Disclaimer: Angela and the plot belong to me. Few others do. If they did…this would be in hardback and selling for thirty bucks a copy. HA!
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Mr. Weasley, Charlie, and Bill had all nearly had heart attacks when Mrs. Weasley had told them about the vault. They planned a trip to Diagon Alley that Saturday to see it for themselves. The vault was the topic of conversation all throughout dinner, with many of them making speculations. Angela smiled to herself as she listened, knowing they would never guess it was her.
Angela stayed and helped Mrs. Weasley clean up after the conversation about the vault carried itself into the living room. Thankfully she didn't ask why Harry and Angela had been mysteriously quiet throughout the whole conversation.
Angela had forgotten all about the package from her vault in all of the excitement of the day, but as she was putting away dishes thinking about all that she had gotten she remembered it and suddenly had a strong desire to see what was in it. She quickly finished up and then went to Ginny's room to get the package.
When she got to Ginny's room she hoped to have a little privacy, but Hermione and Ginny were playing wizard chess. Ginny was winning and they both looked up at her and smiled "It's so we can finally beat Ron. We hope," Ginny said, smiling.
Angela had heard about how good Ron was in chess. They had stopped Voldemort from returning to power in their first year thanks to Ron's chess prowess. Angela smiled back and wished them luck. She grabbed the package from her pile of purchases that she still had to pack and left to try the back yard.
Angela stopped short of the back door, hearing voices.
"Well, I really do like her. You know that, but how am I supposed to tell her? How did you tell Angela?" she heard Ron's voice ask.
"Well, I never really told her. It just sort of…happened." Harry's voice answered. "But my advice to you is to just tell her and get it over with."
"Yeah, but then, what if she doesn't like me. Then things will be different and…well, I don't want to loose her as a friend." Angela could hear what sounded like desperation in Ron's voice. "But on the other hand I don't know how much longer I can do this."
Angela wondered for a moment who it was he liked, but just then Harry answered her question. "Listen, Ron, I'm pretty sure Hermione likes you too. Just, go up and ask her. When she's alone, of course."
Ron liked Hermione too!
"Well, I'll try it, but you remember the last time I just up and asked someone something like that, don't you."
Angela heard Harry chuckle. "Yeah, but Fleur was different."
"Yea, but it's still hell every time Bill brings her over. I guess we should head in before someone worries that we ran off or something."
Angela quickly walked away from the door. She didn't want Ron to hate her for eaves dropping two weeks after she met him. She heard Harry and Ron come in the door and when she was sure that the coast was clear she slipped out the back door.
It was very dark and Angela looked around before magicking herself some candles. She didn't know that Wizards her age were usually not allowed to do magic outside of school, as Dumbledore hadn't given her the letter that said she wasn't allowed to, nor had he told her not to.
Angela reread the note that had been attached to the bag and then turned to the bag itself. It was just a sack really, with a drawstring top to it. She pulled it open and reached for the first thing in the sack. There were two wands in it. "These must be my parent's wands." She thought to herself. She looked on the boxes and saw that they both had cores of phoenix tail feather, dragon heartstring, and unicorn hair. "Well, now I know where the other two that he's sold are."
She looked back into the sack and saw a piece of silvery gray material glinting up at her. As she lifted it out an envelope fell out of its folds. Angela laid the cloth across her lap and bent down to get the envelope. She had it about halfway opened when she heard a voice calling her. Scared, she quickly shoved everything back in the bag and quickly drew the top tight. She had just made the candles disappear when Harry stepped out the back door.
"Angela? What are you doing out here in the dark?"
"I was just…" she almost lied to him and found that she couldn't, "I was looking at the package from my parent's vault.
"In the dark?" Harry asked, looking at the bag at her feet. His eyes suddenly got wide as he looked at it. Angela glanced down and saw a bit of the silvery fabric poking out of the top. She tried to stuff it away but Harry's quick reflexes, a byproduct of his Quidditch training, no doubt, were too fast for Angela. He had the bag in his hands and the fabric halfway out before Angela could say anything. He looked up at Angela and grinned, holding the fabric almost reverently.
"Do you know what this is?"
"No, but I think that I can figure it out if you give it back." Angela reached for the bag, which Harry merely pulled out of her reach. Angela was feeling annoyed that Harry had just snatched her things and wouldn't give them back.
Harry didn't seem to notice her annoyance and continued talking. "It's an invisibility cloak. My dad left one for me. These things are dead useful."
"That's wonderful Harry. Can I have it back now? Or will I have to make you give it back?" Angela asked, giving Harry a threatening look.
Harry grinned yet again and said, "I like the sound of you making me. However, I am feeling extra generous, so I will give it back to you."
"Thank you." Angela walked over to Harry who handed her the bag while pulling her close to him with an arm around her waist. He quickly kissed her before she could protest. Angela didn't even think to protest. She kissed him back and wished that they could stand there, together forever. After about five minutes though, they heard a voice from the door.
"When you two have finished snogging, mum would like you back inside." Angela and Harry looked quickly around to see Fred walking back into the house, laughing. Angela and Harry looked at each other and laughed. Angela packed all the things back in the bag carefully and after giving each other one last kiss they walked inside, arms around each other.
Sounds of loud laughter and general merriment floated down the hallway. Angela couldn't help but smile to herself again for her plan. She had no idea that giving that much money away would feel so good.
They all sat in the living room discussing the key and whom it could have come from for hours, until Mrs. Weasley stood and insisted that they all go to bed.
"We have to get up early. You all have a train to catch." She looked pointedly at the five who were to return to Hogwart's the next day.
There were groans and complaints all around but everyone got up and headed off to their rooms. Angela, Hermione, and Ginny all finished packing their things before getting into bed. Angela had to quietly enlarge her trunk again, but thankfully the other two girls were too busy to notice.
The lights stayed on after the three girls had climbed into their beds. Hermione was reading one of their textbooks and Ginny was writing in a journal, so Angela decided that now was a perfect time to read the letter from her mother.
She opened the envelope, which was quite thick, and pulled out five sheets of parchment. The first was a letter. Angela sat and read it slowly, not wanting to rush through the first and only letter she would ever get from her soul mother.
Dearest Daughter,
Firstly I want you to know how much your father and I love you and how proud we are of you. We know that we will never know you, and that pains us beyond words. We can only hope that the people that Albus finds to raise you will see you are as wonderful as you really are.
Knowing that our time is short we decided to leave you a few things so that you will have a connection to a past that you will never really know about. First, are our wands. We never really needed them, but Albus always insisted that we use them in class. We share many fond memories with our wands in classes that you now have the knowledge of. You are free to use the wands, or keep them safe. Whatever you do, never destroy them, as their cores are very sensitive and would be extremely destructive if destroyed ("Why would I destroy anything that they gave me, much less their wands?" Angela asked herself. It would be a good thing to remember later on though, she felt, so she stashed the little tidbit away for future reference.)
Second is a map. This map is no ordinary map. It shows the full layout, including secret passages, of wherever you are at the moment. Not only that it shows the location and movement of people within the place you are. This is an enchanted map that will originally be blank. To get the map to appear simply tap it with your wand (or your wand fingers) ("Wand fingers? There's a name for them?") and say "Spatior Illac." It's Latin, meaning 'to stroll up that path'. You must be very careful not to let anyone else get it and when you are through with it tap it and say "Abdo Via." This means 'hide the way'. Your father once accidentally dropped it while under his invisibility cloak and a group of Gryffindors found it and copied the idea, although I believe James' only covered Hogwart's grounds. ("James? She can't mean Harry's father. But she must! That is so cool!")
Third is a copy of our will and the deeds to all of our properties.
Angela quickly glanced at the other pages in the set of papers. One was a blank piece of Parchment that Angela figured to be the map. One of the other three was a will, leaving everything to Angela. The last two were deeds for houses. "I'm not even out of school and I already have houses," She thought to herself, smiling, before returning to the letter.
We know that you will need them at some point and felt it was much easier to give them directly to you rather than go through someone else. We did entrust the key to the vault to Albus, but only because it was the only way to ensure that the rest of this would be safe.
We are also including your father's invisibility cloak as he said that it was always "dead useful" and that's a quote. ("That's exactly how Harry described it!" she thought to herself, still reading.) I agree that it did come into some good use while we were courting. Sneaking around in the middle of the night is not something that the caretaker cared much for.
The last thing that we included was a photo album. We know that you will have no idea what we look like, as you won't even have our features to tell from on yourself. We have pictures from as far back as when we were first years at Hogwart's to just a week ago. I hope that you enjoy it and get as much pleasure as you can from it.
Your father wants to add a note before I close, so I love you and want you to know that I will always do so.
Now the handwriting changed, becoming decidedly more manly,
Hey Punkin. I know, you probably don't like being called that, but I always imagined that to be the pet name that I would give my daughter. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and to remind you to make good use of that map and cloak. I'll just say that you probably wouldn't exist (well, your soul and mind I suppose wouldn't exist) if it hadn't been for that cloak. I love you and hope that you are happy.
Love Always,
Morgan and Edward Armstrong
Angela stayed up late, her candle burning much later than the other two, reading and re- reading the letter.