Well, I'm glad none of you carried through with any of your threats! I am soooo going to sleep after this, so without further ado, I don't own anything, so deal with it. Please don't forget to review, hugs.

The heavy wooden door to the room squealed open, and in came three people.

"Hello Mr. Black."

There stood three of the people Angel hated most in the world, Lily Potter, James Potter, and Albus Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, what is the meaning of this?" Angel questioned.

"Well, you see, we know Ms. Lovegood was with you this summer. We also know you were with the Wolves all summer." Dumbledore said.

"And?"

"We want the location of their base," James Potter cut in.

"Why should I give it to you?" Angel snarled, he could feel his magic beginning to become unstable from stress and anger.

"Because if you don't give it willingly, we won't hesitate to…….use other methods of persuasion," James smiled evilly.

Dumbledore sighed, he didn't want to hurt any of his students, and it was his job to protect them. In the long run the information was more important though.

Lily was hovering nervously behind the two men; Angel was surprised she didn't put her bit in yet.

"Well, persuade me all you want, I'm loyal to my father and the Wolves. I'm a member of their pack, and now since I just sent out a distress signal, they'll find me soon." Angel said, he was bluffing, of course. He had no way to contact Sirius and Remus. He was so screwed.

"Well, I'm disappointed in you Mr. Black, I thought you'd be above petty lies, I see you're not," Dumbledore said disapprovingly.

"Like I give a damn what you think old man," Angel growled irritably, then a thought hit him. "Where's Luna? What did you do with her?"

"Ms. Lovegood is fine. She should be in class right about now, probably worried about you. If you give us the information we are seeking, you may return to her right now, if you don't, well, let's say this information is very important to us." Dumbledore ran a hand through his white hair, looking about the age he really was.

"I swear to Merlin, if you touch her, or even look at her in the wrong way, I'll castigate both of you, and make sure your whore of a wife never could reproduce in any way shape or form ever again. I guess that'd be a good thing, if you procreated again then there would be four of you, and you'd have to share your two brain cells amongst four instead of three. Personally I don't think de-manlytizing the old fart over there would cause any problems, if he tried to do anything, he'd probably keel over dead." Angel's tirade was cut off by a sharp blow, courtesy of Lily.

"What the hell did you call my wife, you little bastard?" James shrieked.

"Well if you want a full list, a bitch, whore, slut, bean-flicker, fucknut, cockholster, a biddy, lot lizard, floozy, a bunny-boiler, hoebag, fugly, bimbo, minga, a dog, fag hag, pleb, dementoid, a donkey, shank, carpet-muncher, dementoid, a twat…" Angel was cut off by another blow, only this one harder. James was the aggressor.

It had taken them long enough to figure out he was insulting Lily, most of the words they had never heard.

"Now Mr. Black, if that really necessary?" Dumbledore asked, all grandfatherly again, yuck.

"What do you think smart-ass?" Angel snarled, blood running from his busted lip. The effect of it made him seem even scarier or it may have been the magic force getting stronger in the room, but whatever it was, it made old Dumbledore shiver.

"I think Mr. Black needs some time to calm down, Lily, I'll leave you here to make sure Mr. Black does nothing rash, James, I must talk to you in private." Dumbledore turned to leave, James following after him like an obedient puppy, well after hitting Angel again that is.

Angel managed to get one more quip out before the door closed, "Fank you for the wonderful chat, faggots."

"Where did you learn this language?" Lily demanded.

"Oh, you know, here, there, everywhere!" Angel exclaimed in fake enthusiasm. Lily shook her head.

"You're going to get yourself killed, is that what you want?" Lily asked, her voice quiet, "Do you want to die? You're only a child, why are you putting yourself into this war? Why don't you just act like other teenagers?"

"I'd die for my cause, I live to fight for what I decide is right. It's the rules I've always lived by, and nothing will make me betray my cause." Angel eyed the woman in front of him, was that sympathy in her eyes?

"Lady, do you have any idea what I am? Do you have any idea what I can do? I'm your guy's only hope in this fuckin war, and if they want to kill me, fine, so be it. But trust me, they'll wish they didn't. In a few hours, the word will be out that I'm missing. I have lots of friends, Ms. Potter, lots and lots of friends. You are warned, if you treasure your life, and your moronic husband's, I'd suggest you get the hell out of town before they arrive, otherwise, well, lets not go there." Angel smirked at her expression.

"What do you mean?" Lily asked, intrigued by this boy in front of her. "There is no way for them to find you."

Angel laughed, "You're kidding me if you think Dumbfuck's magic is that strong, they'll find me."

"Whatever," Lily muttered, unnerved by how truthful the boy was being.

"So how's life?" Angel asked a sarcastic edge to his words. "You know who my father is, correct?"

Lily nodded.

"He has told me so much about what a great person you two were, especially you, Mrs. Potter, well until the fame got to your heads. He held you in such high regards, he loved you two as family. You ruined it, you ruined their friendships with your family, and you ruined a boy's childhood and life." Angel was trying to play on the woman's emotions, for her to let he guard down so he could somehow get some time alone to reach Luna through their still slightly weak mind-link which Angel had been blocking.

"What do you mean, I didn't ruin Tyler's childhood and he's still alive, Tyler's perfect." Lily said, it was like she forgot she had another son, but Angel knew she still remembered.

"I don't mean Tyler, I mean Harry, Harry James Potter, the real boy-who-lived, the real chosen one, the real hero of the wizarding world." Angel smirked.

"Tyler's the hero, not Harry, Harry's dead, he's no hero." Lily countered.

"Have you ever seen Tyler do anything extraordinary, is he powerful, is he intimidating, could he hold up in war? No, I didn't think so."

"He's been taking lessons," Lily weakly tried.

"I pity you, you actually believe he'd put effort into learning. Well he doesn't care, and you, unfortunately made a mistake. You see, I've met Harry Potter, well before his death that is, and I saw his memories, I saw his life, I saw how you treated him, I saw how he defeated Voldemort. Tyler's no hero, Mrs. Potter, Harry was, and it's practically your fault he died. You see, if you just loved him, just a bit, then maybe he would have stayed with you, just maybe you would have seen your mistake. You screwed the Wizarding World, no, wait, you screwed the whole world." Angel finished, smiling as he saw Lily in a heap on the floor, crying. She deserved every bit of it.

"What did you do to my wife?" James bellowed when he entered the room and saw his wife weeping on the floor.

"I told her the truth," Angel simply stated.

"James, take Lily outside, I don't think she'll be able to handle this after whatever Mr. Black told her," Dumbledore sighed, he hated seeing Lily in such a state, and he knew that with her rather humanitarian ideals, she might oppose what he was going to do to get the information he needed.

Lily the humanitarian, who would have thought, but since her son Harry ran away, she had been different. She didn't kill rats or mice she found, rather she stunned them and let them free in the woods. Something was different about her, and Dumbledore thought it had to do with losing Harry. People always say children and their mothers always have a special bond, maybe she was feeling the pain and self-hatred that she should have felt years ago. Since Harry had died last year she had been rather reserved, not as outgoing and carefree as she used to be. She just wasn't the same person.

James on the other hand didn't feel a thing. He didn't care his son was dead. He just cared about things that could affect him, Lily, or Tyler. He really was a cold hearted bastard.

Angel, had his eyes shut, seemingly asleep or in a trance, in reality he was reaching out for help.

'LUNA!' Angel yelled, his voice was more of an echo than anything.

'ANGEL? ANGEL?'

'Yeah, Luna, I'm trapped; the Potters and Dumbledore have me.'

'Where?'

"I don't know.'

'Ok then, what do I do?'

'Track me.'

'How?'

'You'll know, when you feel me closer to you, you'll know where I am.'

'So it's kind of like the game hot and cold, right?'

'I guess, but don't forget to bring Sirius and Remus, or anyone who you can trust. Luna, I don't know what shape I'll be in when you find me, just remember, I love you.'

Angel cut the link so Dumbledore wouldn't figure out what he was doing, luckily the old coot had no idea he had just called for reinforcements.

"Mr. Black, I'm giving you one more chance, tell me where the Wolves are." Dumbledore demanded.

"As I said and I will saw again, go screw yourself old man, I'm never fuckin telling you a thing." Angel snapped, eyes glowing eerily, though Dumbledore didn't notice.

"I whish you'd stop this stubbornness Mr. Black, it's not helping this situation In the slightest," Dumbledore tried to reason, but he was just ignored. He sighed.

"I didn't want it to come to this, but I have no choice, Alastor." Dumbledore said, and the door opened to reveal a gnarled old man.

"Albus, he's only a boy," Mad Eye said, eyes opening wide in shock.

"He's a very dangerous boy, Alastor we need that information, you do know that, right?" Dumbledore summoned a large black bag which appeared on the floor at his feet.

"Okay, Albus, but it's on your conscience, not mine." Moody said, his face once reserved looked slightly angry at the thought of torturing a child, but if it was for the cause, he was willing to kill.

Dumbledore went out of the room, and it began. It started with the Curico Curse, he got nothing.

"How's it going?" Dumbledore asked as he returned.

Angel was sweating, but he still hadn't divulged the information.

"It ain't going anywhere Albus, the kid is tough, tougher than most Aurrors," this was a compliment coming from Moody.

"Well, try something else," Dumbledore growled, his grandfatherly facade falling to reveal his impatience. He then exited again.

Moody shook his head sadly, "I'm sorry kid, really I am." He pulled out the 'other means' from the bag. Most of the things had sharp points, it didn't look good.

An hour later, Angel was running low on energy. His magical reserves were low from healing himself, and he could feel himself slipping away. His eyes were glazed, and he was mouthing something, Moody didn't know what it was. Well he didn't know until Angel pulled his hands away from the chair, swinging them in a deadly arc towards his face.

The old Aurror leapt to the side just in time.

Angel staggered to his feet, weak from blood loss. His once white skin was blotched red; blood was caked in his hair and on his face. He was a wreck. He grinned sadistically, and threw a curse at Moody using wandless magic.

When Angel's mind slipped away for that while, he was accessing his core magic, renewing his wandless abilities and turning off his healing to save power. After Angel finished Moody off with a stunner, he slumped to the floor, too exhausted to move.

He was wondering why Dumbledork and the Potters hadn't barged in yet. Little did he know that they were otherwise pre-occupied. The calvary had arrived.

The door flew open with a burst of magic and in ran Luna, his Luna. His angel, he actually thought he had died when he saw her, with he angelic face, blonde hair and blue eyes. But, of course, you don't feel pain when you die, do you?

"Angel!" Luna cried, falling to her knees next to her soul-mate.

"Luna?" Angel croaked, he hadn't realized his throat was that dry until he tried to use it.

"Don't worry Luv, you're safe now." Luna said, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

Angel smiled, and let the blackness overtake him.

I was thinking about doing a more graphic interrogation for this chapter, but I just didn't have the time to put it together properly, sorry. I may try to get it into the next chapter in a flashback or dream, so if you have any suggestions, I'm all ears. For the record, Angel was meditating when he supposidly slipped off in a haze like I often do during math class, and he was able to tell his healing power to stop so he had energy to fight wandlessly, which takes a lot of control and power. When he found he had enough magic to preform a wandless spell, he struck. He scraped the bottom of his reserves you might say. So if you were wondering, there is a clearer explanation or that whole thing. So I now leave you at a semi-cliffie, so bye-bye. Please don't forget to review!