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It had been about three days since Angelica had arrived and she had fit in to Gryffindor well. Her new friends, Poppy, Rolanda, Pamona, and Minerva, were always with her; one would think that they were attached at the hips.
Minerva showed up to breakfast and was surprised to see that Angelica had not beaten her.
"Must have slept in." she thought to herself, taking her usual seat beside Poppy.
"Any idea where Angel is?" Rolanda asked, using Angelica's pet name.
"No, maybe she slept in. I will go get her before our first class; she has looked very tired lately." Minerva replied, taking some food for Angelica and heading out of the great hall.
About five minutes later, she arrived at the door to the prefect's room. She knocked several times, but there was no answer so she said the password and walked in.
She searched for a few minutes before she heard a retching sound from the bathroom.
"Angelica?" She whispered, entering the bathroom to find Angelica sitting beside the toilet, looking very pale.
"I'll go get the nurse." Minerva said, turning to leave.
"NO! Do you know anyone else who can cast a diagnostic spell?" Angelica asked, standing up.
"Well, Poppy is the nurse's daughter, she might be able to." Minerva replied.
"Can you get her?"
"Sure, sit down and I will be right back." Minerva said, running from the room.
"Hey, Pops, can you cast a diagnostic spell?" Minerva asked when she caught up to Poppy.
"Yea, is something wrong?" Poppy asked
"Yea, Angelica is really sick and won't let me get your mom." Minerva replied, leading Poppy to Angelica's room.
They reached her room, and muttered the password.
"So, why don't you want to see the nurse?" Poppy asked, sitting down on the foot of Angelica's bed.
"I have a feeling that I already know what is wrong." Angelica replied, not moving.
"Okay, here goes nothing." Poppy said, casting the spell over Angelica. Both Minerva and Poppy were surprised when Angelica's stomach began to glow blue.
"So, let me guess. I am pregnant." Angelica said, looking at her stomach.
"It would seem so. I am guessing that it isn't Albus'." Poppy said, having heard all about the arranged marriage.
"No, it isn't." Angelica said, looking to them both.
"Whose is it?" Minerva asked, looking curious.
"The father's name is Damian Delacour, a seventh year at Durmstrang." Angelica replied, looking away from them. "When is the due date, Poppy?"
"June 27th" Poppy replied sadly.
"Ah…the day of the wedding, just my luck!" Angelica replied, lying back again.
"That isn't the problem, what are you going to tell Albus and your parents?" Minerva asked, sitting down beside Angelica.
"OH CRAP! I forgot all about them!" Angelica screeched, bolting to her dresser.
"What are you doing?" Poppy asked, watching Angelica start pulling on proper clothes.
"Getting dressed!" Angelica replied.
"No, you need to rest!" Poppy commanded, pointing to the bed.
Angelica sunk down to the floor sobbing, "What am I going to do?" She asked, not looking up. "I don't even love Albus! You do!" She cried, looking at Minerva.
"Do you want our help?" Poppy asked, sitting down and pulling Angelica into a hug.
"YES! GET MY OUT OF THIS STUPID MARRIAGE!" Angelica screamed right as Albus walked into her room.
"We will check on you later." Poppy said, pulling Minerva out of the room so Angelica and Albus could talk in private.
"Are you okay?" Albus asked, fearing that the young girl in front of him was being put under too much pressure.
"No, I'm not." Angelica replied, sitting back up on her bed.
"Do you want to talk?"
"Not to you." Angelica replied, with so much venom that Albus took a step back.
"Do you not want the marriage?"
"HMMM, I wonder, what do you think?" She said sarcastically.
"Please, tell me what is wrong." He begged, sitting down and wrapping a comforting arm around her.
"NO!" She screamed, running from him.
He walked over to the corner she was standing in and took out his wand. "I am going to cast a diagnostic spell on you and then you are going to sleep."
"NO PLEASE, DON'T!" She cried, pressing herself against the wall.
"Why not?" he asked, his face softening with concern.
"It doesn't involve you." She whispered, trying to convince herself just as much as him.
Albus stood, taking in the sight before him. Angelica pressed against the wall,
Her blonde hair in disarray, brown eyes wide with fear. He took a step back and looked around, the room, which had, at one point, been in perfect order, was a total mess. There was boxes set all around, still full of her belongings, dishes scattered across the table, and the books strewn across the floor. Had he not know better, he would have thought the person in the room no longer had the will to live.
"Dizzy!" he called, looking around.
"Yes, master?" squeaked a small house elf with abnormally large ears.
"Please get some help and clean this room." He said, turning back to Angelica, who was still in the corner. "Come here." He whispered, holding out his hand.
She took the offered hand gingerly, walking over to him. He hugged her, but stepped back when she flinched. He looked at her noticed that she handled her left wrist very gently.
He pulled up the sleeve and gasped, she had cut deep slits down her arms.
"Why?" He asked, looking her in the eye.
"I can't do it!" She whispered, turning away.
"Can't do what?" he asked, pressing his wand to the cuts, watching as they slowly disappeared.
"Marry you." She replied, tears streaming down her face again. "Especially not when I know someone you gave their heart to you long ago."
"It's okay; I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do." He said, hugging her, to his great relief, she pressed herself to him and cried into his shoulder.
After a few minutes passed, she pulled back, a small smile on her face, "Thank you" she whispered, sitting down beside him.
"So, who was it that supposedly gave her heart to me?" he asked, trying to make her laugh again.
"That is for you to figure out for yourself, but I will tell you that deep down, you know who it is." She whispered, standing up.
"Ah, so, what do we tell your parents?" he asked, smiling up at her.
"Oh no, they will be so mad!" She whispered, looking frightened.
"What If we both talk to them together?" he asked, wanting her to be happy.
"That might help." She replied, biting her lip.
"Okay, I will come with you if you let me cast a diagnostic spell on you." He replied.
"Okay, but promise me that you wont be mad at me?" She asked, sitting down on the bed.
"I promise" he said, casting the spell.
"You are pregnant?" he said after a few seconds.
"Yes." She replied, looking sad.
"It's okay, tell me who the father is and we will go find him." Albus whispered, hugging Angelica.
"It is Damian Delacour." She replied, looking happier that she had since he had met her.
"Okay, come with me." He said, taking her hand and leading her out to the apparition point.
"He attends Durmstrang, Correct?" Albus asked, looking down at Angelica.
"Yes, he does." She replied as they aparated away.