Listed Angels of the Wizarding World
Noted by the Ministry's Scribe - Kia Serons - 1928 to present
Beaulance
A French wizarding family, who have now had their blood contaminated with inter-breeding with veelas. To be avoided. Males of this family have long since stopped carrying the angel blood. However females, though limited, carry the angel blood - and have the added benefit of not sharing the Anges Tombes curse, which has been inflicted on their male counterparts.
The Veela blood in the family means that they have very diluted Anges Tombes blood - which means that the beauty and charm that a normal Veela gets is deemed inaffective after the age of 18.
Current members of the family who are considered to have angel blood :
Null.
All members dead.
Jantreos
The Italian counterparts of the Malfoys - commonly misspelled as Malfoi, meaning bad faith - this family also have angel blood, and are also the descendent of one of first Anges Tombes. They share the Stone Dragon's Curse with the Malfoy family of Britain.
Current members of the family who are considered to have angel blood :
Maxmillian Jantreos
Sasha Jantreos
Malfoy
The Malfoy family is famed in the world of the magically oppressed because of their excessive wealth - and success. The Malfoys have descended from Anges Tombes blood. The curse took a toll on their family - as death is the only option for one that does not find their mate. However, in recent years, many methods have helped the Malfoys to find the mates they are paired with.
Mating is all that is required to complete the match - with the addition of an heir in the first 10 years after mating. The Malfoys do not require a proper marriage to symbolise mating - and can simply dictate joining by using words.
After the birth of the first child, the Malfoys no longer have to suffer the possible pains and problems faced in the lead up to mating. The bond that will remain will instead be a romantic one - whilst it was one that shared physical pain, in the past.
Current members of the family who are considered to have angel blood :
Draco Malfoy
St. Mungos was at its busiest in weeks. The hospital had been quietly declining in emergency problems. There were always the few oddballs - and the ever bubbling psychiatric department. But the emergency department was quiet.
Till suddenly, three bodies were being wheeled in. And a large family of tired-looking redheads - at least three generations of them, trailed behind the bodies, as well as the Harry Potter, who looked worried.
Of the five people that had occupied the room in the manor, one was arrested at the scene. Three were taken to hospital - one already confirmed dead on arrival. Of the two fallen that fell to the floor, only one was dead. The last of the people in the room was merely a spectator. It was Harry that was the spectator.
It was Marietta Edgecombe who was in custody.
It was Padma Patil who calmed her younger colleagues down, and it was she who hurriedly ran over to the people she knew so well. Padma had trained along side Hermione to become a Healer. Her twin, Parvati had decided to pursue a career at Madam Malkins, but Padma had always had a certain firmness of mind that dictated her becoming a Healer.
She took their pulse, and carted them into the ER room, with a sense of calmness that the others appreciated.
It was a moment before she returned.
"Hermione is in critical. " She paused, hesitant whether to continue. "Rita is dead. It seems she was poisoned."
No one seemed concerned about Rita. The shock on each person's face was evident, as they all sat there looking at Padma. There was only so much that they could do as they sat there on the cold seats.
"And Draco? How's Draco?" It was Luna who spoke. She was the only one who would inquire, it seemed. The Weasleys might have accepted Hermione's relationship, but that was as far as it ended.
Their biased minds seemed to imply that Ron's death could have been prevented had it not been for Draco.
Draco was the third casualty - the third body that was wheeled into the old magical hospital. Moments after the arrival of the Auror, Draco had fell to the ground writhing.
Padma looked saddened as she pondered how to answer Luna's earnest question. She sighed.
"I hate to say this, but it seems he's going to die on my watch. He is inflicted with some sort of curse – that's what I make of it from his records."
Luna spoke quietly in reply to Padma.
"Anges tombes."
Padma started.
"Yes, that was the name. Are you aware of it then, Luna?" All of the people there could see the glimmer of hope in Padma's eyes. She seemed excited and suddenly aware of what to do.
Luna nodded slightly.
"How?"
Luna tilted her head, wondering whether to divulge the entire secret, of sorts.
"I discovered it quite by accident, in fact. The curse runs within Draco's family - and it was only due to my extensive work into the existence of Angels that I discovered it, in the first place. I found old records listing them, and Draco's name was on it. Recognising it, I researched into it."
She told the entire truth, letting everyone near by know as well.
"Do you know who his mate is?" Padma accepted what Luna told her, but seemed to need to know more.
Luna was silent, as she wondered how to answer. She was not entirely sure, as neither Draco nor Hermione had ever confirmed it. But with their sudden relationship and engagement, her suspicions were alive.
"I do." A voice spoke from behind Padma spoke. It was then Padma noticed how the eyes of everyone in the vicinity were looking beyond her, to someone standing directly behind her.
She turned, with a sense of anticipation. Each person in the room looked shocked at who it was, but for Luna, who knew exactly the depth of the connection between Draco and his mother. For, who else would it be, who would seek Draco out then Narcissa Malfoy.
It was perhaps, more surprising, then that the man who lingered behind her, with his long shoulder length platinum hair was Lucius Malfoy.
There was a brief moment of silence, that followed their arrival. The tension of the room was stifling. It was Narcissa who finally broke her silence.
"Is he OK?" She directed the question to Harry and Luna - the last moments of the war were ones that defined them, and Harry hadn't been quick to forget Narcissa.
Narcissa's face was pale, and stretched tight, in a look of anxiety.
It was Molly who answered her, realising the concern on her face. Molly and Narcissa shared many things, though no one, including themselves, had realised this.
They shared the firmness - the ferocity - when demanded of them. They also shared the links through their pureblood ancestry. But perhaps the most important thing they shared, according to Molly, was their maternal instincts - and concern.
It was thus, that when Molly saw a fellow mother, her mind drifted to her own children, all seven of them.
And it was she who realised that this poor broken woman needed a shoulder. One that Molly could lend.
"We have hope." A gentle sentence fell from her mouth, and she was unable to stop it, but neither did she wish to. Narcissa felt a smile touch her lips, even as her mask of concern laid on her face.
"Thank you." She whispered, in a meek tone that none of the other people had heard leaving her mouth before.
She's running. She can see Draco in the far distance, and she can't help the joy that floods her in a sense of ecstasy. Draco. Draco, my darling. Sweet nothings are expelled from her lips as she catches a flash of blonde hair.
Brown eyes meet grey, and she smiles.
She blinks - though she wants to glance at his face for a while longer; she regrets blinking instantly because when she opens her eyes, he's gone.
She calls to him. And suddenly there's a flash of green light.
Hermione. It is whispered across the sky, and as she looks up to see where he is, she can see the fast approaching grey that signals a storm. It is the exact colour of his eyes.
She turns, running to find shelter. She looks back, and for the briefest of moments, she can hear her name whispered once more. She blinks again. The grey clouds are almost above her now.
The flash of green light has long since vanished, but she can't help but think it was somehow ominous. Her mutinous mind tells her to run back. And so she does.
She runs fast and hard into the storm, and it is only seconds before her skin is wet - she doesn't know whether it's wet because of perspiration or the rain. She does not care. A gurgling laughter reaches her ears and she's running again, her aching legs crying out in protest.
Draco. He's dying. It surprises her he isn't already dead, because it is now she realises what the green light had been. She cradles his head in her lap, her tears falling on his face - melding with his own tears.
A loud ticking alerts her to the prescence of something else. At first, she thinks it's his heart, beating - reassuring her, he's still alive. He gestures to a nearby tree, where a ticking clock proudly proclaims the time.
"I waited." He says and then softly, ever so gently he closes his eyes. And it's now she realises it's all her fault. She has killed him.
Padma started in surprise as she saw the rapidly pulsating heart monitor. It was due to Hermione's insistence that the muggle machine had been added to the wards at St. Mungos. They had, of course, been magically enhanced, but the practical use remained the same.
It was connected to Hermione Granger, the woman who was currently thrashing on the hospital bed.
Padma seemed to follow her instincts as she laid a cold cloth on Hermione's forehead. In a pureblood world, cold cloths did not help. But it seemed to ease Hermione.
She fretted silently. Narcissa and Luna had told her who Draco's mate was and Padma had calmly moved them both into the same room. Harry seemed to linger near the door, where both Draco and Hermione's beds were placed side by side.
It was Harry, a world famous auror, who had realised what had happened.
Marietta had switched sides - she was tired of Rita. Marietta had poisoned Rita. And Hermione, sweet Hermione, had realised. Rita was already dying. The poison would have killed her in minutes.
Hermione had intended to kill Rita - in a strangely selfless act.
She had intended to rescue Rita, by making sure she did not suffer the painfully slow death of the poison that Marietta had put into the tea. It still astounded Harry that Hermione had caught onto Marietta's shifty dealings.
But perhaps there was something he had missed.
What surprised Harry more was that Marietta had committed the act of murder so subtly. Even the heartless have a change of emotion when killing, Harry had always felt. Marietta was very different in that way.
Narcissa sat, leaning against Lucius Malfoy, who had his arms wrapped around her person. She put her head into the crook of his neck, in an age old gesture of seeking comfort. She had kissed his scars since he'd had them.
Since they were in Hogwarts, the beautiful cool Slytherin girl, with the older man who barely gave anyone a second glance, she had recognised their love. And she had not been surprised when he had told her she was his mate.
But here, her son faced trials, and she closed her eyes, realising that she was unable to help him. If only things were as simple as they had been during her time. She wished.
3 decades before our story takes place
Hogwarts
Narcissa Black was beautiful. She was also untouchable. With pale, ivory skin - and waist length blonde hair she was enviable. Her green stormy eyes were lined with black lashes as they flashed in happiness.
She sat by the lake, her legs spread out on the grass. She laughed as she saw some younger students trying to skip stones. She was no longer a student. She was here to get married.
She flipped her wavy hair back off her face, as she leaned against the trunk of the willow tree that over hung the lake. Her sharp ears caught on the sound of someone walking up behind her.
She turned, ferociously, her wand out in an instant.
"Narcissa. It's me." She did not need to ask twice who 'me' was.
She turned, recognising the silky voice.
"Lucius." She whispered.
He laughed, a low laugh, wrapping his arms around her. The twenty-one year old man kissed her temple, with love.
"My mate." She smiled.