded. Mark paid proudly for his brand new wand and they left. They were finally on their way to Florean Fortesue's Ice Cream Parlor for a treat before they had to meet at Fred and George's. They were carrying large packages and bags, most of which were Mark's. "ANGELICA!" a boy's voice screamed. Harry tried to see over the boxes but only saw bleach blond hair.
Angel gasped slightly, "Draco."
Harry dropped his bags and stared at Malfoy. "I've missed you!" Draco threw his arms around Angel's waist and Angel petted his back motherly. His hair was no long slicked back, but messy and in his face, which made him look older.
"I know you have, I've missed you too." Angel said softly.
Malfoy pulled himself off Angel. "Why did you take that dirty name again? Why not keep Malfoy?"
"Because I'm not a Malfoy. and I'm proud of my father." Angel said nicely.
"Why, because he landed himself in Azkaban?" Draco said, laughing.
"Watch it Malfoy!" Harry warned.
"Potter. what are you doing here? Go away!" He said nastily.
"Draco. leave Harry alone, he's with me." Angel said, picking up the bags Harry dropped.
"And what with the little Mudblood!" Draco hissed, eying Mark.
Angel brought her hand back and slapped him. "Don't talk to him like that! If I didn't know better, you've actually been listening to that father of yours!"
"Well didn't you listen to yours; running around with half breeds and Mudblood, not to mention blood traitors and a Potter." Draco hissed back.
"Yes, I have listened to my father. His best friends were a half breed and a Potter. as for blood traitors, I respect the Weasleys." Angel hissed back at Malfoy.
"What about Mudbloods, you like them too?"
A nasty smile formed on Angel face and she stepped forward, getting in his face. "Wasn't it a nasty Mudblood who stopped your Dark Lord the first time?" Angel asked innocently.
"Our Dark Lord, and she didn't stop him for long. You better wise up, or Lucas will be coming after you." Draco said turning on heel.
"YOU TELL HIM TO COME AFTER ME YOU LITTLE BAG OF SHIT!" Angel yelled at him getting everyone's attention. Draco's ears turned red, but he didn't turn around.
"Why'd you do that?" Mark said after they started off again.
"Draco's not like everyone else, you got to get under his skin, his father is the best at it. He's like a fricken robot. I just need to learn how to let him in control it." Angel said sweetly.
"What? You're going to actually help him?" Harry said.
"Of course. we've been though a lot together. he's just not strong enough. No one loves him like they did me; he didn't have anyone besides his father who gave him the time of day. He didn't have enough self respect and pride to over throw the curses and lessons." Angel said shrugging her shoulder.
They didn't say very much after that. They got ice-cream, which was giving free to Harry, and made their way to the joke shop. Mrs. Ron and Miley were in a corner looking over some of the new pranks George and Fred had invented. Ginny was with Hermione flipping though new school books, and Mrs. Weasley was lecturing to Fred and George about how a joke shop isn't a respectable job.
"Why not go into the Ministry or invent something useful. none of these silly pranks. Aren't you getting to old for this stuff?" Mrs. Weasley said, picking up a Lip Sucker and throwing it on the floor.
"Not here mum, yell at us when we get home." Fred said, picking up the candy.
"Oh really. I'm yelling at you. do you want me to yell at you?" She said her voice mounting.
"Besides mum, why would you want us in the Ministry? One son already went rotten in there. you want the both of us to stale at the SAME time?" George said, giggling at points.
"How dare you! At least Percy found a respectable job!"
"At least our heads are normal size. Have you seen him lately; strutting around the Ministry like he's the flipping Minister? Hell, if he ever DOES becomes Minister, I'm moving out of the country." Fred dared say.
"How DARE YOU?" Molly yelled.
Angel flipped the close sign on the door. "Molly, snap out of it! Defending that little runt won't make him come home. he's to pig headed to admit he was wrong."
"Stay out of this Angel!" Mrs. Weasley said, trying to be calm.
"No, I won't. Bill, and Charlie and Fred and George. they have all gone out in the world and made respectable jobs for themselves. you drag on Bill for his style. on Charlie for working so far away. on Fred and George because they actually like their job. at least they still talk to you!" Angel said sternly.
"What are you trying to say?"
"That Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny are the best damn kids you could ask for and you give them hell! Percy is the one who turned against you women, drag on him. but you defend him. he's the perfect son!" Angel said.Ron and Ginny turning red. "I don't blame Percy though, if I had an old bat riding my case for 18 years, I would have turned too!"
"Don't you dare!" Mrs. Weasley said, her face matching her hair. "Don't you dare tell me how I should raise my children?"
"I can't, they're already raise! So stop trying to raise them. let them make mistakes, let them get dirty and see what the real world is like. you can't hover over them forcing them wash their hands all the time! Maybe the reason Percy won't come back because he doesn't want a day to day reminder of his mistake from you!" Angel said calmly.
"How can you say that?" Mrs. Weasley sat down, sniffing into a tissue. "How can you say that I would do that? Look what you grew up with!"
"Yes and my life was a living hell! The difference is I don't care what they say because I hate them. you're children love you and care about what you say, that's why it kills me for you to bring them down all the time!"
"I only do that because I love them! Charlie should work closer to home, Bill is too handsome to be walking around with an ear ring and long hair and Fred and George are too smart to be working in a joke shop!"
"What of Percy?" Fred said softly, nearly a whisper.
"Percy did what he wanted and is happy doing it." Mrs. Weasley said softly. "He's smart. has a job close to home. he's clean cute and he's."
"He's in rank!" Angel yelled.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly.
"Yeah, Servus and I dug it up a few days ago. trying to make him turn on you for good. don't know if he's biting or not though."
Mrs. Weasley went into a fit of tears. "Why do you do this to me? What did I do?"
"I just think you need to respect your children and their point of views more." Angel said softly. "Percy might just love you the most, trying to be the perfect son and he's fail miserably."
"Oh my Percy." Mrs. Weasley cried.