8They arrived in front of a huge gate, Albus looked for a way to get in, but his search was fruitless. The gates had been locked with so many enchantments that not even he could get in. They talked for a few minutes and decided to come back soon, maybe they didn't open the gates every day.
"Well, well, well, look at what we have here!" A tall dark man sneered, walking out of the shadows, "What do you want?"
"We need to speak to one of the students here." Albus replied, stepping in front of Angelica in an attempt to protect her.
"Which one might that be?" the suspicious man asked, eying the girl.
"Damian Delacour." Albus stated, keeping his wand aimed at the man's heart.
"He left, his girl left him so he left school, in search of her." The man replied, looking, for the first time, a bit sad. "He was a great student, but she was important to him. Said he would kill the people standing in his way."
The gasp from behind him told him that Angelica had the same thought as him running through their minds. They needed to find the Flamels.
"Thank you sir, good day." Albus said, taking Angelica's hand and apparating to the Flamel castle.
It was huge, the castle had ivy growing up the grey walls, Angelica usually resided it one of the towers, but had been moved because of the upcoming wedding.
They entered the house and heard a scream. Forgetting all precaution, they rushed into the family room to find Damian holding Pernell by the throat, his wand pressed to her chest, brown hair in disarray, his eyes darkened with anger. They watched, shocked as he demanded that Nicholas tell him where Angelica was, or Pernell would pay the price.
"I am right here Damian!" Angelica shouted over the screams of Pernell being hit with curse after curse, "Why would you do this?"
"I wanted to see you, I love you and I thought I had angered you somehow. I wanted to apologize." He replied, looking down at his shoes.
"NO! I told you I had to get married!" she replied, annoyed.
"Well, I didn't think about that, you just disappeared!" He replied, "How was I supposed to know you had to leave so soon?"
"Because I told you" she replied, suddenly looking sheepish, she asked "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure." He replied, following her upstairs to her room.
"So, how have you been?" She asked, trying to stall the conversation.
"Good, now, what did you want to talk about?" He asked, sitting down on her bed.
"Um…do you remember about eight weeks ago when we were in Paris?"
"Yes, I took you there as a goodbye present. Is something wrong?" he asked, confusion etched across his face.
"No, it's just…do you remember what we did?"
"Yes." He replied, walking over to her; taking her hands in his he asked, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"Yes, well... You see, it's just that, well, I'm pregnant." She said in a very small voice.
"Really? That's wonderful!" he screeched, picking her up and spinning her around.
"No, I am still to be married, unless we can convince my parents otherwise." She replied,
"Well we have to convince them to let me marry you so we can raise the baby together." He said.
"How?" she asked.
"Just a second. I can fire call my parents." He replied walking over to the fire place.
A few minutes later, his parents walked through the fire place, looking quite determined.
"So, you are pregnant?" His mother asked, looking down at the girl before her.
"Yes, ma'am." Angelica whispered, looking up at the two adults before her, both of which were around six and a half feet tall.
"Well, then I need to speak with my son." Damian's father announced, motioning for Damian to follow him into another room.
The girls watched as the men left the room. Angelica didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid of the woman before her.
"Are you alright?" Damian's mother asked, sitting down.
"Yes" Angelica squeaked, causing Damian's mother to laugh.
"You don't have to call me ma'am, you can call me Victoria, okay?"
"Okay, Victoria. What am I going to do?" Angelica asked, slowly warming up to the woman in front of her.
"Well, first, we are going to get you out of the arranged marriage, and then, you and I will plan the wedding between you and Damian." Victoria replied, looking excited.
"How do you plan to get me out of the wedding?" Angelica asked, looking deep into Victoria's dark green eyes.
"Allen will take care of that, you and I will go down there, tell them what is going on. Then Allen will do the rest." Victoria answered simply, spelling her dark brown hair up into a French twist.
After they had both fixed their appearances, they headed down stairs. When they arrived, Pernell was sitting beside Nicholas on a dark blue sofa; both looked to be in a deep conversation with Albus.
Albus was the first to notice them standing there, "Well hello, Mrs. Delacour!" He exclaimed, standing to kiss her hand. "What an honor too meet you at last."
"Yes, an honor!" Nicolas exclaimed, copying Albus and kissing her hand.
"So, what brings you to our home?" Pernell asked, after everyone had been seated.
"Well, your daughter actually; I want her released from the marriage." Victoria stated, congouring a cup of tea for herself and Angelica.
"What?" Nicholas asked, after her had finished choking on the brandy he had been sipping a moment before.
"You heard me." She replied, looking amused at Pernell, who looked as though she would faint.
"Yes, I do believe you all heard my wife, release the girl or you shall be executed or imprisoned to Azkaban!" Allen stated, causing Angelica to remember where she had seen this couple before; Allen was the Azkaban executioner, and Victoria was the famous model for witch weekly.
"Well, why do you want us to release her?" Pernell asked, rising from her chair. "If you do not have a good reason, I suggest you leave our house."
"Oh, we have a very good reason, but we still haven't decided if you are worthy of hearing it." Allen remarked, vanishing Victoria and Angelica back to the Delacour Castle. "Now, where were we?"
"I do believe you were leaving." Nicholas said, attempting to finish the conversation.
"No, I don't believe I was." Allen replied, flicking his wand at each member of the room, causing them to be knocked back into their chairs. "This may take a while." He muttered as Damian walked into the room.