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She and Harry discussed it extensively over the next few days and decided that an anonymous letter on the doorstep would be the best and easiest way to do it. Angela would write the note that would be attached to the envelope containing the key, as she was good at disguising her handwriting. They decided to do it the morning that they were to go to Diagon Alley.
The next week and a half sped by so quickly that Angela barely had time to get used to not having classes everyday before it was time to go back. The Wednesday before they were to return to Hogwarts they decided to go to Diagon Alley the next day. The train would leave on a Friday, which was good, according to the Ron.
"That means there won't be class for three days after we get there. We've never been that lucky before!"
Hermione didn't seem quite as excited about that prospect.
Angela had had classes during weekends over the summer, so she was pleased to hear this.
That night, she and Harry snuck down the stairs and left the envelope on the front door step. Almost immediately Errol, the Weasley's owl, came and picked it up, and then flew off. Angela almost tried to catch him but Harry, knowing more about owls than Angela, said "Don't worry. This is even better. He'll bring it to them in the morning." Angela gave a relieved smile to Harry who told her she was beautiful before kissing her. They then walked up the steps holding each other's hand until they got to Ginny's floor. Angela snuck quietly back into bed and waited for morning to come.
Angela woke up the next morning with the sun. She had only managed three hours of sleep, but she was too excited to sleep any longer. She dressed quickly, and then rushed towards the stairs, almost running into Harry as she got to them.
"Do you think they're up yet? When does the mail usually come? Are you sure Errol will bring it back?" Angela let out a rush of whispered questions before Harry stopped her with a finger to her lips.
"Shhh. Don't worry. It'll be fine."
"I hope so," Angela said nervously.
"It will be. I promise." Harry said before giving her a quick kiss.
They walked together more slowly down the stairs and into the kitchen. When they got there they saw Mrs. Weasley making breakfast and Mr. Weasley sitting at the table sipping tea and looking very tired. Angela and Harry sat down at the table next to each other.
"Good morning, dears. Are you ready to go already?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a motherly way.
"Yeah. I couldn't sleep any longer." Harry said, smiling at Mrs. Weasley while looking out the window.
"Are you expecting a letter?"
"No, just haven't seen a sunrise in a while, that's all."
"They are nice, aren't they?" Mrs. Weasley said, looking out the window.
"I wish that bird would hurry with the post." Mr. Weasley said grumpily.
A few minutes after the sun was fully up the others began to come into the room, looking very sleepy. Hermione and Ginny came in first, Ginny rubbing her eyes and Hermione in the middle of a huge yawn. They were followed about five minutes later by all of the boys, looking even more tired than the other people at the table.
Mrs. Weasley had just begun to put breakfast on the table when Errol came crashing into the room carrying a newspaper and two envelopes. Angela recognized the envelope on the bottom as the one carrying the vault key.
Mr. Weasley glanced at the paper quickly and then opened the top envelope. Angela noticed that the seal seemed to be in the shape of a Phoenix before Mr. Weasley opened it.
"I've got to go in today Molly. They want you two also," he added, looking at Bill and Charlie. Looking at the Twins he said "You two help your mother with this bunch at Diagon Alley today."
Mr. Weasley then opened his paper and began reading, apparently not noticing the other letter. Angela gave a worried look at Harry who looked unconcerned.
"Hey, dad. Who's that other letter from?" Fred asked, looking at it curiously.
"Hmm? Oh, I didn't see it. Here, Molly," Mr. Weasley said handing her the letter absentmindedly.
"This is interesting, dear. The note only says 'A gift. Vault 205.' She peered further into the envelope and saw the key. Looking back at the note she looked thoughtful. "This handwriting looks really familiar," she said, almost to herself.
Angela froze. She had written the note and address very carefully, trying to make it look like anything but her own.
"There's no name?" Mr. Weasley asked, not looking up.
"No, dear. Here, look at the note."
Mr. Weasley took the note from her and studied it. "I agree. It does look familiar."
Angela focused hard on the food in her plate. She was sure not to look up in case they could tell it had been her by the look on her face.
Mrs. Weasley suddenly spoke up. "Oh! I know whose handwriting it is! But it can't be. Hold on, I'll be right back." And with that she rushed out of the room.
Angela thought to herself furious. "Why didn't you do it better? Now they're gonna know and the whole thing would be ruined."
Just then Mrs. Weasley came back in the room holding an old piece of parchment. It was obviously a very old letter. Angela's look of confusion matched the ones worn by everyone around the table. She had never sent the Weasley's a letter, though the parchment seemed older than she was. Mrs. Weasley held the parchment up to the note that Mr. Weasley was still holding, comparing the two. Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went pale as they looked at the two pieces of paper.
"It's a perfect match," Mrs. Weasley whispered.
There was complete silence for several long moments before Ron asked, "Perfect match to what, Mum?"
"Morgan Armstrong."
Angela choked. She was sure she hadn't heard that right. Everyone looked at her as she coughed, trying to clear her throat. When she had finally quit coughing she looked up to see everyone at the table looking at her, bewildered.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked her.
Angela nodded while gulping some pumpkin juice. They didn't know. No one but Harry knew that Mrs. Weasley had just said that it was her mother's handwriting on the note.
"Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe." Angela said, looking around apologetically. How could she explain that Mrs. Weasley had just said that her handwriting looked like her dead mother's?
"Who is Morgan Armstrong?" Bill asked his mother, thankfully taking the attention off of Angela.
Angela didn't really pay attention as Mrs. Weasley explained about the Armstrongs. "My handwriting looks like hers? No, I just happened to write like her in my carefulness not to write in my own handwriting." Her mind seemed to be filled with a buzzing noise that wrapped itself around that thought. She felt Harry's hand on hers under the table and he squeezed it gently as she looked up at him. He gave a little smile as Mrs. Weasley finished her story.
Thankfully no one made the connection between the Armstrongs ability to perform magic wandlessly and Angela's same ability that she had described that first night at the Burrow.
"Well, I suppose it's worth a check out when you go to Diagon Alley today, dear." Mr. Weasley said, folding his paper. "I'm afraid we're going to have to go now." He stood and gave Mrs. Weasley a kiss as Bill and Charlie chugged the rest of their juice. They stood and kissed their mom on the cheek. "Bye, mum." They said together, heading out the door.
"Stay safe! I love you! I want you home tonight in one piece!"
"I'm sure they'll be fine, Mum." Fred chimed in.
They all quickly finished breakfast and got ready to leave. They would be traveling by Floo Powder, which Angela and Harry weren't particularly looking forward to, but they didn't really have much of a choice.
Hogwart's lists in hand they all stood around the fireplace as Mrs. Weasley started a fire quickly with her wand. Then they all each took a bit of powder and within 5 minutes they were all in Diagon Alley.
Now that Angela wasn't so scared she had time to properly appreciate the beauty of Diagon Alley. It was wonderful, a street full of people that now looked normal to her. As they walked down the street, Angela looked all around her, as if seeing it all for the first time.
"It's a bit less imposing after you've been here a few times." Harry said in her ear, taking her hand.
"I certainly hope so, though I feel now that this is the first time that I've been here. I guess we go get money first?"
"Yeah, we go over to Gringotts." He said, pointing at a shining white building. It was taller than all the others, shining in the sunlight that glinted off of it. "That's the wizarding bank, run by-"
"Goblins and there are said to be dragons guarding some of the vaults. I know. You already told me about it, remember?"
Harry grinned at her. "You have a great memory."
"Yeah well, it comes in handy sometimes."
The large group reached Gringotts and climbed the steps. Mrs. Weasley thought it would be easier if she, Harry, and Angela went alone, since they were the only ones with vaults, and the carts weren't really that big. The others stayed behind as Hermione changed her money.
"Vaults 205, 319, 589, and 681, please." She spoke to a rather grouchy looking goblin that wasn't busy with a book at the moment.
The goblin at the counter was quick to call another goblin over to take them to the vaults that they had asked for, after checking all of their keys. The goblin had looked at Angela's for a long time, making Angela worry that he would say that it wasn't any good, before looking hard at Angela and handing her the key back.
The three got onto a cart led by a goblin with a sour look on his face, who the goblin at the counter called Griphook. He seemed to recognize Harry and nodded in his direction before starting the cart.
"He was the goblin who ran our cart the first time I was here." Harry explained when Angela looked at him. "You might want to hang onto something, it goes kind of fast."
He hadn't been joking. There was a lurch and they were suddenly moving very fast towards the first vault. The first thing Angela grabbed was a bunch of Harry's robes, before getting a grip on the side of the cart. "Sorry 'bout that," she said breathlessly.
It was like a roller coaster without hills, or any sign of an end. They went around bends at breakneck speeds and more than once Angela thought they were going to tip over. They finally began slowing down as they reached a vault. Well, it must have been a vault, though it didn't look like much more than a small door in the wall. There was a small plaque that said 681 above the door. This was the Weasley's vault and Mrs. Weasley got out and collected every coin in it, carefully searching every corner.
She climbed back into the cart and they were headed to vault 589, Harry's vault. He quickly scooped up large amounts of gold, silver, and bronze coins from his vault, seeming almost embarrassed to have so much.
The next to the last vault was Angela's. She had no idea what to expect and was slightly nervous as they approached it. They reached it and she climbed out of the cart, shaking slightly. The goblin took her key and opened the door. Angela gasped as she looked in the vault. There had to be at least ten million galleons in there, not to mention the sickles and knuts. She quickly scooped some into her bag before noticing something in the corner. There was a bag with a note attached. Angela walked over and looked at the note, which read "To our daughter. Love, Mum and Dad." The handwriting was indeed identical to what Angela had written on the envelope earlier. She finished filling her bag and grabbed the package before leaving her vault and climbing back in the cart. Harry gave a curious look at the package, and all Angela could do was shrug.
They were both nervous now as they approached the second vault that Mrs. Weasley had a key to. They were holding each other's hands, waiting for the cart to slow down. When it finally did Angela felt more like being sick than she ever had on the rest of the cart trip.
Mrs. Weasley climbed out of the cart and watched as the goblin unlocked the door, look of curiosity on her face. As the door opened Harry had to jump out and catch Mrs. Weasley as she nearly fainted. He helped her sit slowly down on the floor, and they both looked in astonishment up at the piles of money in the vault. At only about a quarter of her inheritance it was still more than Angela's parents had left her. She was more than happy to give it all to the Weasleys, even though she knew that they would never know that it was her. Harry looked over at her, incredulous. Angela blushed and looked down, grinning. She had never had much before now and it felt very good to give it to people who really needed it and deserved it.
Mrs. Weasley recovered fairly quickly, walking into the vault and putting some coins into her pitifully small bag. She looked at Harry who offered to put some in his backpack until they could get to a place where Mrs. Weasley could purchase a new, larger bag. Mrs. Weasley seemed to be speechless as she nodded and began putting coins into Harry's now open bag.
As they climbed back into the cart Mrs. Weasley seemed to be talking to herself. "Who-why-I-…" She seemed at a loss for words.
Harry grinned at her and said, "Mrs. Weasley, I can't think of anyone who deserves it more."
The reached the top again and met the others who were waiting and talking. Upon seeing Mrs. Weasley's face they immediately became concerned.
"Mum? What's wrong Mum?" Ron asked.
"Did someone steal something?" Fred asked.
Mrs. Weasley tried to speak to no avail. She looked to Harry and Angela, as if asking for help. Harry looked at Angela and they tried to explain about the vault and the money in it. They couldn't seem to find the words to describe it though and Harry motioned for all of them to follow him.
They approached the nearest Goblin who was not occupied at the time and Harry asked "Excuse me, can you tell me how much is in vault 205? I have the key right here." He said, handing the goblin the key. The goblin studied the key for a moment before turning to his record book.
"Our record shows that there is currently twenty-nine million, nine hundred thousand, nine hundred galleons, ninety nine thousand nine hundred and fifty Sickles and a thousand knuts." The goblin answered in a very business like voice, handing the key back to Harry.
All of the Weasley children behind them were coughing.
"How-how much?" George asked, disbelievingly.
The goblin repeated himself then began counting stack of gold that had appeared on his desk.
They all left the bank and headed over to Mrs. Weasley who was sitting on a bench, not moving.
"Who was it from, mum? I mean, who would just give away more than thirty million galleons?" Fred asked his mother, who looked up at him with a look that said she had no idea. Just then Ginny walked up to them, carrying a book under her arm.
"What's this about thirty million galleons? Someone rob a vault?" she asked, not noticing the incredulous look on all of her sibling's and her mother's faces.
"No, that's how much there was in that vault whose key was in the envelope this morning." Harry said, giving the Weasley's time to wrap their minds further around the thought of all the money that was now theirs.
"Thirty million galleons, Harry? I don't think so. You must have heard it wrong."
"I saw it myself, Ginny," Angela now spoke up, "And I heard the goblin say the amount. It's pretty certain."
Ginny sat next to her mother on the bench.
They all sat or stood there for about ten minutes before Angela looked up at Harry. "I have to buy some stuff," she whispered in his ear, "should we just leave them or wait? I mean, there's no telling how long they'll be like this."
"Um, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry began. She looked up at him, still looking shocked. "Well, I was just wondering if Angela and I could go ahead and do our shopping."
That seemed to snap Mrs. Wesley out of her stupor. "We'll all do our shopping. The first place we're going is to Madam Malkin's place. You're all getting new robes, dress robes, everything. I'm going to spoil my children rotten, if only for a day." With that they headed down the street. They bought everything that they needed, and some things that they didn't. Mrs. Weasley purchased three Firebolts for her sons, to the surprise and delight of the shop owner and her sons. Their textbooks were all new, and Mrs. Weasley seemed to enjoy knowing that she could provide for her children the way she had always wanted to.
Angela had also purchased many new things, though the weirdest one was definitely the wand. Harry, Ron and Hermione had accompanied her to Ollivander's wand shop. Dumbledore had suggested that she get a wand so that she wouldn't feel so out of place with the other students when classes began. Angela understood all that, but was still nervous. What if Mr. Ollivander said that there wasn't a wand that she could use? Or worse, what if he just blurted out who she was? Thankfully he didn't and the whole process was rather uneventful. Angela ended up with a beautiful 12-inch dogwood wand with a core of phoenix feather, dragon heartstring, and unicorn tail-hair. Mr. Ollivander had said that it was one of only five he had made that way and this was only the third he had sold, but the wand chooses the wizard, so there wasn't much to do about it.
They made their way to the Burrow weighed down with many packages but happily exhausted. When they were all back, they collapsed into various chairs around the living room. Angela looked up at the large grandfather clock and saw that Mr. Weasley, Bill and Charlie were all still at work.
After about an hour and a half Mrs. Weasley got up, humming to herself and looking much happier than she had since Angela met her, to go make dinner.