A/N: This story follows the same very basic plot line of Harry Potter. It is set about 2 years before the start of the second war. Severus is still a double agent, working for Voldemort as well as Dumbledore; however he is obviously truly loyal to Dumbledore. I have not introduced the storyline of Severus protecting Harry, for I want this story to mostly concentrate on Severus and Angelina and it would be amazingly difficult trying to do both story lines justice at the same time. So, in absence of Harry, the sole reason that Severus feels motivated to serve the Order is the fact that he feels extremely guilty for his crimes in his younger Death Eater days and has now devoted his life to undermining Voldemort. Angelina's age has also been altered to fit the time frame of the events leading up to the war. Also, the point of view shifts between Severus and Angelina. I will try to make it as clear as possible. If you guys find any basic discrepancies between J.K's world of magic and mine, please call it to my attention. Thank you for reading and I hope that you enjoy!
Angelina Johnson had just finished her final day of formal education to become a healer. Apparating expertly, she landed directly on her doorstep. These days it was absolutely prudent to be able to apparate exactly where you wanted to go. She glanced furtively around before entering. It was that particularly terrifying time of twilight where shadows and light combined to form a dark scene of obscurity. Without a moment's hesitation she closed and locked the door behind her and performed the obligatory protective wards. She finally let go of the breath that she had been holding. She was now safe. Exhausted she walked into her small London flat and dropped into her tiny pink armchair, immediately turning up her nose. She had forgotten to rinse the coffee from her chipped porcelain mug and now the room held the unpleasant aroma of cheap stale coffee. Too tired even to perform a quick deodorizing charm, she glanced around her flat moodily. It isn't much she thought to herself as she analyzed the mismatched furniture of her living room, but it's home, I guess. As she was assessing her living space, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror that hung above her small bookshelf. Flawless dark honey brown skin that was accentuated by full lips and large dark eyes. Her shiny jet black hair hung just at her shoulders. Not too bad Ange, at least you don't look as tired as you feel. A firm rapping roused her out of her thoughts. Looking to the small window over the kitchen sink, she saw a great handsome tawny owl glaring at her with wide brown eyes and an oversized official looking letter tied to his right leg. Hurrying over, she forced the old window open and allowed the owl entrance. He positioned himself directly in front of her and presented his leg to her. Perplexed, she quickly untied the letter and scanned its surface. She didn't recognize the long, loopy handwriting at all. A quick look at the return address and she was completely stunned. What could Albus Dumbledore want with me?
Dear Ms. Angelina Grace Johnson,
It has come to my attention that you have graduated from St. Mungo's Institute of Healing with the highest of honors. Congratulations! I am so very proud to hear of another student's success. Congratulations though, are only partly what I offer. As you know, the Hogwarts infirmary has been run solely for many years by dear Madam Pomfrey and she has done an outstanding job. However, we don't grow younger and as of late I believe that it's time for her to start training a replacement. I am offering you this honor, Ms. Johnson, because I feel as though your skill and loyalty are exactly what Hogwarts will need in this perilous time to come. Please consider this proposition and reply as soon as you make your decision. I hope I find you in a cheerful and happy place this evening,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Albus Dumbledore himself had offered her a job at Hogwarts! This was more than she ever dreamed she would accomplish so soon out of school. Not even a day out of school, in fact. Still shocked she absentmindedly grabbed a small dish from her washing rack, filled it with water and set it next to the giant owl. He dipped his beak a couple of times, gave a shrill hoot and dived out of the still open window. Her eyes raced as she reread the letter. Her shock and joy slowly began to turn to anxiety as a certain phrase jumped out at her, "…in this perilous time to come." Those words held an obvious warning. What did Dumbledore expect? What did he know? Was the war approaching faster than she thought? Shaking these thoughts out of her head she focused on locating parchment and a quill. She would do this; there was no question about it. Then it hit her. She wasn't doing this because she was excited about how it would further her career or to impress her family and friends. She was doing this because this was to be her way to contribute to the Good side. This was the way she could help banish the unspeakable evil that was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
And this is how Angelina Grace Johnson ended up back at Hogwarts.