celine- thee of a kind

A Father

The next day came soon, and she woke up in the warm embrace of Draco and Blaise as they peppered her with kisses.

 She got up and changed into a light green dress made of silk and lace. Although simple, its white embroidery added an elegant touch to her outfit. As she walked downstairs, she was greeted by the delicious smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen, making her feel even more grateful for the family she had found.

Soon, Her, Lucius, Draco, and Blaise used to floo powder to warp straight in the Slytherin manor. They were greeted by a circle of death eaters around the space and an empty, red-colored chair.

Celine's figure was hidden by the three males, soon four, as Philip made his way to them.

The death eaters looked at the silver hair in fascination, knowing that it was the second child of the Potters; they had heard little about her childhood from Lucius and Philipe, curious to see the child.

Her silver hair was striking even with the dark hue of the room, and her presence behind the four men was still evident. 'The dark lord will be coming in a moment, Celine. I want you to meet the death eaters. Although they look scary, they will not harm you' said Philipe with a smile, bending down to her height and making the others in the room gasp. "Was he really the same Lord Zabini known for his cruel and ruthless ways?" Her head poked from behind Draco's back; her green doe eyes and silver hair were the first things everyone saw, simply in awe of her beauty. She was short for a 15 year-old—far too much, and her figure was frail.

Rabastian Lestrange, a large man covered in tattoos and armed with knives, made his way to her, and bent down. 'Hi, Celine Potter, my name is Sebastian, he introduced. The man always had a soft spot for children, and seeing her doe eyes made his cold heart swell up.

Soon, many other death eaters warmed up to her; they were swooning over the shy angelic being in front of them. Although most had seen her scars control their anger in front of her, she had not left her mate's side, but she was shyly smiling at the adults who were complimenting her endlessly bringing a red tint to her face. 

A lady with a messy bun came to her; she was beautiful, but something in her was unhinged. Draco tensed up, looking at her, but sighed, knowing where this would go. She looked down to stare at the angel-blooded girl, her dark eyes instantly falling in love with adoration for the creature in front of her. Quickly, she lifted her from next to Draco and hugged her tightly, startling the girl and everyone else in the room.

'Oh, Merlin's beard! I heard from my sister, but you are much cuter compared to what she said! How are you related to that foul git of a boy?!' She exclaimed as she spun her around. Celine was too struck to say anything. 'Bella, put the child down; you will scare her' sighed Lucius as he snagged the girl away, putting her down next to him lightly.

'But, before she could say anything, the door opened to reveal a man. He had Wavy, dark brown hair that flowed perfectly till his sharp jaw and green eyes, and he wore a black robe and was followed by a large snake. His sharp eyes instantly saw the silver-haired girl standing next to Lucius, looking at him in awe. 'You must be Celine Potter, I presume?'His voice was rich and deep. She looked straight into his eyes while all the others bowed down in respect. He noticed her green-blue eyes, although not clear, were vibrant, similar to his verdant hue. To him, she looked as though an ethereal being had stepped into his world, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and comfort in her presence. The man's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he finally spoke again: "Welcome, Celine Potter." He stepped closer to her and bent to her height, much to the death eaters' surprise. 'Come with me for a moment, will you?' he asked, his voice gentle and cringing as he held her hand and took her to a secluded room in the manor. her hands were big compared to hers, he wore black and rich dark greet. he had pale skin but he was beautiful in her eyes. fascinating and deep, he was cold to the touch but his hands felt warm on her skin.