Author's Note: Holy crap, I am so sorry you think I abandoned this story, but real life gave me a beating. It's been so long that I'm now a college graduate. Crazy right? Anyway, I really want to continue this story…. hopefully at a faster pace than usual. Review please!

Of Silver and Gold

Chapter 43: Separation & The Press

Another chapter on transfiguring essay to write; Angel huffed softly as she dipped her quill again into her scroll. It was a good thing this was due next week because a ten thousand word essay on the components of conjuration wasn't going to write itself. And while she did enjoy that branch of transfiguration, she didn't think spending her whole weekend working on it was ideal either. Finishing her paragraph, she went back to position one: reading.

"You would never believe the newest piece of Gossip Angel!" Pansy screeched as she opened the younger girl's dorm.

Angel lifted her head from her book and raised her brow wondering what she could possibly be told. Gossip was never her strong point; the idea of hearing gossip meant that you had to remember who the hell the people were. She was bad at memorizing people's names. Still, the shock and weird giddiness in Pansy's voice caught her interest. After all, if it was a normal gossip she wouldn't have gone to her, but rather Daphne. Closing her book, Angel moved her pile of scrolls from her bed and patted it inviting Pansy to sit down. Pansy didn't need to be told twice and hopped on, barely containing herself.

"Spill Pans" Angel said amused.

"Well...if you must know, Rita Skeeter's article about Granger and Potter's torrid love affair" Pansy began with quotation marks around love affair, "Well the repercussions are hitting that Mudblood real bad."

Angel didn't really know what to say. Despite the fact that she knew that Harry wasn't interested in Hermione, it still wedged a whole of insecurity about how people talked about how obvious it was. They were close; best friends Harry had said, and yet people made her insecurity all the clearer. She didn't particularly like the girl, and the feeling was mutual. Their disdain spread from their cultures, beliefs, and most importantly, social standing. Hermione didn't understand how things weren't so simple as the brilliant but stupid girl believed for it to be. And Angel wasn't going to do anything about it. She knew that she should have simply told Pansy that she wasn't interested in knowing, but if Harry was involved…well it mattered.

"How bad?"

"Bad as in hate mail, and get this" Pansy leaned closer as if to whisper despite the fact they were alone, "she got a pus hex on her! People are attacking her for hurting Harry, and also for tricking Viktor. Can you believe it?!"

Angel's eyes widened at the thought of that poor bumbling bush-headed girl having to deal with that and winced. People were sending that poor girl so much mail, she could only imagine how worried Harry was for her friend.

"That's awful"

"-But hilarious!" Pansy said amused, "I mean at first I felt bad but at the same time, who opens mail from unknown people?!"

She couldn't help but snort at the comment; that was true. Being raised in a pureblood household made them be less trusting to mail. Hate mail could come during hard economic times, usually filled with warnings and empty promises. Her father always burned them and called the senders savages. At an early age is when Angel noticed that no one even hesitated.

"She's not like us Pans she's…a muggleborn and terribly naïve of our world. I feel for her.."

"You do?!"

She shrugged. It was only with her best friend she could admit that.

"Well, imagine someone sending you hate mail for being with Draco?"

Pansy wrinkled her nose and laid herself on the bed quietly. This was a first; Angel leaned forward to stare at her only for her to open her eyes wide and make eye contact. She jumped back as the older girl sat up and as she huffed and crossed her arms, Angel waited.

"That wouldn't happen to me" Pansy said firmly

"That's what took you so long?"

"Well" Pansy huffed, "I tried to think up any scenario that involved me being sent hate mail for being with Draco and none made sense. I deserve him; I've worked hard to keep him happy and in turn me. I make him better and he does me. I'm not like Granger; I'm beautiful, have good breeding and plus I-"

"- I think you missed my point completely, but I'm glad you're happy with Dray?" Angel said amused. "Point is, imagine the times we've read gossip magazine, imagine how much of that was fake and we never knew"

"But-"

"Look at poor Granger, the first time a boy pays attention to her and it's probably being strained by the rumor with Harry" Angel shrugged.

"Viktor Krum no longer seems as desirable anymore"

"Oh?"

"If he has tastes for Granger, then he has awful taste"

At that comment, Angel couldn't help but start laughing, soon to be joined by Pansy. She couldn't help but feel bad for Granger, but that never meant a newly formed partnership. Oh no. The mule was still disliked by Angel.

"Pans, just promise me to lay off the girl for a bit okay? It's bad enough the world hates her for this fake sob story, don't make it more painful"

"Why must you ruin my fun?!" Pansy whined.

Angel sighed. She knew that Harry would be mad if Granger kept getting hate mail, and all the more if the people around her also made her life miserable.

"I just...have some sympathy for the girl. She's already ugly Pans, why also hurt her emotionally"

"Ugh! Fine!"

Angel smiled. She didn't' find Granger actually horrible to look at, but she knew she could get Pansy to agree this way. It was simple manipulation to get what she wanted.

"On another note, Pans did you ever write an essay on conjuration?

"On what?"

"Nevermind"

…

Harry wondered what the hell he got himself into as he was asked by Viktor if they could talk in private. He wasn't sure what to feel, after all the boy…(if he could call Viktor a boy), didn't particularly talk to him. Also, Angel and Hermione, and the rest of the girl population found the older boy to be handsome; he still didn't see it. Last time he'd asked Angel simply laughed and kissed him softly. But as they walked deeper into the forest, he wondered what was happening.

"What're we going this way for?"

"Von't want to be overheard" Viktor gruffly commented.

And Harry found himself to be a bit more worried. If was like those horror movies where you were killed without being heard calling for help. 'You're being an idiot' a voice strangely like Angel commented in his head. In his thoughts he didn't even notice they hit a clearing, and the older boy was ready to talk.

"I vant to know" he said glowering, "vot is there between you and Hermy-own-ninny?"

At first Harry was confused. They walked all this way for this conversation? Just to talk about Hermione? He was amazed at this eighteen-year-old boy still being a simple as any other teen. Harry merely shook his head.

"We're just friends" he said confidently, "she's not my girlfriend, she never has and won't ever be. It's just Skeeter that's making everything up"

"Hermy-own-ninny talks about you very often" Viktor murmured.

Harry blushed at that comment. He knew Hermione was far too mothering too him; he could only wonder what she had said to Krum. She needed to realize that perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing.

"Yeah I mean, we're best friends"

He couldn't quite believe he was having this conversation with Viktor Krum, the famous International Quidditch player. It was as though the eighteen-year-old Krum thought he. Harry, was an equal - a real rival – he could practically feel Angel rolling her eyes at this but he didn't care.

"You haff never . . . you haff not..."

"No," said Harry very firmly."Plus I kinda have a girlfriend"

Krum looked slightly happier. He stared at Harry for a few seconds, then said,

"You fly very veil. I vos votching at the first task."

"Thanks," said Harry, grinning broadly and suddenly feeling much taller himself.

They began to talk as friends, well no, as a normal teenagers should. They talked about sports, what they admired about one another and complimenting each other when it was rightfully deserved. It was until they were interrupted that the tide began to turn.

…

Where was Harry? Angel walked around the floor as casually as she could hoping they wouldn't think that she was waiting for someone. Malfoys never waited; yet there she was pacing back and forth wondering if he forgot. What if something happened to him? Merlin she needed to calm down. But as she turned the corner once more she crashed right into a slightly pudgy boy. She made a noise of discontent as she fell backwards, but thankfully her arm was grabbed before she actually fell. She sighed in relief and tugged her arm back softly.

"Thanks I suppose I didn't look where I was going" she murmured as she checked if she was a mess or not.

"So you can be nice…Harry wasn't lying"

Angel lifted her head immediately looking surprised only to see Neville in front of her. She was a bit embarrassed at being caught on the Gryffindor floor, apologizing to the pudgy boy. She really was losing it.

"Potter…he's in there with the golden trio?" she asked casually.

Neville tilted his head confused at her being so shy about her admission. Harry had told him they were going out, so why act so casual.

"You know I know about you and-"

"Shh!" she hissed, "The walls have ears"

Both of them looked around wondering if there was anyone actually listening. With the secrets being revealed it wouldn't surprise her. Neville leaned down to the shorter girl.

"Harry is not permitted to leave tonight; something happened in the Forbidden forest and he was asked to stay."

Angel looked worried and Neville couldn't help but realize this girl genuinely cared for his friend.

"Is he-"

"He's fine, he was just there when they were attacked. Crouch is missing and Krum was knocked unconscious. Harry was there so for his safety he's stuck up there"

Angel nodded, appreciative of Neville trying to soothe her nerves. She ignored the fact his hand had rested on her shoulder and instead looked up at him to see if he was lying.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked.

"I could ask you the same, except I know it's because you care"

She couldn't help but smile sincerely and Neville got a glimpse of why Harry was so infatuated. When she smiled her eyes brightened and she looked like a doll. He flushed lightly and smiled back.

"You're a good friend Longbotton, I promise I'll get my brother to leave you alone for a bit" she murmured in return. "Just tell Harry to send me an owl if he can. I just don't want to worry."

He laughed softly and she grinned back at him amused. But as the doors of the Gryffindor dorms opened both froze as they saw Ron, Hermione and Ginny walked out talking amongst themselves. That is until they saw Angel and Neville talking. Their talking ceased and they looked at the odd scene before them. They seemed like they were talking amongst themselves, very secretive.

"Got a boyfriend now Malfoy?" Ginny sneered.

Neville began to turn to an unappealing shade of red and Angel looked as if the joke wasn't even said in the first place. Ron laughed at his sister's joke and Hermione tsked about how they were going to get into trouble. Placing a hand against Neville's chest she pressed him against the wall and turned to look at them.

Despite the shorter stature she seemed like a predator and Neville her prey. He for the most part was nervous and his hands were out in a surrender pose. It was actually impressive how she shifted into a darker person; her eyes darkened, her sweet smile shifted to an awful smirk, and her nails dug a bit tighter than before. As her brown eyes turned to face the trio she chuckled.

"What Weasley? Are you nervous that I'm stealing yours? Sorry, I don't do sloppy seconds." She smirked seeing Ginny turning an awful shade of red, "and you're very sloppy. But if you must know, I'm merely a messenger. My dearest brother simply wanted to send a little something to Longbottom here. Seemed that my brother was in a good mood too since he sent me and not Blaise" Neville flinched at the mention of Blaise. "But now I get to leave"

Moving back she smirked at Neville and turned to walk away ,leaving the trio behind looking confused. Before they could say anything, Angel turned around and called out:

"Heard about your hands Granger, fame can be hard can't it?" she teased, "hope your romance goes well"

Hermione growled and they moved over to help Neville, her own cheeks red in embarrassment. Merlin everyone knew about it didn't they?! Neville on the other hand looked like he was coming around. But in his mind he ran other the whole scenario in his head. She wasn't as bad as he once thought. He almost smiled at the thought of telling Harry that she was worried over him.

…

Two Weeks Later…

Ever since that awful incident, Hermione and Ron followed Harry everywhere he went. Sirius had suggested that they do that to keep him safe, but this was getting ridiculous. Ever since he wasn't allowed to leave the castle, the grounds called out to him all the more. Worst of all, he couldn't even see Angel whatsoever. He had sent her an owl telling her about everything, and she merely stated that it was better if he stayed safe, and that they owed Neville for calming her down. That was a weird friendship, but there was some kind of mutual respect there.

He missed talking to her he supposed, after all his day was filled with classes, practicing spells and defensive charms with Hermione and Ron. It wasn't the same. He often saw her, sometimes she would purposely walk with Pansy in front of his window, chatting casually. He would make eye contact and she would smile softly and wave before Pansy pulled her away. Or Luna would walk over and hand him a snack bag; it was only until he opened it he realized it was a note from her with biscuits that he would need to training. And the note always had a tiny heart and the letter A. This was killing him.

"Come on, let's keep trying!" Hermione ordered and both Ron and Harry groaned. Poor Ron, always being the guinea pig.

….

Angel meanwhile tried to focus on her studies because if she kept thinking about Harry she would go crazy. It was pathetic really, even Pansy thought so, and that was where she knew it was bad. So she read more books, advanced in her homework and most importantly, didn't think about Harry.

Pansy kept her busy enough with capturing gossip here or there. She even talked more (if possible) about anything and everything to keep Angel busy. If she was busy with Draco, Luna happily came over and they played and chatted about anything. It had been two weeks of them not even having time to send Owls. The last one was a quick messy chicken scratch of a letter, telling her that Hermione and Ron kept asking too many questions about who he was sending correspondence to. She promised herself she wouldn't get jealous. Why would she when she knew where they stood. They were fine.

"Would you stop daydreaming?!" Draco immediately screeched hitting her head softly with a book.

Angel jumped and glared at her brother.

"Honestly it's annoying us that you can't say a damn thing. I bet you even missed what I said before didn't you?"

She had been caught and had the decency to blush. Draco and her were slowly losing touch, whether it was age, or the fact that her thoughts revolved around Harry, they weren't as close. They loved each other dearly, but she could never trust him with her secret.

"No…want to repeat it?"

"Potter passed out during Divination" the glee in his voice was obvious.

Pansy's hand immediately grabbed Angel's leg to stop her from reacting so obviously. Angel looked surprised but merely raised her eyebrow signaling him to keep talking.

"Well we weren't really paying attention to what was happening-"

"Naturally" Angel interrupted.

"Yeah naturally" Draco repeated, "Anyway right before we could do the stupid task, Potter just fell over and began to scream clutching his forehead. The drama queen"

Angel's grip on her drink tightened considerably, but Draco didn't even notice. It was Pansy that was trying to calm her down. Was Harry okay?

"-And then he says he only has a headache and walks off to the hospital. It's so like him to do it to get out of the class. That no good git that-"

She stopped listening as he kept rambling. Pansy took over commenting here or there to keep it all going. Was there something that he was hiding from her? She frowned at the thought, but before she could realize what was happening, Draco ran off with Blaise, leaving the girls alone.

"This is bad" Pansy murmured.

"Hmm?"

"You didn't listen to a thing that Draco said did you?"

"No not really, do you think Harry is okay?" she asked softly.

Pansy felt bad for Angel, she really did. Falling for the Boy-Who-Lived came with a lot of baggage, something that Pansy wasn't sure that her friend knew. Every year something worse happened and it just didn't seem fair for her to be this way. She didn't hate Potter herself, in fact she thought that he was very special if he caught Angel's eyes. But he would hurt her, that much was clear. She only looked at the way Angel clutched her drink looking at Pansy.

"He always is" Pansy said rubbing her friend's back. "But I'm telling you now that the faster the tournament ends the better. You can't keep going on like this…you're not being yourself! All your thoughts are about Potter..Have you ever thought about just telling Draco about everything?"

Angel looked up at her sharply once she heard the question. Could she really tell Draco about this? How she loved Harry and that she didn't see it ending any time soon? What if he told father? Oh she'd be dead. Yes it was Harry Potter, but he was a halfblood and she'd sully the-…well she wouldn't sully anything.

"He'd tell father and that'd be the end for me" she replied, "Draco hates him and the feeling is definitely mutual." She sighed, "I just…he'd be so disappointed in me"

Pansy frowned and pulled her closer.

"He loves you so much you know? He'd be crazy to ignore you or betray you in any way."

"Wouldn't what I'm doing be considered betrayal?"

"For a bit" Pansy replied honestly, "but I doubt he'd hate you forever, and plus, he's not stupid enough to ignore the fact that the name Potter comes with a lot of benefits. Will they become friends? Oh no, but he'd try."

"I'll….I'll think about it Pans" Angel said unsure of herself. "But can I ask you a favor about summer break?"

"Sure?"

"You see…Harry invited me to visit him during the summer" she didn't add Sirius, "and I need an excuse to leave for a week." Pansy's eyes bugged out at the mention of spending a week with Harry. "can I just use your usual lone trip on the cruise line as a ruse? It's only a week and I'll apparate to the cruise line after it. I was invited for the whole summer but I can't. Too risky. Can you please help?"

Pansy looked at her stunned. Was that really a smart thing to do? The idea of her friend going off to spend a week with a teenage boy was…improper. The thought of her and Draco doing the same sounded like a dream, but the repercussions wasn't something she was comfortable thinking about.

"You're going alone?" she asked.

"There will be adults" Angel shifted.

"Muggles?!" Pansy screeched.

"Merlin no!" she replied horrified. "Just…"

"Angel…" Pansy began, "if you're not honest with me I can't help you"

"It's with Sirius Black" she blurted, "a week, he's acquitted, and well he'll see that we're proper and safe and just…Professor Lupin too"

"Oh Merlin…a werewolf and a convict?! I don't know…"

"Please, this means so much to me. That's his family you know.."

Pansy took a deep breath, "I don't know if you should go for the whole week. Two days maybe?"

"Six days"

"Three days"

"Six days"

"Four days?"

"Five days" both blurted together. Both having agreed, Angel smiled.

"So you got me covered?"

"I'm too good of a friend to you" Pansy sniffed.

Angel merely hugged her tight and grinned. "I love you"

….

The next morning, Angel hummed with excitement at the prospect of going five whole days with her real father and Harry. She ignored all the insecurities for the merely thought of being free to learn about them in a different atmosphere than school. As she walked into the Great Hall, she noticed something was off. Draco seemed humming with his own excitement and Blaise was the same. Both waited for the owls to come and bring them the newspaper. Pansy was confused but curious as well. As soon as she sat down, she began to grab breakfast. The boys both fought to open the newspaper and they grinned brightly. Pansy and Angel weren't about to ask.

The conversation went on as usual, that is until Draco and Blaise stood up.

She looked up confused as she saw them looking so proud of themselves. That is when she noticed that they were looking directly at Harry. The grip on her fork tightened knowing that this would be bad. Granger spit on the newspaper and she looked on disgusted. Harry didn't look amused and grabbed the newspaper. This is what her brother was waiting for.

"Hey, Potter! Potter! How's your head? You feeling all right? Sure you're not going to go berserk on us?"

Draco was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet too. Slytherins up and down the table were sniggering, twisting in their seats to see Harry's reaction. Angel looked around realizing everyone had a Dailey Prophet as their mail. That was not normal. And their sniggering made her realize she was out of the loop. Taking the newspaper from Greengrass, she began to read.

"HARRY POTTER "DISTURBED AND DANGEROUS"

The boy who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is unstable and possibly dangerous,

writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Alarming evidence has recently come to light about Harry Potter's strange behavior,

which casts doubts upon his suitability to compete in a demanding competition

like the Triwizard Tournament, or even to attend Hogwarts School.

Potter, the Daily Prophet can exclusively reveal, regularly collapses at school, and is often heard to complain of pain in the scar on his forehead (

relic of the curse with which You-Know-Who attempted to kill him). On Monday last, midway through a Divination lesson,

your Daily Prophet reporter witnessed Potter storming from the class, claiming that his scar was hurting too badly to continue studying.

It is possible, say top experts at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, that Potters brain was affected

by the attack inflicted upon him by You- Know-Who, and that his insistence that

the scar is still hurting is an expression of his deep-seated confusion.

"He might even be pretending," said one specialist. "This could be a plea for attention."

The Daily Prophet, however, has unearthed worrying facts about Harry Potter that Albus Dumbledore,

Headmaster of Hogwarts, has carefully concealed from the wizarding public.

"Potter can speak Parseltongue," reveals Draco Malfoy, a Hogwarts fourth year.

"There were a lot of attacks on students a couple of years ago, and most people thought Potter was behind them

after they saw him lose his temper at a dueling club and set a snake on my was all hushed up, though.

But he's made friends with werewolves and giants too. We think he'd do anything for a bit of power."

"I was so scared of being bitten; Potter is a loose cannon" Angel Malfoy, third year states.

Her big brown eyes looking frightened as she says this. This reporter thinks that it still haunts this beauty.

Parseltongue, the ability to converse with snakes, has long been considered a Dark

Art. Indeed, the most famous Parselmouth of our times is none other than You- Know-Who himself.

A member of the Dark Force Defense League, who wished to remain unnamed,

stated that he would regard any wizard who could speak Parseltongue

"as worthy of investigation. Personally, I would be highly suspicious of anybody who could converse with snakes,

as serpents are often used in the worst kinds of Dark Magic, and are historically associated with evildoers."

Similarly, "anyone who seeks out the company of such vicious creatures as werewolves

and giants would appear to have a fondness for violence."

Albus Dumbledore should surely consider whether a boy such as this should be allowed to compete in the Triwizard Tournament.

Some fear that Potter might resort to the Dark Arts in his desperation to win the tournament,

the third task of which takes place this evening.-

Angel was in shock at the fact that this was actually happening. She looked as the people she called friends were making fun of Harry by making faces and hissing at him. She frowned and felt so bad for Harry. Her cheeks began to redden in anger; her brother mentioned something private about Harry and dragged her into it. She had never even talked to Rita Skeeter and seeing her name there made her horrified to think that Harry believed it.

"Draco I never said this" she said softly.

"I told her she could use your name as needed"

She was furious; how dare her simply use her as a pawn?! He had no right to even think about her well-being. She wasn't going to stand for this.

"Draco," she said forcefully, so much so that he actually looked taken aback. "You can do whatever pranks you want, but never drag me into anything without my consent. You know how I hate this woman yet you didn't think of me when you agreed to this." Throwing the paper to the table she grabbed her things. "I honestly can't even look at you right now."

It infuriated her all the more as Draco merely shrugged her off and began to taunt Harry from across the floor. She tried to make eye contact with Harry, but he was glaring at the gang as they hissed and pretending to be hypnotized. Covering her face, Pansy tsked softly at the boys asking them to stop embarrassing them.

She wanted to talk to him, to ask him for forgiveness on behalf of her brother and tell him she would never say anything private to the press. She looked from her hands to see that Professor McGonagall was talking to Harry. This was her opportunity. As she got up she grabbed the newspaper and walked out determined to talk to Harry if it was the last thing she would do. As she began to walk, someone stopped her: Professor McGonagall. With a stern glare, Angel stopped and looked torn. Or be rude and risk losing points our wait until the woman had something to say. She picked the latter and as the professor handed her a note she looked confused.

"Do me a favor Miss Malfoy. Since you are on your way out, I need you to deliver this to the Headmaster at the champions booth. I assume it is on your way?"

Angel blushed at the implications and nodded before rushing out of the doors. Professor McGonagall smiled before acting as if nothing happened.

She rushed towards the end of the hall and waited patiently. Soon enough he was walking as though his shoes carried more weight than he could comfortably walk in. Gripping the newspaper softly she waited for him to notice her. She was horrified to think that he would hate her or worse want to end what they had.

But as he looked up he looked relieved and walked to her. Rushing to meet him halfway she clung to him as he pulled them behind a statue. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly as he pulled her close and hugged her tightly.

"I swear I didn't say that! I've never talked to her before." she began to explain, "I'm so sorry! I would never-"

Her words were interrupted as he kissed her. It was good at distracting her and she was left in a bit of a daze. He merely pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her against.

"I know" he murmured, "You wouldn't…I believe you"

She gripped him tightly and merely let him hold her. He missed her and she had him, it seemed like no matter what happened, they were okay. She leaned against the wall as he leaned against her. She wondered what he was thinking, but didn't want to ruin this moment. She was pathetic, the way that she had missed him because he was training for the tournament showed how selfish she was. She heard him sigh and before she could ask he began to talk.

"The third task is tonight" he murmured softly, "Professor McGonagall told the champions that their families are waiting since they will be in the champions booth. I-I doubt anybody is there for me."

Pulling back to get a better look at him, she frowned at the way he spoke. Did he not understand how much he mattered? Sliding her hands down she rubbed his chest lightly and leaned up to kiss him softly. As he pulled back he kissed her cheek.

"You should be there" he said suddenly.

Her eyes widened and she forced herself to reject him. How could she even begin to be okay with the line of questioning? Her brother? Family? The press? Oh it'd be a death sentence.

"I-"

"I know" he said, "but you should be there, if you could. " he sighed, "I should probably go, get over this awkward situation all together"

"I can go with you" she said suddenly. Seeing how confused he was, she smiled softly, "Professor McGonagall asked me to deliver something to the Headmaster. He happens to be at the Champion's booth so how about you and me-"

"I'd love to" he said smiling brightly.,

Hooking her arm around his they chatted as they walked along. They knew the halls were empty because of breakfast and Harry couldn't be happier. This was their time together, and at this moment he had someone for support. As they walked they caught up, he showed off by telling her of his means of training. Angel in returned boosted up his ego telling him how amazing he was. He knew that she was teasing, but part of her meant it.

As they reached their goal, they kissed one last time before letting go of one another. Getting themselves ready, they were shocked as Cedric opened the door immediately and grinned.

"Oh good you're here Harry! We're waiting for you!"

Harry looked confused but walked in, only to turn back to see Angel. She smiled and gave him a sign to enjoy it. This was his moment. Looking unsure she waited at the door frame as the scene before her played out.

At first Harry seemed so lost, and somewhat sad. Viktor Krum had his two parents talking; Fleur had her sister and her parents speaking rapidly in French. Cedric had his parents looking proud at their son. But Harry had no one…wait. Angel smiled softly seeing the surprise that Harry was oblivious to. There near the fireplace were the Weasleys, she never cared for them, but she knew how much they loved Harry. But her eyes moved quickly as she saw Remus Lupin and Sirius talking amongst themselves. It seemed that Sirius was a free man and could visit his godson. As soon as Harry turned the bombarding greetings began.

"Surprise!" Mrs. Weasley chirped. "We thought we'd come and watch you Harry!"

He was pulled into a hug and he hugged back, blushing briefly as Mrs. Weasley gave him a big kiss. Mr. Weasley was next with a big pat on the back and a thousand watt smile only to be followed by Bill Weasley who chatted about something. Angel looked on proud of him for having found his own family. Her eyes brightened as the "red sea" parted and there were the two people Harry was least expecting to see.

Harry was gobsmacked; Remus and Sirius were there for him. The shock lasted for only a few seconds before he launched himself and hugged both of them. Sirius ruffled Harry's hair and pulled him close to a hug only for Remus to nudge him over to hug Harry and catch up.

Sirius looked up and saw Angel leaning against the doorframe smiling. She hadn't even noticed how he was staring. All he saw was a miniature version of his wife; the way her gaze had softened at seeing the reunion before her. The small wistful smile so fitting to her yet so foreign. Her arms were crossed, a scroll popping out of her satchel. He wondered what she was doing there, and then their eyes met. She looked surprise at first , frightened, but then as he lifted his hand nervously to greet her, something changed. Her confused expression changed and she saw a half smile, as she shyly lifted her hand to return the greeting. This was their first step. Sirius gave her an even bigger smile only for it to be hidden as Dumbledore stood in front of the girl.

"Miss Malfoy what brings you here?" he asked, the twinkle in his eye was clear that he saw the interaction.

She flushed slightly before answering.

"Professor McGonagall asked me to bring you this scroll." She said taking it out of her satchel, "that's all sir."

Opening the scroll he began to read it, and she wondered if she should just leave.

"Ah good, well Miss Malfoy, aren't you lucky?"

"I beg your pardon?" she asked confused.

"It seems Minerva has chosen you to do some reporting for the school newspaper. Isn't that great?"

"Excuse me?" she was still confused.

"It's all fine, my dear. You will come here an hour before the tournament and watch the tournament from the champion's booth. You will write your opinion on it and watch the final task here. Is that a problem?"

Angel looked at the old wizard suspiciously, this was too good to be true. She almost wanted to ask what more was included, but at the opportunity of talking to Sirius….

"I'll do it"

Dumbledore smiled proud of himself, and Angel couldn't help but think this was a trap. She couldn't wait to tell Harry, but… maybe after he finishes his reunion.

"I'll be back later Headmaster"

"Of course you will my dear."