Disclaimer:  I spend my free time using someone else's characters to make stories.  Call me sad, say I need a life, do whatever you like, just don't sue me.

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Malfoy had no recollection of the previous nights events when he woke the next morning.  Angela was watching him alone when he came to.  Harry had decided that Malfoy probably wouldn't want to see him there when he woke up.  Harry and Angela had shared a long kiss goodbye and Angela was thinking about the previous night with a smile on her face when Malfoy finally stirred.

He blinked several times before looking at Angela.  She was happy to see that his eyes had returned to their original color. 

Malfoy looked confused to see her there.  "What,-" he began hoarsely, "are you doing here?"  He looked around to see if there was anyone else and when he saw that there weren't his eyes returned to Angela.

Angela explained all that had happened the night before.  Malfoy's eyes got wide and Angela could see the fear in them.

"My…father?" he croaked.

Angela could only nod.  She knew that he had a deep-rooted dislike for his father, but had never expected him to do anything like this.

Malfoy closed his eyes and took deep breaths.  Angela watched his fists clench and his jaw tighten.  It was a few minutes before he relaxed and opened his eyes again.  He stared at the ceiling for a long moment before saying "Well, I guess that explains why I feel like I've been beaten all over."

Angela thought for a moment.  "Well, that could also be your fall from yesterday."

Malfoy grimaced, apparently thinking about his failed dive.  "Nah…I feel worse now than I did when I hit the ground."  He turned his head and looked at Angela again.  "But that's three times now that you've saved my arse."

Angela nodded before realizing what he had said.  "What?  How did you know about the game yesterday?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes as if it were the dumbest question he had ever heard.  "I don't know anyone else who would have done it.  Besides, I could…tell.  As soon as I slowed down, I knew that it was you."

"I know what you mean."  So he could feel the bond too.  Just then Madam Pomphrey walked in.  Angela stood and said, "I need to go get some breakfast."  She turned to Madam Pomphrey and said "If you need me to watch him later, just let me know."

Madam Pomphrey patted her hand and nodded, saying, "You go sleep, dear."

Angela looked back over at Malfoy and saw he had his smirk firmly in place.  He let out an indignant snort and said, "I can take care of myself, thanks."

"Not when you're unconscious," Angela sniped back.  She turned and walked out the door, not waiting for Malfoy's retort.

She walked to Dumbledore's office first, retrieving her invisibility cloak that had been left behind in all of the excitement the night before.  She then headed to Gryffindor Tower.

The first thing she saw when she entered the common room was Harry, fast asleep on a long couch.  She smiled as she tucked a throw around him.  She also noticed that the room was almost empty before she glanced at the clock.  It was only 8:30 in the morning.  Angela knew that most people didn't wake until ten or so on Sundays, and everyone had been up later than normal last night.  Angela suddenly felt exhausted and decided to get a bit of sleep.  She budged Harry over and lay next to him on the couch, wrapping her arms around him.  She kissed his forehead and quickly fell asleep.

She was awakened a short while later by Harry.  He was twisting and turning, covered in sweat and he was clutching his scar.  Angela could tell he was having a dream and she didn't want to wake him up.  She lay there for a moment before deciding to do a quick pain relief spell on his scar.  He kept his hand to it, though not pressed as hard and the grimace left his face.  She watched him for a few more minutes before he awoke suddenly, gasping.

"Harry?  What is it?"

He looked at her, fear and protectiveness in his eyes.  "He knows.  He knows who you are."

Angela felt the blood drain out of her face.  "How?" she managed to get out, barely more than a whisper.

"He saw it…in Malfoy's mind.  He…" Harry couldn't continue.

"We should…I…we…" for once Angela couldn't think of a plan.  She knew they should tell Professor Dumbledore, but didn't want to wake him up again.  "What's Voldemort going to do?" she asked Harry.

"He's…he said that…it was more important to…to get you.  He said that he could wait to kill me, but…he had to get you.  He said that once he got…got rid of you…it would be easy."  Angela could tell that it had been hard for Harry to tell her this. 

"Well," Angela began resolutely, "he's tried to kill me before.  It's never worked."

"Yeah, but…I mean, they took Malfoy in his sleep.  There's nothing stopping them from doing the same to you."

Angela hadn't thought about that.  She knew that she had to do something, but she didn't know what.  Then it hit her.  "Harry…what if…what if we do the Fidelius Charm?"

Harry looked at her with a thoughtful look in his eyes.  "But, you'd have to go away.  You'd have to hide."

"Why can't I hide at Hogwart's?  I mean, the way the charm works is that no one but the secret keeper can see the person being hidden, right?  So, even if I were at Hogwarts no one would be able to tell that I was here."

Harry looked at her, obviously contemplating what she had said.  After a few moments he said, "We need to talk to Dumbledore about this.  Come on." 

They got up and went quickly out of the portrait hole.  The familiar path to Dumbledore's office seemed to take no time at all and before they knew it they were standing in front of his office door.  They looked at each other before knocking.

The door opened and Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking at them expectantly.  "Yes?"

Harry launched into his dream, telling Dumbledore everything that Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy had said.  Dumbledore's look became one of grave concern.  He nodded and then looked at Angela.  "Angela, we must protect you."

Angela nodded and told him about their plan.  Dumbledore seemed uncertain at first.  "You will still be in grave danger, Angela.  The Fidelius Charm is easily gotten through, if the secret keeper is weak."

Angela knew that he was talking about Harry's parents and Peter Pettigrew.  "Well, sir, I was thinking that either you or Harry could be my secret keeper."

Dumbledore thought about that.  He sat for a few minutes, contemplating all the possibilities when his face brightened.  "I believe I have the solution!  It is possible to put the secret into more than one person…up to five actually.  It is a variation on the Fidelius Charm, commonly referred to as the Five-Point Fidelius Charm.  All five secret keepers must tell where the person in question is for the searcher to be able to see this person.  And even if another incident such as last nights occurs, the secret is stored in the person's soul, so Voldemort wouldn't be able to get to you."

Angela thought about it for a moment, looking at Harry and then turned to Dumbledore and said, "Lets do it."

Dumbledore nodded then asked "Now the only issue is who will the five be."

Angela quickly thought about it.  "You, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and," she looked up at Harry before she said it, "Malfoy."

"Malfoy!?"  Harry asked, unbelievingly.

"Malfoy.  He's been watching out for me the whole year and he saved my life once already.  I trust him, Harry.  And I'm the one who needs to trust him, not you."

Harry opened and closed his mouth, obviously at a loss for words.  Angela turned back to Dumbledore who nodded, showing his approval at her selections.  "We'll have to inform these students.  Please gather them and report back to my office at five o'clock this afternoon.  We will have to set up bedchambers for you away from the others, so that they won't suspect anything.  I will handle those arrangements."  There was a finality in his tone when he said that, and Angela and Harry turned and left.

Angela's thoughts raced on how she would tell Hermione and Ron, and especially Draco.  She knew she would have to tell Draco alone, but she would rather do it that way.  He was human when they were alone.  Hermione and Ron could be told with Harry.

Angela and Harry walked to Gryffindor Tower in silence.  Angela knew that he was mad about her choosing Malfoy as a Secret Keeper, but she also knew that he didn't understand the feeling of safety that she felt when Malfoy watched her walk around the lake.

Hermione and Ron were sitting on a couch with each other when they entered the common room.  Their smiles turned quickly to looks of concern when they saw the looks on Angela and Harry's faces.

"Hey guys.  What's going on?  Is everything alright?"  Ron looked worriedly at Hermione when they shook their heads.

"We need to talk guys."  Angela looked around the crowded common room.  "Somewhere…quieter."

Hermione and Ron nodded and they all went to a back corner of the common room.

"First things first, you need to know who I am," Angela began.  She told them about her soul parents, being the heir of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, all of her powers, and how she was needed to defeat Voldemort, along with Harry.  They looked amazed and merely nodded when she finished.  Then Harry told them what had happened the night before with Malfoy and Voldemort before telling them about the dream he had had that morning.

"What are you going to do?"  Hermione looked at Angela with fear in her eyes.  Angela could tell that Hermione was afraid for her safety and it made her feel better to know that Hermione cared.

Angela looked at Harry before telling them about the plan that they and Dumbledore had come up with.

"You want us to be your secret keepers?"  Ron looked doubtfully at Hermione. 

"Well, it's not just you…it's you two, Harry…Dumbledore…"  she trailed off hoping they wouldn't catch that she had only said four names. 

"That's only four," Hermione said quickly, "Who's the fifth?"

Angela couldn't look at them when she said it, knowing that their reactions, or at least Ron's reaction, would be more severe than Harry's had been.  "Malfoy."

"WHAT?!?"  Ron roared.  The common room grew quiet and Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.  Ron looked around and then back at Angela.  "With Malfoy as a secret keeper you'll be dead in a week!" he said in a fervent whisper.  He looked at Harry and said, "How can you let her have Malfoy as a secret keeper?"

Harry just shook his head.  "It's not his choice," Angela began angrily, "and besides, all five have to tell.  I trust Malfoy.  Why is neither here nor there right now, but I do."

Ron couldn't seem to find words.  Angela looked at him and Hermione and said "We have to be in Dumbledore's office at five.  I need to go talk to Malfoy."

Hermione nodded and stood with Angela, giving her a hug.  "What are we going to tell everyone else?"

Angela hadn't really thought of that, but she said, "Just tell them that my grandmother is dying and I had to go home."

Hermione nodded again and Angela turned and left the common room.

She had no idea what she would say to Draco as she walked to the Hospital Wing.  She hoped that the words would come to her when she got there, but as she reached the doors she had a feeling that they wouldn't.  She stepped into the wing and saw Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson around Malfoy's bed.  Pansy was fussing over him and it looked like he was trying to get her to stop.  Crabbe and Goyle just stood there dumbly, which wasn't anything different for them.  None of them noticed Angela and she snuck into Madam Pomphrey's office quietly.

"Can I help you Miss Harte?"  Madam Pomphrey said in a quiet voice.

"Um, yeah.  I need to talk to Draco…alone.  It's an emergency and if you ask the headmaster he would confirm this.  But I can't tell Draco's 'friends' to leave, so…could you?"

Madam Pomphrey looked at Angela harshly for a moment before softening her gaze.  "The headmaster told me you would be coming.  I will tell his friends that he needs rest.  You stay in here until I come back."

Angela nodded and watched Madam Pomphrey leaving.  She could hear her fussing voice telling the Slytherins to leave, that "Mr. Malfoy needs his rest."  She stepped back into the office a few moments later and nodded at Angela.  Angela thanked her quickly and then stepped out of the office. 

Malfoy looked up at her as she crossed the room.  "Madam Pomphrey will be in here to tell you to leave in a second."

"No she won't.  I'm the one that got her to make the others leave."

She saw appreciation flash across Malfoy's face for an instant before turning to anger.  "Why?  So you can come and taunt me?"

"Malfoy, I don't have time for this.  And I know you aren't really angry.  I need to talk to you, and I needed it to be just you and me."

Malfoy gave her a calculating look, as if trying to see if she was being genuine.  He nodded curtly, telling her to continue.

Angela took a deep breath and let it out noisily.  "Look, I don't really have the right words to say this, so I'm just going to say it."  She explained about Harry's dream and the plan they had devised before concluding, "I need you to be one of my secret keepers."

Malfoy's calculating look quickly turned to one of surprise.  "Me?  But you have Potter, and the rest of them…"

"Well, it's the Five-Point Fidelius Charm.  You'd be one of five…."  She told him who the other secret keepers were and that she would be hiding at Hogwarts.  "I trust you Malfoy.  And you owe me.  Wizard's debt.  I saved your life."

Malfoy nodded, looking at her intently.  "What do I need to do?"

"We have to be in Dumbledore's office in about an hour.  Thank you, Draco."

Malfoy looked at her and smirked.  "Draco?  Since when did you call me by my first name?"

"Since it's easier to say…since I saw you…in my dream…with the Cruciatus curse on you…  It made you more…human.  I'm not saying that the curse is a good thing, I just…I don't see the point in calling you Malfoy anymore to your face.  Besides, Malfoy is kind of ugly and takes a lot of effort to say compared to just…Draco.  And if you don't lose that smirk right now I'm going to have to wipe it off…and you don't want me to do that."

Malfoy changed his smirk to a smile.  Angela couldn't help but smile back.  "You should smile more often.  I'll go ask Madam Pomphrey if it will be alright for you to leave then."

Madam Pomphrey came out and did one last check over, pronouncing Draco well enough to leave. 

As they stepped out of the Hospital Wing Pansy Parkinson ran up to them.  "Draco, oh, I'm so glad that you're all right!"  She saw Angela and stopped.  Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she looked as if she would have loved to kill Angela.  "What are you doing here, Harte?" she practically spit the name. 

Angela looked at her for a second, thinking about what she was about to have to do.  She didn't know if she would be able to perform magic while under the Fidelius Charm and decided that this could very well be her only chance to get back at Pansy for some of the things that she had said over the year.  She waved her hand at Pansy, as if impatiently telling her to go away. 

Pansy opened her mouth and began to speak, but no sound came from her lips.  She realized it about halfway through her sentence and looked scared and confused.  Angela began walking away laughing.  She could tell Malfoy was having a hard time containing his laughter as well as he tugged her sleeve.  "You can't just leave her like this."  He had a smile in his eyes that he knew he couldn't allow to reach his lips.  Angela sighed.  "I suppose not."  She waved her hand at Pansy again and immediately a stream of cuss words came from Pansy's mouth.

"Pansy, if you know what's good for you, you'd shut up," Draco said, giving Pansy a dirty look.  Angela looked at Malfoy, surprised.  Pansy looked like she'd been slapped.  Angela and Draco turned and walked in the direction of Dumbledore's office, leaving Pansy standing in the hallway.

As soon as they were sure that she couldn't hear them they laughed loudly.  Draco soon had tears rolling down his face from laughter.  "I would pay to see that again.  Did you see the look on her face when I told her to shut up?"  They were still laughing when they reached the gargoyle. 

Draco straightened and looked at Angela, still laughing.  "I think that you're a good influence on me, Harte." 

Angela smiled and said, "I wouldn't bet on it.  Come on."