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CHAPTER TWO
Angel Potter felt the familiar tug in her stomach before she landed firmly on the ground beside Narcissa and Lucius. The girl glanced at her surroundings, noticing that she was in a massive sitting room.
She guessed that this was Malfoy Manor and she seemed to be correct as Narcissa spoke, "Welcome to your new home, Angel. As we didn't know you were coming, we don't have a room, so for tonight you can stay in a guest room and tomorrow we will set you up with one of your own."
The Potter heiress smiled. She had never had a home, never had a bedroom to call her own— the cupboard didn't count. "Thank you."
This time it was Narcissa's turn to smile— albeit it was a bit sad when she realized that the girl was so grateful for the bare minimum. What had those people done to her?
Lucius, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke, excusing himself as he had something to attend to, someone to talk with. Angel guessed that it was the Dark Lord, as she was the 'girl who lived' and was now staying with them, but for some reason, it didn't bother her anymore. She didn't care.
The elder woman snapped Angel out of her thoughts when she softly grabbed her hand, leading her around the mansion, showing her where everything was. The young girl stared at their connected hands for a second. This was new. But she snapped out of it as Narcissa began speaking.
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It had been around an hour since Angel had been at Malfoy Manor, and she felt more at home than she ever had before, more welcome. Ten minutes ago, Narcissa left her in her room for tonight, saying she was going to retrieve Draco from Hogwarts.
This made Angel nervous. She and Draco didn't have the best relationship, but she hoped that now, because she was herself and not a brainwashed soldier, they could get along. Maybe even become family, eventually.
A soft 'Angel' rang out through the air as the young girl stood, fixing her clothing and making her way into the sitting room she first landed in.
When she entered, she noticed Draco standing by his mother's side, confused. Confused about who this was and why she was there. His tone turned stiff as he barked out, "Who are you?"
Narcissa was about to reprimand him, but Angel spoke before she could. "Oh, Draykins, you don't recognize me?"
"P-potter?" He stuttered out in confusion. Potter was the only person who called him that now. It was a joke, a reference from when she overheard a first year call him that in a love-sick tone.
"Yep," she said simply, popping the 'p'. Angel made herself at home— well, I guess it was her home. She was now laid out across the couch. She knew it wasn't polite, but when she was nervous, she got cocky. It was a bad habit she needed to break.
"How?" was all the boy asked as he realized that this really was her, she just looked different and was, for some reason, on his couch.
Angel sat up straight, looking at her nails before glancing at the boy and explaining, "Well, little old me was walking around the corridors of Hogwarts when I overheard Weasley and the bitchy know-it-all talking shit about me, how they were just using me for money and 'cause Dumbledore told them to. I obviously was pissed, and Luna, my love, told me we should get an inheritance test, and I was like okay. So we went to Hogwarts and it turned out that I'm Angel Grace Lilith Potter Black Peverell Hufflepuff Gryffindor, and the old coot put a bunch of compulsions on me, including changing my race like the racist he is. Anyway, we found out that Cissa and Lucy are my rightful guardians, and here I am."
To say the boy was shocked was an understatement. He was beyond mind-blown. Although he seemed to understand and began to apologize for the way he acted towards her. "Well then, I am very sorry, Potter, for treating you like I did. I was hurt and rejected when you didn't want to be my friend, and then I guess that just carried on for too long."
Angel smiled, gave him a hug, and whispered, "I'm sorry too, for everything I did when I wasn't myself. I want to do better, be better, so I'm sorry for treating you badly for being a Slytherin."
These confessions seemed to cause the two enemies to make up, so they began talking with each other, getting to know each other. I mean, they were going to be living together from now on.
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The end of the day rolled around quicker than expected, and the Malfoy and Potter duo seemed to be getting close. They were both still wary of the other but were trying to forgive and forget.
Lucius had come back from his meeting with the Dark Lord and had a confused look on his face. "The Dark Lord wants to meet you," he spoke.
Angel was nervous. I mean, he killed her parents, but then again, he was the only one who could help her get revenge on her friends and Dumbledore. The straight-haired girl prepared herself for the meeting, dressing up in a nice dress.
The fabric unfurled in a luxurious deep sapphire blue, a hue that danced harmoniously against Angel's light Indian skin. The dress, tailored to perfection, embraced her form with a fitted silhouette, accentuating her curves while ensuring unrestricted movement. Each fold of the fabric caught the light, casting a soft glow around her.
The neckline, elegantly plunging yet tastefully restrained, hinted at allure without baring too much skin. Delicate lace or intricate beading embellished its edges, adding a touch of sophistication to the ensemble. The sleeves, if present, whispered of mystery, draping sheer or falling to a demure three-quarter length with grace.
Just above the knee, the hemline struck a delicate balance between modesty and allure, while the skirt flowed in gentle cascades, imbuing every step Angel took with fluidity and grace. This dress, fit for a queen, commanded attention and admiration wherever she went, evoking an aura of understated elegance that was truly captivating.
The girl made a mental note to thank Cissa for the dress later. The woman had thought it best that she wear something nice to meet the Dark Lord. She took a deep breath in and stepped out of the guest room. At the end of the steps, she met with Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco. Lucius offered a hand so they could apparate to Slytherin Manor.
For the second time that day, Angel felt the pull of her stomach and landed in a different place than before. Both adults were tense, and Draco was formally awkward, not knowing what to do. They walked as a small family to a door, Lucius knocking and receiving a 'come in.'
The three Malfoys entered first, and then Angel. She took a step forward and locked eyes with Tom Marvolo Riddle. A breath caught in her throat— gone was the snake-like man, and in his place was an incredibly handsome one.
"Merry meet, Lord Slytherin-Gaunt. I am Heiress Angel Potter Black Peverell Hufflepuff Gryffindor. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The girl curtsied lightly, looking up at the man through her eyelashes. He was attractive.
The Dark Lord seemed shocked at the sentence; he never thought Potter was capable of proper pureblood etiquette, but he guessed what Lucius said was true— she was under potions. "Well met, Heiress Potter Black Peverell Hufflepuff Gryffindor."
Angel smiled. Even his voice was attractive. How was that possible? "Dark Lord, why is it you wanted to meet me?"
Marvolo paused. "Please call me Marvolo, and I wanted to make sure Lucius wasn't lying. But now that I see you, you look different." His eyes flickered over her body, seemingly admiring it. "We can use that to our advantage. If you please, you could go back to Hogwarts under a new identity, one where you will no longer be used. Of course, this is if you want."
Angel was surprised as well as flustered. Her face was crimson red, and Draco snickered at her. She definitely didn't expect to be given a choice, but Dumbledore probably lied to her about him too.
"Lilith Peverell. I will be known as Lilith Peverell."
