Hey there everybody! I'm back with a quick lil update! So here's the second part I never had a chance to get to! I'm pleased with it, and I hope you'll be too.

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The N.E.W.T.s came and went rather breezily, and once over, there was little any of the faculty could do to control the seventh years those last few weeks of term. And even though Angelina wanted to join in with the festivities, she just couldn't seem to shake that ominous feeling that had resurfaced after the final quidditch game.

Her friends all knew now, but their understanding had quickly turned to pity. And a proud thing like Angelina could never take being pitied. Her realienation from her peers had oddly deepened a connection to the only other person she knew whose eyes held the same heavy mourning hers did; bright green eyes beneath glasses and a messy black
fringe.

She never asked why he was that way, nor did he impart so much as a word to his former teammate. But glances spoke volumes, and knitted brows summoned strength when it seemed none was to be found. They don't know how it feels…and this is a
struggle we must deal with alone. Handle your burden.

So she did. She waded through the days equally fearful of the morrow and thankful for an uneventful present. Finally the night of graduation rolled around, bringing with it the end of year feast and the newly reinstated Dumbledore's parting speech.

"So now you all know and cannot help but believe the words I spoke one year ago today. For those who doubted, you must now face the truth; Lord Voldemort is back and proves just as dangerous as before. As we embark on this new and turbulent path, we cannot forget the lessons of the past as we go. Remember Cedric, and take with you the realization that we are all drawn to the battles ahead, no matter who we are. More importantly, never forget it is our choices that will form our futures. No one can tell where each of us will wind up by the end; but know that there is always a choice. I wish you all safe travels to your homes, and hope you remain safe until the joyous day of your return. Dig in!"

Angelina hardly felt like eating anymore as her eyes shot daggers at the man who'd so boldly stated that there was always a choice in life. She didn't choose to be born to Alcmene and Edwaard Johnson. All she ever wanted was to play quidditch, even maybe have a family at some point. So lost she became in her mutinous thoughts, she hadn't noticed the students rising to leave as the rest of the graduates loitered in the Hall and waited for the special celebration to begin.

As countless black robes shuffled around her, Angelina watched the hall empty into the same faces she remembered seeing for the first time as timid children seven long years ago. She lazily scanned the room, flinching when she saw a pair of dissonant red coifs among the common blondes and brunettes.

She nearly bowled over some of the lingering younger students as she raced over to embrace both Fred and George. "What in Merlin's beard are you two doing here? You know you don't go to school here anymore, right?"

"Aye, Angie, but Dumbledore's really lost his marbles and allowed us to graduate, N.E.W.T.s or not!" George said, laughing.

"Not that it really matters, mind you," Fred quickly added, "but we thought the gesture was nice and decided to accept his offer."

Angelina and Fred exchanged shy glances, each unsure of where they stood since their little encounter in the locker rooms. Lee, Alicia, and Katie soon found the three, giving Katie a chance to say goodbye to everyone before scampering off to finish packing her trunk. Everyone was quick to notice how ardently Lee watched the blonde leave.

"Whatever will that girl do without us next year?"

"Dunno, Lee," Alicia stated, "but I do think she might miss one of us more than the rest."

"You think?"

Everyone nodded their agreement and prodded Lee on. "One way to find out, right?"

Lee flashed a toothy smile and bolted after her as the others catcalled and cheered him on. The entire school erupted in applause when Lee suddenly dipped Katie and kissed her in a flamboyant, Hollywood sort of way. Angelina was mid-holler when she felt someone tapping on her shoulder.

Turning around, she faced one of the last people she would have expected. Her abhorred expression caused Montague to fumble back half a step. "So you're still mad then?"

Angelina's eyes lit up with a tangible fury as she refused to respond to his obvious question. "I guess I deserve this, but listen…"

Angelina's fists clenched tightly as she resisted dark urges to pounce on him then and there. He voice was low and malevolent, hoping to avoid attracting anyone's attention. "If you think I want to even look at you again, you're sorely mistaken. You fooled me for months, and now that I've got you figured out you had better be thanking your lucky stars that I'm not going to strike you dead where you stand!"

Fred looked over to Angelina to make a joke about Lee and Katie, but found her practically hissing at Montague behind her. He turned, raising his chin protectively. "Oi, Angel," he positioned himself a bit between her and David, "is he bothering you?"

Before she could respond, David spat back, "Look 'Hero', that's cute and all, but maybe you'd be more believable if you hadn't turned tail and fled halfway through the year!"

Angelina pulled Fred back by his robes before shoving Montague herself. "How dare you speak to him that way! When you…you were the biggest coward of them all…taking orders from Malfoy!"

As if on cue, the rat-faced and lanky Slytherin appeared by David's side. "I was wondering if you knew or not. Never trust a job like this to someone like him."

Draco took a step away from David, disgusted. "You figured it out that rainy day he followed you into the lockers, didn't you? I could see it in the way you walked away. It was only a matter of time for a witty little thing like yourself."

Angelina felt an embarrassing sort of indignation that he'd called her 'little' again. Why did that bother her so much? And how many of the encounters besides that one had he seen for himself? "You sent him to spy on me. To report on me. To fool me and keep me half-crazy until…until it was time."

By now, everyone, including the teachers, was watching the scene unfold. But only within those three (because even Angelina's friends didn't know how David and Malfoy fit into the picture) did the oddly disjointed thoughts make perfect sense.

"Well, whether or not it was cleverness on his part…though I seriously doubt it…the head games were his own brilliant addition. But it doesn't matter anymore. Your days are numbered. Though I must ask one thing, since I only had a few instances to watch two you myself: did you actually fall in love with him? I mean, I'm sure you two probably fu-"

His words were cut short as David lifted Malfoy up by the collar of his robes and wound back to punch him. A burst of blue light hit David's arm and caused him to drop the 5th year before he got the hit most everyone believed he truly deserved.

Professor Flitwick, wand out, approached with Snape and McGonagall by his side. "Mister Montague, you had better be thankful you are graduating tonight," cried Professor McGonagall shrilly, "or there would be no end to the punishment I would inflict on you for nearly harming a younger student!"

Professor Snape's contrastingly calm voice echoed in as well. "And as for you, Mister Malfoy, you had better return to your common room before I grow even more displeased with you."

Draco stood and immediately retreated, his ego and throat amply hurt. Professor Flitwick, not wanting to be left out, chorused in with as stern a tone as his tiny voice could manage. "I don't know what's going on here, students, but you had better settle it now!"

Montague opened his mouth, but Angelina beat him to it. "You want to know what's going on? I'll show you!"

She pulled up the sleeve of her left arm and used her right hand to grasp David's wrist. "I didn't figure it out for the longest time. But everything makes sense! The Adegi Herctum…I can always be found by the Dark Lord and his loyal followers."

"Because of this," she motioned with her forearm bearing the shadowed Mark and staring deeply and defiantly into David's eyes, "they'll 'always know when I'm around.' They can feel it."

She pressed her arm onto his and watched expectantly as David's jaw set as he tried to mask the burning sensation. As she released his arm, her arm bore the black skull and snake. Many gasped and murmured among themselves. Angelina ignored them and only smirked as she flipped Montague's arm over. "Tell me, David, when did you take the Dark Mark?"

There were several screams and stunned gasps, and an auburn-haired Ravenclaw girl fainted. Those farthest away crowded closer to see, but maintained a decent perimeter from the outed Death Eater. He whipped out his wand and held it under Angelina's throat. Her expression remained fierce and unshaken. "This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Angelina."

He swung around and held her tightly to him, wand under her throat, as a hostage. The faculty halted their advances and allowed him to back up out of the hall. "I wanted to tell you for myself," he growled softly, "but you always make things harder than they should be."

"You know what? For a manipulator, you seem quite put-out by all of this! Don't you think I deserve to be the upset one?"

"No! Because you once again fail to get the whole truth. They weren't all lies, Angie. I never lied about the way I felt."

They exited out onto the grounds, followed at a distance by most of the students and all of the staff. "Actually, Montie, you never said how you felt."

"I'd kill for you, Angelina."

"Right…not really so easy to tell right now, is it? By the way, you're choking me a bit."

He adjusted his grip across her throat slightly. "I'll tell you this and pray you remember: I love you. I only agreed to help Malfoy before I knew you. But now I know I'd do anything for you. Anything. You'll understand someday. Things aren't as simple as good and evil…"

She rolled her eyes angrily. "You've said that before!"

"And I meant it! And if you take the time to stop jumping to conclusions and just think about it, it will make sense!"

They reached the edge of the school grounds. He removed the wand from her neck and pointed out into the crowd threateningly before taking a few more steps back and Disapperating with a loud crack.

Angelina stumbled forward and soon found herself in the arms of an overly fussy Fred. She batted away his hands and interrogations with a frown. "Calm down! I'm fine. I swear, sometimes you're as bad as your mum…"

She was soon crowded by several of the professors. After answering numerous questions about either her current state or her ties to Montague, Dumbledore ushered the throngs back into the Hall to continue the festivities.

Of course, the main talk of the night was David's association with the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort, and Angelina began to grow weary of Fred's protective gaze. As the graduates returned to their common rooms for the last time, Angelina pulled Fred off to the side next to a large tapestry of the Four Founders. "Are you okay, Freddie?"

His ears reddened as he grinned a bit sheepishly. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"You already did several times. Look, I don't know what to tell you about Montague. It was weird; even I don't completely get it. But there is something I do know, and that's how much I really did miss you these last few months. It's been damn unbearable, and if you ask anyone else they'll agree that I was too."

Fred's smile widened genuinely. "I'm sorry for leaving you, especially at a time like this in your life. But I'm here now, if you'll still have me."

"Fred, I don't know what the future has for me, but I know that my days will be empty and meaningless without you. Someone once told me that you're nothing without someone to love. Well, I love you. Never stopped."

Fred put his arm around her. "Aw, Angel. You've gone all soft on me," he play winced as she hit him, "that's more like it. I love you too, Angel. I'll never stop. No matter what. And even if I have to take the Dark Lord down with my bare hands, I will to keep you here with me."

He kissed her on the forehead as they both resumed their trek to Gryffindor Tower. They packed, said their last goodbyes to the castle that had been their second home for years, and slept in their beds for the final time.

Chatting amiably amongst the six of them as they'd always done, the train ride home was blissfully short. They soon found themselves back at King's Cross station, unloaded and returning back into the arms of their families.

"There's mum and dad over there, Angie. So what are you going to do now?"

"Well, I figured on staying at the Leaky Cauldron for the two weeks before I'm supposed to report to Montrose for summer training."

"Nah! Why don't you come and stay with me? You can meet my parents…with Percy the Git gone, you can even have your own room. Or I can just kick George out and he can stay in there…"

Angelina giggled as Fred gave a throaty growl and wrapped his arms around her. "But I've already met your parents!"

"So? You haven't met them as my Official Girlfriend! Besides, the house is so empty now. George and I will be moving out by end of summer too. And I don't want to think of that wrinkled old hunchback Tom staring at my girl's bum for two weeks."

The matter seemed settled as Molly rushed over with George, Ron, and Ginny, who'd apparently filled her in onto everything that had happened. "Angelina, dear! You'll be staying with us, of course? No sense in returning to that awful home! Come now, Arthur's got himself a muggle automobile as an apology from the Ministry about the whole 'Dark Lord' thing…"

Angelina was happy to be shuffled into the manic, ginger-haired family. For once, she was actually looking forward to the future. A couple of carefree weeks with Fred and his family, and then off to go pursue the one thing she'd dreamt about so singularly since the moment she first beheld a broomstick. For however long it would last, Angelina had her perfect life.