Faith Comes In Different Names.
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A/N: If anyone can tell me what Angie and Damon's names mean, u get a cookie!
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Ange Bonfoi. The poster child. Only 11 years old and already an accomplished violinist, pianist, artist, and she was awfully pretty to boot. Angie had been living in Paris, France with her parents her entire life. Her mother and father, Michelle and Antoine, had given her everything, and she gave them her all in return. Staring into her bedroom mirror, brushing her hair, she noticed something, something about her that was wrong. She looked nothing like her parents. He pale blonde hair and light blue-green eyes were completely different from her mother's auburn hair and hazel eyes, and her father's black hair and chocolate brown eyes. Dismissing it as yet another mystery of genetics, Angie put away her brush, blew out the candle on her vanity, and went to bed.
"Mon petit ange, we should tell her." Antoine said, peering into his only daughter's bedroom.
"Must we?" Michelle had a sad look on her face, "But then she will want to leave us."
"No she won't. Listen, dearest, she's going to attend Hogwarts in the fall, whether we like it or not. She will meet him, possibly both of them, and she will find out. We must tell her." Michelle turned away from her husband.
"Let's discuss this in the morning." Michelle replied, coldly. She brushed past Antoine harshly and went to their bedroom. Antoine soon heard a slam and a click.
"I suppose it's the couch for me."
Angie sat up. She had heard her parents talking, and wondered what could have been so important that they could have gotten into a fight over it. "Maybe I'm not good enough…" Angie whispered as she fell back asleep.
The next morning, at breakfast, there was some serious tension in the air.
"Mom…"
"Not now, Angie, I'm glaring at your father." Angie snorted, her parents were such children sometimes.
"Honey, we should talk…about…you-know-what…" Antoine didn't want to anger his wife any more.
"Fine. Angie, Honey, we have something that we need to tell you…" Michelle cleared her throat. "We…we…" Suddenly, an owl flew in through their kitchen window. "Oh thank Merlin" Michelle said to herself. "Um, Angie, dear, what does it say?"
"You have been accepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…Cool!" Angie looked delighted. "Uh, Mom, Dad, what did you want tell me?"
"Rats. I was hoping that darned owl would distract you. Ah well, Angie, you…are…notourdaughter." Michelle mumbled into her coffee cup.
"WHAT??!?!?!?!?!?" Michelle stood up from the table. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
"Dear, please calm down…It's a very long story…But I doubt you'd want to hear it from us. I suppose Dumbledore will inform you and the others." Antoine said calmly.
"The…others?" Angie said, sitting back down.
"Yes…The others."
" I have one question…" Angie looked to her 'parents' for an indication to continue, "Who are my parents?"
Michelle looked at Antoine, then to Angie. She hesitated before responding, " Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy."
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A/N: Yes, yes, short, but there's nothing really to rite about yet. The longest chapter will be the arrival at Hogwarts. It will include the sorting and Dumbledore's explanation.