A/N: I do not, nor will I probably ever, own Harry Potter! However; 28 of these characters are mine! They may not be in too long; for four die soon, but 28 are mine. Their names may have been used somewhere else, but their personalities are completely mine! For they are based off of people I've met and known for part of my life.
The characters are: Toby, Travis, Sandra & Mark Carter; Rachel, Carly, Michelle & Richard Connors; Roxanne, Valerie & Emma Larson; Lorretta, Emily, Lynne & Raymond Bryans; Lorraine, Cara & Karl Christings; Shannon, Tanner, Shawn, Alyson, Kelly & Jonathon Porter; April, Aaron, Rose & Ivan Roberts.
Those are mine; please do not steal without asking me first. :)
Also; I feel really stupid for asking this, but does OC mean Own Creation? I know, I know I'm a complete idiot, but I like to know things for sure, not just guessing. Also; PWP...what does this stand for??
Finally; there are threesomes (yes more than one) and incest, or twincest, which ever you would prefer to call it. So, there will be M/M and I'm not sure if I'm going to use F/F...probably not, but you never know.
Also, this ignores HBP & DH.
Sorry for rambling; hope you enjoy this. :)

Prologue: The Angel Legend

They sat in a circle, staring up at Mark Carter, waiting. The eight girls had their hands clenched together in their laps, wanting to hear the story. They're six years old and five years from receiving their Hogwarts letters.

"Are you ready?" Mark asked, pulling the big hard cover book onto his lap.

The eight of them nodded their heads excitedly.

Mark smiled and opened the book to the first page. "Once upon a time, when civilization just began, a Dark King reigned." He started, watching as the girls eyes widened. "At his side he had his two lovers; another man and an angel."

A chorus of 'ooh's' erupted from the girls.

Mark chuckled. "The angel at his side controlled the element, earth. She and three of her friends were given their powers from the goddess Artemis, and the god Apollo. Her three friends were also angels, each controlling a different element. The wings that extend from their backs are the color of their element. Earth is green, fire is red, water is blue and air is white. When they pull their wings inside their body, black wing tattoos appear on their shoulder blades.

"Every 100 years, a new Dark King came into power, with the new angels gaining their powers when the earth angel turns sixteen. Before the last angel's birthday, they must all find their mates for them all to live, and bind their love together.

"However, when John Shakespeare became the Dark King, he changed his title to the Dark Lord. He wanted to be feared. So the Dark King's name began to fade and eventually disappeared. The angels began to become a legend, though they are still very much alive. They refused to show their powers to anyone but their family and their lovers.

"Today, nobody knows if the angels still exist." Mark finished, closing the book with a snap.

The girl's eyes were still wide and their mouths were open.

"Wow. I wanna be an angel!" One of the girls, Toby Carter, said clapping her hands together and getting up. "Wouldn't it be awesome to be able to fly?"

"Yeah!" Rachel Connors agreed, jumping to her feet.

"Well, I think it would be stupid."

The two of them turned to the girl who said it. Loretta Bryans had her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Her voice had her usual snobby tone in it as another beside her nodded in agreement.

"Why would you wanna be an angel? A princess would be better." Lorraine Christings said, getting in the same position as Loretta.

Two other girls, Shannon Porter and April Roberts, nodded their heads.

"Well, if you guys want to continue talking about this, we'll leave." April said, standing and walking to the door.

Shannon nodded, as the three got up and followed Amara out.

Valerie Larson looked up at Toby and shrugged. "I would wanna be the fire angel." She grinned, jumping to her feet.

"I think controlling water would be awesome." Valerie's sister, Roxanne, said jumping to her feet.

Mark chuckled and walked out of the room as the four girls continued to argue over which angel would be the best.

Penelope Travers sat in the living room of Angel Castle, her wings spread as she sat cross legged.

"He's not alive."

She opened her eyes and glared at Oliver Vincent. "He is. He disappeared. I know exactly where he is." She growled out.

"Then why don't we go find him?"

She laughed. "Because it would ruin the prophecy. Don't worry; he's in capable hands. In ten years, the war will break out again and he'll be even more powerful."

Oliver snorted. "In ten years the next angels are going to gain their powers. You should know this. You know who the earth angel is."

She sighed. "Yeah; but I just wish that Tom would win."

"We know that's not going to happen. So when he comes back, we'll have to make the most of the time he has; even if he believes he'll win."

Draco Malfoy was staring; he knew this, but he just couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes from the girl across the garden from him. His mother had introduced them when her and her family had first arrived. Now, she was sitting with three of her friends, laughing.

"What are you staring at?" A snobby voice came from his left.

His eyes moved to see Lorraine Christings looking at him with her hands on her hips. "Nothing." He snapped standing and beginning to walk away.

"Drakie; where are you going?" She asked, pouting. She placed a hand on his arm and turned her around.

"Must you do that?" He growled out.

She glared at him. "We'll be together, Draco. Just wait. Ignore Carter; she's just a blood traitor." She said.

His eyes were wide. She's seven and yet she knows; everything. He let his eyes follow her retreating back as he lost himself in thought again.

"Hey Draco."

He turned and looked into the blue eyes of the girl he was staring at earlier. "Hey Toby."

She smiled. "Wanna join us?"

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to play tag." She giggled. "Blaise said that if you play, he'll play."

He smirked. "Sure."

She squealed and grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the far end of the garden where the others were waiting.

Mark smiled at his daughter as he sat at a table out in the garden. Her ties with her friends had begun to weaken as soon as he read the legend. It wasn't his intention, but he wanted his daughter and her three best friends to understand.

Just nine more years. He could wait that long. He just feared that Voldemort might actually return.

He brought his drink to his lips and took a swig, his eyes still fixed on his daughter as he watched her laugh and play with those her age. He watched Lorraine glare at her as Toby tackled Draco to the ground, purposely ruining his suit.

He chuckled quietly to himself as his wife came and sat down beside him.

"You're staring, Mark." Sandra said, smiling at him.

Mark chuckled. "I suppose I am."

Sandra followed his gaze and her smile widened. "Already, and they're only seven years old."

Mark sighed. "I wonder how his family will take it."

Sandra looked back at him. "It's more of how they'll take her other mate."

Mark nodded as he watched the kids run around the field, Draco chasing after Toby, both squealing and laughing. "We will probably have to hide again."

Sandra nodded. "When the time comes; she'll know."