Chapter seven

Angela and the camera man had been walking through the woods for a while when they heard screams and shouts ahead,

"Whoa…Watch out…yikes that was not funny…what have you don't to my broom…kill you Fred…it was George…I'll kill the both you, come here…"

They walked into the clearing and found their was nobody there, the ground was bare

"Oh Merlin…that is it…"

Angela looked up and screamed, the camera man brought his camera up to film the children as they sped through the air on what appeared to be broomsticks, unfortunately at Angela's scream they all came to a halt…almost all one red blur kept on going muttering about bad brakes,

"What in Merlin's name are you doing here?" yelled Ron

"What the hell are you doing up there?" called Angela, "come down here this instant"

"Why should ve vant to do thiz?" asked the silver haired Fleur lazily

Angela was wondering what the hell she had let herself in for this must be a stunt of some sort there must be a reasonable explanation for it

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"Fleur can you do memory charms?" asked George

"Yes of course" replied the part veela

"Then get down there and do the job on her and the cambo man" said Fred

"Its camera" said Hermione and Harry at the same time

"Whatever" said Ron

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On the ground Angela was starting to feel a little worried about what the children were talking about, suddenly the silver haired girl flew down and stood in front of them, she place a finger on each of their foreheads, Angela suddenly found herself standing in front of the sink, she couldn't remember what she was doing before, she shrugged and walked over to the manual

'Cook lunch, Arthur should be home soon'

how on earth was she supposed to cook lunch, she couldn't even cook a boiled egg, where was a microwave when you needed one, she walked over to the bookshelf, 'witch weekly's cookery guide', 'love Lockhart's cookery', She gingerly picked up one of them and opened it to the preface

"I hope that all you witches are ready to whip up these meals wands are imperative for all recipes, squibs are advised to buy the magically disabled person's guide to fantastic cooking…"

at least she supposed that's what she thought it said, she might have reads it wrong the type was very curly and there were many blotches on the paper, she closed the book and returned it to the shelf, after a fairly long hunt she found a place that looked like a Victorian pantry, from here she found an old ham, some bread and a few apples, she placed these on the table with a jug of water. After another lengthily search she found the knives and forks and laid the table for ten. She shied from the idea of looking for the plates and reused the breakfast ones.

Somewhere in the house a grandfather clock struck one and all of the children poured into the kitchen,

"Merlin" exclaimed Ron, "What a fine spread!"

"Little bro I have to agree that…" started one of the twins

"The spread is most spectacular" completed the other

"We have not feasted so well…"

"Since…"

"Since when Mr and Mrs Weasly were both at a meeting and Ginny was in a bad mood with you!" said Harry, "I think that was before I arrived this summer…"

"Ah! Angela" exclaimed Arthur from the door, "it looks as though you have put a lot of effort into cooking this food but, you have forgotten…"

"Butter…" said Fred

"And veggies" said George

"And Pumpkin juice" said Bill

"And salad" said Fleur

"And cheese" said Charlie

"And chocolate frogs" said Ron causing everyone to stare

"But that doesn't matter does it" said Mr Weasly with a smile, he sat down and helped himself to an apple a slice of bread and then started to carve the ham giving each person two slices, they sat down to their places,

"So, um, where do you go to school?" Angela made a stab at conversation

"A full time school in Scotland?" replied Harry

"Do you like it there?" she ventured another question

"It's really a very good school" said Ginny who was sitting next to Harry

"Ah moi" said Fleur, "zis plate iz not clean!"

The table fell into silence

"How did you meeting go? Dad" asked Fred

"Badly" said Mr Weasly bluntly, "Snape is coming over tomorrow"

"What for?" asked Ron apparently appalled

"He is going to be giving Harry lessons…" replied Mr Weasly, "Though no one seems to know why in Merlin's name this might be necessary…"

"You mean Dumbledore has told you all?" asked Harry incredulous

"About what?" asked Mr Weasly impatiently

"Not in front of a muggle" said Harry

"Why couldn't you talk about something like this when I am here?" asked Angela

"Because there is a man who wants to know what I know" said Harry, "he has eyes everywhere, if he knows that you know what I know then he will kidnap you and get the information from you…is that a good enough excuse" his voice was deadly quiet

Angela was shocked to say the least, her life was in danger, by the sounds of things she was in the household of people who were sheltering someone who was wanted by the mafia.

"Harry don't frighten the poor woman" said Ron, "She doesn't know, she might think…" he started to whisper to Harry.

"Sorry Angela, I didn't mean to scare you…I lost someone close to me before the end of the summer term"

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AN- Hello everyone…realised I hadn't set this thought six year summer is a good time, Harry seemed to be used to hiding his emotions slightly that's why most of the people haven't noticed…I was wondering how bad a summer this summer should be…DE attacks or not????

Pls review this most unworthy person