A/N: The first thing I'm going to say is, thank you all for the reviews. It's your reviews that motivate me to keep on writing. Secondly, I'm going to appologise for taking so long to update this. I'll give a brief explanation. By the end of Episode 4 I was with finished secondary school and I had exams. After my exams I had the added worry of getting into college, plus those day to day issues that seem to plague my existence. Once I got into my college, I had to start thinking about University. I'm STILL thinking about University, but right now I think I've earned some time off. It's holidays, and all I want to have to do is drown myself in some good fanfiction. If I don't manage to update then it's because I'm at work. But I WILL update. I have the rest of this story planned out already, so I'm hoping to be finished by the end of the summer holidays.

I hope those who reviewed and enjoyed the other Episodes enjoy this one just as much. I'm sorry in advance for any stupid spelling of grammar mistakes that I may have missed, but I wrote this so quickly, I just wanted to update! Thanks again. ASQ.

Episode Five: A Clan of Ginger Woman and Matthews sudden Madness.

Angelina was finding it hard to breath. She looked about her and tried to find something that looked remotely civilized. Grass, grass, a little more grass, tress and oh look a mountain!

"Please," She panicked "tell me you know where we are."

Montague scoffed, seeming slightly offended "Of course I know where we are-"

Angelina looked questioning. "Oh," She exclaimed and a false smile danced onto her lips "then you won't have any trouble getting us back home!" She gripped onto his arm tightly and waited for him to Apparate.

Montague stalled.

"What are you waiting for?" Angelina pressed, her fingernails digging into his arm.

"Well," he began, wracking his brain for a suitable answer. "I don't think we should Apparate when you're pregnant. You might risk leaving Montague behind-"

"I thought you didn't give a shit about this kid, Montague-"

"I don't!" He yelled.

"Then you shouldn't have a problem Apparating us back then, should you?" Worry crept up her throat and it tasted bitter.

Montague looked away.

She couldn't believe it, she really couldn't believe it. Five months ago if she had known, if someone had bothered to drop her a clue that she'd be five months pregnant with Montague's child, stuck in a wilderness somewhere with nothing around for miles … she would of at least bothered to use better protection!

Angelina took off her new slippers (Montague had been forced into buying them for her the day before the McQuilkin's had started to raid their home), and raised them dangerously into the air.

Montague caught onto the oncoming threat a little too late.

"What the-"

-PHWACK-

"BITCH, WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"

-SMACK-

The sole of Angelina's slipper collided with the side of his head.

"STOP HITTING ME YOU RETARD!"

-SLAP-

That time she used her hand.

"Bitch!"

"WANK, STAIN!" Angelina yelled. "Do you know where we are Montague?!"

When he didn't answer she continued to assault him.

"STOP, IT!" He warned.

"MONTAGUE!"

"I SAID STOP!"

"MONTAGUE!" Her hand came down faster this time.

-SLAP-

-SMACK-

-SMACK-

-SLAP-

"NO!" Montague yelled, his arm shielding his face.

-SMACK-

That's when he decided he'd had enough. "I SAID NO!" He yelled at the top of his voice, and exotic coloured birds resting in the nearby tries took to a hasty flight. Montague vigorously tore the slippers from Angelina's grasp and threw them far, far away. Realisation smacked him hard in the face (even harder than Angelina had) "I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE!"

His face was red with rage. Spit flew from his mouth onto Angelina's cheeks and her bottom lip began to quiver. Bile was creeping steadily up her throat. She could smell doom in the air.

>>

George yawned. Walking over to the door he turned the closed sign to face the street and pulled the curtain over the glass.

He turned around to the small shop and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in place, the Skiving Snackboxs were stocked neatly on the shelf in front of him, the Extendable Ears hung rather eerily from the ceiling and a man with a wild beard and tired eyes stood watching his from the corner of the room.

George screamed like a girl.

Jumping back he clumsily knocked over the display of Ton Tongue Toffee's and reached hurriedly into his robe pockets, pulling out his wand.

"Has she made contact yet, Fred?" The man moved in closer and George crawled backwards on the floor.

"Stay back!" He warned, his voice dripping with terror.

The man took another step forward. "Fred, it's me-"

"Expelliarmus!"

The wild man was thrown back with great force, his back hit a high shelf and he tumbled to the ground. A groan escaped his lips.

George was eyeing his handy work when Fred came stumbling down the stairs.

"What the bloody hell's going on!" Fred cried, quickly buttoning up his blue flannel pajamas. He scanned the area quickly, looking slightly perplexed. "Err, George? What did you do to Matthew?"

George sighed, and collapsed back onto the floor.

>>

Angelina refused to cry. She could get through this, she could. All she had to do was find her slippers, then she'd head north until she found some trace of civilization. She could get through this.

Quickly she turned away from Montague and started scanning the near by area for her grey slippers.

"What are you doing?" Montague asked, his eyes following her.

Angelina frowned. "I'm looking for my slippers."

"Right," Montague sighed as he watched her look. Her hand was supporting her back and she waddled nowadays instead of walked. "Well, I threw them somewhere over there."

Angelina nodded and walked further out towards the edge of what looked like a forest. She wasn't going to talk to him. She didn't think she could. It was his fault they were out there, in the middle of nowhere, the sun beating down on her skin as if it was trying to peel it off, the constant feeling that instead of a human she was carrying around inside of her a potential baby mammoth…if she got any bigger she was certain she would explode.

AND WHY COULDN'T SHE FIND HER SLIPPERS?

Surely there was a way she could get herself out of this mess. Montague's owl would find him soon, and if she could just get her hands on a quill and some parchment she could send Fred and George a letter concerning her current situation. Right. That's what she'd have to do. They'd come for her and she could run away from Montague and never have to see him again. That sounds like a plan! Now she just had to do was find a quill and some parchment.

She looked about the ground. There was grass, lots of it in fact, but she couldn't see anything remotely useful, and her slippers were still nowhere to be found.

"Err, Angelina."

Shut up Montague, her mind hissed. She didn't need his crap right now. He'd put her in enough mess.

"Angelina," He said again, this time a little more sternly "Don't move."

Angelina lifted slightly and her back went ridged. She felt Montague come up behind her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. What was going on? She dared herself to look.

>>

"He's a fucking weirdo!" George hissed under his breath, while Fred boiled the kettle.

"You don't think I know that?" He turned to George, but kept a watchful eye on Matthew. "He's obviously started to go mental. He smells a bit funny too."

George rubbed the back of his head. "Do you think we should tell him about Angelina?"

"No." Fred said quickly. "I mean, we don't know anything ourselves really."

George nodded. "Right then." He said, and looked briefly towards Matthew, who was now staring into an empty mug. "But I think we should put him out of his misery."

Fred looked aghast. "Are you suggesting we kill the bugger?"

"No you twat," George rolled his eyes "We should tell him that Angelina's left him."

Fred almost looked hopeful. "Do you think she has?"

George shrugged. "I bloody well hope so."

>>

There were about twenty of them. All emerging slowly out of the woods and forming a circle around Angelina and Montague. Each and every one of them had red hair, and sparkling green eyes, a weapon wielded dangerously in each hand.

They looked like wild forest people. Amongst them were only woman, runes and ancient symbols drawn with black ink and mud all over their bodies. The first thing Montague realised was that the woman tended to like going topless around these parts…maybe he could ditch Angelina and get himself in on a few of them. He chuckled inwardly, that sounded like a plan!

He felt Angelina step in closer beside him.

"Who are you?" A woman with wild red hair and stern sea green eyes stepped forwards. She spoke in a strong Scottish accent and looked as though she may be leader of this clan. Montague found himself drawn to the mounds of flesh protruding from her chest.

Fuck, me! His mind screamed, and he had to move around a bit to stop the growing urge that was suddenly awake in his pants.

He felt Angelina squeeze his hand in a vice like grip. "I know what you're thinking, Montague." She said heavily, her voice low and dangerous.

Montague looked slightly annoyed. He stepped away from Angelina but she only moved in closer. "Stop tailing me, woman." He growled.

Angelina looked about her, she was trembling and her eyes were wide. She didn't look at Montague when she spoke. "Don't you dare, Montague. Don't you dare leave me alone with these people! They'll kill me and eat my baby…"

"I asked you a question." The woman snapped, looking over at the duo through narrowed eyes. Angelina didn't understand a word.

"We got a bit lost-" Montague started to explain.

"I saw you just appear! Like magic!" A voice from behind them cried.

"What are they saying, Montague?" Angelina trembled.

"What are you?" Someone else yelled, and they all seemed to take a step in further.

"Well, we're-"

Then it happened. There was a gasp and everyone froze. Even Angelina stopped trembling for a second or two. Montague wished she'd let go of his hand.

"The woman is with child!" Someone cried, and suddenly there were murmurs and excited chatter about the females.

The expression on the woman's face that had approached them earlier had soothed. She was looking over at Angelina with gentle smile on her face. Or at least she hoped it looked so.

Angelina on the other hand was trying to swat away anyone who was attempting to grope at her stomach. "Oi! Stop it! Stop I said! Montague, tell them – Oi fuck off!"

"My name is Aithne." The woman said gently, her eyes settled on Angelina's stomach. "You must forgive my clan, it isn't often we get to see a woman with child around these parts (due to the lack of men). Amongst our people it's a very…" She searched her mind for a suitable word "magical phenomenon. The birth of a new life."

Montague nodded. "Well, if you want more kids around here I'm more than willing to hel-" Angelina elbowed him in the ribs "the fuck woman calm down."

Aithne raised a curious eyebrow. "Is she always this on edge?" She asked, eying Angelina questionably. They'd been waiting for this day for so long now, it was hard for her to contain her excitement. She wished the other woman would calm down a bit; the dark woman looked as though she might loose her footing at the sight of them. The man however, looked easy to persuade.

"Always." Montague rolled his eyes.

Angelina didn't trust them. Something wasn't right. There was trouble brewing, and while Montague used his gentiles to think instead of his brain, she was practically a one man army.

She stepped closer to Montague and felt him move slightly away from her. She loved how, now that she was pregnant, he didn't seem to give a shit. She wasn't worth while to him anymore. She found herself wondering how many children he must have in the country that didn't know he was their father. Angelina rested a hand protectively on her stomach and all the woman around her flinched.

She had to get out. No one was going to get her baby.

>>

"I mean think about it mate," Fred said, scratching the back of his head. George yawned. "A woman doesn't vanish off the face of the earth for five months and not get in contact with her fiancé."

Matthew raised a curious eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." Said George quickly.

"Nothing at all" Said Fred. "It's just, me and Forge here, we think it's time you should move on-"

"Check what other fish there are in the sea." George filled in.

Fred nodded in agreement.

Matthew took a while to answer. He looked over at the twins and pulled out his wand. "I'm going."

And with a -POP- Matthew Apparated out of the room.

Fred looked over to George. "Well that was easy."

George looked sceptical. "A little too, easy."

>>

I hope no one forgot about Pansy.

Her search for Montague had found her in Scotland, outside a rather prestigious cottage house in Aberdeen. The front door had been knocked down, and inside was a state. Furniture had been knocked over and pieces parchment were scattered about the floor. A snake lay sleeping peacefully in one of the armchairs.

Pansy stood in the doorway of Montague's cottage and thought for a moment. She had overheard some gossip in the local Pub about a woman called Karla who had led her brothers to raid a man's house nearby, hell bent on revenge because apparently he had refused her for someone else. When the family of them raided the house, the man and his current lover were no where to be seen, and the McQuilkin's had found none of the riches they had been promised. Angry at the great waste of time, Karla's family ran her out of their family home, and apparently she was now Prostituting herself somewhere in Glasgow.

Pansy put two and two together. She was now, apparently at Montague's escape haven, and it was a mess. Karla's raid had only taken place the day before, and apparently that's when Montague and his lover had vanished as well.

Pansy smiled. She was getting closer.

End of Episode Five