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The Hazel Family. Most powerful of all after the Dark Lord himself. They've been following the Dark Lord for years through history.
Presently, the most powerful couple were Olivia and Philip Hazel. The most powerful pureblood family. Philip Hazel owns the Ministry and mostly whole lot of Britain.
They were never the one to step down, and by most powerful couple, not only riches and heritage but they were very powerful duo when it came to magic.
Both were sorted into Slytherin house in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry years. Little did they know everything they've been expected by their heir would be shattered.
Olivia soon gave birth to a baby girl. The most beautiful as she said the infant was. Something more than natural beauty compared to others.
The daughter she was so proud of, just by her beauty. Little did she know that the girl was blessed with something powerful, something so powerful that even the darkest thing can be destroyed by her.
Angelic powers.
" What do we name her, honey? " Asks the mother of the girl smiling at the small figure in her hands.
" Her smile is so angelic. Why not Angela? Angela Hazel. " Says Philips proudly looking at the girl. The girl smiles again as if she loved the name.
Soon, the time went by and Angela was six years old. Growing in the pureblood family, her head was tried to filled with all the pureblood maniac things. She never believed them.
Even at such a young age, it was like she understood it was improper to treat someone based on their blood status. She never had the time to ask her mother about why they would treat someone differently but she couldn't come to it.
She was terrified of her father. He never has shown any emotion towards her nor was soft as a father should be to his daughter. He was always strict.
Being in the world of power they were, her father dipped in power and ego soon turned out to be a monster. Soon, his long days at ministry became longer and he practically didn't return home back for a few nights.
If he was ever back, he would be back heavily drunk and was very happy when he would hit his wife.
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The sun shone through the curtains as the little girl opened her eyes and stretched her limbs, groaning slightly.
" Hun, breakfast is ready. " Comes her mother's voice.
" Coming, mother. " She calls back and heads straight to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she slid down her normal robes.
She has always wondered why she had a separate room but come to think of it now, she was used to looking at herself in the mirror, she saw there were two small bumps on her back.
She never knew what they were but she felt right to have them. She never talked to her mother about any personal things. It was just a civil conversation.
She runs down the stairs to her mother who was sat on the table patiently waiting for me.
" Sorry for the delay mother. " She says as she sits on one of the chair. " It's alright. What do you want to eat?" Olivia asks making Angela quite stunned by her question.
Which was understandable because her mother never asked her about her interests. Angela smiles slightly thinking if her mother was actually finally acting like one and she was quite right about it.
She was opening about many stuff and it felt nice to Angela. Having someone to talk to. Especially if it's your mother.
Soon, over the few months they were like the long lost best friends. Her Mother would only talk less to her when her father was home but she didn't mind it because her Mother was back the moment her father stepped out of the mansion.
She was walking to her room one night when she hears a scream. Recognizing the voice instantly, she starts running.
" Mother! " She yelled as she runs back down to her mother's room. There she was, sitting on the floor with her hand covered in blood.
" Mother! What happened? " asks the worried and scared daughter.
Being the six year old she was, she didn't know what to do. She never knew she could be in this type of situation. Tears started to trail down the girl's cheeks as she saw her mother in pain.
" It's alright. I just got a cut badly." Says the woman, trying to control her sobbing in front of her daughter.
Angela kept a hand on her mother's shoulder instantly feeling the pain too. She didn't know what it was but it was very painful.
She grabbed her mother's arm trying to stop the flowing blood. She placed her hand on the deep cut on her mother's wrist and closed her eyes out of instinct thinking of what to do.
A yellow light emerged from her hands making cut disappear as it was never there. Her mother stared at her shocked, eyes widen and mouth hung low. As Angela opens her eyes, she herself seemed shocked.
The days went by and Angela started accidently breaking and hitting vases and pots whenever she was angry or sad.
Her mother knowing and finding it important, she contacted her closest friend who worked at a training school for wizards and witches who had some sort of powers. Castelobruxo School of Wizard Techniques which was located in Central Brazil.
She immediately sent off her daughter to the school not wanting her husband to know anything about it. For once in her life, she felt fear.
Fear of not wanting her daughter to be a part of the dark sides and be anything like her husband.
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