A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed again!!! This chapter takes place just a few weeks after the previous one—during the Chapter "The Seven Potters" in Book 7. WARNING!!!! BOOK 7 SPOILERS!!!!!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 6

"Hey Ange! Open up!" A voice shouted from outside followed by a pounding on the front door.

Angelina jumped in shock at the sudden noise, as she was comfortably adapted to the constant silence this Saturday was bringing. Some boiling tea splashed onto her hands from the teapot she was lifting off the stove.

"Damn!" She cursed, dropping the kettle on the stove with a clatter. She was also adapting shockingly decent to life as a Muggle—something that completely terrified her; she was starting to worry that she wouldn't be able to do magic when she tried to. That could be extremely dangerous if she ever needed to defend herself. To make herself feel safer, she started to carry her wand with her around the house along with the mirror. This proved to be a bad thing: having her wand out constantly was making her itch to use it. Angelina grabbed an ice cube to hold against the burn and stomped over to the door.

"Who is it?" She snapped.

"Lee Jordan."

"What are you doing to my bloody life?" She asked a security question, unable to resist.

"I'm protecting it." The voice called from behind the door. "So one day when this war ends you will still be alive to have many offspring and years of marriage with Fred Weasley."

"No. Wrong answer wanker, try again." She said.

"I'm torturing you and sucking the ever-living life and happiness out of it." Lee said, after a sigh.

"Correct." Angelina said, feeling pathetic that she was actually taking pleasure out of being mean to Lee. She unbolted the door and opened it.

"My, my, what's that smell?" She asked, mock-curiously, sniffing around the open door after Lee clambered in. "Oh! It's oxygen. Forgot what that was almost. Do you smell that, Lee?"

"No." He said unsmiling.

Angelina sighed and plopped down onto the sofa and motioned for him to sit down in the rocking chair he was next to.

"Ok Lee. I'm sorry." She said robotically.

"No, Angelina. I think you're being ungrateful." He said, looking frustrated. "This isn't easy for anyone. Everyone's making sacrifices, and I think that staying in doors and not using magic is a small one, with all the protection I'm giving you and your mum."

"You're right, Lee. Thanks. I'm sorry." Angelina mumbled, feeling a tad guilty.

"I mean, you're both safe and not hurt, so…" He continued, but stopped when Angelina shoved her blistering and bubbling burn in his face. He winced and gently took her hand in his to examine it closely.

"I know. Shame I can't do magic." She said. Lee hastily pulled out his wand. "Hey! You're in my house! You can't do it either!" She pulled her hand out of his reach as he put his wand away, knowing Lee would be tortured by the fact she was in pain.

Lee suddenly looked lost in thought and deeply troubled by something.

"Alright Lee, do you want some tea? I might still have enough for both of us, even though my skin absorbed some." She said, adopting a friendlier tone and walking into the kitchen.

"Sure."

She returned a moment later with two cups and saw he still looked bummed.

"Merlin, Lee, I was joking." Angelina said. He appeared to not have heard this. "Is everything alright? Is there something you need?"

At these words, lee looked up at her and forced a smile.

"I'm fine Angie. Thanks." He replied. "I have something to tell you."

"Ok." She said, feeling uneasy.

"I've decided to start a wireless Radio Program!" He explained, looking torn between excitement and caution.

"That's great!" Angelina exclaimed, a bit puzzled.

"Yeah! I've got it all arranged—magically—so I'm on the air, but I haven't had my first broadcast yet. I'm going to report the news—the real news. You know, about what You-Know-Who's up to."

"Oh. Well that's great! I'm sure the Prophet is a load of rubbish now. You'd be perfect for it too, Lee." She said, still a bit confused. "Although, you know this is going to be dangerous. You-Know-Who will be after you, for standing up to him."

"Yeah." Lee said, now avoiding her glance. "That's why… I'm leaving. It won't be safe here. I'm going to be moving constantly, actually."

The words were sinking in.

"So… you won't be… trying to keep me and mum safe anymore… I see." She said, slowly standing up and walking to the door.

"Now listen, Ang, this is so important. And your house is safe—I've just finished putting Protective Charms around the boundaries. You're safe, trust me." He insisted, as he followed her and pulled her away from the door. She turned on him and pulled away.

"Don't touch me, now. The program's going to be great, Lee, really." She spoke evenly, trying to remain calm and focusing on not hitting him. "If you're going to leave, then, go now. Fred asked you to protect me. You said yes… And now you're leaving. You're breaking your word to him."

"It's not like that!" Lee yelled offended.

"And this is all right after you march in here talking all about protecting us and how I'm only making small sacrifices and how I'm ungrateful! Making me feel guilty! I guess it was you who was feeling guilty—saying all that bullshit!"

"I protected you for almost over a year! I gave up having a life myself, you couldn't expect me to devote my life to you forever!" Lee shouted.

"You gave up your life? You still carried on with your job and went out constantly! You weren't really here protecting me! The most you did was visit once in a while! No wonder Uncle Miles died on your watch—you weren't watching him!" She retorted.

"Oh, not this again! You're acting crazy!"

"Crazy? Yeah, I must be crazy after being trapped in this house all year!"

"I'm not going to take this! All year you were being so rude to the person keeping you alive!"

"What? Fred's been—"

"Fred! Yeah. Where is Fred? He arranged a bodyguard when he could have moved in with you here! And protected you!"

"Hey!" Angelina shouted, her eyes burning with tears in spite of her anger. "He has a shop to run! And he's made me feel safer then you have this year, even from miles away!"

"Exactly! I have a job to do, too!"

"And you have friends! You promised Fred!" A tear spilled down her cheek. "Fred's going t-to be furious!" She said, whipping out her mirror and shouting Fred's name.

"Hey! Put that away or I'm gone!" Lee hollered threateningly with his hand on the doorknob.

But Angelina was already distracted. Harry's face—not Fred's—appeared in the mirror.

"Harry, what--?" She asked.

"No, Angel, it's me!" Harry's reflection shouted. And in the background was sky. A dark cloaked figure streaked out behind him. Angelina shrieked.

"Harry—I mean Fred, what the hell's going on?!" She screamed, unaware of the silent stream of tears pouring down her face.

"I'm ok!" Harry's reflection wavered from the mirror, as if he swerved violently on a broom. "Don't worry!"

"Fred! Bloody hell! Put that damned thing away now!" Arthur Weasley's voiced roared.

And before Fred could respond, a blast of green light went flying past Fred's arm and the next moment the reflection she saw was her own.

Angelina was numb. She felt an arm go around her and tears roll down her cheeks. 'Nothing happened.' She told herself. 'He's ok.'

"I'm sure Fred's fine, Angel. Don't worry." Lee said gently.

Angelina pulled away and whipped out her wand before Lee finished talking. Her eyes were full of rage behind the tears.

"Impedimenta!" She cried with a swish of her wand. A weak shower of sparks fell from her wand, leaving herself and Lee—who was in mid-flinch—looking stunned.

Angelina punched him in the eye instead.

"How dare you!" She cried. "At a time like this… After you just broke your promise to him!"

Lee still looked shocked.

"Fred calls me Angel!" She snapped.

"I… hadn't noticed. I was… I'm sorry." Lee stuttered, his face falling. He hadn't noticed.

"I don't want to hear it now! You've even turned me into a Muggle! Not doing magic for a year!" She sputtered, grasping for straws and sinking to the floor.

"Ang…" He said, taking a step towards her. She shook her head.

"Lee, you need to leave." She said.

And he was gone, leaving Angelina even more alone and miserable. Clutching the mirror and her useless wand, she wandered up to her mum's room to watch her sleep. Any company was good company. She was going to wait for Fred's face to appear in the mirror—no matter how long it took.

She opened the door of her mother's bedroom and was surprised to find her awake. Maria was sitting up in bed, with her back to the door, and she appeared to be holding something.

"Hey mum. Whatcha got there?" Angelina asked, sitting down next to her. Her mother tried to hide what appeared to be an edition of the Daily Prophet newspaper. Angelina took it from her and examined it. It was today's paper. But they weren't supposed to be using owls. Ever since Dumbledore's death, they upped security, and Lee decided that even owls would attrack unwanted attention.

"Why do you have this, mum?" She asked skimming a headline reporting that Harry Potter was wanted for questioning about the death of Alubs Dumbledore.

"Oh dear. I didn't want you to know. You're so young! You shouldn't be worrying about the war, or who might be dead." Her mother smiled kindly, unable to notice that the war was making Angelina feel older and was driving her insane with worry. 'And who might be dead.'

"Well thank you, Mum. That was thoughtful." Angelina said, playing along. "Why are you getting the Prophet, though?"

"It's grown-up business. You'll understand when you're older. Your father and I just want to keep up with the times. Isn't that right, Samuel?" The old lady smiled warmly at someone who wasn't there.

Angelina sighed and looked down at the floor. There was a foot-high stack of old papers. Which meant that Angelina could have been doing magic if they were regularly getting owl post. If there was anyone trying to detect magic before, Angelina and Maria would have been dead. But she knew she shouldn't start doing magic now—if she even could. Angelina grabbed a quill and piece of parchment and quickly wrote a letter to the Prophet cancelling the subscription and sent Radva out with it. When she returned to the bed she noticed an article about Dumbledore from a paper earlier that summer. It was about Rita Skeeter's new book "The Life and Lied of Albus Dumbldore". She briefly scanned the article and finished it feeling nauseous.

No one was on their side. No one is brave enough to stand up for what they know is right.

'Lee is.' She thought to herself. Right there she began to realize that not only did Lee need to do this, but there were people who needed him to do it.

And that was what she told Fred when she finally heard him call her name from the mirror—after he described what happened to him and to George and to Moody. After she told him about her inability to do magic. After she told him that Lee was leaving to broadcast the truth and Fred loudly swore that he would murder him. Angelina calmed him down and told him that the world needed someone like Fred. Someone who would risk his life for them, like he did to protect Harry. And that person was Lee, who was risking his life to be the one person who would tell the world the truth.

And Fred understood.