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Harry Potter and the Angel of Darkness	By : Firepixi3 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Much as I wish to be able to take credit for these amazing characters
and their personalities, alas, I can�t. Every once in awhile, you may see one of my own little ditties
pop their noses in, but for the most part, all characters, ideas, etc belong to JK Rowling, her
publishers, and various other muggle companies yadda yadda.

It�s like a toy of your friend�s you absolutely love� you didn�t make it, you certainly don�t own it,
but you love to play with it all the same.

Besides� I�m making no money off it, and all I own is a half-baked computer, one abused litter
box, and 7 amazing furkids. And no, you can�t have any of it!

PS: Contains SEVERAL �Half Blood Prince� spoilers!

Getting Ready

With a whimper, Ginny pushed her hair out of her face, and slowly sat up, patched blanket sliding
to the floor. �Oh mum, but it�s too early to be up!�

�Nonsense, dear� the elder Weasly woman said fondly. �. You were supposed to be up ages ago,
to make it to Madame Malkin�s for your robes! The ceremony starts at half past, which only gives
you three hours to get everything done! Fleur is waiting down below to take you to Diagon Alley.�

With a swish and a flick, the curtains on the windows wooshed open, cloths hurtled out of
a chest of drawers (hitting Ginny in the stomach with a muffled �Oof!�), and the slightly battered
vanity mirror gave a bemused snort as the ginger haired teen stumbled toward the loo.

A small ball of chortling fluff zoomed past Ginny�s head, her elder brother Ron puffing along
behind it. �Oi, Pig you arse, get back here! I haven�t given you the bloody letter yet, you can�t
deliver what you don�t have!� With a happy gargle, the little fist sized owl turned about, swooping
in circles around Ron�s head.

�Thanks Gin,� Ron muttered, as she passed him the over-excited owl. Tying the rather largish
envelope to Pigwidgeon�s miniature leg, Ron gave him a squeeze. �Get this to Harry straight away,
hear? No showing off to anyone, and for Merlin�s sake, don�t embarrass me!�

With a heave, Ron chucked the miniature owl toward the nearest open window, hoping that for
once, just once, his owl wouldn�t muck it up. �Why,� he muttered, as the little owl collided head-first
with the window glass, �Is everything I own rubbish?�

After getting Pig sorted out and actually out the window this time, Ron followed Ginny down
to the kitchen, grabbing some toast as his sister and the excruciatingly beautiful blonde with her
stepped into the jade flames currently roaring in the fireplace. �Have fun!� he called, as one after
another, they vanished, with cries of �Diagon Alley!�

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Coughing slightly, Ginny and Fleur Delacour stepped out of the fireplace at Madame Malkin�s.
Grumbling softly, Ginny pushed her way past the blonde and out into the store proper, glowering at
the frilly, gauzy, and otherwise extravagantly endowed robes whispering around her.

�Oh Madame, zey are most splendid! Oui, ze most beautiful I �ave evair seen!� Cooing to
herself in her native french, Fleur spun around, holding the misty pink robes to her chest.
�Ginny, aren�t zey amazing? Seemply magnifique!�

With a non-committal shrug, Ginny slipped into her own lavender concoction, secretly believing the
dress made Fleur look like a trumped up fuchsia pastry, while her own robe made her look like a
wilted orchid.

Sighing as she completed the final fitting for the gown, Ginny made her way to the front of the store,
eyeing the passing crowd (if you could call a few handfuls of families keeping close together a crowd)
for the bushy brown and copper hair of her fellow bride�s maiden, Hermione.

�Gin, yes! There you are! But you�re not in your robes! Didn�t they fit? Maybe a quick adjustment
charm�.�

Laughing, Ginny wrapped the older girl in a close hug. �Shut up, they fit fine. Ugly as hell though,
wait�ll you see yours!� Sniggering, she brought Hermione into the store, ushering her into Fleur�s view.

�Ahh, eet is �Ermione! Ze dress is ovair zere, �anging from zat door. Put eet on, �urry!� Glancing down
at the amazing little watch Mrs. Weasly had given her, she watched one of the hands inch past
�Hurry Up!� and ever closer to �You�re Late!� Eef we �urry, we should be just barely make eet!�

Pointing her wand at each girl�s hair in turn, Madame Malkin ushered the now coifed and be-gowned
trio back into the fire, waving cheerily as they one after another disappeared to cries of �The Burrow!�

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Fussing with his new dragon-skin robes (courtesy of Fred and George one Christmas), Ron paced
back and forth along the pasty-laden table in the kitchen. Ducking beneath a rapidly zooming frosting
tray and sidestepping around a busy broom and its dust pan, he didn�t notice the small bundle of
feathers and fluff hurtling toward him once more.

Clapping one hand to his forehead where a sharp something had so recently pricked him, he reached
out with the other, catching the dazed form of Pigwidgeon before the little owl tumbled to the floor.
�Watch where you�re flying, Pig! You almost brained me, and certainly cost yourself a bit, smacking
into me like that!�

The little owl�s head poking through his fist, Ron picked up an owl treat, careful to break it in half so
Pig wouldn�t choke. �Well, did you deliver the letter?�

�That he did, hey Ron!�

With a cheer, Ron popped the treat into Pig�s mouth, and whirled around.
�Harry, mate, good to see you! You�ve got quite good at Apparition, haven�t you? Didn�t even hear you
bang when you came in!�

After much back-slapping and grinning, the two boys hugged briefly. Parting, they turned to see Mrs.
Weasly sniffling into her robe sleeve. �Harry dear, its s-so good to see you. How was your birthday?
Did you floo in? No, so you passed your Apparitions test then, did you? Good, good. Well, upstairs,
both of you. Comb your hair, the girls should be back any minute, and the ceremony starts in about
15 minutes. Be so good as to take out some chairs, would you?� Absently, she patted Hermes� head.
�Good boys, yes, thank you� so much to do, Bill getting married and all�!�

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Author�s Note: Obviously, we�re opening on the scene just before Fleur and Bill�s
wedding. None of the characters have seen each other for about a month, and it is in early August,
just after Harry�s �coming of age� birthday.

Also quite obviously, I use a few minor French words in here. If they are difficult to understand, I�m
sorry� get a French > English dictionary. If I come across any that I feel may need an explanation,
I will put them in the Author�s Notes at the end of each chapter.

For those of you who HAVE NOT yet finished your �Half Blood Prince� volumes, there WILL be spoilers
in here, so whether you read or not is up to you. One such will be in the very next chapter.

I hope you enjoy this story, and reviews are always more than welcome. As one of my favorite AFF
authors say, Reviews are an Author�s soul food!

(Last but not least, for those of you who have read my beginnings of my other stories, yeah, yeah,
I�m working on them. I hit a major case of the �writer�s block� soon after the second chapter, and I
am right now re-writing much of what I �have- written to incorporate (or try to) what happened in the
6th book. Thanks for your patience, and love ya lots!)

PS! I need a beta. Contact me by email at pcharmes2@aol.com or pcharmes2 by AIM
if you�re interested!

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