I woke up groggily and open my eyes to see the Dumbledore is carefully shaking me awake. I'm very confused and look around to see that there was a crowd of people around. I recognised few faces, Hermione, Harry, Fred, George, Ron, and a few others but there were a lot of people there and I started to panic.

"What happened?" I asked straining my voice and sitting up, I looked around and locked worried eyes with George. I felt calmness poor over me.

"How are you feeling?" Dumbledore asked me

"Like I was hit in the head really hard, but I feel calm" I wanted to say okay but that's what came out when I answered. Veritaserum, I smiled and started to laugh quietly tears gathering in my eyes.

"Veritaserum, really? Do you not trust me that badly?" I asked hot tears streaming down my face, I knew I could control it. I still cried it hurt that they didn't trust me to tell them what they wanted to know.

"Someone insisted... I'm sorry" Dumbledore said as he turned around to glare at Mrs Weasley

"What do you want to know... I have to tell you anyway might as well get straight into it" I say a frown forming on my face, this will be interesting.

"How did you get to the grave yard with Harry?" Dumbledore asks me slowly, I'd already told them how I got there, or Harry anyway.

"I was kidnapped. I wasn't feeling very well in the morning but I went to the final task anyway because George was so excited about it. While I was walking back two of the Death Eaters cornered me and apperated me to the graveyard where they tied me up." I say trying to make it sound as truthful as possible. Dumbledore nodded at me and opened his mouth to speak again but Molly Weasley interrupted him.

"How do you feel about your father?" Molly asked, she looked unsure but she still didn't like me, didn't trust me.

"I hate my father, I loved him while he was Tom Riddle, but after I found out he had killed so many people I couldn't bear the thought of him. I was three when my father was reduced to hopping into other people's bodies. Please Mrs Weasley, I love George, I know you don't trust me because of my father but please if you're going to kill me do it now so that George doesn't hurt as much." I plead looking at Molly with sad eyes, George looks between me and her and tears started to form down his cheeks, he hastily tried to wipe them away but Molly stopped him and pulled him out of the room. As soon as the doors closed I allowed myself to cry soft harsh sobs. Dumbledore put his hand on my shoulder trying to comfort me. Everyone in the room started to look at me with pity and compassion instead of suspicion, slowly I was wining them over.

"We need to know what he's planning Azrael" Dumbledore asks me softly. Looking in my eyes like a father should look at his little girl not the harsh way my father looks at me.

"I don't know any plans I'm not allowed in the meetings..." I say trailing off, it's true I'm not allowed in the meeting and I don't know any of the plans.

"Bullshit!" Called a male voice from the back "She has the dark mark I can see it on her arm from here!" the Voice screamed again, Fred spun around and punched them man which caused me to scream in shock.

"Fred calm down! I'm fine; I understand that people don't trust me I wouldn't either! I've been raised by Voldemort for goodness sake!" I scream at Fred who turned back around to face me. "My father forced the mark on me so he could always know where I am" I said quietly looking at everyone so that they could see I was telling the truth "I remember the pain, It felt like my arm was on fire and the skin was melting away. Voldemort's snake, Nagini, wrapped herself tightly around me to hold me In place she broke my arm and three of my ribs. The pain was excruciating and I don't understand how anyone could willingly do that." I continue the pain was real but my feelings were not, I know exactly why people do it.

"What do you know about horcruxs?" Dumbledore asked me

"What's a horcrux?" I ask looking confused, I know what a horcrux is of course, I am one. Dumbledore walks away from the edge of my bed and whispers with Molly, who I noticed was in the room for the first time. They both stop for a few seconds and look at me. I notice Sirius is walking over to me in his dog form he's pretty cute for a large black flea bag. Sirius jumped up onto my bed at the end of the bed, I go to pat him but I couldn't move my arms. I look down to see that my arms were chained to the bed and I started to freak out I don't like being helpless.

"Let me go, please take the chains off" I say in a panicky voice I look around to see everyone back off from me. "Please I don't like being chained, please, please, please undo the chains" I say louder freaking out more and more. This time Dumbledore looks at me concerned but Mrs Weasley looks at me smugly this must have been her Idea

"I can't I'm sorry Azrael, but I can't let you go until its safe" Dumbledore said softly trying to calm me down.

"No you don't understand It'll break the door will break! Let me go!" I scream I was scared, terrified in fact. The windows in the room started to crack which woke me up a little from my scared state. I willed myself to be split into two people but I couldn't focus. The doors swung open and an angry looking Severus stormed in. I was still struggling to get the chains off and managed to cut myself I screamed so loud at the pain I'm certain that the every person the grounds heard me. Dumbledore rushes to take my cuffs off but was pulled back by Mrs Weasley. Severus comes over to me and pours a hot liquid down my throat and the effects of the truth serum dissipated.

"You are all mad! She's underage and I already told you the Dark Lord wants only to be able to control her! Not use her as a weapon!" Severus practically screams. Severus manages to break the cuffs on my wrist, as soon as I was free I hugged Severus and cried into his shoulder.

"I have to find George" I say wide eyed I move away from Severus and run after George, my ankle stung as I ran I probably sprained it yesterday when I was thrown against the stairs. I didn't have to look far because George was quietly sobbing down the hallway just outside the door. I silently sat down beside him sliding my back against the wall as I sat.

"Go away! She said she loves me and I have to leave her because of my mother, just go away" George cried into his arms, I smile to myself.

"You know, you too could run away. I hear America's full of teenage homeowners" I say lightly looking out the windows on the other side of the hall.

"Azrael?" George asks looking up. He saw me and immediately pressed his lips to mine and he's kissing me. Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough. He's everywhere up my back and over my arms and suddenly he's kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I've never known before, we broke away from each other.

"I know your mother doesn't like me but I hope we can get past that. My dad doesn't particularly like the Idea of us either" I laugh, a smile spreads across my face.

"You told your dad?" George asked with a smirk.

"Of course, he wouldn't have hurt you; in fact he probably thinks he can use us against me. To get me on his side" I say giving George a peck on the lips. "There's no way we'll be able to convince your mother to accept me, the rest of your family maybe, but not her" I say sadly looking down at the ground next to us.

"I don't care Azrael. We'll find our way around it" George said with a smirk he looked at me

"I love you, Azrael" George whispered we kiss again, and this time, it feels familiar. I know exactly how we fit together, his arm around my waist, my hands on his chest, the pressure of his lips on mine. We have each other memorized. George picked me up and carried me to the common room it wasn't far, but opening the painting was a problem. George had put me down now, we walked over to the lit fire and sat down I moved myself onto his lap and relaxed, allowing myself to slump into Georges strong form. The fire was nice and warm against my face and legs; it reflected the warm, fuzzy feelings flowing around me.

"Fred and I have a new idea for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, with thought that with your experience in charms... you could... maybe... help us?" George whispered into my ear. I turned around to face him

"Sure, I'm happy that you're having fun." I say smiling at him. I was slowly falling asleep; I pulled Georges arms around my waist and snuggled into the crook of his neck. I fell asleep fairly quickly I must have been very tired.

- - P. O. V -

She fell asleep on my lap; I watched her eyes which were puffy from crying during her sleep, her chest slowly moved up and down. Azrael is gorgeous, even while she's sleeping. My mother said that she could just be using me, but I remember every time she's told me she loved me even when she thinks I'm asleep.

"Mum just doesn't trust you, I know you love me... we gave you Veritaserum for god sake and you still said that you loved me." I whispered to the angel that was sleeping on my lap, I'm not sure I was telling Azrael's sleeping form this for her own good... or for mine. I loved Azy I really did but the dark mark on her arm scares me.

"George I told you to stay away from her!" called my mother as she walked into the Gryffindor common room; I decided that I was just going to ignore her. What was she even still doing here? Shouldn't Dumbledore have sent her home already?

"How is she?" Harry asked from behind me I turned around to see Harry looking at me, I noticed my twin was leaning against the wall smiling as if he was amused with me; we must have swapped at some point while Azrael and I were together or something.

"Look for yourself" I say. I know my eyes are puffy from crying but she looks like she's been through war, her last solace was my chest. I hugged her tightly as if she was dead in my arms. I carried Azrael up to my dorm and laid her on my bed I fell asleep in the same bed as her and we wrapped each other's arms around each other.

I dreamt about Azrael and I, that we had a normal life together. In the dream her father was normal and both of our parents accepted our relationships. We loved each other and our parents loved us. It was the best dream I've ever had.