A/N:: I wanna give a speacial thanx to my 3 reviewers ((pathetic eh?)):: yaminy-grint4eva, Ooga Booga, and ((cant forget cha grl)) odessaspacey1. Also, in reply to odessaspacey1's review thingy:: No sht Sherlock. Of course its different, Lol, r/r chick. Ooga Booga:: I know shes not spending a lot of time with Harry & Sirius, I'm working on the Father/daughter relationship in this chapter. And trust me, she'll have some time with Harry, some "brotherly" time in a sense. And to yaminy-grint4eva:: thnx for your review. I really wasn't expecting any more reviews. I was utterly shocked when I logged on earlier today to see I had 3 reviews, honestly I almost fell out of my chair in a faint. This chapter is dedicated to my, one of my, best-friends, Heather for some inspirational ideas. Thnx again Heather, enjoy your Snape odessaspacey1 ((heh!). Well onto Chapter 3 if I do say so myself. Which I do....
Chapter 3:: The Sorting Hat
After lunch, I sat up in my room with Ron. He was helping me unpack and we had decided to take a break. He was sitting on Hermione's bed and I was sitting on mine messing with my bracelets Melody had given me before I left. I gave a depressed sigh and Ron looked at me with a concerned look.
"Angel? Are you okay?"
"What?" I looked up at him, "I'm just... sad."
"Why? Because you had to leave?"
"Yeah, my best friend, Melody, gave me these bracelets yesterday for my birthday."
He got up and sat beside me, putting an arm around me, "I dont know what to say to make you feel better...."
"Because there's nothing to say," And I leaned my head on him. Few minutes later I stood up and opened the third and thank GOD final trunk.
"What the fuck?" I said and made a disgusted looking face down into the trunk.
Ron raised a brow at me and stood beside me, also looking down into the trunk, "What?"
"My grandma put stupid clothes in here," I took out a pink t-shit that had a purple butterfly on it/
"So...."
"Ron! It's PINK! I hate pink! She knows that. She wanted me to 'change' the way I am before I came here."
"Change? Why would she want you to change?"
"Because I am, quote unquote, "gothic"". I said, using my fingers to quote it. ((A/n:: Had to think of someway to say it...)
"Well, I think you're fine the way you are."
"Thanks," I threw some clothes out the trunk that were obnoxiously bright colours and glared at them. "She took out my favorite shirt! It said 'I hate humans... forced to be in contact with them.' Man... I love that shirt...," Ron started laughing, "yeah, sounds good alright."
"Yeah...." I picked up a pair of light blue jeans and threw them on the bed. "I knew I shouldn't have left my clothes trunk at the house." Ron was STILL laughing and then tryed to stop, "Whew, ok... I'm good now, I think."
"What was so funny?"
"Nevermind."
"Okay..."
On the bottom of my trunks were my robes, most black, but I had a crimson one ((deep red or purple.)). Ron picked up the crimson one and handed it to me, "Got some nice robes."
I took it from him and put it on the bed. "Yeah thanks, this was what Mrs. Raymond bought me for Christmas last year. That's Melody's Mom."
"Oh um, wicked?"
"Yeah, wicked." I said and was laughing my ass off on the inside. I took my wand out of my crimson robe. It had a dragon-hide wand holder on the inside of the left sleeve. I reminded myself to thank her again for getting this for me, it was really useful, "and this is one of the most prized 'possesions' I own. My wand."
"Nice, what kind?"
"Holly, unicorn hair, 9 1/2 inches. I've had it since I was like 8."
"Hey, mines unicorn hair too.... at least I think it is." I laughed, "Cool," He smiled at me and I smiled back. There was a knock at the door, and I mentally had a vision of me ripping the persons head off who was on the other side of the door. Not literally, of course, at least I think not. I sighed, "Come in." I said looking at the door, and Harry and Hermione walks in, 'Perfect, god brother and friend alert. Hey, I can use this to my advantage...' I thought to myself.
"We interupting anything?" Harry asked grinning, ((A/n:: this was part of the preview from "chapter 2," when I write it out though, I somethimes get ideas is all... a thought.)
"Oh yeah Harry. Ron and me were just choking ourselves with eachothers tounges. I rolled my eyes at there confused look, "french kissing..."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and Harry stared at Ron. I had a mental image of Harry beating the shit out of Ron, if Ron ever did anything to hurt me. I closed my eyes and glanced at Ron after a few seconds. He had his mouth open, and I rolled my eyes, "Hello? Kidding. I swear no one in this damn country has a sense of humor."
"Ron I was about to say..."
"Yeah, I didn't really get what she was saying at first... kinda lost me, Angel."
"Heh, sorry, Ron." I moved to my bed and sat my wand on the beside table, and sat down, Ron sitting beside me. I had a feeling that when Harry and Hermione came in the first thing Harry noticed was my wand in my hand. Ron had previously told me how cautious Harry was about magic going on now. I couldn't blame him, I mean seriously. His parents were killed by magic, and magic's the reason he has a stupid scar on his forehead. It looked awfully suspicious.The boy-who-just-wouldn't-die, as a few people in America called him, walking into my room and seeing his god-sister having her wand out, none the less his best friend, or mate, in here with me. He was probably making assumptions that I had used the Imperious Curse on him or some other ridiculous idea. I wanted to believe he wouldn't think that... but ,yet again, I did have a past with using an Unforgivable Curse on someone... on accident of course... at least I'm pretty sure it was. I sighed, getting lost in my own thoughts again. I decide to get my mind off of my past and brought up another subject, "so you guys been best friends since like your first year?"
"Um... something like that, Harry and Ron were best friends since Semptember of that year then, I was kind of... bossy in first year. I, well, we became friends sometime in late October, early November." Hermione said and became interested in her shoes.
"Yeah, after Hermione nearly got clobbered by the mountain troll," Ron said.
"Yes, that's a reason."
"Yeah it is, hey 'Mione, why were you in the girls lavitory on Halloween anyway?" Ron asked raiseing a brow.
"Well, Ron, if you remember correctly, you had made a rather rude comment about me."
"Oh yeah, forgot. Been trying to put that in the past. Sorry."
"Yes, you mentioned sorry."
"Whoa... you guys have awesome history." I said and they looked at me. I was ready to bet they had just forgot I was in the room, either that or didn't care. I mentally made a note not to get overshadowed in this group... like stupid ass Amanda and Rebecca had done to me in my first year.
"That's nothing. In second year..." and they started telling me about the basilisk, my dad, Voldemort, they even told me about the death eater battle they had in June. The battle where my dad almost died. I gasped at that, and fought back the urge to ask why; one, a convicted murderer would be in the Ministry of Magic, and two, why did Harry think he was there getting tortured by Voldemort. They seemed to be keeping something from me but I didn't care. They'd tell me when they got that I could be trusted I guessed. 'I really hope that's soon,' I told myself, 'Wait. Why should I? It's not like these people are my friends... well maybe. But if they dont trust me, what's the point of having a friendship?'
We made some small chatter and I began telling them about my school, something I noticed Hermione was relatively interested in. "Well, you guys said that Snape, the potions master, was the worst in Hogwarts. Well at Ambleem's the worst teacher is definitely Proffesor Larson! He teaches Transfiguration. He was horrible, he had the biggest crush on my Mom when she went there and she repeatedly turned him down. So, naturally, he took out his hate from my dad getting my Mom on me. Terrible. Always giving me detention...."
"Sounds like Snape on me. Apparently Snape was a bit, 'sweet' on my Mum at times. Not to mention that my dad and your's were best friends along with Remus. Your dad and mine always made fun of Snape and stuff," I opened my mouth to say something, but then Harry added quickly, "Snape started it, my dad and Sirius were just way better duelers than him." I mentally had a picture of younger version of my dad and James PotterI'd seen a picture of them together in a scrap-book my Grandmother had given meturning Snape's hair a dazzling purple. "Anyways, though, enough about that slimy git, how was your quidditch team?" Harry asked me.
"Oh yeah, well my team, well rather Chester's team now... was really good. Me, Melody, and Chester were the chasers and Proffesor Martin said that we had this 'connection' thing. Like Melody could throw the quaffle anywere and out of no were I would appear and end up scoring. God I miss them.... Our little 'group'", I had to stop myself from saying posse because I had a feeling they wouldn't get it if I said it, well maybe Hermione would, "was kinda like ya'll's; like each one of you guys have this thing about you that remind me of them. Like Hermione's really smart like Amy. Harry's really bold and couragous sounding sorta like Melody and me, people swear we're sisters most the time because we act like it, and even look like it. Ron's got this cool goofiness about him that makes him like Chester.... Pretty pathetic, me sitting here whining to you guys about them when you don't even know them."
Ron put his arm around me and I layed my head on his shoulder as Hermione just stared at me. I wondered why the hell she was staring, then I suddenly thought maybe she had a little 'school crush' on Ron or something. 'Tough! She didnt do nothin about it, he's mine, dont feel guilty.' I was thinking to myself. "I don't know how your about to stay here without them. I don't know what I would do without Harry and Ron." she said and I mentally slapped myself for being overly protective, thinking that his best friend would have a crush on him. 'One of my million flaws,' I thought to myself.
"Yeah, the same goes for me. I would be very... well anti-social without Ron and Hermione. You're pretty strong, Angel, even if you don't think it." Harry had said. I just shrugged. Me? Strong? Nah, he had to be mistaken. I was the complete opposite of strong.
Ron nodded and put his arm around my waist, "Yeah, they kind of summed it up for me. Without Harry and Hermione I'd be pretty... let's just say I'd be less confident or something like that. You guys know what I mean. We're not trying to make you feel bad or nothing, Angel. Just you know, you can talk to us about anything."
"Yeah, I know. I bet my friends are dealing though. They're probably out shopping or something... at least Melody and Amy are. They, well, we, usually did that when we got upset." I sighed and a tear fell out of my eye and onto Ron's shoulder. He looked down at me feeling the tear and gave me an encouraging smile. "Yeah, so enough about me. There's not that much to me except Quidditch and my friends." I said and sighed.
"Well, um... theres not much to do around here," Ron said and rubbed my waist gently to make me feel better I guessed.
"You two look really cute together. About time Ron found someone." Hermione said smiling at us.
I kissed him on the cheek; I could tell he was getting more and more comfortable around me with every minute. I put my arm around him and then looked at Hermione again, "so, Hermione, any guys at Hogwarts you like?"
"What? Um... well one of the guys I know at school I like a bit more than what he thinks I do. I know he would never fall for a girl like me though."
"Aw, come on Hermione. Your a good-looking girl. You could probably get any guy at Hogwarts you wanted. I'm telling you now since I've named you my girl to give and receive advice from, to let him know how you feel about him."
Hermione smiled at me, "Thanks Angel, We'll see what happens though," I nodded, but Harry stared at her.
"Who is it? This guy?"
"I-- you-- I can't tell harry! I'm not like you and Angel, to just spill my feelings and tell you who I've had a crush on for the longest time!"
"Hold up. Like me? What's that supposed to mean? You barely know me Hermione; don't start making assumptions about me until you get to know the evil, violent, bitchy side of me."
"I didn't mean it like that. I mean you and Ron hit it off great. You told him you liked him, and look, you guys are all over each other."
"Hermione I -"
"No, save it. I'm going downstairs." and with that she got up and walked out. When she walked out she shot me a glare and slammed the door.
"Whew, if looks could kill..." I sighed and looked from Harry to Ron.
Ron held me kind of close, not that I'm complaining, "Nothing, Hermione, has mood swings. She usually takes them out on me but you might be her new target." I sighed and closed my eyes, "oh, well. Seriously though, she can't say something like that to me when she met me like at 9 this morning and its what now? 7:30pm? ((A/n:: I'm aware that the time is off.)" I gasped, "you guys, Dumbledore should be here."
"Oh yeah, well," Harry stood up, "lets go downstairs, then."
Ron and I stood up, holding hands and walked downstairs into the kitchen. Two twin boys with red hair looked up as we entered, "Ah, dear brother of ours, you bring," one of them said and the other finished his sentence for him, "the fair maiden, Angel, downstairs." Ron sighed and ran a hand, the one he wasn't holding mine with, and threw his hair back, "stop being stupid. Angel, these are my brothers, Fred and George." I smiled at them and they both smiled back, both with mischevious grins.
"Well... hey, you two, then," I said not really sure what to say and looked from one to the other, "I know that look! No pranks, you two. I know people who specialize that look, nothing good comes from it."
"Ah, anything for the dear American," George said grinning and I raised a brow at him. "We heard you asked her out, Ronnikins. Is it true? You asked out Sirius's daughter?" Fred asked a little seriously.
"Well... we kinda asked each other out. Big mouth, Ginny, tell you?" He eyes her and Hermione who stay talking quietly at the far end of the table.I glared at them, as well, and Harry sat beside George.
"Ron, you better not hurt Angel at all. I think Sirius would kill you if you hurt her in anyway." Fred said.
"Yeah, thanks for the warning. Go ahead and tell Sirius, then. I don't think he'll mind."
"You and Angel together?" Sirius said from behind us. "How come you didn't bother to tell me, Angel? Ron?"
"Daddy, come on, now. Ron's really nice. I wasn't sure how you'd take it if I told you. That's all. I was going to tell you as soon as I found a way to find out how you'd take it."
He sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, "Well, if your anything like me at 16, you'd do it if I told you not to."
I smiled at him and hugged him, then turned to Ron who was also smiling.... I was expecting him to be "scared" at first but guess not.
"Touching," said a cold, drawing voice from the fireplace.
Everyone turned to look at who was there. "Man I thought we had enough of him sinse last year..." "Yeah I know," Fred and George said, whispering to each other.
"What are you doing here?" Dad asked Snape, when he walked into the light.
"Dumbledore told me to come and check up on Angelina," he said and looked at me, then back at my dad and smirked.
"Why? I'm perfectly capable of taking care of her."
"Oh? No one said you weren't capable of doing it, Black. Are you perhaps, neglecting her, already?" he narrowed his eyes at my dad, who glared at him, fists shaking. "It appears you are," Snape said and looked down at his fists shaking.
Before anyone could blink my dad has rammed Snape into the wall and hit him against it about four times, "Don't you ever say that again! I'm giving her space to get to know everyone and not just me! You slimy git!" He slammed him against the wall again.
Snape winced in pain each time he hit the wall, "Get your hands off of me now, Black." He glared at my dad, who had no sign of letting go of him. I stepped up to them and put a hand on my dad's arm.
"Let him down, Dad. He has no one. That's why he's so set on trying to provoke you. Trust me, I know people exactly like him."
He looked at me and then back at Snape, he let go of him and turned to me, "What you must think of me now, I can only imagine."
I smiled at him, "I don't think any thing less about you. He was taunting you on a sensitive subject."
Snape glared at me for a minute and then I turned to him, "What the hell do you think you were doing? You have no right to say something like that! And to think I said you actually weren't so bad. Yeah, right."
He narrowed his eyes at me and I glared at him. I momentarily became aware of everyone staring at me but I shook it off. "You can't talk to me like that, Black. You have no idea who your talking to."
"No I'm pretty sure I can talk to you like that, Snape. Seeing as how we're not in school, and I haven't even been sorted yet, you can't do anything. No points off and no detintions. And I am aware of who I am talking to; and I depise that person with every inch of my heart!" I had a sense to say with every inch of my black little heart, in Amy's words exactly. I decided against it though, since they didn't need to know that side of me.... Behind me everyone was staring at the back of my head in surprise. I don't think they expected me to go off on someone like Snape.
"Everything alright here, Severus? Sirius? And I believe, Angelina?" said a voice from behind us, 'Damn... for once I wish people wouldn't do this,' I thought to myself, and I turned around to see a elderly looking wizard, with a long beard and half-moon glasses, his blue eyes behind them which seemed to be twinkling. He was carrying a tattered looking hat. Standing beside him, was Remus, who was staring at me shocked, his gaze then went to Sirius and he shook his head at him.
"Yes, headmaster, just a... despute." Snape said and I whipped around and was about to say something, but my dad placed a hand on my shoulder, and I turned back around looking at this man.... I assumed it was Dumbledore since that git, Snape, called him Headmaster.
"Oh yes, forgive me, Angelina. I am Proffesor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He said and I thought to myself, 'No, really? Why else would Snape call you Headmaster if you weren't the headmaster of my new school? Duh....' So I wouldn't say it though; I bit the inside of my cheek.
I just nodded though, so he wouldn't get the wrong impression of me... that could wait until semester started, "Um... sir, I go by Angel."
"I brought the sorting hat, Angel," he said and I raised a brow at him, his blue eyes twinkling. 'That twinkling thing is annoying...' I thought to myself and bit my cheek again so I wouldn't say anything. "Would you like to get sorted now or after dinner?"
"I'd rather be now."
"Very well," he pulled out a chair at the table and Mrs. Weasley came in, smiling at him and nodded to him. He nodded back. "Angel, if you would please have a seat."
I sighed and was making my way to the chair when I stopped and looked at Hermione on the far end of the table, "Hermione, I'm sorry." she smiled and nodded. I took a deep breath and sat down on the chair.
"Ah! A Black, haven't seen one of these in a while." I jumped when I heard the voice in my head. "You're very intelligent, and loyal. Good of you to keep me waiting when you apologized to Ms. Granger, yes that was noble. Good with confrontations, I see. Very Slytherin style," my eyes grew wide when the hat said this and I was thinking 'No please, not slytherin. Anything but slytherin.' "Not Slytherin you say? Hm... very well, not Slytherin. However you would do marvellous there. Let's see... Ravenclaw qualities, Gryffindor qualities as well... hm... difficult you are, just like you father was. You should know he didn't want Slytherin either. Well now if you don't want Slytherin, how about, "GRYFFINDOR!"
I smiled and took it off, Fred and George were talking about the fight between my dad and Snape. Ron hugged me, and I hugged him back smiling, "I'm really glad you got Gryffindor." he whispered in my ear, and I whispered into his robes, "me too." ((A/n:: robes since the're hugging.)) Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow at us, but we chose to ignore it.
"Well done, Angel," my dad said to me and I smiled, "Thanks."
"Yes! We got a chaser!" Harry was saying to himself and I laughed.
"Why thank you, Harry!" I said and he grinned at me.
Snape apparently had disapperated because no one had seen him since the "dispute", the one he started....
Mrs. Weasley had told us to sit down at the table and she would prepare us dinner. Me and Ron sat next to eachother with my dad on my other side. Harry and Hermione across from us. Ron and I had been unseparatible the rest of the night. After we had finished dinner we sat on the couch in the 'living room' and just talked. I ended up in his arms. We stayed like that talking until 3 in the morning. We finally decided to go up to bed. He walked me to my bedroom door and we had a pretty good make out session in the hall before I kissed him on the cheek, and give a him a small hug and went to bed.
"G'nite Angel..." he said after I had already shut the door and then he made his way down to his and Harry's room.
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A/N:: And that's it for chapter 3. What did you guys think? I didn't want to spill that she was a "cutter" until somewere around chapter 3 but whatever. I had to do something from Ron's point of view or else Jessica was going to kill me! -hold up cross to keep her away- I did Jess! I did I did I did!!! Anyways... hope you liked your chapter, also odessaspacey1, don't kill me for doing that to Snape! You have no clue how hard it was to write! Anywayz, I shall be going to type Chapter 4 now... want a preview? Well, here ya go.
The door bell rang a few minutes later and my dad smiled, and gave a greatful sigh, "Without my blasted Mother's portrait its so quiet."
"That's a good thing, Padfoot." Remus said
"Damn straight, Moony."
"Ok... um... Padfoot? Moony?" I asked and they explained about the Marauders.
And that's it, anymore and I'll be giving away Chp. 4. Well I'm out. Read and Review people! I luv my reviewers! -tosses them cookies-
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Chapter 3:: The Sorting Hat
After lunch, I sat up in my room with Ron. He was helping me unpack and we had decided to take a break. He was sitting on Hermione's bed and I was sitting on mine messing with my bracelets Melody had given me before I left. I gave a depressed sigh and Ron looked at me with a concerned look.
"Angel? Are you okay?"
"What?" I looked up at him, "I'm just... sad."
"Why? Because you had to leave?"
"Yeah, my best friend, Melody, gave me these bracelets yesterday for my birthday."
He got up and sat beside me, putting an arm around me, "I dont know what to say to make you feel better...."
"Because there's nothing to say," And I leaned my head on him. Few minutes later I stood up and opened the third and thank GOD final trunk.
"What the fuck?" I said and made a disgusted looking face down into the trunk.
Ron raised a brow at me and stood beside me, also looking down into the trunk, "What?"
"My grandma put stupid clothes in here," I took out a pink t-shit that had a purple butterfly on it/
"So...."
"Ron! It's PINK! I hate pink! She knows that. She wanted me to 'change' the way I am before I came here."
"Change? Why would she want you to change?"
"Because I am, quote unquote, "gothic"". I said, using my fingers to quote it. ((A/n:: Had to think of someway to say it...)
"Well, I think you're fine the way you are."
"Thanks," I threw some clothes out the trunk that were obnoxiously bright colours and glared at them. "She took out my favorite shirt! It said 'I hate humans... forced to be in contact with them.' Man... I love that shirt...," Ron started laughing, "yeah, sounds good alright."
"Yeah...." I picked up a pair of light blue jeans and threw them on the bed. "I knew I shouldn't have left my clothes trunk at the house." Ron was STILL laughing and then tryed to stop, "Whew, ok... I'm good now, I think."
"What was so funny?"
"Nevermind."
"Okay..."
On the bottom of my trunks were my robes, most black, but I had a crimson one ((deep red or purple.)). Ron picked up the crimson one and handed it to me, "Got some nice robes."
I took it from him and put it on the bed. "Yeah thanks, this was what Mrs. Raymond bought me for Christmas last year. That's Melody's Mom."
"Oh um, wicked?"
"Yeah, wicked." I said and was laughing my ass off on the inside. I took my wand out of my crimson robe. It had a dragon-hide wand holder on the inside of the left sleeve. I reminded myself to thank her again for getting this for me, it was really useful, "and this is one of the most prized 'possesions' I own. My wand."
"Nice, what kind?"
"Holly, unicorn hair, 9 1/2 inches. I've had it since I was like 8."
"Hey, mines unicorn hair too.... at least I think it is." I laughed, "Cool," He smiled at me and I smiled back. There was a knock at the door, and I mentally had a vision of me ripping the persons head off who was on the other side of the door. Not literally, of course, at least I think not. I sighed, "Come in." I said looking at the door, and Harry and Hermione walks in, 'Perfect, god brother and friend alert. Hey, I can use this to my advantage...' I thought to myself.
"We interupting anything?" Harry asked grinning, ((A/n:: this was part of the preview from "chapter 2," when I write it out though, I somethimes get ideas is all... a thought.)
"Oh yeah Harry. Ron and me were just choking ourselves with eachothers tounges. I rolled my eyes at there confused look, "french kissing..."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and Harry stared at Ron. I had a mental image of Harry beating the shit out of Ron, if Ron ever did anything to hurt me. I closed my eyes and glanced at Ron after a few seconds. He had his mouth open, and I rolled my eyes, "Hello? Kidding. I swear no one in this damn country has a sense of humor."
"Ron I was about to say..."
"Yeah, I didn't really get what she was saying at first... kinda lost me, Angel."
"Heh, sorry, Ron." I moved to my bed and sat my wand on the beside table, and sat down, Ron sitting beside me. I had a feeling that when Harry and Hermione came in the first thing Harry noticed was my wand in my hand. Ron had previously told me how cautious Harry was about magic going on now. I couldn't blame him, I mean seriously. His parents were killed by magic, and magic's the reason he has a stupid scar on his forehead. It looked awfully suspicious.The boy-who-just-wouldn't-die, as a few people in America called him, walking into my room and seeing his god-sister having her wand out, none the less his best friend, or mate, in here with me. He was probably making assumptions that I had used the Imperious Curse on him or some other ridiculous idea. I wanted to believe he wouldn't think that... but ,yet again, I did have a past with using an Unforgivable Curse on someone... on accident of course... at least I'm pretty sure it was. I sighed, getting lost in my own thoughts again. I decide to get my mind off of my past and brought up another subject, "so you guys been best friends since like your first year?"
"Um... something like that, Harry and Ron were best friends since Semptember of that year then, I was kind of... bossy in first year. I, well, we became friends sometime in late October, early November." Hermione said and became interested in her shoes.
"Yeah, after Hermione nearly got clobbered by the mountain troll," Ron said.
"Yes, that's a reason."
"Yeah it is, hey 'Mione, why were you in the girls lavitory on Halloween anyway?" Ron asked raiseing a brow.
"Well, Ron, if you remember correctly, you had made a rather rude comment about me."
"Oh yeah, forgot. Been trying to put that in the past. Sorry."
"Yes, you mentioned sorry."
"Whoa... you guys have awesome history." I said and they looked at me. I was ready to bet they had just forgot I was in the room, either that or didn't care. I mentally made a note not to get overshadowed in this group... like stupid ass Amanda and Rebecca had done to me in my first year.
"That's nothing. In second year..." and they started telling me about the basilisk, my dad, Voldemort, they even told me about the death eater battle they had in June. The battle where my dad almost died. I gasped at that, and fought back the urge to ask why; one, a convicted murderer would be in the Ministry of Magic, and two, why did Harry think he was there getting tortured by Voldemort. They seemed to be keeping something from me but I didn't care. They'd tell me when they got that I could be trusted I guessed. 'I really hope that's soon,' I told myself, 'Wait. Why should I? It's not like these people are my friends... well maybe. But if they dont trust me, what's the point of having a friendship?'
We made some small chatter and I began telling them about my school, something I noticed Hermione was relatively interested in. "Well, you guys said that Snape, the potions master, was the worst in Hogwarts. Well at Ambleem's the worst teacher is definitely Proffesor Larson! He teaches Transfiguration. He was horrible, he had the biggest crush on my Mom when she went there and she repeatedly turned him down. So, naturally, he took out his hate from my dad getting my Mom on me. Terrible. Always giving me detention...."
"Sounds like Snape on me. Apparently Snape was a bit, 'sweet' on my Mum at times. Not to mention that my dad and your's were best friends along with Remus. Your dad and mine always made fun of Snape and stuff," I opened my mouth to say something, but then Harry added quickly, "Snape started it, my dad and Sirius were just way better duelers than him." I mentally had a picture of younger version of my dad and James PotterI'd seen a picture of them together in a scrap-book my Grandmother had given meturning Snape's hair a dazzling purple. "Anyways, though, enough about that slimy git, how was your quidditch team?" Harry asked me.
"Oh yeah, well my team, well rather Chester's team now... was really good. Me, Melody, and Chester were the chasers and Proffesor Martin said that we had this 'connection' thing. Like Melody could throw the quaffle anywere and out of no were I would appear and end up scoring. God I miss them.... Our little 'group'", I had to stop myself from saying posse because I had a feeling they wouldn't get it if I said it, well maybe Hermione would, "was kinda like ya'll's; like each one of you guys have this thing about you that remind me of them. Like Hermione's really smart like Amy. Harry's really bold and couragous sounding sorta like Melody and me, people swear we're sisters most the time because we act like it, and even look like it. Ron's got this cool goofiness about him that makes him like Chester.... Pretty pathetic, me sitting here whining to you guys about them when you don't even know them."
Ron put his arm around me and I layed my head on his shoulder as Hermione just stared at me. I wondered why the hell she was staring, then I suddenly thought maybe she had a little 'school crush' on Ron or something. 'Tough! She didnt do nothin about it, he's mine, dont feel guilty.' I was thinking to myself. "I don't know how your about to stay here without them. I don't know what I would do without Harry and Ron." she said and I mentally slapped myself for being overly protective, thinking that his best friend would have a crush on him. 'One of my million flaws,' I thought to myself.
"Yeah, the same goes for me. I would be very... well anti-social without Ron and Hermione. You're pretty strong, Angel, even if you don't think it." Harry had said. I just shrugged. Me? Strong? Nah, he had to be mistaken. I was the complete opposite of strong.
Ron nodded and put his arm around my waist, "Yeah, they kind of summed it up for me. Without Harry and Hermione I'd be pretty... let's just say I'd be less confident or something like that. You guys know what I mean. We're not trying to make you feel bad or nothing, Angel. Just you know, you can talk to us about anything."
"Yeah, I know. I bet my friends are dealing though. They're probably out shopping or something... at least Melody and Amy are. They, well, we, usually did that when we got upset." I sighed and a tear fell out of my eye and onto Ron's shoulder. He looked down at me feeling the tear and gave me an encouraging smile. "Yeah, so enough about me. There's not that much to me except Quidditch and my friends." I said and sighed.
"Well, um... theres not much to do around here," Ron said and rubbed my waist gently to make me feel better I guessed.
"You two look really cute together. About time Ron found someone." Hermione said smiling at us.
I kissed him on the cheek; I could tell he was getting more and more comfortable around me with every minute. I put my arm around him and then looked at Hermione again, "so, Hermione, any guys at Hogwarts you like?"
"What? Um... well one of the guys I know at school I like a bit more than what he thinks I do. I know he would never fall for a girl like me though."
"Aw, come on Hermione. Your a good-looking girl. You could probably get any guy at Hogwarts you wanted. I'm telling you now since I've named you my girl to give and receive advice from, to let him know how you feel about him."
Hermione smiled at me, "Thanks Angel, We'll see what happens though," I nodded, but Harry stared at her.
"Who is it? This guy?"
"I-- you-- I can't tell harry! I'm not like you and Angel, to just spill my feelings and tell you who I've had a crush on for the longest time!"
"Hold up. Like me? What's that supposed to mean? You barely know me Hermione; don't start making assumptions about me until you get to know the evil, violent, bitchy side of me."
"I didn't mean it like that. I mean you and Ron hit it off great. You told him you liked him, and look, you guys are all over each other."
"Hermione I -"
"No, save it. I'm going downstairs." and with that she got up and walked out. When she walked out she shot me a glare and slammed the door.
"Whew, if looks could kill..." I sighed and looked from Harry to Ron.
Ron held me kind of close, not that I'm complaining, "Nothing, Hermione, has mood swings. She usually takes them out on me but you might be her new target." I sighed and closed my eyes, "oh, well. Seriously though, she can't say something like that to me when she met me like at 9 this morning and its what now? 7:30pm? ((A/n:: I'm aware that the time is off.)" I gasped, "you guys, Dumbledore should be here."
"Oh yeah, well," Harry stood up, "lets go downstairs, then."
Ron and I stood up, holding hands and walked downstairs into the kitchen. Two twin boys with red hair looked up as we entered, "Ah, dear brother of ours, you bring," one of them said and the other finished his sentence for him, "the fair maiden, Angel, downstairs." Ron sighed and ran a hand, the one he wasn't holding mine with, and threw his hair back, "stop being stupid. Angel, these are my brothers, Fred and George." I smiled at them and they both smiled back, both with mischevious grins.
"Well... hey, you two, then," I said not really sure what to say and looked from one to the other, "I know that look! No pranks, you two. I know people who specialize that look, nothing good comes from it."
"Ah, anything for the dear American," George said grinning and I raised a brow at him. "We heard you asked her out, Ronnikins. Is it true? You asked out Sirius's daughter?" Fred asked a little seriously.
"Well... we kinda asked each other out. Big mouth, Ginny, tell you?" He eyes her and Hermione who stay talking quietly at the far end of the table.I glared at them, as well, and Harry sat beside George.
"Ron, you better not hurt Angel at all. I think Sirius would kill you if you hurt her in anyway." Fred said.
"Yeah, thanks for the warning. Go ahead and tell Sirius, then. I don't think he'll mind."
"You and Angel together?" Sirius said from behind us. "How come you didn't bother to tell me, Angel? Ron?"
"Daddy, come on, now. Ron's really nice. I wasn't sure how you'd take it if I told you. That's all. I was going to tell you as soon as I found a way to find out how you'd take it."
He sighed and put a hand on my shoulder, "Well, if your anything like me at 16, you'd do it if I told you not to."
I smiled at him and hugged him, then turned to Ron who was also smiling.... I was expecting him to be "scared" at first but guess not.
"Touching," said a cold, drawing voice from the fireplace.
Everyone turned to look at who was there. "Man I thought we had enough of him sinse last year..." "Yeah I know," Fred and George said, whispering to each other.
"What are you doing here?" Dad asked Snape, when he walked into the light.
"Dumbledore told me to come and check up on Angelina," he said and looked at me, then back at my dad and smirked.
"Why? I'm perfectly capable of taking care of her."
"Oh? No one said you weren't capable of doing it, Black. Are you perhaps, neglecting her, already?" he narrowed his eyes at my dad, who glared at him, fists shaking. "It appears you are," Snape said and looked down at his fists shaking.
Before anyone could blink my dad has rammed Snape into the wall and hit him against it about four times, "Don't you ever say that again! I'm giving her space to get to know everyone and not just me! You slimy git!" He slammed him against the wall again.
Snape winced in pain each time he hit the wall, "Get your hands off of me now, Black." He glared at my dad, who had no sign of letting go of him. I stepped up to them and put a hand on my dad's arm.
"Let him down, Dad. He has no one. That's why he's so set on trying to provoke you. Trust me, I know people exactly like him."
He looked at me and then back at Snape, he let go of him and turned to me, "What you must think of me now, I can only imagine."
I smiled at him, "I don't think any thing less about you. He was taunting you on a sensitive subject."
Snape glared at me for a minute and then I turned to him, "What the hell do you think you were doing? You have no right to say something like that! And to think I said you actually weren't so bad. Yeah, right."
He narrowed his eyes at me and I glared at him. I momentarily became aware of everyone staring at me but I shook it off. "You can't talk to me like that, Black. You have no idea who your talking to."
"No I'm pretty sure I can talk to you like that, Snape. Seeing as how we're not in school, and I haven't even been sorted yet, you can't do anything. No points off and no detintions. And I am aware of who I am talking to; and I depise that person with every inch of my heart!" I had a sense to say with every inch of my black little heart, in Amy's words exactly. I decided against it though, since they didn't need to know that side of me.... Behind me everyone was staring at the back of my head in surprise. I don't think they expected me to go off on someone like Snape.
"Everything alright here, Severus? Sirius? And I believe, Angelina?" said a voice from behind us, 'Damn... for once I wish people wouldn't do this,' I thought to myself, and I turned around to see a elderly looking wizard, with a long beard and half-moon glasses, his blue eyes behind them which seemed to be twinkling. He was carrying a tattered looking hat. Standing beside him, was Remus, who was staring at me shocked, his gaze then went to Sirius and he shook his head at him.
"Yes, headmaster, just a... despute." Snape said and I whipped around and was about to say something, but my dad placed a hand on my shoulder, and I turned back around looking at this man.... I assumed it was Dumbledore since that git, Snape, called him Headmaster.
"Oh yes, forgive me, Angelina. I am Proffesor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He said and I thought to myself, 'No, really? Why else would Snape call you Headmaster if you weren't the headmaster of my new school? Duh....' So I wouldn't say it though; I bit the inside of my cheek.
I just nodded though, so he wouldn't get the wrong impression of me... that could wait until semester started, "Um... sir, I go by Angel."
"I brought the sorting hat, Angel," he said and I raised a brow at him, his blue eyes twinkling. 'That twinkling thing is annoying...' I thought to myself and bit my cheek again so I wouldn't say anything. "Would you like to get sorted now or after dinner?"
"I'd rather be now."
"Very well," he pulled out a chair at the table and Mrs. Weasley came in, smiling at him and nodded to him. He nodded back. "Angel, if you would please have a seat."
I sighed and was making my way to the chair when I stopped and looked at Hermione on the far end of the table, "Hermione, I'm sorry." she smiled and nodded. I took a deep breath and sat down on the chair.
"Ah! A Black, haven't seen one of these in a while." I jumped when I heard the voice in my head. "You're very intelligent, and loyal. Good of you to keep me waiting when you apologized to Ms. Granger, yes that was noble. Good with confrontations, I see. Very Slytherin style," my eyes grew wide when the hat said this and I was thinking 'No please, not slytherin. Anything but slytherin.' "Not Slytherin you say? Hm... very well, not Slytherin. However you would do marvellous there. Let's see... Ravenclaw qualities, Gryffindor qualities as well... hm... difficult you are, just like you father was. You should know he didn't want Slytherin either. Well now if you don't want Slytherin, how about, "GRYFFINDOR!"
I smiled and took it off, Fred and George were talking about the fight between my dad and Snape. Ron hugged me, and I hugged him back smiling, "I'm really glad you got Gryffindor." he whispered in my ear, and I whispered into his robes, "me too." ((A/n:: robes since the're hugging.)) Mrs. Weasley raised an eyebrow at us, but we chose to ignore it.
"Well done, Angel," my dad said to me and I smiled, "Thanks."
"Yes! We got a chaser!" Harry was saying to himself and I laughed.
"Why thank you, Harry!" I said and he grinned at me.
Snape apparently had disapperated because no one had seen him since the "dispute", the one he started....
Mrs. Weasley had told us to sit down at the table and she would prepare us dinner. Me and Ron sat next to eachother with my dad on my other side. Harry and Hermione across from us. Ron and I had been unseparatible the rest of the night. After we had finished dinner we sat on the couch in the 'living room' and just talked. I ended up in his arms. We stayed like that talking until 3 in the morning. We finally decided to go up to bed. He walked me to my bedroom door and we had a pretty good make out session in the hall before I kissed him on the cheek, and give a him a small hug and went to bed.
"G'nite Angel..." he said after I had already shut the door and then he made his way down to his and Harry's room.
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A/N:: And that's it for chapter 3. What did you guys think? I didn't want to spill that she was a "cutter" until somewere around chapter 3 but whatever. I had to do something from Ron's point of view or else Jessica was going to kill me! -hold up cross to keep her away- I did Jess! I did I did I did!!! Anyways... hope you liked your chapter, also odessaspacey1, don't kill me for doing that to Snape! You have no clue how hard it was to write! Anywayz, I shall be going to type Chapter 4 now... want a preview? Well, here ya go.
The door bell rang a few minutes later and my dad smiled, and gave a greatful sigh, "Without my blasted Mother's portrait its so quiet."
"That's a good thing, Padfoot." Remus said
"Damn straight, Moony."
"Ok... um... Padfoot? Moony?" I asked and they explained about the Marauders.
And that's it, anymore and I'll be giving away Chp. 4. Well I'm out. Read and Review people! I luv my reviewers! -tosses them cookies-
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