Prologue
"Chantal, she's just a baby." Adele Love said to her sister, famous Death Eater, Chantal White. Alana lay in Chantal's grasp. Chantal gripped the baby tighter.
"Adele," Chantal hissed, "if I want to take my only child to see her father and the Dark Lord, I may do as I wish." Chantal flicked a silvery-blonde piece of hair out of her eyes. Adele and she were sitting in the White Manor awaiting the Dark Lord and the Malfoys. The green chairs had a tint from the fire. The fire brought a scent of flowers and apples. If you did not know what the Whites did, you would think this is a peaceful, calm house. The Whites are murderers. Ethan White, Alana's father and Chantal's husband, has twenty years in Askaban for killing dozens of Muggle children at their schools.
"Chantal, this might not be the-," Adele began, but was soon cut off by the banging of a door.
"Chantal, Adele, the Dark Lord has fallen." Lucius Malfoy said as Narcissa Malfoy sauntered in.
"Take Alana and go, Adele," Chantal said, pushing her baby into her sister's arms. She whipped out her wand, made of birch and unicorn hair.
"Go, Adele. Now," Chantal hissed. Adele soon apparated to a safe haven, Alana White in her arms.
Hi. Yes, I'm starting another story while my other one isn't close to being done. I've always wanted to do an OC/Fred Weasley story, so yeah I'm finally starting one. It wouldn't hurt to leave a review. :) Thanks for reading!
-Silence