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This is Angelina by Gabriella Hunter
Format: Short story collection
Chapter 1: Blood and Defiance
A/N: Hello, everyone! I've decided that I'm going to reboot this story and I hope that you guys enjoy the changes that I've made! Enjoy the first chapter and let me know what you think! This story contains profanity and violence so please be aware that this is not for anyone younger than eighteen. Much love.
Angelina Johnson sat nervously in a chair by the fire as she thought about what she would most likely have to do, without her parents knowing of course where she intended to go. They of course would not appreciate the fact that she, their only child was going back to Hogwarts, via Apparition to Hogsmeade and sneaking her way back into the school with her friend, Alicia Spinnet.
The two of them would go into hysterics if they caught a wind of what she was going to do and they would most likely try to stop her or go with her. They were former Gryffindors after all, but she couldn't risk the two of them getting hurt. Although she was half-blood and by most standards quite safe from the war that was raging, Angelina couldn't stand those silly pureblood laws that demanded that they rise above other (Muggles and Muggle-born) people and destroy them.
It was all a bunch of nonsense in her opinion but no one wanted to hear that right now so she simply sat there, worrying and waiting for her friend to arrive. Alicia would most likely be a little late, she would be making sure that her parents and siblings were taken care of first before she did anything and Angelina could understand that.
Her own parents were safely tucked away in their beds and because she knew that they would expect her to see sense. Angelina knew that they wouldn't wake up anytime soon to realize that she had, indeed, left them. It burned her heart to do it but she had to fight, she couldn't stand not knowing and waiting while friends were killed...people she had known for years and had grown to love... “Don't think about that.” She whispered desperately to herself while looking at the D.A. coin that had given the urgent message for them to assemble.
But thoughts of her other friends, Oliver Wood, Katie Bell...The Weasley twins, Fred and George, kept flashing through her mind. She had a feeling that this was going to be the night and if she lost any of them without being there, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.
Or anyone. Suddenly, there was a discreet knocking on her door and Angelina rose from her seat and held out her wand, muttering, “Bring it,” to herself. There was no telling who it could be at this hour, with Death Eaters roaming all over the town and demanding entrance to do their dirty work, it could be anyone but she wasn't going to take any chances and have them come here and hurt her family, or herself.
But when she walked over to the door and cautiously opened it, she saw no one but her dear friend Alicia Spinnet, staring up at her from under a long, black cloak. Although they had known one another on the Quidditch team for years, she had always marveled at how unbearably shy her friend could be, “Angie? It's me. Are you ready to go?” she asked in a low whisper.
Angelina blew out a sigh of relief and stepped slowly out the door and locked it as she slipped outside. For a moment they simply stared at each other, grim and silent before she engulfed her friend in a tight hug, “Thank you for coming, you didn't have to.”
“But I did have to, this might be the last time that I...” Alicia trailed off hesitantly and held her tighter. For someone who could play so viciously on the pitch, she was actually quite gentle and Angelina worried that she might be more affected by the coming events than anyone, “if something happened to any of you and I wasn't there, it would kill me.”
Angelina nodded in understanding before pulling playfully on the hood of her cloak, knowing that on any other day, she would have hated hiding her blonde hair. “Never thought I'd see you hiding your pretty face,” she teased and Alicia blushed a little and turned her nose up at her, “let's get out of here, we don't want to miss anything.” She said tightly.
Alicia watched as she turned swiftly and began placing protective charms over the small home that she had lived in all her life. It hurt to leave it behind but her parents had to be protected and the note she left would explain everything to them and if they found it and didn't faint, they would know where she was and want to join her.
But not now, she had a feeling that the beginning of this battle would get bloody and she didn't want to see them hurt. Both of them were already stressed out enough as it was, what with the Ministry of Magic so twisted and when she finished, Angelina walked a ways with Alicia in the warm night air, she had lit the fireplace earlier for something to do and to warm her cold hands.
But nothing would make it go away, not until that bastard He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was put in his place. Angelina only hoped that Harry Potter got the chance to stick it to the jerk, and she hoped, more importantly, that he didn't die in the process, the Dark Lord was very adamant about having Harry killed. That was something that she couldn't bear either, she liked the kid and she didn't want to see him hurt, he was already so kind to others and to think of that kindness stripped away from the world made her grit her teeth angrily.
Alicia suddenly snatched her hand and they hid behind an alleyway as two Death Eaters stalked by, both of them looking grim as they faded from sight. Her friend's hand was soft and warm but she could detect the faintest of tremors and gave her a supportive squeeze, “Are you ready?” she asked.
Angelina nodded once they were sure the Death Eater's were gone. Without a moments hesitation, the two of them looked at each other, and after giving her hand another squeeze, Alicia was soon transported to Hogsmeade, via side-along apparition.
And once their feet touched ground, the two of them gasped. Hogsmeade looked completely different from the last time that they had been here, the shudders of many stores were closed, buildings looked ransacked and the stench of fear was strong. Angelina pushed Alicia back a bit, “Oliver should be meeting us and then we'll head to the Hogs Head,”she whispered.
They waited against a darkened corner of a building for a long time, both of them growing concerned by the ominous sight of Hogwarts in the distance. It was so beautiful, and yet, so close to being taken away forever. Alicia suddenly swallowed hard, “Angie?”
“Are you scared?”Alicia asked around a shudder.
Angelina nodded. “Of course but we have to do what we have to do.”
“I don't want to die,” Alicia said fiercely.
“Then don't,” Angelina said shortly. A moment passed between them, a cat howled in pain and then— “Protego!” from up ahead. The two girls looked at each other for a split second before dashing up ahead, wands drawn, to see what the issue was and they stumbled a bit at the sight of Oliver Wood already battling a ferocious looking Death Eater, Katie Bell beside him.
The Death Eater looked as if he had been caught unawares, his eyes as big as saucers as he held out his wand, clumsily shouting. “Crucio—” only to have it blocked.
Katie shot a well- aimed jinx at him that he was too slow to dodge and crumpled to the ground in a heaping pile of robes. He groaned weakly, holding his chest where the spell had struck him, “I'll take care of this,” Angelina said while rushing over, wand still held high, “Stupefy,” she whispered viciously at the man.
There was a slight crack before the Death Eater fell to his side and lay still. Oliver Wood turned to look at her in relief and she saw his familiar grin spreading across his face, “So you made it, huh?” the fact that he had been with Puddlemore United since he had graduated only to return here spoke of how much Hogwarts really meant to him. When Quidditch wasn't involved, he was mild tempered and a bit more reserved than most people expected, “didn't think you'd show,” Angelina heard him say teasingly.
“Of course I made it. Don't be stupid,” Angelina said tightly while nodding at Katie Bell, who grinned at her impishly. The pair hugged tightly for a minute before she released her, staring into the familiar features that she had known for so long, “snuck away from your gran's all right?” she asked her, watching as her friend pushed a lock of brown hair behind her ear.
Katie nodded solemnly, her brown eyes a tad glassy. Her parents had died when she had been very young and her grandmother had raised her like her own ever since, “It was hard but I had to. I didn't want her worrying about me more than she has already,” she explained.
Alicia and Oliver had exchanged a quick hug but Angelina heard her friend ask, almost in a whisper that made her chest ache. “Have you heard from Lee...?” the worry in her voice could have broken anyone's heart and Angelina exchanged a look with Katie, hoping that the fear in her eyes wasn't so easily seen.
“I haven't in a few months, I'm sure he's all right. He's with the twins and they're practically triplets you know,” Oliver said to Alicia reassuringly, patting her on the shoulder. The girl bowed her head for a moment and Angelina watched her former Quidditch captain turn to the two of them, “Lee and the twins have been doing a good job with Potter Watch, I never miss it.”
Angelina had been worried about the twins and their friend Lee Jordan while they had been on the run these past few months. They had each gone their separate ways after graduation but had kept in close touch until the War had started to get out of control and she felt a pang, hoping that the three boys were unharmed, “They're a bunch of nutters but they're brave, I'll give them that,” Katie said fondly, giving Oliver a soft smile.
Oliver's cheeks turned a bit pink and he coughed stupidly in his fist. Almost as if he had forgotten, he indicated the unconscious Death Eater, “Erm, let's get out of here before more of them show up.” The four of them walked slowly and cautiously towards the Hogs Head, a place no one would have wanted to go on any other occasion.
When they knocked, there was a short pause and then the door was yanked open and they were roughly jerked inside. As soon as they were inside, they were released, “What are you all bloody doing? Coming up into my pub...” the man grumbled, who could only be Aberforth.
“We were told to come here.” Oliver said annoyingly with a frown as they watched the man shuffling about with a scowl on his craggy face. He hadn't appreciated being man handled and Angelina could see a spark of his temper flaring before Katie placed a hand on his arm, “We want to get inside of the castle.”
Aberforth grunted irritably and Angelina thought he looked a lot similar to Dumbledore, but thought that was a bit stupid. The old man glared at her for a moment as if he had read her mind before he gave a grunt of understanding, “Of course you fools do.” He nodded at a tall painting of a wan looking girl, who smiled and turned away, “Potter and his friends were here not too long ago. They wanna make a go of it.”
Alicia was shrugging out of her cloak and tossed it onto a rickety chair. There was a fierce look to her face now and Angelina sent her a smile, even as butterflies danced in her belly, “Well, its great to hear that he's alive.” She said with a relieved sigh.
Angelina nodded, her hand on her wand tight. Katie asked worriedly, “How did he look?”
“Like hell, that's how he looked!” Aberforth grunted angrily. “He looked scared, and determined and...” he hesitated before adding reluctantly. “Brave. I sent him on his way with Longbottom.”
“Longbottom?” Oliver asked in surprise. “You mean, Neville Longbottom?”
Angelina felt a moment of doubt. It was common knowledge that Neville wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box, “Are you sure that you meant Neville?” she asked in disbelief.
There was a slight creaking just then that alerted them to the portrait, which had swung open. A round faced boy was peeking his head out, “Whats that supposed to mean?” he asked indignantly.
“Nothing,” Angelina said lamely, taking in his bruised face in shock. “Hello, Neville.”
“Well, come on. I didn't want to come back but I had to make sure that you guys were all right first, you know.” Neville said with a shrug and the group hoisted themselves into the portrait hole. “I wanted to see if anymore were coming but if this is it?”
“Aren't there enough people, Neville?” Katie asked.
“There are...some people.” Neville said as they walked.
Angelina groaned inwardly. “We're outnumbered aren't we?”
“Don't be that way, Angie, it makes for better sport.” Oliver said with competitive pride.
Alicia let out a nervous breath. “Are Harry and the others really there, Neville?”
“Of course they are. Only, Harry doesn't want us to fight for him, he wants to handle this on his own, but we can't do that, we can't let him win.” Neville said fiercely.
Angelina didn't blame Harry but he was being sort of stupid about this. They had to fight, it wasn't just him that was in trouble here, there were so many other lives at stake and she just couldn't stand not knowing, “Are the Weasleys there?” Katie grinned at her. “You know, Fred and George?”
“Of course they're there, they sent for us.” Oliver reminded Angelina with a snort.
“For all we know they could have gotten delayed, Death Eaters have been watching them too, you know.” Angelina snapped back and she thought she heard Katie laugh.
Oliver gave her a dry look but didn't respond. “Yeah, they're here.” Neville said with a look over at them. “Whole family, except, you know, Ginny can't fight because she's under aged and everything.” He said.
Angelina had a feeling that Ginny was going to get her way in the end but the thought quickly passed as they finally reached the end of the long tunnel. They were all panting as they suddenly entered a large room that was packed with people from nearly every House and she felt a moment of intense pride and hope.
Harry was nowhere in sight but she spotted Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, who were whispering together and looking worried beyond belief. “What are you all doing here?” someone shouted and Angelina turned, finally getting out of the portrait hole, to look over at the voice.
Fred and George Weasley were rushing over, grinning. They looked well but a little battered and she felt her shoulders sagging with relief, “Just couldn't let us have all the fun, huh?” Fred teased.
“You contacted us, stupid.” Alicia said with a laugh.
Angelina hadn't seen them in a while and hugged them both before Alicia and Katie were able to get their turn, for perhaps the last time. She looked away from their grinning faces and stared around at the other students, recognizing faces and feeling her heart constricting at the thought of never seeing them again, whether she knew them or not.
“Hey, Angie, relax, everything will work out.”
Angelina jumped at the sound of George's voice so close to her and smiled up at him. She had always liked him, he had a way of calming her when no one else could and he knew it too, “I was just thinking, that's all.”
“I hate thinking, I try to leave that all to Percy,” George whispered.
“Is he here?” Angelina asked worriedly.
“No.” George said shortly. “But you know, whatever. We'll be fine without him,” he said scathingly.
Angelina could hear his doubt and chose not to say anything about it. “Are you scared?”
“Me neither then,”
George wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple in that brotherly way he always had, making her grumble. “Oh, Angie. What would I do without you?” he asked and before she could say anything he had walked off, now cracking jokes to Lavender Brown and Dean Thomas.
Katie sidled up to her. “You know, you should really get to telling him.”
“Shut up,” Angelina said tightly.
“You've liked him for years!” Katie said annoyingly. “Remember? You were hoping he was going to ask you to the Yule Ball but Fred asked first.”
Angelina remembered that. Fred had just blurted it out at her and she had been so surprised and flattered that she had agreed, smirking. But it had only been afterward that she had wished that George had asked her instead. It probably would have ended with a kiss and a confession instead of getting drunk on fire whiskey and chasing Percy around with Dungbombs,“Katie,” she warned.
Katie pursed her lips and Angelina was momentarily distracted as she heard Ron and Hermione whispering something about a bathroom. She wondered if they had nervous pees or something. Anyone would be wanting to have a full bladder at this rate, “Angie. Its now or never,”
“Everything will be fine and I'll tell him later!”
“There might not be a later!” Katie hissed warningly.
Angelina felt the blood drain from her face at that and looked down at her trembling fingers and shrugged out of her robes and rolled up her sleeves, she didn't want to think about it. “George and Fred will be fine.” She stated firmly. “I'll tell him later.”
“If you like him, this is the perfect time to say so!” Katie snapped.
That caused a flush to spread into Angelina's cheeks but she shot her friend an irritable look regardless. “What about you and Oliver?” she asked in a low whisper, watching in satisfaction as Katie's cheeks turned scarlet, “you've liked him for just as long but you never made a move on him or anything.”
Katie shot her a glare and tried not to look embarrassed. It had come as a shock that she had harbored such a crush on Oliver when they were nothing alike, “I tried getting Oliver to go out with me ages ago but he turned me down. He said I was too demanding for him,” she grumbled and Angelina blinked in surprise, feeling sorry that she had teased her.
“You know how easy going he is. If it doesn't have anything to do with Quidditch he's not an angry guy at all.” Angelina said with a worried look at how miserable her face became. Alicia had expressed the same concerns when Katie had revealed how deep her crush went, “just...be a bit more gentle with him but you know, its now or never.”
That earned a wry smile from Katie that made Angelina scowl warningly. She watched as her friend pointed idly over to George, who was causing Lavender Brown to roar with laughter and grip Dean Thomas's arm for support, “I don't see why you won't just ask him! There's no excuse, its not like George would say no or anything!”
“What do you mean?” Angelina asked in alarm.
Katie stared at her in bewilderment. “Didn't you know, Angie?” when Angelina only stared down at her in confusion, she heaved a weary sigh, looking pitying, “Merlin, the two of you are pathetic. Its obvious to everyone else that George would do anything for you if he was sure it would make you happy,” she said with a weary sigh.
Before Angelina could tell her to shut up again and stop making up ridiculous lies, Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood (She looked the same as ever, doe eyed and strangely alert in her aloof way) rushed back into the room and they all stared at him expectantly. He looked as though he hadn't slept in years and there was so much dirt and blood on him that he seemed unbearably small, which made her anger all the more at the cruelty of the situation. What kind of horrible bastard tried to kill a bunch of kids anyway?
“Whats the plan?” someone asked and she thought it might have been Professor Lupin, who was standing with Kingsley.
Harry was looking over at his old Quidditch team and Angelina grinned at him until he was forced to look away, his eyes hard. There was no telling what he had been through and she saw that the gawky little kid that she had known was gone forever, “We're fighting. We have to go to the Great Hall....” he might have said something else but Angelina was already rushing past him with the rest of her friends, George sidling up to her right and Fred on her left, both of them deadly calm.
Her wand, a cherry and ten quarter inches with unicorn hair was drawn and she was feeling so much strength emanating from it that she knew that it was as eager and as nervous about this battle as she was. People were thundering past her, Ron and Hermione rushing off faster than anyone else, “I'm sure we can find more than enough fangs down there, hurry up!” the redhead commanded to the girl as they ran.
Angelina had no idea what they would need with a fang or why Hermione had been staring at him with such an awed look but she shrugged it away. This would probably be the last time that she would see Hogwarts like this and it caused an ache to form in her chest, the walls, the corridors and the portraits were as familiar to her as her very own home.
It seemed to take forever as she and various students continued rushing to the Great Hall, Hogwarts ghosts flying over their heads. Peeves had an unusual look of concentration on his face as he soared through Parvati Patil's torso, ignoring her squeal, “Good to see you, Angie!” Lee Jordan said suddenly from beside Angelina as they rounded a corner, his dread locks whipping around his head.
“You too, Lee!” Angelina said with a laugh, stopping briefly to hug him. The two of them had bickered constantly during school but she had always thought of him and Fred as brothers she would never have and it was good to see him, “where were you? I didn't see you in the Room of Requirement!”
Lee shrugged his shoulders slightly but she could see a few scars on his dark skin as his forehead crinkled in thought. It looked like he hadn't really slept in months, “Well, I was talking to Susan Bones for a minute before Alicia found me. I wound up talking to her for a long time, she's amazing, ” he said with another shrug, though he appeared regretful about something, “its weird how I never noticed.”
Angelina wondered what he meant but he only gave her a swift kiss on the cheek and continued on his way, unaware of her heart nearly breaking. This was going to be the fight and battle of a lifetime and she felt her throat constrict as George suddenly took her hand and guided her the rest of the way into the Great Hall, “Come on, Angie.” He said softly, ushering her over to the Gryffindor table.
Fred was already there and placed a hand on her shoulder and she felt instantly comforted. The two of them were grim but there was a manic need for action in both of their eyes that made her spine tingle with eagerness, Angelina had always felt connected to the two of them, they were her best friends, aside from Katie and Alicia, Lee and Oliver.
“Its going to be okay, Angie. You don't need to be scared.” Fred said reassuringly.
But she was scared. She was very scared, but she wouldn't let them worry. George was looking down at her with a soft look in his eyes and her heart chose that moment to beat stupidly in her chest, she hated it when he looked at her like she was some weak kneed little girl. Sometimes she wished that she was so she could have him look at her like the boys looked at students like Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Angelina forced herself to smile, “We'll see each other after this is over and have a butterbeer, find Percy and goof on him like always.”
Percy had shown up at some point while she'd been arguing with Katie but she couldn't see him now. The Weasleys really did have very red hair and even she could easily spot him in the midst of the crowd, looking surprisingly fierce. “Of course. First thing on our list once this mess is over.” Fred assured her.
George sat down next to her as Professor McGonagall and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix began talking to the students, ghosts and the teachers that had drowsily arrived. They were going to make a fight of it and when some stupid girl asked where Snape had ran off to, she was delighted when McGonagall told them all that he had taken a short break.
At some point a hush fell over the crowd and Angelina could see Harry in the middle of it all, looking small and grim and scared. But there was a steely determination in him that made her slightly concerned but she ignored it as she saw something else that made her skin prickle. Colin Creevey had somehow lied his way back into Hogwarts and he was sitting with his younger brother, Dennis and she had the sneaking suspicion that things weren't going to end too well, he was too young.
Way too young, but the more she thought about it, she couldn't help but remember that Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley were also underage. Her heart beat horribly at the thought of young students dying. All because they had decided to say no to the cruelty, to the evil and the wrongness that You-Know-Who thrived on, all because they were all going to say no. Angelina looked over at George and he glanced at her with a warm smile that flooded into her veins and to the center of her chest. She quickly looked over at the teachers that she had known for so long, recognizing Flitwick, Slughorn, Sprout and countless others that were also going to say no. They weren't going to let this happen.
And she wouldn't either.
The Great Hall was tense and when Lord Voldemort's voice burst over the Hall and filled them with the ultimatum to either give Harry up or die, Angelina stood up, wand in hand and said, “Fuck this. I'm not going to give up shit,” much to Fred and George's amusement.
They were around Harry now, some of them holding hands, others pointing wands at the foolish girl that had said that they should do as the Dark Fool wanted. Well, he was going to have a hell of a time getting to him while they were around, of that she was sure, “I was only suggesting it!” she could hear the girl, some Slytherin bitch (Pansy?) shouting to the others that had advanced on her maliciously.
Professor McGonagall gave them all a look and ordered that they be evacuated out of Hogwarts but warned them in a tone that was colder than ice that if they stepped within the castle again and took up arms against the rest of them, they would be killed. Some of the Slytherins blanched and Angelina watched as Draco Malfoy looked between his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, whispering feverishly. She narrowed her eyes on him meanly, wishing that she could send a good hex at him, the person who had nearly taken the light out of Hogwarts.
Malfoy had nearly killed Dumbledore but instead, had allowed Snape to do it instead. As if he knew the trail of her thoughts, the boy looked up at her suddenly as the Slytherins were leaving and she saw a brief flash of shame in his grey eyes. Angelina blinked and it was gone, replaced by nothingness and she deemed that that was somehow a lot worse. But now was not the time to worry about that. Professor Lupin was taking a few brave students out onto the grounds, others were mobilizing all over the castle, enchanting whatever they thought could help and some were whispering about places to hide and ambush.
Angelina knew before anyone else did that she would be at the Quidditch pitch, she had suddenly gotten a bright idea. “Where did Harry go?” someone asked, the voice touched with worry and she recognized it as Mrs. Weasley's and felt her chest lurch with pain.
It had to be terrible for a mother to know that she might lose her children but Angelina shook the thought of, worrying about Harry now. She had no idea where he had gone but hoped that he was going to be okay, hating that she didn't have time to worry about it...the most ridiculously crazy idea had just sprang into her head and she just had to do it, “You've got a crazy look in your eye.” Alicia suddenly said, appearing from out of nowhere.
Angelina jumped at the sight of her and grinned wildly. “I sure do.”
“You don't mind if I tag along, do you?” Alicia asked worriedly as she twiddled with he wand, her eyes wandering over the Great Hall. Angelina followed her eyes, surprised to see that she was watching Lee, her lower lip trembling, “I'm turning into a watering pot all by myself.”
The fear that was bouncing off of her was enough to have Angelina taking her hands gently in her own and giving them a squeeze. “Its going to be all right,” she whispered softly and Alicia nodded, blue eyes welling with tears, “don't ruin that pretty face by crying tonight...I don't think Lee would like it,” she added slyly.
Alicia spluttered, jerking her hands away abruptly. “W..what are you talking about?” she demanded and Angelina raised her brows, ignoring the sight of students and ghosts clambering all around them, shouting out spells, encouragement and support, “I have a boyfriend!” her friend cried, cheeks flaming.
“You do?” Angelina asked in genuine surprise. “Who?”
Alicia blushed harder, blue eyes turning misty. “Its not important...happened right before graduation...didn't want to say...too much going on...” she mumbled embarrassingly and Angelina couldn't help but notice that her eyes had strayed back to Lee, who was enchanting a few mirrors with his wand, the glass shimmering like diamonds.
“Licia...if you want to say something, now's the time.” Angelina whispered worriedly.
“The boys are leaving,” Katie interrupted as she walked over to the pair of them, watching Oliver walking off with a slew of students and teachers, looking grim. “God, I love him.”
Alicia snickered. “Why don't you go say so, then?”
Katie stiffened a little but shot them both significant looks. Angelina had lost track of Fred and George but quickly spotted them standing a few feet away, deep in conversation, “I'm going for it, ladies but in the meantime,” she quickly kissed their cheeks and, giving them a look that tore at her soul, darted off. “Oi, Oliver! Wait up—I've gotta tell you something!”
Angelina watched Oliver pause with his group to allow Katie to catch up and felt a vicious kick to her stomach, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time that she would be seeing all of her friends alive. “The boys are about to leave now,” Alicia suddenly said, her eyes still roaming the Great Hall for Lee, who had moved on to join Professor Flitwick and a group of Ravenclaws.
“Really...already?” Angelina asked in a slight panic, she hadn't even noticed that the twins had moved away, talking about the best ways to get an advantage on the Death Eaters. They all looked so brave, “I didn't get to...” she trailed off miserably and clenched her fists.
Fred and George were going to take some students at the secret passageways to wait for the Death Eaters, their faces hard. Angelina saw Hannah Abbott and several others volunteer to go with them, “We'll see you guys around,” one of the twins said as she felt the gentlest of kisses on her cheek before they walked away.
But because Angelina was so scared, so exhilarated and filled with sudden frenzy, she missed if the soft kiss had been from Fred or George. Turning away from Alicia's worried gaze, she concentrated on their retreating backs, watching as Fred turned and waved, George gave her a wink that made her toes curl. “Promise?” she shouted, reminding them of that drink and the inevitable annoyance of his older brother Percy.
Fred roared with laughter and George shouted back happily. “We promise, Angie!” his smile was enough to chase the fear away for a few seconds, “see you then!”
Angelina watched them go, unable to smile back.