Angelica Lily Riddle is the secret Daughter of Lily Potter and Tom Riddle (Voldemort).
She was sent to Azkaban when her Mother died by her Father to keep her hidden as he had made her a Horcrox, meaning that he would live on some way, forever inside...
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We appear at the prison, we being Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Fred and I. Harry thought that strength in numbers was the way to go. It hadn't changed one bit, not that I'd expect it to. It is a prison after all. We approach the little room adjacent to the main gates and the familiar figure of a man appears. He has a surprised look on his face, but, smiles widely when he sees me.
"Angel!"
He exclaims happily and I smile as I stare at him. He had a little more stubble since I was here last and he was slowing down as he was getting up there in numbers, but, nevertheless, he hadn't changed much either.
"Hello, Writte."
I say and his smile drops when he notices that The Minister Of Magic was standing before him. I couldn't blame him of course, no Minister before Hermione has ever visited the prison. They were all too scared to.
"Writte, we are here with the Minister to gain access to the prison and one of it's inmates, who, like myself, grew up here."
I tell him and he frowns as his eyes move to me. I nod to him because he knows who that person is, after all, she was my best friend.
"Delphini?"
He asks, just to confirm it for himself and I nod. He sighs heavily and scratches the back of his head and I knew that meant one thing, something bad had happened. I looked at him as dread filled my stomach.
"What happened, Writte."
I ask and I could see that he was debating whether or not to tell me, but, after a few seconds, he decides to come clean.
"As you know, through some magical screwup, Delphini was born a Werewolf. We were using your blood to keep her from shifting every full moon. When you disappeared from the island, your blood eventually ran out."
"What are trying to tell me, Writte?"
"Delphini has been locked up in max in a permanent half shift for the past few years."
I gasp, tears filling my eyes and my hand moves to cover my mouth as I try to come to terms with what I had just been told. I feel a hand rubbing my back and by the scent, I knew it was George.
"I need to see her. She never belonged here, Writte. Hermione has release papers. We need to get her out... Now."
Writte nods and goes back into his cubicle. He reaches for his wand and points it at the gates. They open with a clink and a loud squeak that has the others wincing, but, Writte and I are used to it. Writte walks up to me after the gates had opened and I noticed that the Dementors were circling. He hands me his keys.
