I haven't updated any of my stuff for ages! I'm sorry about that, things just seemed to got lost and I just didn't think about fan fiction for ages. All of this stuff here had actually been prewritten, I just took forever to upload it and I'm sorry! I hope none of you have gone off it. Thanks to all the people who reviewed chapter two!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A N G E L I N A

"Dmitri?" The handsome boy before me smiles, revealing perfect white teeth and dazzlingly dark eyes. Eyes so dark, that they could scare someone from trying to make contact with them. They tend to feed on your thoughts.

Dmitri chortles. He has a sort of heavy laugh that makes your knees want to buckle. I try to recompose myself, turning my body away from Fred so that I can focus my full attention on the wonder before me. Everything about him is eerily perfect; from his pristine clothes right down to his jet black hair. By just looking at him one could tell Dmitri practically bathed in money. I smile, it's a shame he fancies Katie--the lucky devil.

"Angelina, it is good to see you again." Dmitri's voice is with rich with a Russian accent. Boldly he reaches for my hand and gently plants a kiss over my quivering fingertips, all the while looking me directly in the eye. I try not to swoon at his seemingly forward motives.

"Dmitri." I say again, and find myself nodding in his direction. "Likewise it's a pleasure to see you again. But," I try not to sound too rude "if you don't mind me asking, why are you here? I thought you attended Durmstrang."

Again he laughs. "It is a long story. I would like to tell you of it one day maybe, but for now, as you might have already guessed I am starting school at Hogwarts."

The statement, mixed with that ever so alluring accent of his has me beaming. I can't wait to spread the news to Katie!

Rather early on in the holidays Katie and I had gone shopping for some new clothes to wear for our new term at Hogwarts. That's when we met Dmitri. We had been summing up our day with a trip to the cinema (Katie is Muggle born so doesn't ask me silly questions about how they get the screen so big--these usually issue from Alicia) when the most charming looking Russian chap comes up to us, asking if we knew how much twelve pounds was worth in Russian currency because he wanted to take his little brother to the cinema.

Of course neither I nor Katie knew what to tell him, so, sacrificing ourselves for the sake of his attractiveness (which is silly really) we both chipped in and gave him the money to come and watch the film with us instead. It was actually quite generous of me considering the fact that I only had about three pounds left in my purse at the time.

After we were introduced to Stefan (Dmitri's little brother), we all went to watch the film. Revenge of the Blood Sucking Vampires: part II I think it was called, I had spent most of my time trying not to stare at Dmitri so I didn't really pay much attention. He on the other hand couldn't seem to stop himself whispering sweet nothings into Katie's ear almost throughout the whole film, causing her to giggle and wink at me a few times. I must admit I did feel a little like the third wheel, but Stefan was fun, Sage would have liked him.

Once the film ended, Dmitri had us wait with him while his father came to pick him up and promised he would give us back our money then. No matter how much I declined, I had secretly wanted my three pounds back. My purse was feeling a little light and I guess I had turned rather sour towards him after he practically ignored me throughout the whole experience. Not that I was envious, just a little annoyed. It wasn't very nice.

My purse however, was greater than satisfied at the end of the day when Dmitri's father hurriedly threw a wad of money at me and Katie and thanked us for helping his son.

Really, it was the least I could have done. I profited that day by over fifty pounds.

"This is Fred." I introduce, turning my attention back to him. For some reason Fred's turned a funny colour. A seething vibrant red. I give him a weird glance before turning back to Dmitri. "Would you like to join us? I'm sure Katie would love to see you--"

"Erm. . .another time maybe?" Answers Dmitri, his eyes running curiously over Fred, still sprawled awkwardly on the floor. "I should really be getting to know some Ravenclaws, it's the house I am apparently going to be joining."

I accept his decision with a nod. "Okay sure, maybe I'll see you about Hogwarts some time then?"

He nods and smiles at me, a smile that I know hides many devious thoughts. It's his eyes that give him away. "I assure you I will." He says, his voice suddenly deeper. Again he takes my hand and kisses it before turning away, that cunning smile still painted over his lips.

I have to fan myself over once or twice before I turn back to Fred and help him up, my face suddenly boiling as if I've just stuck it recklessly into a bowl of steaming water. I'm feeling awfully flush.

I consider Katie a very lucky girl. If that Lee doesn't hurry up at snatch her soon he'll find himself with fierce competition.

"Who was that freak?" Fred asks me as he stands up, arrogantly abating my offer to help him and brushing off his jeans.

"That freak's a friend of mine. You don't have to be so rude." I don't know why I suddenly get so defensive. I guess it's because I consider Dmitri a really nice person. Well, nice now that he's not ignoring me, though I guess it will start all over again once Katie arrives back on the scene. Either way, Fred doesn't have to be so judgemental.

"Yeah right," Fred huffs. "Some friend. You fancy him don't you?"

"What does it matter if I fancy him or not!" I retort. "And for your information I don't, he likes Katie."

"Oh come on Ange!" Fred sulks and walks on, leaving me to drag my own trunk. Some dashing young man he turned out to be. "I'm not as stupid as you might like to think. Your face lit up like a kid who just realised all the sweets in the world were free when he said he was coming to Hogwarts. And how come you let some stranger kiss your hand but you don't let me? Your friend of six years Angie, six. Not like him who you only met two weeks ago. It's nice to know where your loyalties lye. Keep it up like that and people will start spreading rumours about you."

I roll my eyes. What is he implying, that I'm some sort of whore? I would laugh but I'm suddenly not in the mood. "Stop being pathetic, Fred." I walk down the hallway until I spot the carriage Alicia is in, now also occupied by Sage, Katie and Lee. I can't believe I didn't notice they were gone. Instead I was oggling over the idiot stood beside me. I stop outside the door and swing it open, letting the din of the compartment rush to my ears "I let him kiss me because I was being polite." My final words are spoken softly so that no one else but Fred hears them.

I hear him mutter under his breath something that sounds a lot like: "Whatever" but I brush it aside and walk on into the compartment.

As soon as I get in I have Katie kissing me all over the face, telling me how much she loves me and how much she has to tell me. Lee is making fun of her girly gestures and Fred has sat himself in the corner of the compartment, staring idly out of the window. I make a mental note to ask him why he's being so grouchy once the train starts to move and Sage is out of earshot.

"Where the hell did you get to?" Alicia asks from her seat beside Sage, but I don't get to answer as George suddenly bustles into the compartment.

"Spice!" He grins, looking over at my little brother. Ever since they met him Fred and George nick named my brother 'Spice'. The poor kid never quite got why they always called him that, but I never did have the heart to tell him he was named after my mums favourite Herb. "What're you doing here oh little one?"

Sage grins. "I came to see you guys!"

George laughs and goes to rest himself beside my brother. "What happened to your teeth?" He asks, then lowers his voice, though it's obvious everyone can still hear him. "I've told you little guy, mum doesn't mind having one more kid at home if Angelina's not treating you proper-"

"Oi!" I yell at him over everyone's laughter. "You're not funny George." My retaliation doesn't assemble with the smirk dancing across my lips.

He chortles. "Whatever Angie, you know you love me. Just like Alicia will when I work my-ow!" Alicia elbows George in the ribs and everyone laughs again, though this time at him.

"Shut up George." She mutters dangerously under her breath, but George only shrugs.

I look over at Fred who is still staring nonchalantly out of the window, his face set into a moody frown. I shake my head and sigh. What do I have to do to get some peace around here?

I look down at my watch and see it's already a quarter to eleven, and though Sage seems to be having a ball of a time, if he doesn't get off the train now my poor father will have to fetch him from somewhere in the hills of the Scottish countryside. Something no Muggle should have to go through.

"Oi you," I pinch Sage on the ear to catch his attention. "It's quarter to, I think you should get going before the train moves and dad leaves without you-"

"Awww Ange!" I look up, and funnily enough this is coming from George and not my thankfully sensible brother. "Five more minutes?"

I role my eye and put out my hand for Sage to take. "Shut up you before I throw you out the window." Sage giggles at my side.

Alicia chuckles herself. "I'll take his hands and you can take his feet Ange."

"While you're at it," Katie adds through a mouthful of gummy sweets "chuck this one off as well. He's doing my head in." She indicates to Lee and Alicia and I laugh.

"You may find it funny now," Lee wiggles his eyebrows in Katie's direction, playfully blowing her kisses that she pretends to shoot down "but you know we never take anything without a comeback."

"Right mate." George laughs and I raise a questioning eyebrow. "Remember that time you all thought you could get away with stealing our Marauders Map for reasons you still are determined we don't need to hear? Remember what we did to get you back-"

"Alright George!" I put up my hand, indicating him to be quiet. "My poor little brother doesn't need to hear what you guys get up to when you're bored out of your brains-"

Lee chortles. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind knowing, would you mate?"

I give Lee the finger over Sage's head so that he doesn't see me, and Katie swats him on the shoulder.

It's the boys fault why Katie, Alicia and I have to lock up our trucks properly before we go to bed every night. We hadn't stolen their silly map on purpose, but were merely snooping around their dorm one night trying to find a list of things they had continuously been working over but wouldn't once let us see. Till this day we haven't got a clue what they were doing, but Katie has a hunch now it's something to do with their joke shop. I on the other hand don't think it has anything to do with it.

Anyway, we were prying around their room when we stumbled across a blank piece of parchment. We took it because we thought it was the list; spelled to look as though it had nothing written on it. It disappointed us completely when we couldn't unlock the spell, and even worse when the boys found out we had it. Two days later, at about two o'clock in the morning when we were all fast asleep, the boys sauntered on into our room and rummaged through our belongs. It was when they found our underwear that the light bulbs seemed to flicker over everyone of their thick heads.

Anytime I remember it, I can't fight down a shiver. The boys threw our underwear all over the place, hanging it over the beds, across the floor and on chest of draws, even after that they didn't seem to feel the need to stop. Revenge was sweet as they like to continuously remind us. Stripping down to absolutely nothing, while I might add, still in our room, the boys put on our underwear and jumped all over us until we woke up screaming in absolute terror. Fred's gawky little body did not suit my underpants and bra one little bit. Actually, seeing him in them made me physically want to vomit. Red heads should not cross dress.

I never wore that set of underwear again.

"Bye!"

"See you later Spice." George nods to my brother, and Fred simply waves.

"Tell me if Angie gets grouchy." Lee adds.

The boys all say their goodbye's to my little brother, and Katie and Alicia kiss him so much I have to physically drag him away. I'm standing back on the platform now, the huge clock on the wall telling me it's ten to eleven. Students are quickly saying their last goodbyes to their families and the noise out here is relevantly louder than it was before. I spot dad walking over as he sees us getting off the train. He hugs me and kisses the top of my head.

"Have a good time, pudding." He says into my hair and I smile, giving him a huge hug and savouring his warmth before we let go and I turn to Sage. He's smiling which takes a big weight off my shoulders. I really don't want him to be upset that I'm going.

"You okay, babe?" I ask, crouching onto my knees so I can see him at eye level.

Sage nods. "Of course I am! Lee told me not to worry because he will be looking after you all term, and making sure you get into as much trouble as ever!"

I smile at that, always thankful for Lee in times like these. He always manages to show up at the right time and say the right thing.

Lee and I grew up together, with him only living a few streets away from me it was kind of hard not to. I've known him since I was five. Our parents had brought us to the same Play Group and he had asked me if I wanted to play "Power Rangers" with him. I had said yes, but only if I could be Yellow because I hated Pink. He had accepted, and since then we've been really close friends.

Lee's mum was my mothers best friend, so they were even there at her funeral. Lee was the one who held tight onto my hand and told me not to worry about anything because he'd always be there for me. They were rather strong words for an eleven year old to muster, but reassuring nonetheless. He was very fond of my mother himself, and because of how close we are people often over look our relationship. Katie had for the first few years of our friendship, and was apparently the reason she didn't pounce--her exact same words--on him sooner.

"Oh did he really now?" I laugh at how excited Sage looks. "Then I guess I'm going to have to have a little talk with him huh?"

Sage nods. "Yeah maybe." Then he sighs, reminding me of a middle aged man riddled with stress. He's too grown for his age I swear. "Gelina, you promise to write everyday?"

I kiss him on the forehead and chuck him affectionately on the chin. "Yeah, but only if you promise to write back."

"Of course I will silly!" He huffs as if I'm stupid and it makes me giggle.

It's my cue to hug him as the train gives off a loud hoot, indicating the small time I have left with my family before I have to leave. I get up quickly and dad hugs me once more, probably reading from my face how I'm feeling right now. "It'll be alright." He whispers into my ear, protecting Sage from his encouraging words to me. Dad knows I don't like Sage to realise whenever I'm upset. "This year will be your best yet."

"God, I hope so." I sigh, pulling back from dad and once again boarding the train. The second hoot sounds and in seconds I feel the engine work up, the doors quickly slam themselves shut. "Love you!" my mouth form the words but they decide not to come out. I wait for the train to completely move away before I head back to my compartment.

Before I open the door I take a deep breath, wiping at my dry eyes in case any stray tears found their way out. I know I'll be alright away from my family, I mean I don't know how many times over I've done this and felt like I wanted to cry whenever I left them, but in the end I always find myself alright. It's just hard. I can't ever help feeling like I'm leaving them with nothing, or going and not going to return. Silly I know, but it's what it's like to live the messed up life of Angelina Johnson. I wish it wasn't so difficult.

I open the compartment door and Lee's the first to look up at me. I smile and allow myself to walk into his open arms, giving him a tight squeeze. He always seems to know what I'm thinking and feeling, and always makes himself available to help. I don't really know what I'd do without him.

"Thanks, man." I burry my head into his shoulder and wrap my arms tight around his neck. "Sage didn't mind that I was going!"

He simply shrugs. "No problem. You know I love the little guy as much as you do. Now get off me before I throw you off the train."

"Hey!" I laugh. "What a way to break the moment." Lee pinches me lightly on the cheek and gives me that secret smile I know means he's always there to help. I return the smile and climb off him, settling myself beside a more than miserable looking Fred Weasley. He doesn't look around at me, but instead continues to look out of the window as if the sheep we pass are the most interesting thing he's ever seen in his life. I know the act is only put on to ignore me, that little. . .

"Oi Fred," I nudge him in the shoulder, accepting that maybe he can't hear me over the racket the rest of the guys are making. "Want some Botts Beans?" I question, but he arrogantly shrugs me off. I take this as my cue to try again. "Not even a chocolate frog?" I know he's tempted because his eyes quickly shift to the yummilisious--yes, an invented word--frog I'm holding in my hand. Again however, Fred's pride gets the better of him and he mumbles something about how much he didn't want my stupid Frog.

I sigh and push the chocolate back into my pocket. Then I decide to move onto plan C. Fred's my friend, and no matter how much he's changed in appearance--for the better--he still seems to be able to pull off being an ass to me. Either way, I like him, and I wont let myself start school like this. It just isn't happening.

I take a deep breath and begin to babble. "Listen to me Fred and listen good, because I'm not repeating myself after I've said this. You're my friend, and whatever I did to piss you off then I'm sorry okay? But I don't want to start school like this. It's pathetic and I just wont have it. It ain't on. So I'm sorry, okay? All you have to do is tell me when I'm forgiven…" Hastily I lean up and give him a quick kiss on the cheek, smiling to myself as I watch him slowly turn the same shade as his hair.

About to leave him be, I turn back around to the rest of the gang when I feel his hand snake its way into my skirt pocket and fish out my chocolate frog. I turn back round quickly enough to see him stuffing his face with it, and my smile expands.

"Really," he says through chocolate covered teeth "I'm the bigger person in this."

I raise a curios eyebrow. "And how's that big man?"

"Well," he swallows and takes another bite. I'm astonished when I realise it's almost gone "I accepted your apology didn't I? Only the bigger person can do that."

Before he finishes it all I grab it out of his hand and take a quick bite, when I'm satisfied I throw it back at him. "Whatever you say, Weasely."

Fred grins, swallowing his last bit of my frog and throwing the wrapper out the train window. It'll probably hit some poor Muggle down below, herding their sheep or something. I should teach him not to litter, but right now that'd completely squash the atmosphere, and who wants that when you've just gained back a friend like Fred Weasely? "You know you love me." He pulls me into him and wraps his an arm around my shoulder, I take the opportunity to scoot in closer and lean my head again his chest.

"Yeah maybe, we'll have to see though wont we?" He shrugs and I fiddle in his pockets, pulling out what looks like a foil wrapped tuna and pickle sandwich. I want to cry for the boy. I'd rather go starving than eat tuna and pickle, but then it occurs to me that maybe he likes this stuff. So I decide to ask: "Is this to your taste?"

"What do you mean?" Fred moves around a bit beneath me.

I flip the bread over in my hands and inspect how the light hit's the foil wrap. "Do you like tuna and pickle?"

He laughs somewhat. "Well not really, but it's food right?"

I nod at the statement. "Is it all you have?"

"Yeah." He takes a while before answering and I can feel he's getting quite uncomfortable with the topic. Discussing whether he likes tuna and pickle could easily turn into a conversation about his family situation, and I wouldn't want to dig that up. Everyone knows about the Weasely's and their hard way of living. I always try to dodge the topic as much as possible.

I sit up and face Fred, his eyes follow me and I try to give him a reassuring smile. "Well if you get fed up with it you can always share with me." I hand him back his sandwich.

He opens his mouth to answer but is cut off by a terribly loud thwart. At the disturbance there's an up roar from the rest of our friends. I turn around to see what the fuss is about, and funnily enough it's all directed at George.

"GEORGE!" Katie bellows, pinching her nose and flagging at the air with her other hand.

"What?" He retorts. "It's only natural!"

"You bloody stink!" Alicia shouts, the most disgusted expression assembled on her face.

Fred and Lee begin to guffaw so loudly I can hardly hear the train move. I'm a little confused as to what's going on until the smell actually hits me and in shock I inhale it. My eyes water and I cough franticly to try and get the taste off my tongue. "Merlin George your insides smell like a shit blocked sewage!"

"Oi!" He wags a finger at me. "None of that missy. Mum gave us a full English for breakfast this morning." I'm too focused on pulling open the window to listen to him waffle.

Alicia takes a deep breath and steam seems to shoot out of her ears. Any time something seemingly repulsive happens that could have been helped, one should always look up to Alicia to make the biggest fuss over it. I can just tell she's going to grow up like one of those woman who have to have everything pretty and perfect. If she ever does get together with George I now know she'll have him install some sort of air freshener in each room. She shouts so loudly her voice croaks at the bitter end. "NEXT TIME YOU KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO FART, LEAVE THE BLOODY COMPARTMENT!"