"Yeap," Angela said coming in from the shadows.

            "How do you do that?!" Remus asked indignantly.  Angela had never really needed an invisibility cloak – if she was careful she could hide in the shadows and sneak up on people.  That ability had come in handy when she and the other Sirens had pulled pranks on Hogwarts students and professors. 

            Angela just smirked and shrugged, "You'll never know.  Hey Harry.  How are you feeling?  Any headaches?"

            "I'm fine – no headaches.  Remus said you want to take me to America?"

            "Yeah.  I think its a good idea, but the final decision is yours.  I'll tell you my reasons and then if you have any questions you can ask, k?" seeing Harry agree she went on.  "The house and grounds are very well protected using magic, technology, secrecy and elfish magic.  You would recuperate and then start training.  I think at first it should be just you, me, Remus and, if its okay, Grandfather.  Then after a month your friends can come and start their training with you.  'Cause we all know that there will be no separating you all once the war gets into full swing."

            "Why can't my friends come right a way?"  Harry asked.

            "Because – I know you're gonna hate this answer – YOU are our primary concern.  You need time to rest and recover.  Plus it's harder to travel with four teens as opposed to one.  And they still don't know about the prophecy – I didn't know if you wanted to answer that one yet.  And for the purely selfish reason – that I wanted to spend some time with my godson before the start of school."

            "Plus it would be a good idea for you to get to know the place we're going, it is  Angela's house.  I'm told that it is huge and very exciting.  It is probably a place where you will be spending a lot of time.  Plus there is another reason that Angela wants to go home, but she's to chicken to tell you," Remus said backing away from Angela as he said it.

            "REMUS!  You promised!"

            "No I said I wouldn't tell him the reason, not that there is a reason," Remus grinned as Angela moaned.

            "What is it, Angela?"

            "Call me Paws or Lynx okay? I never did like Angela.  Please don't get mad. I didn't leave anything out of the story I told you – I just didn't tell you the most 'recent development' of my story.  Although because of my big mouth, your friends already know.  In the last week of March, I returned to England - the first time since I left sixteen years ago.  I had tracked down an ancient scroll that Arwen wanted and was coming to pick it up.  I was walking down a random street one night – when all of a sudden I felt something familiar.  A presence I had not felt in years.  It grew stronger and stronger, until I was standing outside a house.  The presence was so strong with repressed emotion and fear.  I finally figured out whom the presence belonged to; I couldn't believe it.  I knocked on the door and promptly fainted when it was opened.  When I came to – he was actually there.  I had thought it was dream, but HE was there, right in front of me.  He was sitting there next to me with tears streaming from his eyes.  It was Sirius Harry and when I woke up it was April 1st."

            "April Fools Day."

            "Yeah.  His favorite day.  Anyways… we both just started talking both at once.  I think we talked for like ten hours straight.  I told him why I left and what I had been doing since then.  I told him about Amy's murder and he held me while I cried.  He told me about Peter's betrayal and Azkaban.  He told me all about you and your friends.  We told each other how much we had missed each other and still loved each other.  We spent the entire day and night together.  When I woke up the next morning there was a note saying that he had been summoned to Hogwarts and would be back as soon as he could, but knowing I would probably be gone he left these," Angela held out two small square boxes.  "One is for you and the other for me.  I haven't opened either."

            Angela gave on box the Harry and kept the other.  Suddenly a letter appeared and Sirius' voice was heard,

To the three most important people in my life:

            If you are hearing this then I am sorry, for it means I'm dead.  I love you all very much.  I'm sorry for leaving this world, but I had a feeling it was coming.  Please don't cry – I would rather you remember the good old days and laugh.

            To Remus – you already know what I leave to you – a legacy.  I'm sorry, friend, for leaving and making you the last faithful Marauder.  Please watch over Harry and protect him.  Also if you haven't seen her yet – Angela is alive!  We spent twenty-four hours together – Remus, and I still love her.  Please protect her and yourself as well.  I await you in heaven dear Moony.

            To Harry – If I know you (and I do) you're blaming yourself for my unfortunate demise. STOP!  It was not your fault.  I'm sure I died in some heroic way fighting moldy Voldie.  That's what I wanted.  The contents of the box you hold used to belong to your parents.  I was to give them to you on your sixteenth birthday, but… They are your parents' wedding rings.  Once on, they will never come off 'till death.  They are a Potter heirloom.  I'm sure you and Ginny, I mean 'whoever' you decide to love, will be eternally happy.  I'm expecting a namesake you know.  I'll be watching from heaven Harry.  You are my heir – the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black is all yours.  Do me proud, son.

            To my love – I'm sorry I'm the one who did the leaving this time.  I'm sorry that I won't be able to watch our lovely children grow up to look like their beautiful mother.  Please know that I was always true to you my love – never doubt that.  I was going to give this to you a night long ago, but it didn't work out.  Angela Night will you marry me?  I love you more than ever and I hope your answer is yes.  I will a wait your answer in heaven my sweet.  Please watch over Harry.  Get to know him – he is what James and Lily always wanted their son to be.  Please don't let Moony beat himself up over me – you know how he gets.  I love you my dear.  Be careful – and watch your temper!  Hopefully our children inherit everything from you – you are beautiful and loving and will make a wonderful mother; my only regret is not being there in person to see it.  Watch the stars my angel and know that I am protecting you from the skies. 

            Yours forever in your hearts,

            Padfoot

            All three were crying by the end.  Harry had opened his box to see two white gold bands with ivy engraved around it.  Inside was written JP and LP.  He slipped both rings on the chain included and put the chain on.  Angela opened her box to find a white gold band with a small but elegant diamond in the middle surrounded by purple and green stones.  Engraved on the inside it said, 'Padfoot and Paws together in their dreams forever.'

            "How did he know Remmy?  How did he know?"  Angela whispered through her tears.

            "He always had his ways – we never could figure it out," Remus said quietly.

            "Angela?" 

            "Yes, Harry dear?" Angela sniffled.

            "Your pregnant?" he asked with red-rimmed eyes. 

            "Yeah I am.  I didn't even know till the end of May.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you at first.  I wanted you to know that I love you and I want you to know that you are irreplaceable in my life Harry – that one reason I wanted you to come to America.  I wanted to get to know you and I wanted you to be there with me through the pregnancy.  I want the babies to know you– I mean their gonna want an older brother.  How do you feel about having twin sisters, Harry?"

            "Sis… sisters?"

            "Yeah.  I'm carrying twin girls," Angela said through her teary grin.  "Knowing my luck they'll look like me, but have Sirius' penchant for getting into trouble!  Won't grandma love that!" she laughed looking at Remmy who was grinning like mad.

            "That's another question I have for you.  I know that Professor Dumbledore is your grandfather and I'm assuming that your grandmother is still alive – but who is she?" Harry asked.

            "Wouldn't you like to know?"  Angela said with that damn Dumbledore twinkle.  "How about you try to figure it out and if you haven't gotten it by your birthday I'll tell you then?" she told Harry.  "But Harry I just want to make sure – are you okay with this, me being pregnant?"

            "Well it's not like we can do much about it now can we?  But, yeah, I think I'm okay with it.  It'll be cool to have little ones around – I'm not sure how good of an older brother I'll be, but…Yeah I'm okay with it," Harry told her.

            Angela grinned, "You'll be a great older brother."

"Next question – what do you think about going to America?  I'm not pushing, but you do need to give it some thought," Remus mentioned.

"I like the idea, but I don't know about being away from Ginny… and Ron and Hermione for so long," Harry answered honestly.

Angela smiled, "Well that month will probably go fairly fast since you'll be training.  You'll be able to write letters and such.  But I understand – it is hard to be away from your girlfriend, I mean your friends, for so long.  But in the long run…I'm not pushing or pressuring but I think it might be a good idea.  At some point we all know you will be facing Voldemort and I'm sure your friends will give up a month of seeing you if means you'll survive and be around for a lot longer.  Any training you get now will help you then."

Harry nodded.  What Angela said was true.  He was going to have to face Voldemort eventually.  But, right now he needed the safety and reassurance of his friends.  "Can I think about it?"

"Of course sweetie," Angela smiled.  "Are you up for more well-wishers or do you wanna take a break?  You've just had a lot of information dumped on your lap and its almost lunch time – you need to eat!"

"Ummm I'm not really hungry.  I think I'll be okay to see visitors in a few minutes," Harry responded truthfully.

"Okay, but I had better leave soon – there is a full moon tomorrow and I need to go make sure Snape isn't poisoning my potion," Remus laughed.  "Before I leave though I have one last thing I want to tell you.  I want you to do whatever it is that YOU want to do.  It is perfectly okay for you to be selfish here Harry.  Do what you want to do – not what I want or what Angela wants or what Albus wants okay," Remus said before hugging Harry and leaving through the same door as Ron and Hermione and Ginny. 

"Do you want me to stay here with you while you see everyone or do want me to leave?" Angela asked not wanting to intrude.

"Stay, please.  I don't want to see them by myself," Harry voiced suddenly scared.  "I don't know how to face everyone.  I mean… they hate me don't they.  I caused so much trouble and…" Harry mumbled with his voice creaking, breaking Angela's heart.

Angela moved to Harry's side, taking him in her arms, "Harry no one hates you.  I promise.  You didn't cause any trouble – we all blame it on that horrible monster Vernon Dursley," Angela said, trying to comfort Harry.  With the mention of his uncle's name Harry stiffened and let out a strangled cry.  "Shhh. It's okay Harry.  He can never ever hurt you again.  You or Petunia.  I promise you that.  Shhh – its okay sweetie.  No one hates you – if they did they certainly wouldn't be waiting out there to hear if you're doing.  Shhh…" Angela said rocking Harry back and forth, saying soothing words into his ear.  After a bit he calmed down and Angela gave him a Kleenex to dry his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this now?" she asked.  Seeing him nod, she asked, "Do you want Ginny in here to?"

"Yes please," Harry said quietly.

"Okay.  I'll go get her and then let he first person come in.  Who do you want to see first?"

"Professor Dumbledore.  I think I'd better get that one out of the way," Harry said.

Angela nodded her understanding and went to get Ginny.  Ginny came into the room and climbed into bed with him and gave him a sympathetic look as if to ask 'are you okay?'

"Yeah.  Just a little emotional rollercoaster.  I'll tell you in a bit," Harry said as Dumbledore came into the room.  Harry tried not to tense up or let his emotions get the best of him while he listened to the Headmaster.

"Well Mr. Potter it is good to see you awake.  I understand that Angela has told you all of her secrets?"

Harry just nodded.

"Harry, I know that you are probably very up set even furious at me.  Miss Weasley has not kept her feelings for me secret and I do not want you to either.  I am truly sorry for sending you back to your…that house.  Had I known…Also know that I am sorry for not being honest with you, from the start, about you and your family.  It was the mistake of an old man trying to protect his great-godson.  I know I have kept secrets from that I shouldn't have, and for that I'm sorry.  The blame of that night lies with me.  Just know that it was mistake made out of love and protection for you," the Headmaster said humbly.  At that moment Harry had never seen him look so old and worn as he looked right then.  He knew that what Dumbledore was saying was the truth and that he had never really truly been mad at him.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm not really mad at you.  I never was.  I was just taking my anger out on you because you were the closest.  I really do not blame you either – you did try to help me.  Just please don't lie to me or keep anything from again.  I'm sorry to – for causing any trouble that might have happened when you came to rescue me," Harry said to his Headmaster.

Angela watched as her grandfather poured his heart out to Harry and watched as Harry battled within himself to forgive him.  When Harry said that he didn't blame him Grandfather looked like he was twenty again.  Angela had been worried – she didn't want to have to take sides, she loved her grandfather and her godson both, but had been afraid of what was going to happen if Harry held resentment to Albus.  She wouldn't have blamed him if he did though.

"Thank you for that, Mr. Potter.  You have healed an old man's heart.  I hope that one day I can earn your trust back," Dumbledore said. 

"Professor, you can call me Harry – I mean I am your great-godson after all.  We're family now," Harry told the old man standing in front of him.

"That's true.  You may call me grandfather if you wish or Albus if that's too weird.  That goes for you as well Miss Weasley and your friends," Albus grinned.  "I do believe that Mrs. Weasley is going to be tearing down the door soon if she isn't allowed in.  Angela, I'll be in my office if you need me," Albus said hugging his granddaughter goodbye.  "Take care of great-grand babies okay,"
            "Oh haven't you heard Albus?  They're twin girls," Harry stated.

Albus just turned from the door and grinned at his grand daughter and gave her another hug.  "Your grandmother will be thrilled," he said as he left.  Right as he left, Molly Weasley came in, followed by the whole Weasley clan – minus Percy.

"Young man if YOU EVER do that again I will personally come in to track you down, do you hear me?  You scared us!" the matriarch of the Weasley clan said as she hugged him tightly, slowly turning him blue from lack of oxygen.

"Oi, mum! He needs to breathe," Bill said.  Both Bill and Charlie were prying their mother off of Harry.

"I'm sorry.  If I ever retreat into my own personal HE… mind again I'll make sure to tell someone," Harry said, correcting his language (earning several discreet smiles from the older Weasley boys). 

"Make sure that you do mate," Fred (or George) said.

"We don't want to lose our business partner," the other twin said.

"Yes, about that, young Harry.  I don't necessarily approve of you giving the twins the money for their 'business' but I suppose since its already done.  But only because the twins have promised to get help from Remus and Albus in making their business legit enough," Mr. Weasley said with amusement in his eyes.  He probably only had to say that because Mrs. Weasley was in the room.

"Now dear.  If you need a place to stay you are welcome to stay at the Burrow, you know that right?  In fact that is where your Aunt is staying at the moment," Mrs. Weasley said. 

"Aunt Petunia is at the Burrow?"

"Yeah.  We figured that if she is going to live in the wizarding world, or at least participate she should at least be familiar with magic.  We didn't want to overwhelm her, so we're introducing her slowly," Bill said.

"Yeah Bill and I took her to Diagon Alley the other day for ice cream.  I think I still have the bruises where she was gripping my arm," Charlie said rubbing a spot on his lower arm painfully.

Harry laughed as he tried to picture his Aunt in Diagon Alley – he couldn't.  "I have a question, and I'm sorry if it's a sore subject, but – Where's Percy?"

"Oh he had to go back to the Ministry.  After that whole incident he came to the house and apologized profusely.  He would have been here, but there was an important meeting that he had to go to," Mr. Weasley said.

"The Ministry has decided to elect a new Minister – finally.  It seems that Mr. Fudge is retiring because of 'failing health'," Ron said elated with the news.

"I see.  Is that a good thing – I mean don't get me wrong I'm glad he's leaving – but is a change in leadership good this late in the game?" Harry asked.

"It should be okay.  The favorite to be elected is in the Order, so is very competent.  Plus she has been working in the Ministry for some time, so has many connections," Mr. Weasley informed.

"Okay," Harry said.  His stomach choose that moment of quiet to grumble.

"Young man when was the last time you've ate? It's been weeks since you've had a proper meal!  I'm going to go get you something to eat.  Plus I think it's time your aunt got some time with you," Mrs. Weasley said. 

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.

"Oh Harry – stop with that.  I think it is high time you, and you Hermione, call me Molly.  You are practically family now!" she said herding her brood out the door.  Ginny stayed as did Ron and Hermione.

"Do you want us to stay when you talk to your Aunt?"

"I don't know.  Has she really changed that much?"

"I think you'll be surprised.  I really think that maybe Ginny should stay, just for moral support, but you won't need us here," Ron said.

"I always need you two by my side.  But if you think I'll be okay…" Harry said calmly.

"You will be.  She really has changed.  I think being away from your Uncle and cousin has taken a lot of weight off her shoulders – she actually said a joke the other day.  Totally floored me," Ron said grinning.

"We'll let her in.  We should probably get Mrs… Molly out of the kitchens – the poor house elves are probably getting an ear full," Hermione said.  She and Ron walked to door and left it slightly ajar.

"Harry, do you mind if I stay or…" Angela asked.

"No.  Please stay.  You've been here for me so far," he told Angela.  She nodded and went to usher Petunia in.

"Oh Harry – your awake.  I'm so sorry.  I am a horrible person.  All these years… I… I don't even know what to say… You probably hate me," Petunia said barely making sense.

"Petunia.  Come sit down.  Try to calm yourself, dear," Angela moved from her place at Harry's side to guide Petunia to a chair.  Petunia calming herself looked at Harry, with tears in her eyes. 

"I am so sorry for everything that I have done to you.  I took my anger and jealousy out on you and in the process took away your childhood.  The moment I saw you, you reminded me of Lily and my heart did a weird thing – it broke and froze into stone at the same times.  You reminded me of my sister so much – I couldn't look at you.  I know that that is not an excuse.  I've been horrible to you, your friends and your parents.  I don't know why you had, Professor Snape is his name? I don't know why you had him take me out of the house.  If anyone deserved that it was me.  I have been horrible and everyone here has been so nice," she said with tears streaming down her face.

"Aunt Petunia.  I don't blame you.  I used to wonder why you and Uncle Vernon were so mean, but I figured it out.  For you at least.  The wizarding world took away your sister.  To an outsider it would look like mum had the perfect life – and unfortuneatly it didn't include you.  You were jealous and when she was killed you felt guilty.  I understand that – I feel that way when I see happy families or when I see people doing normal stuff that I never got to do.  I understand you – Uncle Vernon I will never understand.  I never want to understand hatred.  But I do not blame you nor does anyone deserve to beaten.  No one deserves that Aunt Petunia," Harry told his aunt.  He had gotten out of bed and kneeled in front of his aunt looking into her face.

"Thank you Harry.  How did you grow up to be such a strong and sweet young man?  I am so sorry for not realizing it before.  Can you forgive me?"

"I already have Aunt Petunia," Harry said quietly.  Harry's aunt took him in her arms and hugged her nephew for the first time in fifteen and a half years.

When the hug broke, both Ginny and Angela had teary smiles along with Harry and Petunia.  "Harry, you had better get back in bed, before Madame Pomphrey sees you," Angela said helping him back to his bed.

"Where is she anyways?  I would have thought she would have been in here long before this."  Ginny and Angela just looked at each other and started to laugh.  "What?"

"Well.  I know how much you hated to be fussed over.  And we never could have gotten through all of this with her constant nagging, so I…" Ginny couldn't go on anymore because of her laughing.  Harry just watched as she and his godmother fell off the bed with laughter.  He looked up at his aunt who was smiling as well.

"Do you know what is so funny?"

"I think so although I do not know exactly what happened.  Ginny gave Madame Pomphrey a piece of candy that had three Ws on it.  When she ate it she turned into a canary."

Harry burst out laughing.  Ginny had used Canary Creams on the head nurse of Hogwarts!  Her brothers would be so proud!  Seeing his aunt's questioning eyes he proceeded to tell her about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and the twins.

Calming down Ginny asked Harry if he was hungry yet.  Just as his stomach rumbled, Mrs. Weasley came in with Dobby and food in tow.  Not wanting to overwhelm Harry – Angela ushered Mrs. Weasley and Petunia out the door, allowing him to have lunch with Ginny, Ron and Hermione.  The friends talked about everything that had happened in the past weeks.  From Dumbledore telling what the prophecy said, to mourning Sirius to his uncle.  Harry told his three most trusted friends about Angela, the babies and leaving for America.  His friends told him what had happened in the wizarding world, but mainly how the Canons were doing. 

Ginny didn't like the idea of Harry leaving, nor did Ron or Hermione, but they all decided that it would be a good idea.  Especially the training part; besides they could write and use the fire.  After lunch Harry and company went for a walk around the grounds.  When they got back two hours later, Madame Pomphrey was back to her old self again.  Harry was restricted to bed until the morning.  Before he fell asleep, Angela came and visited him.

"You know I don't think this place has changed any in the sixteen years I've been gone."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  So how was your afternoon?"

"It was good – until we got back here… then we got yelled at, but it was worth it.  I talked to Gin and them – we decided that I should go with you," Harry told his godmother and tried to judge her reaction.

Angela just smiled, "I'm proud that you came to that decision  - but I have to ask: was it YOUR decision?"

"Yes, it was.  But it didn't effect just me – any decision I make effects those I love.  I figured you had already told the older Weasleys, but I needed to see what Ron and Ginny and Hermione thought.  They are my closest friends ever.  But in the end it was my final decision; it's a good idea and I need to be prepared for whatever comes my way.  It's my duty and destiny.  It is also the only way I can protect those I love from danger," Harry said sounding much wiser than his years.

"I am so incredibly proud of you," Angela told him.  "I know your parents and Sirius would be to."

"Thank you…" Harry said smiling.  "When do we leave?"

"Well I think as soon as possible, but Madame Pomphrey will need convincing.  Tomorrow afternoon? That would put us in America around dawn or so."

"That's really soon? Any reason the rush?"

"The sooner we leave the sooner you get to see Ginny again," Angela said with her mischevious look.  But she could tell something else was behind those eyes of Harry's – they showed everything.  "What is it?"

"What happens to Uncle Vernon and Dudley?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that?" she wondered a loud, while sitting down on Harry's bed next to him.  "Vernon was arrested and convicted of child abuse and assault.  We took photographs of your injuries to present instead of you testifying.  We told the court you were 'not available due to being unconscious.' He wasn't sentenced to prison, just a very hefty fine and community service.  Petunia is suing him for divorce," Angela told him.  "And Dudley – well, he was sent to St. Brutes' School for Criminally Insane Boys for a year."

Harry grinned.  "Oh the irony," Harry mumbled.

"That's what I thought as well.  I think I had better let you get some sleep," Angela said getting up to leave.

"No.  I mean, don't leave, please," said Harry almost whispering.  "I don't want to be alone."

Angela stopped halfway to the door and turned – a fifteen-year-old afraid to be alone – curse Voldemort!  "Okay Harry.  Hmmm… what shall we do?" Angela pondered aloud.  She climbed into the bed at Harry's side and put her arm around him, so he could lean against her and use her as a pillow.  "Do you wanna hear a story about your parents?  Yeah, okay," Angela said as Harry cuddled up next to her.  Angela told Harry several stories about the Marauders and Sirens – their pranks, jokes and all the good times together.  About halfway through the story Angela realized that Harry had fallen asleep.  Angela just made herself as comfortable as she could; Harry rarely got to rest let alone sleep so she was not going to wake him just because she was uncomfortable.