Bride of the Devil

By Spectra Angel

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Chapter 2: Adela Ramirez, the Proud Californian Girl

Adela Isabelle Eva Ramirez Ripoll (short term Adela Ramirez Ripoll) woke up suddenly from her bed screaming, sweating and panting. She raised a hand and gingerly touched her scar, the only remainder of her past. At least that's what she thought. She had stopped screaming all of the sudden.

"Ohh, not that dream again," Adela mumbled with her Californian accent.

(BY THE WAY, GO CALIFORNIA!! WOW!!! CALIFORNIA KICKS ASS!!)

This hadn't been the first time for over 15 years that had happened. At first Adela thought this was just one of those stupid good for nothing dreams. But she instantly knew that it wasn't for it had happened more than one time. The more she dreamed about it the more worried she would get. Nevertheless, Adela wanted to know whom those people were in her dreams. She wanted to know whom the woman that was crying, and the man that tried to protect her family or those two babies clutched in their mother's arms were.

Especially that tall man in the hood that killed those innocent people was. Were those people her parents she was always wondering about? Preposterous!! Her foster parents told her they were dead a long time ago. Or were not?

"Adela!!! Are you O.K?!" a voice abruptly answered with a heavy Spanish accent.

"Yes, Maria! I'm O.K!!" Adela suddenly jumped out of her bed and took of her pajamas and grabbed a pair of jeans and a sleeve less shirt. She went to the bathroom and dressed as quickly as she could. She looked at herself in the mirror.

A 16-year-old girl stared back at her with her long and beautiful dark ebony hair, which was like halo. Her emerald eyes were beautiful and brilliant that caught the attention of men. Her face was pale like ivory and her lips were red like a ruby shining through the light. In her forehead was a scar that stood out vivid in her forehead.

People would say she looked so much like Shakira, except for her green eyes. This only made Adela laugh.

She had a body that would not quit (as all the guys would say) for she was small but thin and slender as always. She was gorgeous, clever, and extremely kind too. She had never received a bad grade and always loved to help on charities and help others on their work and problems. But she was also gifted.

One of her most precious gifts was her voice. Everybody loved to listen to her sing, for she had the most beautiful voice in the world. Besides having a beautiful voice Adela had the most rarest gift of all.

Adela had the power to talk to snakes. She didn't notice this and didn't even know that she was a Parseltongue just like her brother and the Dark Lord.

However, Adela had always wondered about the weird things that had happened to her for the rest of her childhood and her teenage years. One time she had fallen of the stairs when she was eight years old. She had escaped only with a small scar and no bruises were visible through her.

Royalty had reigned in the wizarding world for she was actually Diana Potter, the daughter of two powerful wizards, James and Lily Potter, who had died and the sister of the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter.

Her parent's never knew whom Adela's real forename was or what she really 'was'. They always prided themselves by saying that she was 100% Latin-American. Adela always prided herself on being Californian since she had been raised in California the rest of her life.

All they would always said to her was she was 'a gift from the gods' since they couldn't have children of their own. They kept telling Adela how beautiful she was when they first saw her in their entrance door when she was a baby and how proud she made them.

Adela would probably never know about her world and her real life.

Adela shuddered and murmured to herself "I'm just a normal kid, nothing else. I just hope I'm not loosing my mind over this"

Once she was dressed out and ready to go to school she looked at her clock.

"Ohhh, man! It's 7:45!! I'm going to be late for school!!"

She went to her mirror and combs her hair quickly. She headed to the kitchen as fast as she could and grabbed a slice of bred and some milk. Adela spotted her two cousins Maria and Jose sitting on a chair by the table.

"Your going to be late again, Adela" Maria and Jose murmured as they saw Adela scoff her bread.

"I know. It's just my dreams that make me wake up late" Adela said rather exasperated.

"Why?" Maria said worriedly. Maria was a tall and slender pretty girl with brown hair and dark eyes. She had a heavy Californian and sometimes-Spanish accent. She was four years older than Adela.

"Yeah. You know you keep saying that" Jose suddenly stopped as he looked at the fuming expression on Adela's face "Ayy perdon!!" Jose was Maria's brother and they both got along just like he did with Adela. Jose was a year older than Maria and like his sister; he had brown hair and dark eyes. He was thin and tall. To Maria's and Adela's opinion they would say he was cute instead of handsome.

"Yes I do" Adela said with a smile.

"I don't know about your dreams but you need to get on time to school then we can discuss these 'dreams' you keep saying everyday" Maria replied with a laugh.

"Yes, prima" Adela said with her Spanish accent.

"Hey, La Tia is coming" Jose suddenly said.

Adela's mother emerged from the living room and she spotted her daughter barely finishing her bread.

"Ayyy Adeal!!! What am I going to do with you, hija? You're going to be late again for la escuela again" her mother told her with her Spanish accent. Adela's mother was a small and thin woman with a kind face. Unlike her daughter, she had dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"Ayyyy, Mama. Don't worry. I'll be on time to la escuela. No te preocupes" she told her mother. Her mother was so overprotective of her daughter all of the sudden.

The beeping of a car suddenly made everyone jump.

"Come on Adela. Your father is waiting in the car. Now go and have a nice day"

Adela embraced her mother and her cousins. She left her house and headed for the car that was waiting for her outside of the house. Her father was in the car waiting for her with a grimace.

"Your late, muchacha" her father said. Even though Adela's father was smaller than her, he was very strict with her daughter but usually he was loving with her.

"I'm sorry, Papi.I promise I'll try to wake up early. Can you forgive me Papi?" she gave her father an innocent look, which made her father laugh.

"Ahhh, all right Hija. You'll always be my little Princesa. How can I get mad at such a pretty and innocent thing like you?" Both of them laughed.

"Anyways, why can't you get up early in the morning, hija?" her father said with concern.

"Ohhhh" Adela looked at her father "Well you see, I have nightmares Dad."

"Nightmare. You mean pesadillas?" Her father looked at her more apprehensive than ever.

"Yeah. I think it's these people I think I know but I can't remember who they are" Her father looked at her shocked.

"Can you see how they look like?"

"No. I just hear voices. That's all. But I think they are my parents."

Her father suddenly stopped the car. Adela looked at her father alarmed and concerned.

"Are you OK, Papa?"

"Si. It's just that, I don't think it is possible. I mean your real parents are dead"

"How come you and Mama are sure? Has anyone told you about them?"

"No, hija, no. It's just; I get the feeling that they are dead. I don't know why, that's just how I feel. Me entiendes, Hija?"

"Si, Papi. I guess your right." She looked down disappointed.

"Is there anything else you want to know?" her father asked her kindly.

"Yeah. How did I get here, in California?"

"Ohhhh. Well, you see Adela, we actually lived in New York when we found you and adopted you. But New York was a dangerous and didn't have enough jobs for people. So your mother and I decided to live her in California for a better life for us and especially, you. And now we are here with a better life and a good job"

"Yeah. That's right" Adela smiled at her father. "Oh. One more thing too, Papi"

"Yes, princesa?"

"Do you know if I had a brother before?"

"No. Why?"

"I don't know. I get the feeling someone related to me is out there waiting for me"

Her father looked at her again and in unease. He broke the silence.

"Well we have to leave. Don't want to be late for school do you?"

"Nope"

"Que bien. Now lets go"

Adela's father turned on the car again and drove all the way to school. Adela wondered about her nightmares and her family.

Something in her heart told her that her family was alive somewhere far away from here. She hoped she was right.