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My story consists of much
love, but not always how you would expect it. Not all smiles are right-side up,
and not all tears fall. I see in myself the truth, and I hope I can help you
see this to. My name is Angel Celeste Riddle….this is my story.

Most of my childhood memories are missing. I remember never having a father figure from the start. I remembered little things, like my mother crying and our constant moving. When I say moving, I don't mean between towns. I mean between continents, states, cities….By the age of seven, I had been in England, Ireland, Germany, Russia, and America. America was our favorite, and the last place I lived in before returning to England.

I never had many friends, but I was okay with it. I never quite fit in with the kids in the elementary school, and it would take me a few years to understand why. My mother always told me that I was special, and that one day, I would be accepted, but I didn't care. I accepted that I was a loner, and I made it my choice. It was better that way.

So, from seven to nine, we lived in America, and I loved it. Everyone was so different and unique, and I was praised for my knowledge of different languages. I had picked up writing old Gaelic very well and could read and speak German as well. There was always a group of people there to accept me, but I had already made my choice not to get to close.

My mother had a job there as a secretary for a doctor's office. She loved it, too. She always came home happy, smiling. We had some tough times with money, but it ended rather well. My first significant memory was in my last year living in America.

"Ms. Riddle! Pay attention!" I blushed as my gaze snapped forward from the window to the teacher. She held an annoyed expression, causing my blush to deepen. "You can stare at the sky during recess. Now, can you solve this problem?" I stared hard at the board. I remembered that problem. I always hated word problems, and the teacher knew it. Regardless, this one was simple. The kid had a set amount and spent it on different items. I smiled up at her.

"He has six dollars left, Mrs. Suni." The teacher nodded, beginning to write out the process on the board.

"Psst! Hey, Riddle!" I looked behind me and to the right, where he sat. He was the meanest kid in our class, and he always found it fun to pick on me. "How'd you get that answer? I didn't think you were smart enough to do it!" He laughed, but I frowned. Sure, it was a stupid insult. Keep in mind, this was in fourth grade, and my wit certainly was not sharp enough at that point to come up with something better. So, instead, I gave him my best glare.

"Shut up!" I hissed, pouting.

"Awh, what's the matter? You gonna cry?" He taunted, and despite my want to prove to him that I was no crybaby, I felt tears stinging my eyes.

"No…" I mumbled, bringing a hand up to wipe them away quickly. He started laughing and I felt so angry… "Shut up, Dan! Just shut up!" I screamed, standing up. That's when it happened…

The lights dimmed and flickered violently, and wind flew in from the open windows, papers flying everywhere. The teacher had turned around, about to reprimand me and froze when these events began. The boy ran crying out of the room, and that's when I calmed down. I remembered that feeling…as if some power was coursing through me. As if with a flick of my wrist, the boy would be gone. I wanted it, and at the same time, I feared it.

My mother was called immediately. They were trying to take me away. They wanted to take me to some hospital, they said, to see a doctor. As I got older, I understood that they thought I was insane, possessed.

My mother had to run, me in her arms crying. She took me to the car and drove. I remember feeling so scared, thinking they would get me. I shook and cried until we got home. Mother would normally comfort me in times where I was so upset, but this time she didn't. She looked sad and angry, pushing me about the house and stuffing my clothes into bags. In fact, this had confused me so thoroughly that I had stopped crying and had taken to watching her rush about the house.

"Mommy?" At first, she didn't pay any attention to me. She threw a bag next to the still open front door and ran over to the trunk in the living room that, until that exact moment, I had thought to be only decoration. She tore it open and began stuffing things into bags. "Momma!" She turned to me, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Suddenly, she calmed, giving me a barely real smile.

"We have to leave, my Angel. We've been here for too long." My eyes had widened incredibly as I stared upon my mother with horror. Leave? I loved America. I thought we'd stay..

"But…you said…"

"I know what I said baby, but it's just not the place for us. You'll understand when you're older. Come on, come take mommy's hand." And so, with one last look at the house, my mother and I left. She had one bag on her back, one in her hand, and my hand in the other as she led me to the car. Instantly, I had fallen asleep in the backseat, too tired from the day's events.

I woke up in England, a place I hadn't been to since I was 6 months old. At the time, I didn't question our travel method. Later, I had found that the only way we could have made it in such a short amount of time was by flying car. It was there, England, my life changed forever.

We had a rather large house. It was no mansion, but it certainly was far too big for a woman and child. My mom had told me she had some emergency inheritance money that only worked in England. Being nine, I believed her.

We lived in quiet, the two of us, for another year. I had met these wonderful creatures called house elves who served my mother and me happily. After dinner, I would always take the female elf and play with her. She loved me so much that when my mother offered her an article of clothing to free her, she denied it.

Then the men came.

They appeared, two of them, in a black cloak with the hood up. I was watching from my place on the living room floor as they both embraced my mother, who looked rather uncomfortable. Reluctantly, she had invited them inside, and one came straight for me.

"Little Angel. You are ten, are you not? I haven't seen you since the day you were born!" The other came up slowly.

"You've grown well, girl." The first took off his hood, and I instantly didn't like him.

He had long hair that was a very light blonde. His eyes were a lifeless gray, in my opinion. His smile was slimy, for a lack of a better word. It matched his hair and his sickening, drawing voice.

The other man took off his hood as well. It was a shoulder-length black, looking a bit greasy, and his face was long and wide. He seemed very uninterested in everything around him, but his eyes held something strange when he looked at me. I had brushed it off back then, bothered by the utter lack of emotion.

"Why have you come here? I wish to have no relation with former, current, or future death eaters. Lucius, step away from my daughter!" She snapped, walking up to me and taking my hand. I stood with my mother, still looking at the second man with curiosity.

"Now now, Angelina, calm down. We are only here to deliver messages. Severus?" The man looked annoyed as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a letter. As he passed it to my mother, I could see that it was a formal letter. It was slightly off white with a red seal on the back under some sort of symbol. Of course, I did not get a good look at it, as she shoved it into her own pocket immediately.

"Thank you, Severus." He nodded once, turning and making his way toward the house. As he stepped out the door, I saw him turn and give me one last glance before disappearing there with one loud pop. I had jumped, of course. I didn't know about apparition back then.

"Now for my invitation." The other man said slowly, smiling once again. "Narcissa and I would be pleased if you were the join us for dinner one week from tonight." He said, giving a small item to my mother. She took it warily, giving him a cautious look.

"What's the sudden interest from, Lucius?" She said bitingly, though curiosity shone in her eyes. The man, Lucius, smiled.

"Well, you can imagine our surprise to find that you have returned to England. We figured little Angel will be invited into Hogwarts, and with our son attending at the same time, it wouldn't be such a bad idea for the two children to meet. Don't you agree?" He began walking out the door. "Besides, the three of us have some things to discuss…" He added ominously before stepping out of our door and disappearing as the other one did. I looked up at my mother, seeing her troubled expression. However, my ten year old mind was excited at the possibility to meet someone my age, as I had not left the house that past year, even for school.

"Mom? I don't like that man." I had said softly. She looked down at me, frowning.

"I think…that I will go. You can stay home, sweetie." She said, kneeling down in front of me and brushing the hair out of my eyes. It was rather long back then.

Despite the man, I let my excitement take over me and I smiled. "I want to meet the boy! Maybe we can play together." I said, giving my mother a reassuring smile. I didn't tell her that I didn't want to be home alone while she was out in an obviously uncomfortable situation. My mother smiled to me before pulling the letter out of her pocket, looking at it with a sad smile.

"This is for you." I took it from her, looking at it curiously as I opened it.

I stared in wonder as I read the words in front of me.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

At the point, I looked up at my mother with furrowed eyebrows. "Witchcraft?" She smiled at me, gesturing for me to read the rest of the note. I continued to do so out loud. "Dear Angel Celeste Riddle, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall. What does it mean mother?" She placed a hand on my shoulder, smiling brightly at me, though her eyes showed a slight sadness.

"It means, my Angel, that you have special powers that most people don't have. You have magic, and you are going to be learning how to use it!" My eyes were bright with my excitement, and together we quickly looked through the list of required items.

I won't take you through every moment of shopping for school, though I certainly remember it all. My mom was particularly proud of my wand, though.

"This is a very special wand, child. Take good care of it. It is a holly wand, just a tad over eleven inches in length. Its core, my dear, is dragon's claw." He had said…Ollivander. He was a very nice man, didn't mind at all when I had waved a wand that didn't agree with me and caused half of the shelves to collapse. In fact, he seemed entirely unfazed.

"That wand has a strong core. You'll do very well with it, I'm sure." My mother said, making small conversation as we dressed for dinner with the Malfoy's.

My mom said the name with a tad bit of contempt, but I never picked up on it. She was obviously anxious.

We were both dressed in beautiful dresses. My mother wore a simple black dress on her slim figure, matching her black hair. She wore no makeup or jewelry, and looked very plain.

I, however, used to love dressing up, and my mom always loved helping me. I was a dark green dress that matched my forest green eyes. It was simple, going down to the floor and coming in at the waist before expanding at the hips. My soft brown hair was up in a bun with a hair clip holding my bangs back, covered in dark green stones, and my mother had even put a bit of eyeliner around my eyes for me…not much. My black shoes matched hers; simple close-toed shoes with a very short heel.

We rode in a carriage provided by the Malfoy's…but it was like nothing I could have dreamed of.

It flew. It took off in the sky, and flew as if on some invisible bridge. Needless to say, I was quite frightened at first. The view, however, kept me calm and quiet nearly the whole trip to the manor.

And I thought our house was huge.

We were let out just outside of a gate, and my mother led me through quietly and slowly. I examined the sight before me. The house was far too big to look at from one angle, which bothered me. I had briefly wondered what could be in this house…

There were three people standing in the doorway, waiting. One was Lucius, looking entirely the same as the night he visited, only dressed up in a suit. A woman I assumed to be his wife stood next to him. She had platinum blond hair with streaks of black running through it. Her face was pointed and her complexion pale, with dark blue eyes that stood out. She had some sort of dress on, cream colored with a black cloak, and had an air of complete confidence…arrogance, actually. However, her eyes looked upon me with excitement, and she gently pushed her son a bit as a smile grew on her lips.

Their son was simply watching with an air of boredom. He was pale, like his parents, with platinum blond hair and the same eyes as his father. Only, his gray eyes seemed more silver to me. His lips were thin and his face angled sharply, like his mother's. He, too, wore a simple suit, and his hair was slicked back.

My mother held my hand until we approached the door steps on which they stood. I looked up at my mother before looking back to the Malfoy's and curtseying, holding it for only a moment before straightening. Lucius pushed his son again, who looked incredibly unhappy as he bowed slightly and for only a moment.

"She's beautiful, Angelina. Exact copy of you, I'd say, if it weren't for the hair." The woman said, coming forth to rest a hand on the side of my face. I wasn't surprised; my mother had told me she might. "Flawless. Little Angel, would you like to meet my son?" She said, gesturing towards the boy who now looked annoyed. "This is Draco. You two can play after dinner. Come, to the dining room!" She said, ushering me forward. My mother quickly stepped up to me, taking my hand. I felt far more comfortable with my mother than I did with these people.

The inside of the manor was beautiful. It was a very old looking manor, antique gothic, with gray stone walls and intricate designs on the molding and hard floors. The decorations were green, silver, white, gray, black, and the occasional dark brown. Every room we passed followed this color scheme, including the dining room. Food was already set on the table, and it wasn't long before we were all seated and eating. The table was long, and I was surprised that these people thought us important enough to have us sit next to them. I sat next to the young boy and across from my mother, who sat next to the woman. Lucius sat at the head of the table. I pushed the peas around my plate, not quite used to having so much food on my plate. My actions broke the heavy silence.

"Angel, dear, are you not hungry?" I looked up to the concerned eyes of the woman, but my mother responded before I could even inhale.

"She doesn't eat very much, Narcissa. She has a bit too much on her plate for her personal taste." She said, picking up a glass of water.

"Well, I can imagine she is not used to having such large meals anyway. With all of that traveling you took part in, and using none of your inheritance until your return. It must have been difficult for you to keep food on the table." She replied, turning back to her meal. My mother seemed to glare at her plate for a moment.

"Yes, it was quite difficult at times. We managed just fine, though." Lucius cleared his throat.

"I can imagine it was just as hard, that she doesn't know her father." I looked up than, staring straight into the gaze of Lucius Malfoy. What a wretched man. I would never like him. "He wasn't incredibly unhappy with your….disappearance." My mother suddenly slammed her fork down onto the table, taking a calming breath.

"Not while Angel is in the room." She said quietly in a low voice. It was silent in the room after that, and I ate a few more bites before I took a sip of water.

"Mom…" I said softly, catching her attention.

"You're excused." She said lightly. I frowned. I hated acting like we were the highest and most civilized beings on the planet.

"Draco darling, why don't you show Angel around a bit?" Narcissa suggested, smiling slightly. I looked over to the boy next to me who looked entirely displeased.

"Yes, mother." He pushed his chair back and stood, coming up behind me as I followed. I turned and looked down, surprised, as he offered me his hand.

"Uhm…"

"Go on, Angel." My mother encouraged softly. I looked back at her quick nod before turning back to him and lifting my hand. Impatiently, he grabbed my hand and began pulling me out of the room. Once we were in the hall, he let go. He began walking down one of the halls, but I didn't follow.

"Uhm…" He turned than, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you coming?" His voice was condescending, but it was certainly better than his fathers. He spoke quickly while his father's words were drawn out, and there was something utterly sickening in Lucius's eyes when he spoke. I hurried to catch up to Draco, lifting my dress lightly so I wouldn't step on it. He waited for me before continuing in his intended direction.

"This is a very big house." I had commented, noticing the fact that we were passing by many doors.

"It's a manor." He corrected, sounding exasperated. "You'd know nothing of that, would you? Father said you live in a simple building." My eyebrows shot up at the comment.

"Simple? Mother and I live there alone. It's too big." I commented, following him through a door leading outside. I stopped immediately, my eyes wide and jaw slack.

In front of me was the most beautiful garden. It had flowers of every kind and every color imaginable, and the hedges created a sort of maze. Water shot up in the middle, and I could guess it was a giant fountain.

"Try to keep up, would you?" His annoyed voice came in from my left and I glared at him.

"You don't have to be so rude!" I said, following him down the steps. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Sorry, it's difficult to associate with those beneath you as if they are an equal." He said snidely, turning into the maze. I had frozen momentarily, looking at him with shock.

"Beneath you? At least I have manners!"

"Manners?" He snorted. "Yes, you must have learned them from those muggles you've lived with all your life, seeing as you have no father and your mother certainly hasn't taught you anything." At this point, we were halfway through, as he was walking fast and I was only keeping up in order to shoot comments back at him.

"No father is better than yours, and I can see you've learned how to be a jerk from him! And those muggles you are referring to are far better company than you!" I said hotly, glaring fully now. If looks could kill…

But he had stopped, turning on his heel to face me.

"Do not speak of my father as if you have the status." He said, and I opened my mouth to retaliate when I looked passed him and suddenly, all my anger was gone.

It was a giant fountain…but I had never seen one like it before.

Without care, I pushed passed him and approached it.

The base was a dark gray stone that came around in a giant circle. In the center, a pedestal came up and widened out to a flat surface on which a giant black M stood. A serpent wrapped around on leg of the M while a dragon wrapped around the other leg. Against the middle leg stood a house elf, pointing outward with a short wand. From the mouths of the two animals and the wand of the elf, water of different colors sprayed out. The serpent let out green water, the dragon black, and the wand silver. The water shooting up from the two spouts on top of the M points were a regular bluish-clear color that shot towards each other and joined in the middle, rising upward for several feet as one stream of water until falling back down into the fountain. I approached the edge of the fountain and reached in to touch the black water, which streaked next to the other colors in solid forms. Drawing my hand out, I found it to be clean….it was just black water…I looked back up at the top, smiling.

"This is amazing!" I said softly, pulling myself up to sit on the fountain. I heard a snort from behind me, but I was far too preoccupied to care for his sarcasm.

"You've never seen a fountain before?" He asked, as if I was the simplest creature he'd ever met.

"Of course I have!" I snapped, sending him a glare before returning to the fountain. "But this…they never have different colors and…this fountain is just…beautiful." I said, leaning in to look at a fish swimming beneath the multi-colored water. "You have fish in here too!" I said excitedly, watching them swim around, blissfully unaware of my existence. Until I suddenly found myself in the water with them.

I resurfaced quickly, coughing up water that I had inhaled in my surprise and listening to the laughter of a certain annoying boy. I glared at him, reached out and grabbing his arm and, with all my weight and power, pulling him into the fountain with me.

The look on his face was so priceless, I almost inhaled more water with laughter.

We both resurfaced, this time with me laughing and Draco glaring.

"What did you do that for?" He snapped, immediately making his way out of the fountain. I frowned.

"You pushed me in first!" I said, staring at him like he'd gone mad. He just continued stalking away. "Hey, come back here!" I yelled, pulling myself up and out of the fountain to run after him, having to lift my skirt and fight with the added weight of the water. "Draco! Wait!"

"Hush, they'll hear you and then we'll both be in trouble." He said quietly, shooting me a warning glare before grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. But it was too late.

"Draco! Angel! What happened?" I heard Draco groan softly as our mothers rushed over to us.

"Angel! You're soaking wet! Are you alright?"My mother asked, trying to fix my hair and brush off my wet clothing.

"I'm fine, mother." I said softly, glancing over at Draco as he received the same treatment.

"What happened?" Narcissa asked again, glaring at her son. Draco was looking down, glaring at the floor.

"It's my fault." Both women looked at me with curiosity and concern. Draco looked at me with surprise. "Draco was showing me the fountain, and I thought it was so pretty that I just…wasn't paying attention, and I fell in. Draco tried to help me get out, but he ended up falling in too. I'm sorry." I said, looking down dejectedly. Narcissa looked satisfied while my mother cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, well, let's just get you two dried up." Narcissa said, taking my hand. "Come, Draco." As I was pulled out of the room, I noticed my mother stay behind with Lucius, who had been quietly watching the whole thing from his seat next to the fireplace.

Within an hour's time of glares and quietly spoken snide comments, I was dry and back to looking presentable. Draco and I were ushered by his mother out onto the porch where my mother was glaring heatedly at Lucius.

"The arrangement has been made. We will contact you when our business is over with." Lucius said, smiling his creepy smile at my mother that I seemed to hate. Once my mother saw me, though, she was no longer paying attention.

"Angel! Are you ready to go?" She asked kneeling down to my level. I nodded before turning around a curtseying to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

"Thank you." I said softly, straightening.

"I look forward to seeing you again, dear." Narcissa said truthfully, a soft kindness in her eyes. I turned to Draco who was looking away from me, and then an idea popped into my ten-year-old mind. I ran up to him and hugged him tightly, feeling him tense in surprise under me.

"What on earth are you doing?" He whispered n my ear, and I giggled.

"Can't wait to see you again, best friend!" I said loudly, barely able to hold in my laughter. I pushed away from him, running back up to my mother and taking her hand. I grinned as maliciously as I could at Draco, who caught on and glared in return.

"So, you had a fun time with Draco this evening?" My mother asked, helping me into the carriage. I nodded, smirking.

"Yes, loads of fun, mum." She smiled.

"Causing trouble, just like your father. Remember, moderation." She said, pulling me in for a hug. I returned it happily, before looked out the window. Draco was still glaring at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him. Surprise lit his facial features for a moment before he blushed and returned the favor angrily. We pulled away to the sounds of my mother's approving laughter.

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