Title: Fireworks

Author: Emmylou

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters and concepts, are the creation of JK Rowling.

Rating: PG

Summary: Angelina and Fred's relationship is tested when they travel to Egypt on business for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

A/N: wayweird – was that speechless in a good way or a bad one?

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The girl pressed her face to the platform so the crowds could not see, desperately scrabbling about for her mask.

Fred had seen too, and looked towards The Grandfather. Did that mean that Mr. Donkor was The Grandfather?

Pili managed to slip her mask into place and got shakily to her feet as the crowd roared around them. No one seemed to have seen the mask slip off except her and Fred.

She hugged Fred and kissed Angelina's cheek as she did to all winners and handed them their sack of gold. The Grandfather clapped his arm around Fred's shoulder as though showing him off to the crowd.

When the crowd had quieted enough Pili pressed them towards the trapdoor and they made their unsteady way down the rope ladder.

"No wonder she wasn't at home to stop the robbery!" said Fred as he tried to push through the pressing crowd.

"Konzo must have been in on it too!" said Angelina.

One drunken wizard poked her bottom with his wand. She turned and whacked him with her broom.

"I want a word with Pili and good old Donkor Senior tomorrow, that's for sure!" shouted Fred as several witches pressed parchment for him to sign into his hands.

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They made a show of waving to the crowd before beating a hasty path back to Donkor's. They didn't bother with the door, but squeezed back through the window to their room.

"You're a genius!" whooped Fred. He hugged her before she could fight him off. "We won and you found the identity of The Granddaughter!"

"I think this family has more secrets than we thought," said Angelina. "And I for one want to hear their story."

She marched towards the bedroom door, ready to raise the whole house, but Fred grabbed her wrist.

"Get off!" she snapped. "I know you trust them enough to throw money at them like sweeties, but I want to know!"

"Firstly, you're still in your nightie," said Fred.

Angelina, unwilling to acknowledge Fred's correctness, marched back to her trunk and snatched up some robes.

"And you stole my broom!" she snapped. "Don't think I've forgotten. While you were spewing that 'I I do love you…please don't leave me…boo hoo' rubbish you were sneaking around to find my broom!"

"I don't want you to leave me!" yelled Fred.

"Well you've got a fine way of showing it," she said in a perfectly normal voice that had an edge of steel. "I suppose you're really happy now you've got enough money to waste on that stupid family." She looked disdainfully at the bed, where Fred had tossed the bag of gold.

"I didn't win it for them!" shouted Fred. "I wanted to win it so you and me could buy that stupid holiday home even if we've blown business here!"

He snapped his mouth shut and spun to face the window, embarrassed as boys get when they show lots of emotion.

Angelina let her body take control and burst into tears that washed away any plans she'd made.

"Bugger you, Fred," she hiccupped. "How do you keep winning me over?"

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They left things to breakfast in the end. Angelina and Fred had spent the night making up and apologising for every perceived mistake and insult they had made in the last month. Angelina didn't really feel sorry for some of them, but at least the air was cleared.

They made plans to look into holiday homes as soon as they got back to England.

"I can't say I like leaving things like this," said Fred as he set about packing up his stuff. "It could have been an amazing firework."

They decided to talk to Pili at breakfast and find out the truth before leaving and when they reached the breakfast table they sat down with a united front.

They weren't the only ones. Mr. Donkor had taken his son's place at the head of the table this morning as a blissfully unaware Donkor and his family scoffed on sausage and scrambled eggs. Pili kept her eyes fixed firmly on her plate.

"My father has decided to join us for breakfast!" said Donkor joyously. "He must have heard about your great win last night, eh?" Donkor nudged Fred.

"I'm sure he did," said Angelina primly.

"A fine way to save our business!" said Donkor. He clapped Fred on the back.

Angelina froze.

"Actually," said Fred awkwardly. "The money is not being used to further the business."

Angelina relaxed and began scooping scrambled eggs onto her plate. She noticed that Donkor's father had stiffened.

Donkor's smile was gone. "Surely you are joking-" he began.

"We wanted to talk about last night," said Angelina. She glanced over to Pili who was trembling.

"What's there to discuss?" said Mr. Donkor gruffly. He glanced at Angelina with what she might have thought of as a pleading look.

Angelina changed tact and looked firmly at Pili. Pili squirmed.

"I think Pili has something to tell us about why the plans got stolen…" Fred prompted.

"What?" snapped Donkor.

Pili burst into tears, her voice a wail.

"Oh father! I'm sorry! It's my fault the plans for the firework got stolen…I'm the Granddaughter…I wasn't with Konzo at all…I came back and he was searching the house and I was still in my outfit and he said that if I didn't tell him where father kept the plans he'd tell everyone!"

"You gave the plans away?" snarled Donkor, slamming his goblet onto the table. "To Konzo? Why would he want them?"

"You're The Granddaughter?" cut in one of the brothers. "This cannot be – I had a bet on that she's really the seeker in-"

"Shut up," snapped Donkor.

Pili cried even harder. Her mother moved around the table to stroke her hair.

"His name's not Garai Konzo," Pili wept. "It's Gary Zonko! He- he is Zonko's son. He and his father plan to put Weasley out of business. He is not blind…the hat was so you could not see his face. He covered for me and said that I was with him!"

"And he spoke such good English because he is English," finished Angelina.

"Konzo! The Granddaughter!" wailed Mrs. Donkor. "You have lied and lied to us!"

"Never mind this!" shouted Donkor. "She could be the Queen of England for all I care…a spy has been working for us all along!"

"Everyone in Egypt will know her name-" mused one of the brothers. "Yours too father!"

All eyes turned to Mr. Donkor who was sitting, stony faced, at the head of the table.

Fred said what Angelina felt most strongly at that moment.

"What in Merlin's name is going on?"

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Ooh, we're not at the end yet! One more chapter!

I've been really paranoid since I introduced Konzo that it would be blindingly obvious that he was a spy. So if you did or didn't figure it out, I'd love to know.