Third Person PoV

Jenna was sitting on her bed in shock. Her niece had dropped a huge bombshell and she had reacted on instinct. It was only after Angel left the room that she realized how it must have sounded to the girl. The red-haired woman got up from her bed and went to look for the young girl. It was easy to forget that Angel had a bad past sometimes. Ever since Miranda and Grayson died, she hid her thoughts most of the time. She became this happy, somewhat confident girl that only came out in the presence of the people she trusted a lot… Angel had trusted her aunt and Jenna was scared that she completely messed it up now.

"Where's Angel?" Jenna questioned, seeing the two boys sitting on the living room couch.

Jeremy looked up, worry shining in his face "She went for a walk with Blue and Hero."

"I think I messed up," the older woman sighed, ruffling her hair nervously "Was she telling the truth, Jeremy? About herself? Where she came from?"

"She was," the younger boy nodded "What happened Aunt Jenna?"

Jenna took a deep breath "I might have told her that she was crazy and maybe she should consider therapy again…"

"Shit. Don't worry about it, Jenna. Angel was really worried about how you'd react. She probably only freaked out. How about the three of us sit down and talk about it quietly?" Jeremy proposed, really getting into the role of the man of the house "Sorry, Matt but this is a bit of a delicate topic for Angel still."

The blond boy waved it off "I don't mind. There's a lot I still don't know about your sister and the least I can do is to trust you after you helped me."

"Thank you," Jeremy sighed in relief "I was afraid that you'd be mad about being left out."

"Listen, man," Matt shook his head "I'm extremely grateful for what Angel did for me and I won't throw it in her face by demanding things that are hers to tell. Since it doesn't really concern me and everything…"

Jenna watched the two boys with a proud smile "I think I made the right decision in allowing you to stay here, Matt. You are both pretty amazing when it comes to Angel. Not saying that she can't handle herself but we were always a bit concerned when she didn't make friends." It had been a struggle for the little girl that came to live with them. She had gotten better, even though the circumstances weren't the best. Angel was a strong girl, one of the strongest that Jenna ever met. She doubted many could survive what she went through and lived. And if she was really who she said she was then it was all the more amazing. The Harry Potter books – while great entertainment – would have been hard to live through. Harry was thrown from one dangerous situation into another and there were so many people that died. Angel said something about the graveyard… Hadn't Harry been tortured by Voldemort at the end of the fourth book? Jenna decided that she would sit down with her niece and nephew and listen to what they both had to say until she judged.

Two hours later, there was still no sign of Angel returning and they were getting more and more worried. What if something happened to her? She did say that there were vampires in town… What if she was dead already? Was she hurt? Angel liked to walk in the forest. What if something happened to her there? There were so many 'what ifs' running through their minds at the moment that they almost didn't hear the sound of the doorbell.

Jenna shot off to answer the door. When she saw who was on the other side though, she let out a huge gasp. Damon Salvatore was holding her niece in his arms, the two dogs at his feet "What happened? Is she hurt? Where was she?"

"Calm down," Damon soothed with a small smile towards the worried guardian "I found her sleeping in a tree actually. She's completely fine."

"Oh, thank God," Jenna sighed and stepped to the side "Bring her into the living room, please?"

The vampire nodded and stepped into the house, careful of the precious cargo in his arms. When he found the girl on one of the higher branches of a tree, he was surprised. Why would she be up there in the first place? It seemed like an odd place to be but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Damon himself felt comfortable surrounded by trees. The forest was as close to pure nature as you could come in this age. He laid the sleeping girl onto the couch and stepped back. It was weird how important Angel was to him already. She never judged him, even after she found out that he had killed before. There was something about her that drew him in.

"Thank you, Damon," Jenna smiled nervously, staring at him closely.

He smirked in amusement "I see she told you," he remarked "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Any of you."

Matt grinned sarcastically "After Vicki, you mean."

Damon sighed "I already apologized for that, Matt. I get that you won't just forgive and forget but I'm trying here."

They were interrupted when Angel shifted a bit and shot up a second later "Wha…?"

"Angel," Jeremy called gently to get her attention "Are you okay?"

She nodded in confusion "Didn't I fall asleep in the forest?"

"You did," the younger brother nodded disapprovingly "We were worried when you didn't come back."

"Sorry, Jay," Angel sighed, her eyes trailing over the room until they stopped on Jenna "I'm sorry, Aunt Jenna. I didn't mean to run off like that. I should have probably tried to explain better."

The older woman smiled reassuringly "We both reacted the wrong way. I was shocked, Angel but Jeremy proposed that the three of us talk about it quietly. Is that okay?"

Angel nodded and tugged a strand of her bright red hair behind her ear "Yeah. I'd like that."

"Great," Jeremy clapped "Then we'll go upstairs to Angel's room. Thank you for bringing my sister back, Damon. You can either stay here or leave. Matt…"

"I'll keep him company," the blond finished the sentence "Just go on already."

The younger of the two humans raised his hands with a small laugh "Alright, alright. Pushy." He held out his hand for his older sister to take and pulled her off of the sofa and up the stairs with Jenna following.

As soon as the door closed behind the three of them, Angel had already silenced the room, mindful of the vampire downstairs. She wandered over to where the books were stashed on her bookshelf. Her hand stopped over one of them – the Goblet of Fire specifically – and she pulled in out, heading back to the bed quietly "I was fourteen when this happened," she started shyly, peaking up at her aunt "The Triwizard Tournament was one of the stupidest and most pointless things that were ever invented. I really don't understand why they ever decided hosting one of these was a good idea. Anyway, I was chosen as the fourth champion along with Cedric, Fleur and Victor. Most of the school shunned me back then because 'I put my name into the Goblet'. The tasks weren't easy but the worst thing was what happened at the end of the maze. Cedric and I touched the Triwizard Cup at the same time. Long story short, Cedric was killed, Voldemort came back and I was tortured quite badly. The last thing I remember before waking up here was this white light… I didn't get that I was in a different world until I read the first book a day or two after Miranda and Grayson took me in."

"So the things from the book happened the way it's written?" Jenna asked curiously "And what do you mean you were fourteen? When you came here you were eight."

Angel shook her head "It happened differently but the major things were the same… I have no idea what happened with my age. Hell, I don't know what happened period. While there are witches here as well, they're different and I really don't trust them enough to ask them."

"Okay," the older woman blinked "I won't pretend that I understood that but anyway… What was different from what I know now?"

"Well, you probably guessed that I was abused, right?" Angel questioned, waiting for her aunt's nod "In the books, the Dursleys were way tamer than they were towards me. I didn't have too many friends at Hogwarts either. Ron and Hermione were only trying to get close to me for my money, so I ditched them after the dragon incident in First Year. The rest isn't too important at the moment."

Jenna grabbed her niece's hand and squeezed in comfortingly "I understand now. I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier but you have to admit that it sounded a bit crazy."

Angel snorted "A bit, yeah… Do you want to see some magic? I should have offered earlier but I panicked."

"It's normal, Tiny," Jeremy cut in with a small smile "Be careful, Aunt Jenna. When I asked Angel for a demonstration, she dyed my hair pink and refused to change it back until it was time to go to school."

The older woman giggled when Angel threw her brother an annoyed look "Maybe just something small?"

The red-haired girl smiled a bit and waved her hand in the direction of one of the paintings on the floor. It zoomed into her hand immediately "Here," she murmured "Those are my biological parents, their friends and my friends."

"Wow," Jenna gaped "You look just like your mother only your hair is a bit brighter."

She nodded in acknowledgment "I heard that a lot actually. Erm, if you don't mind… I'm a bit tired now? I promise that I'll answer any question you have but not today. It was enough excitement for one day."

"You're probably right," Jenna nodded "I'm actually tired as well. Angel? I'm glad that you trusted me enough to tell me about this."