On Angel's Wings

Title: Prologue, Angel's Backstory

Disclamer: The characters do not belong to me. They belong to JKR. I use them as I wish

A/N The start of this story centers around Angel, however Remus Lupin will become centralas thechapters progress.

Cassie felt cold through her bones as she sat on the metal bench outside the train depot, the train that would take them to the airport, to the plane, that plane that would take them away ……. forever.

She shivered, from sorrow or cold, she couldn't tell. Everything was blurring together and spinning around her head. She held her infant daughter closer and wrapped her young son in the blanket she had made for his birth, the blanket still soft with lanolin. As she stroked his straight dark hair and softly sang a song, her thoughts were turned to her past:

· to her childhood, her schooldays at Hogwarts
· to her meeting Gordon at the world cup. She had fallen immediately for that young Australian, his red-blond hair, his blue-gray eyes and that smile.
· to the two solid days at the cup when they walked away from the camp. Gordon playing the flute and she singing. He called her his "raven haired beauty" and teased her about her turned up nose with those three small freckles. They held each other close, wishing the match would never end
· to the year of owls – until they were out of school; the year that seemed an eternity. The ring had arrived with the Christmas owl.
. to her excitement when Gordon had showed up at her window at her parent's house and whisked her away on his broom, to be married and to live with him in Australia. No fuss about big ceremonies or formalities. All they needed was each other.
· to building their home just outside Toowoomba, where they could sit beneath the stars. His family would not accept her. But they were happy and in love.
· to the birth of their son "Angel".
· to that morning when Gordon left, never to return... no word, no note. He had been gone once before, returning in two weeks, but this time it was different. It had been 6 months and he had not returned. "Oh Gordon, where are you?"
· to the birth of their daughter "Claire". At her birth her dark curly ringlets already long enough to be tied in a ribbon.
· to the jeers from others saying "looks like your man decided to go on a permanent walk about. He was just too good for the likes of you."

She was startled out of her reverie by the sound of the train arriving. Lifting her pack onto her back and a child in each arm, she boarded the train, her son holding her long black braid of hair tightly in his hand. Settling down in an empty compartment, she looked out the window, a tear running down her cheek, "Going Home" she sighed. But as she leaned back a voice seemed to whisper in her ear "or are you leaving home?"

With this she fell fast asleep.