A/N--Oh, because I forgot to put it on the last chapter and I don't feel like doing that again I'm just going to put it here.  For anyone who has read this before (uh…there aren't many) I rewrote quite a few parts to be more canon and go with what's in OotP.  Just so you know you're not going crazy…though you could be anyway, it's just not my fault this time.

Disclaimer—I own nothing save Angela and the plot.  HA!  Now you can't sue me!

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She hadn't heard him right.  She couldn't have. 

"My…soul mother?"  She heard herself say.  "But, there's not a difference.  I mean, you don't have soul mothers.  God covers the whole soul thing.  I can't…I…"  She couldn't find words.  Her mind just couldn't wrap itself around what she just heard.  Her soul mother.  Soul mother. 

Dumbledore just smiled down at her again.  "Why don't we get back to Harry.  He'll be worrying.  Don't worry.  I think Harry should hear the explanation.  It somewhat involves him."  He added after seeing the curious look on Angela's face. 

They started walking back to the ice cream parlor in silence.   She hadn't noticed where they were going before because they had been talking.  Now she didn't pay attention because her mind was reeling.  How could someone have a soul mother?  What exactly did that entail?  How did it work?  "Why me?" was her final thought before realizing something. 

"Professor Dumbledore?"  She spoke so softly that she barely heard herself, but he turned all the same. 

"Yes, Angela?"

"When you said that I looked like my mother, did you mean my…birth mother or my…soul…mother?"

"Both, my dear.  You have your birth mother's features, but Morgan's eyes."

When they reached the ice cream place a few moments later they found Harry staring at his now melted sundae.  He seemed to be lost deep in thought, but looked up when he heard them approaching.  There was a look of concern in his deep emerald eyes that swept from Angela to Dumbledore and back. 

"Perhaps this is a discussion better had at Hogwart's."  Dumbledore suggested.

Harry looked perplexed.  "Er, professor?  How will we get there?  Does the train run in the summer?  Wait…why am I going?  Shouldn't I be getting back?"

"Yes, but not quite yet.  And as for how we will get there, well, we shall Apparate to just outside the grounds.  I'll send your packages ahead Harry."  And with a swish of what Angela could only assume was his wand the packages disappeared.  "Grab onto my robes and we shall leave immediately then." 

With another swish of his wand they were suddenly in front of the most magnificent building Angela had ever seen. 

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice full of awe.

"Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."  Harry said it with a pride and a love that could only come from someone talking about their home. 

"It's beautiful!"  She couldn't seem to look at everything that was around as quickly as her brain was telling her to.  She saw a dark forest on one side and a magnificent lake on the other as they walked through the gates.  The grass was as green as any she had ever seen.  She just knew it would be wonderful to run through it barefoot.  She made a mental note to try it someday.

But for now…her mind suddenly came back to where it had been.  She had a mother she didn't even know about.  As they walked up the stone steps leading up to the school she couldn't help but wonder, "What if it is true?"  They walked into a huge room with a marble staircase going up on one side and another staircase going down on the other.  In her mind she saw hundreds of students lined up in here, talking, waiting to be let into the large doors ahead of her.  Then, it was as if a voice in her mind, more a memory than anything, told her what this room was called. 

Entrance Hall. 

"This is the Entrance Hall, right?"  she asked Dumbledore.  Harry looked surprised but Dumbledore only smiled at her. 

"Yes, Angela.  I'm sure you will find your surroundings much more familiar as we walk through the castle.  I'll let Harry take you on a tour later, but for now, let's go to my office."  Angela, somehow knowing the way to the headmaster's office, immediately set off up the marble staircase to his office.  She looked behind her to see an amazed Harry and that knowing look in Dumbledore's eyes again. 

They reached a statue of a gargoyle in the wall and again not knowing how she knew this was the place, but knowing none the same she stopped.

"Hershey Kiss," Dumbledore said. 

The Gargoyle sprang to life and stepped aside as a door slid open.  "Ladies first." Dumbledore said.  Angela stepped onto a stone staircase that was rising spirally.  When they reached the top she saw a beautiful oak door, which Dumbledore stepped ahead of her and opened. 

The door opened to one of the most beautiful rooms she had ever stood in.  It was circular and there were strange objects on tables all around.  And lining the walls were paintings of people…and they were moving!   This came as a shock to most of her mind, and yet the same voice that had spoken before now said, "As they should be."   Dumbledore settled himself into a large gilded chair and waved his wand.  Two poofy armchairs appeared and Angela followed Harry's lead and sat in one of them.

Suddenly, her mind filled with a picture of Dumbledore, somewhat younger sitting in the chair.  Her mind came back to the present as Dumbledore cleared his throat. 

"I suppose I should start at the beginning.  About 20 years ago there were two students here, Morgan Fayne and Edward Armstrong.  They were perhaps two of the most magical students to attend Hogwarts, and two of the precious few to be able to do wand-less magic.  They were, respectively, the descendants of Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw, two of the founders of Hogwarts.  Playing Quidditch, being prefects, and being Head Boy and Head Girl led to their romance and eventual marriage after leaving Hogwarts.  In fact, they graduated just a few years ahead of your parents Harry.  Anyway, Morgan had an amazing vision for the future, having dreams much like yours are Angela.  She saw in her own future a child that would not be born of her, as Voldemort                                                  would not allow it.  The Heir of Salazar Slytherin, another founder, wanted to make sure that the heirs of the other founders would not be able to stop him, as only they would be able to.  Edward and Morgan decided that if they could not have the child then they would give the child the soul and mind to be one of the greatest witches or wizards.  In the soul they implanted all of their knowledge of magic, all of their powers, and a bit of themselves.  They then asked me to find a family that would take care of the soul until it could come to Hogwarts.  I chose your parents, Angela.  There was no telling when fate would bring you here, but Morgan and Edward were murdered just two short months before Harry's parents.  It was one of the hardest losses for me, as they had become very dear friends of mine since they had graduated.  The knowledge that their child would someday come back comforted me.  And here you are."

Angela was flabbergasted.  She just stared at Dumbledore after he finished his story.  She was about to open her mouth to speak when Harry (whom she had even forgotten was there) suddenly spoke up.

"I'm sorry Professor.  As interesting as that was, what does it have to do with me?"

"Well, Harry, there was another prophecy, made by another Seer, and so they were thought unrelated.  However, it seems that there were more criteria to the chosen than simply being born at the end of July.  You are the heir of Godric Gryffindor, Harry.  That is why you were able to pull his sword out of the sorting hat in your second year, why you were put into Gryffindor finally, and another reason why Lord Voldemort seeks to kill you.  He knew that you, and she," he said, nodding at Angela, "would be the only ones able to defeat him, and while you must strike the blow, I believe that we will not get even that far without Angela's help."

"I…what?  Who made the other prophecy?  What did it say?"  Harry scooted forward on his chair so that he was barely resting on it at all.

Dumbledore reached for a bowl that was sitting on his desk.  He took his wand and tapped lightly on the side of the bowl.  A small shadowy figure of a woman rose from the bowl.  She had black hair and a scowling face and Harry gasped as he saw her.

"Bellatrix Lestrange" he whispered, looking at the shadow with a mixture of fear and hatred.

"One day our Lord will rise and you will think you know how to defeat him…but he's not enough!  There should have been another heir, but My Lord made sure the other would not come to pass, and without the other, there will be only victory for the Dark Lord.  He will rise again, greater and more terrifying than before, and you will only be able to watch as he wipes away your precious world."

Angela stared at the shadow as it disappeared.  Harry looked flabbergasted and took in a breath to speak.

Angela, however, felt that if she didn't speak now she would never get the chance.  "At the risk of sounding like a complete idiot, who is Voldemort exactly?  And why do we have to defeat him?  And, how exactly will that happen, since I don't know a damn thing about magic?"  She was feeling a bit frustrated now, having all this dumped on her in just a few short hours.  But Dumbledore just smiled with a slight twinkle in his eye.

"You definitely have your mother's temper.  To answer your questions, Voldemort is a dark wizard; intent on killing as many people as he can, well, people that he doesn't consider 'worthy' to live, wizards and Muggles.  You have to help defeat him to save mankind, which should seem fairly obvious, now that you know who he is.  I do not know how this will happen, as you two are the ones who must do it.  And you are incorrect about not knowing anything about magic.  In fact, you have two complete Hogwart's educations in your mind.  You just have to give them time to come out.  And they will.  But for now you need to rest.  You may stay in Gryffindor Tower for now, but you will be properly sorted at the beginning of the year.  I must owl the professors that do not stay here over the summer and see if they are willing to come back and try to see if we can catch you up to at least fifth year.  I believe you both know the way.  And the password is 'purple rose.'"

With that Harry got up, obviously wanting to get away and think about what he had just seen, and walked out the door, but Angela just sat there, dumbstruck. 

"What do you mean at the beginning of the year?  I can't stay!  I have a family in America!  I have a life in America!  I can't just up and stay here!  And I have a perfectly good hotel room that I can go back to, thank you very much."

Dumbledore looked slightly taken aback at her response.  "Have you not listened?  We need you, Angela.  You're needed to help defeat the Dark Lord.  And he must be defeated.  You cannot deny your soul, Angela.  As hard as you may try.  If you go now, it will only to be to come back later, and I believe that you know that.  As for your family, they will be advised as to your whereabouts.  I do not believe your grandparents know, but your parents know that they are not the makers of your soul.  If you would like we can tell your grandparents something different for now, but you will have to tell them eventually."

"Tell them what?  That I'm a witch?  Everything they have taught me my whole life goes against this.  Every part of me is screaming that this is wrong!"  She paused there, thinking that wasn't quite true.  The voice in her head, and a growing part of her mind was saying this was more right than anything in her life.  And she couldn't deny how badly she would love to get away from her past.  "Maybe here I can forget it all," she thought as her mind raced through bad memory after bad memory from her childhood.  "If not here, then where else?"

As if he could read her mind Dumbledore smiled at her.  "Very well, I will stay here for tonight," she said with a scowl.  "I will think over everything and let you know if I will stay longer," she added, already knowing full well that she would.  At least for the summer.  She walked out the door and to her right, following a path that was more familiar than any she had ever walked.  It was if she had been there for years.  When she got to the portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress she said 'purple rose'.  The painting, which smiled at her, swung open to reveal a round hole in the wall.  She climbed through it into another beautifully decorated living room looking area.

"Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room" Harry said behind her, making her jump.

"I didn't hear you come in."

"Well, I was already in here… I didn't stay and listen to you talk to Dumbledore.  I'm not really sure what room you're supposed to stay in, but if you would like I could take you on a tour of the castle."  He offered her his hand, which she studied for a second before taking.  "This might not be half bad after all," she thought to herself as they went back through the portrait hole.

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Angela sat in her bed some time later, thinking about the days events.  She had easily found the girl's dormitory and found her stuff from the hotel behind a door label "Sixth Years."  For a moment she was slightly irritated that Dumbledore presumed that she would stay, even after she had told him that she might not, but that only lasted for a moment as she realized it could probably all be moved back just as easily.  She sat on her bed thinking about all that she had learned that day.  She wanted to tell someone.  Someone who didn't already know.  She wanted to tell Melissa. 

Her best friend for five years, she told everything to Melissa.  But how could she possibly tell this?  Would Melissa even believe her?  And how would she send a letter anyway?  Dumbledore had mentioned something about an owl earlier, but that could just as easily mean something else.  Without even thinking about it she got up and headed for his office.  It was worth asking, and she did have the fate of the world to dangle over his head.  She thought about that for a moment with a grin playing across her face.  She'd never had power over anything, much less the world.  But she knew she could never use something like that to get what she wanted.  If she got it, it would be gotten fairly.

Before she knew it she was back in front of the Gargoyle.  "Hershey Kiss" she told it and it sprang to life again.  As she stood on the rising stairs she thought about how she would ask him, and if he would even be able to provide what she asked for.  She knew that wizards and Muggles used different means of communication, but if it required magic she didn't think she would be able to do it yet.  When she got to the top she took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in" she heard through the door, and she stepped through it for the second time that day. "Is everything alright Angela?"  Dumbledore looked at her, concern in his bright blue eyes.

"Yes, fine.  I was just wondering…." She hesitated, knowing that she was going to feel like an idiot asking, but she had to ask.

"Yes?  What is it that I can do for you?"

"Well, I was wondering if there's a …a phone that I could use."

"Ah.  Well, we don't have one in the castle, as it wouldn't function, and no one would use it.  But I suppose I could magic one for you.  You want to call your grandmother I presume?"

"Yes. I told her I would call and let her know that I got back to my hotel all right.  I hope she doesn't call there looking for me…" she hesitated before telling him whom else she had wanted to call.  "I also wanted to call my friend.  I have to talk to someone about this…someone who knows me…I mean, not that you don't know me, you obviously do, but someone else, not that there's anything wrong with talking to you but-"

Dumbledore cut her off, chuckling slightly.  "I understand completely Angela.  And if you like we could put one in your room.  But only for the summer.  If you stay for the school year you will have to send letters by owl."

Angela nodded her understanding and looked gratefully at Dumbledore.

"Come, Angela.  I will walk with you back to Gryffindor Tower.  I need to discuss something with Harry.  Speaking of Harry, perhaps he will take you on a tour of the castle later?"

"Oh, he already has.  It was just as I remembered it.  I mean, I've seen it in my dreams.  I didn't know it was this place, but it was.  I can't wait for winter though, I've never seen snow really, and it snows a lot here."  She heard what she had said and quickly added, "That is if I stay, sir."

Dumbledore merely smiled and gave her the look like he already knew what she would do. 

"Sir, if I may.  What will I be studying this summer?  And, are there any, um…books that I can read to try and get ahead?"

"Well, since you are the age of a sixth year, you will be entering as such. Therefore, we must teach you five years of magic in two short months.  It helps that you already know it all," he added with a twinkle in his eye. 

"I wish I felt like I knew it all.  I don't think I've ever felt less like I know it all in my life."

"It will all come back to you.  I promise.  Back to your original question.  You will be studying Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Astronomy and two of the following…Arithmancy, Divination,  Muggle Studies, and Ancient Runes.  Normally you would be able to choose Care of Magical Creatures, but our teacher for that is on…vacation, and it's not a subject that your parents took, so it would take you too long to learn. 

"Why only two?  I don't think I need Muggle Studies, if that is what I think it is, but I would like to try the other three, if that's possible professor."

"We'll see…your father was the same way.  Quite the eager learner."

Angela blushed a bright shade of pink.  She'd never thought she'd hear someone say she'd inherited brains from her father. 

"The text books for all of the classes will be taken to your dorm for you to refresh your memory.  I hope to get the lessons started first thing on Monday, so that gives you a bit less than a week to go over them.  And unless I'm mistaken, Harry will be here to help you as well.  Here we are."

They had reached the Fat Lady already. 

"Purple rose" Dumbledore said to the painting.

"Yes, of course, professor," the painting replied, as she swung open.