I just really want to say that I DID NOT think this story would get the reception it did. I seriously thought that I would get hate reviews for shipping Alastor and Angel Dust. But, you guys asked, and I, along with my muses, are delivering. Without further ado, Chapter 3!

Ginny Weasley was not having a very good day. She hadn't had one for a very long time. Firstly, Ron was acting like a right prat because of some "secret admirer". Honestly, she just hoped whoever this girl was would hurry up and reveal herself, just so they wouldn't have to keep suffering from hearing Ron brag and boast about whoever she was. Secondly, Harry got arrested. She wasn't angry because she actually loved him or believed him innocent, or anything like that. No, she was angry because she needed him to control the Potter properties. Everything had been going great until he the fifth year. Ginny had him almost totally under her control with love and lust potions. It was another new morning, and she was still steaming over these facts, when a bright red envelope fell on top of her plate. Everyone instantly froze as the envelope opened, and a magically magnified voice began shouting across the Great Hall.

"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU DRUG HARRY POTTER? WERE HE NOT IN PRISON I WOULD BE DRAGGING YOU UP TO HIM BY YOUR EAR TO APOLOGIZE TO HIM STRAIGHT AWAY! YOU HAVE SHAMED OUR FAMILY BEYOND REPAIR, AND I HAVE HALF A MIND TO DISOWN YOU OUTRIGHT! YOUR POOR FATHER WAS SO EMBARRASSED WHEN HE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE ATROCITY THAT YOU COMMITTED, HE NEARLY DIED OF SHAME! I SWEAR BY ALL THE POWERS OF MERLIN, IF YOU STEP ONE MORE TOE OUT OF LINE, I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BRING YOU UP IN FRONT OF THE WIZENGAMOT!"

The letter burned up in front of her plate. Everyone was giving her the most absolutely disgusted looks. Her blood was cold with fear. Now everyone knew her secret. Her life was officially over. Or, maybe not. I mean, he was a convicted criminal, after all. Maybe she could do something. Her thoughts were cut off by someone shouting, "Oh, Merlin! Look at the Prophet headline!" A copy instantly appeared in front of every student, the title chilling them to the bone.

HARRY POTTER DISCOVERED DEAD IN AZKABAN!

Alastor slipped into the door, hastily wiping a spot of blood off of his face. He'd had to bury the body more quickly than usual this time, so there was still the chance that they could be found. But, all he was worried about presently was getting upstairs before-

"Where were you?"

Damn. Looks like he was missed. Forcing his smile to take a bit more of a confident shape, he turned to face Angel Dust, who was currently sitting at the foot of the stairs, looking for all the world like a stereotypical angry wife (yes, even down to the hair curlers). "Oh, nowhere, darling. You didn't have to wait up for me." This didn't sit well with Angel, however. He simply glared at Alastor, and shot back with, "Did you really think I wouldn't worry when I see your spot in the bed suddenly empty? Do you even care how much danger you put yourself in? And for what? So you could have some stupid, petty revenge on-" Alastor cut him off by tossing a copy of the Prophet at him. His face fell as he read the headlining article. A tense silence hung in the air between the two demons before Angel Dust summed up their thoughts in a truly eloquent manner.

"Well, someone had to die tonight. I assume it was the Skeeter beetle?"

Alastor nodded, relieved that Angel had calmed down enough to see things from his perspective. "Yes, darling. Now all of Wizarding Britain will be even more suspicious of us. A group of demons, ascending back amongst the surface population after the news was spilt? No, we can't have anyone telling our secret." Angel gave his husband a confused look. "And why not? I would have thought that you wouldn't want anybody to know, what with them probably trying to force you into forgiveness and all." Alastor's smile grew wider, and his eyes begin to swim with raw Eldritch power as he spoke a single sentence, one that made ice-cold shivers run down Angel's spine

"Because I want to be the one to see the look of horror into their eyes once they see what their precious boy wonder has become, how he finally snapped after all the forced him to endure without a second thought."