hey, this is my first fic in english. be comprehensive please! i hope a will emprove but it will take time.

this fic is a traduction of one of my fic in french named Ange Jedusor.

prologue

Harry settled with the table of its office cursing once more against the members of the order of chicken... Phoenix!

Yeah whatever

In short, he sent a letter to them as soon as it made a nightmare. Did the members write to him in return? Of course that not. Why would they break their back to him to say what occurred or if that helped them.

With final, Harry had written to them no more for one week and nobody had passed. The uncle Vernon was more insufferable that never and Harry vaguely started to understand Voldemort. Bloody muggle which was believed more malignant than them!

that made a few days that he noticed minor changes in his appearance: initially his hair which had started to push and to be cleared up, his eyes also which became less green to take a still unknown but odd colour. It was sure. his pupils lengthened gently and his sight had largely improved. that was obviously not large thing but the fact remained that frightened him a little.

This evening he would be 16 years old! Oh joy, he was still in life!

Youpiiiii!

he launched a grim look in his dear Hedwige, his faithful raptor which in vain tried to corrode the bars of it's cage. he took one of his books of course and undertook to read again it once again! that made only the thirteenth time after all... The inactivity sincerely started to weigh him. Hermione was somewhere at the other end of the planet, Ron was to be with Charly in Romania and he did not have any news of the twins. Even the with dimensions one of Remus, it was radio silence. And one did not have to expect that deaths have the telephone. he sighed and his head ran up against the edge of its office although his hair deadened the shock. that also holds that disturbed it. His aunt had tried to cut them to him but the scissors had broken. A new oddery undoubtedly! After the parseltongue, unbreakable hair.

he remembered temporarily that the hair of Superman also was impossible to cross and wondered whether him also came from the Krypton planet. does not have to say, when one is alone, what one is bored to death! Dudley had enlarged at least twenty kilos what had made it pass from the stage whale-calves to that of adult elephant!

And this idiot was proud of it!

Note that with dimensions of him, he had the air of a maggot. Its body not being really very large at the base, it had become even odder recently. Preferring not to be delayed on the subject, he heard the delicate and crystalline voice of his uncle.

"POTTER! THERE IS A MAIL FOR YOU! "

Pushing one sighed to split the heart, it opened the door and descended the staircases. The letter came from a large London cabinet. It raised an eyebrow. What had it still made?

"Dear Mr Potter,

This letter was given to us fifteen years ago by your mother. She wished that we give it to you the day of your sixteenth birthday.

Cordially

Cabinet Abbott and Crupson "

Harry crumpled the bit of paper and threw it in the dustbin close to his office. he held the letter yellowed against its heart during a few moments. His mother had written a letter to him. Merlin alone knew why still! Taking a great inspiration, it unsealed the envelope and stop breathing. The letter was not intended to him but with certain an Angel. Here are which was really disconcerting!

"My Angel, my heart, my baby.

I know that this letter will shock you. However, Angel is well your name and it is high time that you know the truth. The truth on this demolished and subjected woman who was your mother. I will begin this history when I was 13 years old. I was in Slytherin like had been to it your father. I had evil to include/understand how being girl of muggle I had been able to go in this house which accomodated only pure bloods! I thus carried out my small survey and I made with Severus a special potion. The potion of genetics. It is made containing blood but I would pass the remainder of the explanations.

At 13 years, I discovered that I was not at all a girl of muggle but a true pure blood with half human. My parents had died both of the hand of Dumbledore. My father was called Alphonse Grindewald and my mother Eloin, Queen of the elves woodland. My survival was likely to compromise the formidable plans of the director then it tried to also kill me but following of my mother brought me into a village muggle and left me on the step of a door. Evans never said anything to Pétunia thus it does not know anything.

For this day, I had nothing any more but one obsession, to avenge me for Dumbledore. Of this man who had ruined my life and who would probably continue. I quickly bound of friendship with Lucius, Narcissa, Severus and curiously Sirius and Remus. They were both in Gryffondor and were friendly with Potter but they were really cool.

When I was 17 years old, Voldemort started to recruit at the school then Lucius took along me with him one evening and it presented to us. that was not used for nothing to lie then I said to him who I was really. I have surprised it, it charmed me, I liked it. Unfortunately, Albus ends up discovering which I was really and it started to threaten my life or that of my people. The elves are peaceful but vulnerable in a world where the magic disappeared gradually. It forced me to marry James. We hated ourselves copiously but one made with. I gave rise to a son, Harry James Potter. The portrait of his father! It was only a child but I did not manage to like him like my son. He was so much... common and human especially.

Lucius and Severus made me share of a project that Voldemort wanted to develop and I am flee with Harry. After all, he could be useful to me! Voldemort accomodated me the open arms and made me share of its project. he wanted a child but not any child. he wanted it immortal and indestructible powerful. In his opinion, while combining several bloods at the same time, of quite precise bloods, he would arrive there. he had begun a few year before has to make research on the descendant genetics of the founders. Thus one had discovered that James was that of Gryffondor, Voldemort that of Serpentard, Franck Longdubat, that of Poufsouffle and me that of Serdaigle by my father and Merlin by my mother. The black vampires and elves were under its orders and it managed to illegally probably get blood of angel and unicorn. It needed much working hour to obtain the perfect mixture and he wanted to test it on me.

It is the last time that him and me made love. One month later, I was pregnant. It made me drink the potion and we waited. Albus had had wind of the project and feared the worst! It was a genuine weapon of massive destruction which it would have on the arms. However, with the wire of the months when my belly swelled, Voldemort became increasingly paternal. It had arranged a room for its heir, became even straightforwardly cakes!

The day of your birth, the magic completely disappeared and Albus really was afraid. Then, when your head left and that you pushed your first cry, all the windows of the manor exploded. The following day, Albus attacked the manor in force. I knew what it would do to you then I have do what I believed necessary. I inter changed the babies. Harry became Angel and was carried out by the ministry and Angel became Harry. Albus sent a obliviate to me but was to know little about the elves. However, I played the game cheating my smiles and nourishing me of your cowing and your smiles.

I know that a prophecy was made, I do not know the contents of it but I know that Harry was the principal actor. If I must die, I would die by smiling and saying to me that this insane old man deserved well what arrived to him!

I do not know what you will do my darling by seeing this letter. All that I know it is which if you are at Pétunia as I am sour that Dumbledore will have placed you there, start from there, you are not in safety. August 1, it is your birthday and the charm which I had placed on you will disappear leaving place with that which you would have of the being since the beginning. With you to decide which will be your camp. That of the insane old man who made our life to all the 3 a hell or in that of your father who liked you so much that it temporarily broke his image of sanguinary monster. Make your own opinion on him! Not need to listen to ineptitudes of the others.

Though it is, I would always love you my darling. You were my sunbeam, my whole! I hope that you will live a happy life with your father! A better life than me of all cases.

I love you my angel

Your mother

Lily Anne Evans."

Harry looked at the letter, astounded. his neurons worked to 100 per hour. he thus had the choice between living a short life filled of lie with people who used him and scorned him, or living a short life with his father who adored him to him and in a world or he would be fears. The choice was very difficult.

A sadistic and fatal smile appeared on its lips. Albus was going to beg never not to have killed Grindewald! Oh yes! The play could start and that was going to be bloody! It would make them pay these traitors! And it was testing some in advance! The next months would be interesting!

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