A/N: Ahhh! You guys spoil me! Lol, no jk, please don't stop reviewing. I love them. I know I said I wouldn't have the next chapter up until after I got back, but I just got so into it, that I just had to post it up early. It's fresh out of the oven, so please be careful. It's hot! Lol, my sad attempt at humor. Ok, so you know the spiel. Please review. I love 'em. See you all in a week!

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Oliver walked just a little ahead, trying not to overhear them, and feeling like a third wheel. Fred had continued to fuss over Angelina, (ignoring her repeated outbursts of frustration at being mollycoddled), and Oliver was two seconds away from grabbing hold of her hand and apparating her off into the sunset.

Fred alternated between holding Angelina and trying to cheer her up. Oliver smiled slightly as he remembered why exactly the twins were considered some of Hogwart's best pranksters. Fred's antics might have worked had he not recently fallen from Angelina's good graces. And Oliver, though slightly amused at Fred's attempts, secretly wished he would disappear. Oliver had always been protective of Angelina and he wasn't sure if Fred was adding to Angelina's stress, or relieving it.

Maybe you're just jealous. One voice said in a little corner of his mind.

He ignored it. Of course he wasn't jealous. He just didn't like them walking so close together. Didn't think that Fred really needed to grab hold of her hand every time he had something to say to her. And then there were those couple of minutes where they had disappeared at the hospital, Fred claiming that "they needed to talk".

Oliver had stayed in the waiting room looking lost and forgotten. But he had stayed. He cared about Angelina and what happened to her parents. Plus, she had turned appealing eyes to his and asked if he'd still go to her house to find the letter. He couldn't have refused. And he was reward with one of her dazzling smiles.

Now here he was, walking down the stairs ahead of the two, all three having just apparated into her bedroom.

"Are you sure you want to go looking for the letter, Angie?"

Oliver heard an exasperated sigh and waited for Angelina to start rebuking Fred for his over protectiveness. Instead she simply answered.

"Yes, Fred, I have to. I should've taken it with me from the beginning."

They had reached the living room now and Oliver was about to go through the door that led to the kitchen when he realized his party had stopped.

He looked over to see Fred holding her face gently. "Well, let me and Oliver go in first and make sure everything is ok."

She rolled her eyes and removed his hands from her face.

"Now what makes you think I can't handle whatever might be in the kitchen, but you two can?" she asked, hands on her hips.

He smiled a charmingly crooked smile and looked over at Oliver standing by the door. "Because, Angie," he began, "We're—"

"Frederick Author Weasley, I swear to Merlin if you say, 'because we're men', I'll curse you just to prove I can."

She looked over at Oliver to let him know he would be suffering a similar fate if he agreed with Fred.

Oliver took his wand and vanished his lips. He held up both hands in surrender and tried to say, 'I'm not saying anything', but, realizing its futility, ended up looking very confused.

That caused Angelina to laugh out loud and her eyes lit up like they had that morning at breakfast.

Oliver smiled to himself. He didn't need to talk ever again in his life, he thought, if it'd make her look at him like that.

"Oy, mate, how are you gonna reverse the charm, then?" Fred said at last, a devilish grin coming over his face.

Oliver glared at him.

Angelina rolled her eyes.

She muttered the countercharm and without missing a beat vanished Fred's mouth as well.

Fred looked angry at first but then started laughing, silently of course, and took to making over-exaggerated gestures.

Angelina laughed at him and slipped passed both men into the kitchen.

Oliver grinned at Fred and followed her.

The first thing Oliver noticed about the kitchen, was that it looked completely normal. Everything was neat and clean and a calm breeze could be felt as it fluttered the curtains by the window.

He watched as Angelina went around the kitchen checking various things. Eventually she came back to stand by the guys.

"Well," she said a little weary, "Everything looks ok."

She looked at the counter for a second with a perplexed expression. Oliver looked over too and saw nothing but a basket of fruits resting on its gleaming surface. Eventually she shrugged and went back to looking around.

Fred, uncharacteristically silent, came forward and pulled at her arm, gesturing wildly. When she raised both eyebrows in confusion, he drew a square with his fingers and pretended to write in mid-air. Angelina nodded.

"It was right here. I think I must have dropped it on the counter, but I don't see it now."

"Maybe its on the floor? Or in the living room somewhere," Oliver offered, glad that he, at least, had use of his mouth.

Fred gave a growl and looked at Oliver as if to say 'I was going to suggest that'.

Angelina bent down and, using her wand, searched in the darkest corners of the kitchen and everywhere in between.

She came back to the guys, who were also searching various drawers and cupboards, and frowned.

"I swear it was right here. I don't know where it is now."

Oliver didn't like the idea of the letter going missing. Could someone have been in the house after she had left?

He was still pondering the possibilities when he heard Angelina laughing again. He looked over to see Fred flapping his arms wildly, almost falling over in his attempt to communicate.

"Oh, this is useless," she replied between giggles and removed the charm.

"About bloody time," he said with mock frustration. "As I was saying, what kind of owl was it? What'd it look like?"

She thought for a second and walked over to the glass doors that led to her back yard. "Well, it was a screech owl. Gray I think. And it had the worst temperament."

No one knew what to make of that so they stood there thinking for a while longer.

"Anything looked suspicious on the letter?" Oliver asked at last.

"No, it was on a plain scroll and only had my name on the front."

She thought a second. "Wait, no, it also had the town name."

This information didn't help much either, for it was common for owl post to not have a specific address but just a name and a reference point.

After another couple of minutes of throwing around ideas, they decided to give up on finding the letter or solving the mystery—for now.

Angelina stretched, and started rubbing her sore shoulders.

Immediately Fred went over to give her a massage and she smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks for coming with me guys," she said when Fred had at last released her.

"I could have never done it without you two, strong, protective wizards," she said with sarcasm. But her eyes displayed true gratitude.

Oliver smiled at her and Fred muttered a "no problem".

Looking around the kitchen and then back at the boys, Angelina shrugged and said, nonchalantly, "Well, I'm going to take a shower and then—," she looked around again, "I don't know."

"Well, Ange, I think I'm going to stay a while and—look around to make sure that the letter didn't wind up somewhere else," Fred said, not convincing anyone. "You just go ahead, I'll see what I can find."

"How gallant of you Fred," she said with mock delicacy. "But I couldn't ask that of you."

"Oh no, my fair lady. I insist. It is what I must do. Surely you don't intend to stay here by yourself."

"Well, if you insist," she replied giving in.

She turned to Oliver next.

Not knowing what excuse he could use, he just shrugged and said, "I'll help."

She smiled and turned her back on both of them, making her way slowly to the door that led to the living room.

"Well boys," she said looking back and fluttering her lashes, " Don't work yourself too hard over a little lady like me. I'll be back soon."

She sashayed out of the kitchen and once through the door both men could hear her laughing out loud to herself.

Oliver took a second to get over her exit performance and looked up to see Fred giving him a funny look. It wasn't exactly a glare, but it wasn't friendly either.

"I got the rooms upstairs."

Oliver shrugged. "I'll look outside."

They split up and headed in their designated directions. They each realized that, like those many years ago, they were two men caught in a struggle for a heart so angelic, neither knew who would come out the victor. Oliver just hoped that it would be him this second time around.

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Angelina relished in the feel of the spray of the water as it hit her body. She was exhausted. These past two days seemed to have gone on forever. She had spent most of the day in the hospital again today and was glad to hear that her father, though not out of danger, was now resuscitated and in a deep sleep. Her mother had decided to stay at the hospital with him, tending her broken leg and bruises. The day was an overall success. Angelina had even gotten to send the owl to her brother, who was on a research project in Algeria.

And she had gotten all of that done because of the support from her friends. Her guys.

Her guys. The guys she had known for so long and had loved for almost as long. Fred, who could always make her laugh. And Oliver, her trainer and mentor. Each were so different, yet she needed both of them.

But of course, she was still mad at Fred. She wasn't one to be tossed aside so easily and just accept it. Fred would have a lot of making up to do.

And he had promised to, she remembered. Their talk had been quick and, surprisingly, calm. Fred did most of the talking and assured her that he had made the biggest mistake of his life and that he had never really forgotten her.

"I'm sure he had when he was in bed with—with…" What was the name he called her again?

Angelina didn't care and she turned off the faucet a little harder than she intended. The water stopped instantly and she stepped out of the tub into the thick, warm fog that filled the bathroom.

He had also promised, she remembered, to make up for every second that he hadn't been with her. She had been excited by that statement, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if she wanted to go back into the stress that usually came with the relationship.

"Humph. Maybe I'll go single for a while," she said to herself as she peered out into the hallway to be sure that no one was there.

Her towel-wrapped self waddled down the hall to her room and she disappeared behind the door.

Five minutes later, as she exited her room, she caught the sound of two people arguing. At first she started to roll her eyes at the fact that Oliver and Fred couldn't spend twenty minutes alone without fighting, but then she stopped. The two voices sounded very much alike. Almost identical. And without a second thought, she ran down the stairs to see two identical sets of red faces glaring at each other.

"George!"

The twins turned shocked faces to her. They didn't say anything at first, just stared, and she wondered if she had forgotten her pants or something. She looked down really quick and saw that nothing was out of order. Her muggle white shorts and blue top seemed ordinary enough.

"Angelina," a voice said seemingly from nowhere. She looked behind the twins to see Oliver standing by the couch.

"Dumbledore wants to speak to you."

Fred looked sharply at Oliver. He apparently didn't expect Oliver to speak up.

"Look Fred, we have to tell her."

Angelina looked at George again.

"Why does Dumbledore want me?"

Both brothers went to answer her question at the same time and all she got were jumbles of words. Something about an order and too risky.

Before she could get them to slow down, and maybe speak separately, Oliver came forward and looked right into her eyes.

"They know who sent the letter."

Angelina took a second to let that sink in before she gave her stern reply.

"Take me to him."

George moved forward and produced what looked like an old muggle remote control for a television. She knew of them because her uncle on her dad's side was a muggle and she had watched a lot of television at his house.

"This portkey will take you to headquarters," he said seriously.

There weren't many times when she saw both twins looking so serious. She allowed her stomach to do a quick quiver and a shadow of a doubt passed in her mind before she grabbed a hold of the remote.

The effect was almost instantaneous, but before she was whisked away in a whirl of color and sound, she looked up to see three pairs of eyes staring back at her with solemn gazes. At the last second Oliver stepped forward, hand outstretched, but his form disappeared in her world of color as she sped forward to the unknown destination.

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Preview for Chapter 6:

The room was dark and the shadowy form in the corner refused to face her. Angelina was tired of these games. She didn't like this place and she felt very alone with neither Oliver nor Fred there with her.

"Who are you? Tell me why you sent me the warning!" She demanded at last.

The figure rose from where it had been crouched. Within a second it had turned around and a vibrant pair of emerald green eyes turned to face her.

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A/N: I put in a preview for ch. 6 because I felt that it was about time I revealed the identity of the writer of the anonymous letter. But I didn't want to include it in this chapter. Hopefully everyone can figure it out. Tell me what you think:)