Life After Death;; Revamped [Ch. Five]

Harry and the others stumbled down the stairs early the next morning, looking around the kitchen for Angela.
"Mum, is Angela down here?" Ron asked, scratching his head.
Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "No dear. Tonks took Angela over to her house. After breakfast, we'll head over there."
Harry looked over at Ron.
"Do you think we can get her to talk today?" Oliver asked, heading over to the table.
"Why don't you try?" Hermione suggested.
"Because she doesn't really like me." Oliver whined.
"You sure about that?" Ginny replied, without thinking.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Oliver and Harry asked in unison.
Harry's face was red with anger as he stared down at his breakfast.
Hermione and Ginny exchanged looks. "Nothing!" They answered and started eating quickly.

The silence was deafening. Angela stared sadly around the apartment, all of the memories rushing into her mind. She shook them away, closing her eyes tightly. Nothing in the room looked as if it had been disturbed.
"This is beautiful!" Tonks exclaimed, walking over to the grand piano. "You play?"
Angela nodded, taking a seat on the bench. She placed her fingers delicately on the keys, staring up at the piece of music that was sitting there. She took a deep breath and began playing Frederic Chopin's Op. 69, No. 2 (Valse).
Tonks leaned against the piano as Angela played, watching Angela's fingers dart across the keys. "Wow, you're amazing."
Angela smiled slightly as she continued.

The others entered the room as Angela played, all eyes falling on her. When she realized everyone was in the room, she stopped abruptly.
"No, keep going." Oliver said softly, walking over to her.
"It was beautiful." Harry added, almost as if he were competing with Oliver.
"Now now, boys. Don't overcrowd the pianist." Tonks joked, waving them off. "We should probably start anyhow!"
Angela was grateful that Tonks had brushed them away.

"All right, I've made up room assignments!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, holding up a list. "Ginny and I will be in the kitchen and office. Tonks, Fred, and George are in the library and gameroom. Ron, Oliver, and Remus are in the living room. Leaving Harry, Hermione, and Angela to get Angela's room."
Angela was curious as to who would pack up her mother's room, but she didn't dare ask. She didn't want anyone to go in there anyway. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to venture inside. She led the way to her bedroom.
She immediately went for her bed, peeling off the covers. Harry helped her fold them as Hermione headed for the bookshelf.
"You've got a nice selection here, Ange." Hermione said quietly.
Angela didn't reply as she shoved her bedstuff into a box.
Hermione had a hurt look on her face as she packed up the books.
Angela had moved on to another shelf that was filled with pictures. She started giggling as she stared down at one of them.
Hermione looked up hopefully, walking to her side.
The picture was of her and Ron when they were little. Angela was kissing his cheek and he looked disgusted. Both of them were covered in cake. Angela's voice cracked. "This was Ron's sixth birthday." She smiled and showed it to Hermione and Harry. "We had a cake fight."
Harry and Hermione laughed.
Angela grabbed another. It was a picture of Angela in a slightly formal dress sitting at a piano and Emmaleigh standing in a formal dress with a violin. "We were in a recital." Angela said simply.
Hermione found a picture and showed it to Angela. "Is that..?"
"Professor Lupin, yes." Angela smiled, admiring the picture of a much younger Lupin with Angela sitting on his lap. In the picture, Lupin was staring down at Angela lovingly and she had a bright smile on her face. She tucked the picture into her pocket.
"Who is this?" Harry asked, showing her a picture. It was a thin man with short,light brownhair.
"That's my dad." Angela said sadly.
"Where's he?" Harry couldn't stop himself from asking.
Angela took the frame from him. "He died when I was little. Complications from a cold or something."
"I'm..sorry." Harry muttered.
Angela fell silent again as she packed the picture into the box.
They finished the rooms quickly, taking each box to the living room. "What are we going to do with the piano?" Tonks asked, hoping they would keep it.
"Well, I don't know how much room we have at the Burrow." Mrs. Weasley said, examining it.
Angela stared down at her feet. "Get rid of it." She muttered, "I can't ask you to keep it for me."
Mrs. Weasley shook her head. "We'll find a place for it, dear. Don't worry. Now, about Regan's room. Most of us will be heading back to the Burrow so I can start dinner. But Angela, you can stay and pack it up."
Angela nodded and headed for the room.
"I'll stay with her!" Oliver exclaimed.
Harry didn't realize he was glaring at Oliver, but he was bitter that Oliver beat him to it.
"That's fine Oliver. Try to be quick about it, all right."
Oliver nodded and followed Angela.

They stood in front of her mother's bedroom door. Angela stared up at it, her eyes blank. She hesitated as she reached for the knob. She looked up over her shoulder at Oliver.
"I remember when Dad died, Mum couldn't even come into this room. And when she finally got the courage, she just collapsed into tears. I never did understand why she reacted that way...But now...I'm starting to get it." Angela whispered. Her voice waivered.
Oliver wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Don't worry. I'll always be here with you Angela." He said into her ear, sending chills up her spine.
She slipped out of his grip awkwardly. She placed her hand onto the cool knob and twisted it, shoving the door open lightly.

The door creaked open. They stood in the doorway, staring into the dark room. Oliver flipped on the light.
Angela had been expecting the room to be torn apart, but it was exactly as she remembered it. Her mother's room was tidy as usual, except for her unmade bed. Angela couldn't supress a smile. The room even smelt like her mother. Tears leaked from her eyes and she fell to her knees.
"Angela!" Oliver exclaimed, dropping down beside her.
"I'm sorry." Angela mumbled.
Oliver wiped her eyes. "You've got nothing to appologize for." His face was inches from hers.
Angela turned her face quickly and stood. "Let's get started."
Oliver smirked. "As you wish."

It took them nearly an hour to finish packing everything. Oliver levitated the final box towards the fire place, staring dully at it as it landed on top of the other ones.
Angela shoved her hands into her pockets.
"Angela, I've got to say something." Oliver said quietly, "Before the others come back."
Angela tilted her head and looked at him.
"I...erm...li---"
"Sorry it took us so long!" Tonks exclaimed from the fire place.
Harry stumbled out behind her.
Angela stared over at Oliver. He seemed flustered by the sudden interuption.
"You guys all right?" Harry wondered, picking up a box.
"Of course." Oliver sighed, picking up a box and disappearing within the fireplace.
Harry rolled his eyes and followed.
"Something happen, Ange?" Tonks questioned.
"I think..." Angela mumbled. "It's nothing."
They stepped into the fireplace and appeared at the Burrow.

"Let's take those up to the attic." Mrs. Weasley said as everyone filed into the living room.
"Mum...the ghoul..." Ron pointed out, looking up as if he could see it through the ceiling.
"Oh, yes! Well we can keep it in your room then Ronald." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Please...don't do that." Angela muttered.
"Well, what do you suggest?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.
"Send it to my grandmother's." Angela answered.
"Your mother told me to keep you and your possessions here." Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"Keep Angela's boxes from her room and then send the rest to her grandmother." Oliver suggested.
Harry made a face at Oliver, bitter he hadn't suggested anything.
"Sure, if you think your grandmother would want everything." Mrs. Weasley stated.
Angela nodded. "By grandmother, I mean my Muggle grandmother."
"As you wish." Mrs. Weasley said, hurrying to send an owl to Grandmother King.