A/N: Yeah. This, for some reason, was the hardest chapter for me to write (I seriously had at least 5 rewrites). And so that's why the update took so long. So, so, sorry. And with all the things going on at school (I've had 4 concerts in 3 weeks) it's just hard to sit down and write—especially if inspiration is lacking. But, alas, I did write it and I like it. : smiles fondly at screen: And I like you guys even more, so hope you enjoy this lil' chapter here. There'll only be one or two more chapters and then thus ends my FIRST EVER fanfic. :) Tell me what you think.

A/N2: Thanks to my reviewers for sticking with me. Forever grateful :)

A/N3: Thanks for all the help and input, Charlie.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its gloriousness belongs to Ms. Rowling. All credits go to her. (I felt like writing it again. It had been so long…)

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Fred sat at a table in a muggle café somewhere in Puddlemere. He sipped cautiously on his tea and looked out at the other customers. He felt reckless, and restless. He had half a mind to toss back the scalding liquid, but he also felt incredibly lazy and uncaring. And so he sat there brooding: angry but indifferent; frustrated but exhausted. He was prepared to spend many minutes just sitting and thinking over the visit to Oliver's, but then Katie Bell approached the table and sat down.

"They make the best bread pudding here," she said breezily, placing a small piece of the dessert in front of him.

She stared at him for a while and he realized he was supposed to respond.

"I don't like bread."

She rolled her eyes. "I remember in fifth year you and George ate a whole loaf, each, on a Hogsmeade visit."

"That's only because that fool Montague had run his mouth off about eating contests."

"Well there wasn't a contest then. And you didn't seem to mind the bread one bit," she said, turning appealing blue eyes to him.

When she saw that he wasn't making any moves of his own, she took a plastic fork and broke off a little piece of the pudding. She tried to feed him, but he kept his mouth stubbornly shut and she just kept poking his lips.

"Baby," she muttered. "C'mon Fred, don't tell me your still upset over Ange and Oliver?" She poked at his mouth some more.

Damn woman, he thought. He was not thinking about that baboon and Angelina.

"Fine. I'll try some," he said after swatting away her annoying jabs. He took the fork from her and nibbled at the pudding. It wasn't so bad actually. Not as good as his mum's, of course, but for muggles, he was impressed.

"And I'm not upset that Oliver's shagging my girlfriend. Oh no, not at all."

"Oh c'mon Fred. You don't know that. She might've just gotten there when I sent her that owl."

Fred snorted. Katie was always the innocent one. She could walk in on a couple snogging and still say that maybe someone tripped and fell onto the other's lips.

But Fred could face the facts.

"And I suppose it didn't matter that her robes were practically hanging off of her and that he was practically dressed in nothing. Oh and don't forget that BIG hickey practically eating her neck." He formed his fingers into claws to show the eating action.

Katie laughed at him. "It was pretty big." When seeing the look on Fred's face though, she sobered up. "I'm sorry, Fred."

She took the fork and broke off a piece of the pudding for herself.

"Last I heard, though, you two weren't dating."

Fred gaped at her. She hadn't even been in the country all summer. Where was she getting this?

"And, what about that blonde girl. Marcy, was it? Is she out of the picture?"

She said all this without having looked up from the bread pudding. Fred was astonished at her gossiping techniques. How did she do it?

"Yes. Marcy's long over with. Ever since Angelina came back to me," he said. But his words mocked him.

He looked down at his now cold cup of tea. How stupid he had been. To think that Angelina would come running back into his arms after he had left her and moved on—and gotten caught. But dammit, he still loved her. Didn't he?

But if you loved her, why didn't you go back for her?

He didn't know. He scowled at his thoughts. That annoying voice in his head had been popping up more and more lately. Not surprisingly, it sounded a lot like George.

Meanwhile, Katie Bell let him battle with himself for a while. When he finally looked up, he saw her studying him with her pale blue eyes.

"Well?" she asked.

He stared at her. "Well what?"

She stared at him some more.

He hated when she did that. It wasn't as if he could read her bloody mind.

She shrugged. Suddenly her eyes twinkled and she gave a bright smile. "So, you wanna be my date at my sister's wedding?" She pushed the half eaten pudding back in front of him.

Fred shrugged. "As long as that bloke isn't going to be there, then fine."

She put another little piece of pudding on the fork and pushed it towards his mouth. This time he opened up for her.

"Well, Angelina's one of the bridesmaid too. She just might take him with her."

Fred made a face and was about to respond, but the pudding went down the wrong way.

The café was filled with Katie's musical laughter as the Weasley twin sputtered and choked out his disapproval at Angelina's choices of dates.

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Angelina spent the next ten days training harder than ever for her Final tryouts. After that, she had the wedding on Sunday and she felt that it was a good consolation prize for all the training.

She had been ecstatic to find out that her friend's older sister was getting married—"to that hot Australian wizard too"—and that she would get to walk in the wedding ceremony as a bridesmaid. Katie had come to Oliver's flat bearing the good news. Fred had come too and it had been, at best, an awkward situation. It hadn't helped that Fred and Oliver had gotten into an all out fight in which Angelina had been equally mad at both of them. Katie had saved it all though when she invited Angelina out for some "girl talk" later that day and promptly left with the brooding twin in her wake.

After they had left, Oliver apologized to Angelina and, in bed, made her forget she had ever been mad at him at all.

The next ten days was filled with blood, sweat, and swear words as Oliver took Angelina through the rigorous first year training of professional Quidditch. She went to his flat daily and was in full access to a training center and on-the-hour professional advice from Oliver himself. Not to mention, the company was good.

A couple days before Tryouts, Angelina was smiling to herself as she looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror in her room. She ran a hand down the sides of the sky blue dress robes she had worn for that night's dinner. In celebration of her father's release from the hospital, she had invited Oliver over to "meet the parents". And her brother too, of course.

Oliver had been dead nervous. And with good reason, for her brother seemed to all but apprehend him for going out with his younger sister. At one time, they had disappeared outside for a while and Oliver had come back in, looking ashen faced, with her brother in tow. When she had asked him about it, he shook his head and said in a whisper, "I'd rather not talk about it." Angelina had wanted to press the issue but she knew her brother was just looking out for her. Plus, she never realized how cute Oliver looked when he was scared.

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All too soon though, Friday the 13th had come and it was Angelina's turn to be nervous. She didn't dare let it show, for her coach/boyfriend would have her hide for showing weakness.

On that all-important morning, it seemed all that could go wrong, did go wrong. She cursed the heavens and blamed the ill-fated day. She didn't even need to walk under ladders to get bad luck it seemed. Oliver told her to calm down. Her issues had nothing to do with the day. Brooms broke all the time. Ketchup just happened to fall onto Qudditch robes. And anyone could mix up the switching spell with the slicing spell. He was sure many wizards ended up slicing up their equipment bags as they went to switch logos. Angelina had wanted to change the "Griffindor Lions" logo to say "Chudley Cannons" just for good measure.

It wasn't any better when she got to tryouts and saw that three other chasers were trying out for the one spot on the reserves team. And they were all men. Angelina didn't let them faze her, however. If anything, seeing the challenge in them, she pushed that much harder during tryouts. And at the end, Oliver was there to wrap her in his arms and tell her she did wonderfully. By that point, she didn't really care anymore. She was just glad that it was over and that he was with her.

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And then, because time is inevitable, it was the day of the wedding. Angelina had told her parents she was staying at a friend's the night before to get ready for the event. Instead she spent the entire time with Oliver, basking in his boundless loving. She awoke to feel his warm body embracing hers and she lay there for many minutes, happy to be wrapped in his arms. Eventually though, she felt him move against her. Where he had been warm before, now he was warm and hard. Angelina smiled to herself, knowing that he couldn't see her because her back was facing him.

He moved in closer, pressing her naked body closer to his. She pretended to be asleep. He started caressing her stomach and hips lightly. As his fingers trailed upwards, Angelina fought to suppress giggles. He must've noticed because he started tickling her. She let out a squeal and turned around to face him.

"You vixen. I thought you were still sleeping," he said pushing away her curls to frame her face with his hands.

She kissed his nose. "Nope. But we gotta get up now, anyway. We have to get dressed."

He groaned into her hair as he laid feather light kisses along her cheek and ears. "Do we really have to?"

She sighed in contentment. "You supposing we just skip the wedding all together?"

He pretended to ponder it for a second as he played with the curls in her hair.

"Yeah, I say we skive off the wedding. Say you've got a headache. Or a stomachache. Or a sex-ache." He kissed her flush on the lips and she giggled at him, keeping her lips shut.

"The only ache I have is a hungry-ache," she said when he pulled back a little.

"Is that so?"

He ran a hand down her back and over her buttocks. He pulled her in closer to him and she gasped against his lips. His other hand came around to caress her breast and he heard her mumble something that sounded like, "breakfast can wait."

"Now we're talking," he said with a smile.

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And indeed, they were delayed enough to have to miss breakfast and go straight to the church, instead.

Oliver thought Angelina looked absolutely stunning in her dress of sea green with little Rhine stone designs. They all looked nice, but Oliver only had eyes for her. Apparently so did Fred. Oliver sneered at the Weasley twin when he saw him with Katie. George was there too, accompanied by Alicia. It was the old Group again. But it wasn't the same good feelings like before.

Later, as he walked Angelina down the aisle, Oliver felt an onslaught of foreign feelings. Although they were just preceding the true bride, Oliver felt that this wedding could have been his. The girl at his side never looked more radiant and Oliver thanked the heavens and counted his blessings for having the chance to make that walk down the aisle with her.

At that moment Angelina looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and took her hand as they came to a stop at the side of the alter. Soon after, the bride was making her famed walk down the aisle with tears in her eyes. Oliver had to admit it was beautiful. He never had much liked weddings when he was smaller and had to go to them. He realized, now, how magical they truly could be. When the final vows were spoken, he clapped along with everyone else as he heard Angelina say, "Oh, good. Now lets eat!"

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The reception was lovely and Angelina danced with Oliver a good deal of the time. There had been many picture taking and guest greeting before everyone had departed to go to the reception hall. The decorations were beautiful and Angelina had changed into dress robes of silver and blue. She felt more comfortable and had had a bit of wine with her food. She supposed she was feeling a little tipsy.

"You know, Oliver," she said, looking up at him. He wasn't much taller, but Angelina had also taken off her shoes—the better to dance. "Maybe I don't want to dance with you anymore."

Her voice held a teasing tone and Oliver spun her in a fancy dance move and dipped her.

"That's just too bad, Angel. I've got my dancing shoes on and I can go all night."

Angelina giggled as he spun her again. "I'm not wearing shoes," she said with a slight slur.

Oliver led them away from the busier parts of the dance floor and closer to the exit. A cool breeze could be felt, blowing in from the outside.

"I wish you weren't wearing a lot more."

With a quick turn, he brought them outside into the cool evening. The sun was just disappearing over the horizon and Angelina snuggled close as he placed an arm around her shoulder.

Where they were headed, neither knew, but it was good to just walk along the courtyard. Oliver realized it was the least stressed he had felt in a long time. And Angelina wondered why there weren't more breezy, beautiful evenings like this during the year. She supposed there were, but she had never had Oliver to spend them with.

They sat on a bench under a Willow tree and watched as fairy lights began to light up the yard. Oliver sat there, content while trying to ignore the part of his brain that kept reminding him that he would be leaving her soon. His Quidditch season would start before hers (he honestly believed that she would make the reserve team), reserve training for the season started much later than the professional team players. And he would be in Puddlemere while she would be in Chudley. Not exactly down the street.

But he didn't let these thoughts creep into his head like they had been doing the past couple days. He wanted to frame this day in his memory and keep it for when he did leave. There just weren't enough of these perfect evenings—not with her by his side, anyways.

He had just begun to think she had fallen asleep on his shoulder when she pointed up at the sky. Just a couple stars were peaking out.

"Make a wish," she said simply.

He chose the brightest star and did just that. He looked down at her face.

"Did you make one too?"

She smiled up at him. "I think it has already come true. So I wished for a new broom."

Oliver laughed aloud, remembering how she had broken hers the very day of her tryouts. She had ended up using one of Oliver's many spare brooms.

Oliver looked up at the stars. Perhaps his wish was coming true too, as he sat there watching the stars with her.

It was in that state of innocent bliss that an owl found the happy couple. Could the owl's thoughts be heard, it would be warning them right now. It would feel guilty for having to interrupt their peace with its bad news. Because the owl knew the letter would be bad news. His master produced plots of nothing but evil.

But the owl's thoughts couldn't be heard, and so it landed innocently onto Angelina's lap, hooting softly.

Angelina smiled down at the owl and stroked its head. Oliver was still too caught up in his thoughts and watching the stars to notice the interruption. Angelina untied the note and the owl took off in flight. She watched it disappear into the moonlit sky before looking back down at the note.

Oliver had noticed the owl flying away and now waited expectantly for Angelina to open the note. She was tempted to just tuck it away for later; she didn't want to ruin the peaceful stupor that had befallen them. Eventually though, she gave a slight shrug and began to open the note; it was best to get it over with.

Before she had even finished unfolding the paper, a hoarse, animalistic cry erupted from nearby.

"What the—?"

They spun around to face the woods, located some distance behind them. The trees seemed spooky in the approaching darkness and no source of the sound was seen.

"What was that?"

Angelina stood up and walked to the very edge of the woods. Oliver came up next to her and stopped, neither trusting the ominous shadows within the trees.

They turned and looked at each other, not sure what to do next. Suddenly they heard it again. The cry was more a strangled moan now and seemed to be located directly in front of them, just out of sight.

Angelina's heart started to beat faster, and beads of sweat appeared at her brow. She felt a tug at her heart. Similar to the room at headquarters where she had met Harry, she felt descending gloom envelope her—become a part of her.

She heard the moan again and before she knew it, her feet had carried her away from the balmy evening, with its twinkling stars and Oliver, and into the darkness of the woods.

Oliver watched Angelina disappear into to the shadows. The trees and bushes swallowed her up as she pushed through them, and then they snapped back like a gate to keep him out. He didn't have a good feeling about this disturbance. He longed to go back to sitting with her under the stars.

Either way, he started to follow her into the woods when he saw something lying on the grass. The note that Angelina had yet to open, lay unfolded near the roots of a tree. That's weird, he thought.

He picked it up and was about to refold it when he saw the message written in bright red.

To see what is unheard,
To cry tears unwept.
Who saves souls from heaven?
Who place hold to their death?

Oliver looked at the blood-red words. His brain struggled to make sense of the weird poem, and then, within a second, he was racing into the woods.

By this time Angelina was long gone and Oliver half feared that his feet was leading him away from her, instead of to her.

After running a while, he realized he had no idea where she had gone. He stopped and leaned against a tree while taking deep breaths and willing his heart to cease its loud beating. He grabbed his wand and lit the tip, searching the nearby trees. After walking a few feet he caught sight of a faint light in the distance. He approached it until he came to a clearing.

Just beyond the leaves of a bush, he saw them. Angelina knelt on the ground with her legs fanned out beside her. In her lap lay the head of a baby unicorn. Its body was bruised and a small gash on its leg leaked silver blood that glimmered in the moonlight. It had begun to lose its goldish hue and now its hide bordered on silver. Its skin also produced its own light and it glowed brightly, lighting up Angelina's now dirtied robes and hole in her stockings. Her shoes still lay somewhere in the reception hall under a table.

With the light from the injured unicorn, Oliver could also see the tearstains on Angelina's cheeks.

"It was attacked," she said quietly while she stroked its head. The unicorn let out another moan of pain and struggled restlessly until Angelina calmed it with soothing words.

"I don't know who would harm a unicorn. It's the worst kind of bad luck," she said after another couple of moments.

By this time Oliver had moved into the clearing and knelt beside Angelina and the unicorn.

"And there's more," he replied.

The moonlight shining upon her face, coupled with the silverish gold hue from the unicorn, made her seem like a divine being descended from heaven.

Who saves souls from heaven?

He unfolded the note and gave it to her. The unicorn moaned again.

Who place hold to their death?

Oliver just knew this couldn't be good.

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A/N: Ok, so what ya think? Please review.