Draco And Angel

Downtown Salem

Business and Commerce Section

Unlike the Potters, who made sure their home was secluded and had no neighbours, Savannah and Draco Malfoy lived in a Muggle high rise condo. No one would suspect that, and therefore, Draco was left alone... despite the occasional haranguing from Malicia and the browbeating he got from Harry.

Savannah poured some coffee into her mug and looked out at her balcony where her brooding husband was. They had received Mali's owl an hour ago about what happened in Moscow. Draco promptly had taken to the balcony and put a locking charm on the door.

Draco had cut himself off from his family. After Isadora had taken him in after his seventh year, she made sure of that. It was somewhat odd knowing that a vampire, of all people, was disgusted with her descendents, declaring that Lucius was not worthy of the name Malfoy and that she was going to rectify what he had done to Draco. When the war was over, Harry had tracked down the Death Eaters that fled to America and made the deal with them. Protection as long as they gave up the right to use magic.

Isabella once told Lucius that she would make it her mission to make sure Draco was to learn about what it was to be a true Malfoy and that he would never see his son again. She also informed him that out of respect for Harry she wouldn't get her revenge on the man; otherwise Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy would have met the same fate as Severus Snape.

Draco's parents never knew of his marriage or his children. And that was the main reason Draco was grieving. He had made sure they never found out, and during his last and final meeting with Lucius, he denounced his father and the things he was taught, telling him that he hoped that the death he died would be a long and miserable torture. And it was now apparent Draco was beginning to regret those words.

His values and morals may have changed, especially with the help of Savannah, but one thing that didn't... was his unique ability to just be an asshole. Draco was still an ass, and he and Harry treated each other as an annoyance and never became friends, just tolerated each other for the sake of their wives...and their daughters' friendship.

Savannah sighed, wishing she could say something, and then jumped about a foot at the sound of someone Apparating next to her. Looking to her right, she spotted Harry, who was glaring at Draco out on the balcony.

"How long has he been out there?" he asked.

"About an hour."

Harry shook his head and rapped his knuckles on the door. Turning, Draco noticed his new visitor, greeted him with a scowl, but unlocked the door, letting Harry join him.

"Well, Malfoy, you gonna stay out here all day?"

"What the hell do you want?" Draco snapped. "I'm not up for hearing your fucking shit so say what you have to say and get the fuck out."

"Manners, Draco."

"Shove it, Potter."

"What do you want, Malfoy? Condolences on the deaths of your parents? You'll get them, I'm sure. But not from me. I have no sympathy whatsoever for the people who helped in the deaths of Ginny, Molly, Arthur and McGonagall. I'm sorry for what happened, how it happened, but for the rest I don't give a shit."

"Fuck you, Potter."

"Sorry. I prefer women. Or in my current case, one woman."

Draco stayed silent for a few moments. Turning away, he leaned against the railing, and his shoulders slumped. "Will they get a Funeral Fire?"

"No," Harry answered, his voice flat and hard. "You know the law, Draco. Only the honorable get the honor of a Funeral Fire. They did nothing to deserve that honor. If you want to see your parents one last time before the MMIA buries them, then do so. You have a day."

"Harry?" Savannah's voice carried outside. Both men turned and noticed the anxious expression on her face.

"Yes, Sav?"

"I just got an urgent message from St Errina's. Angel and Mali got into it, and Mali's threatening to AK her."

Harry sighed. "Fuck." He'd forgotten the intense history that Mali and Angel had. "We'll talk later, Malfoy." And with that he Disapparated out.

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St Errina's Mental Wellness Facility For Wizards And Witches.

Somewhere in Boston, Mass

"Let go of me! Let me go so I can kill the fucking bitch!" were the words that Harry heard as he Apparated outside of the conference room in St Errina's. His wife's voice. Obviously the meeting hadn't gone well. He jerked open the door and took in the state of the room. He really was stupid for sending Mali to question Angel. To question a woman that helped Voldemort imprison her.

Mali was being held against a wall by one large orderly while four others were surrounding another on the bed, one injecting a needle in a thin and pale arm. The table was upended against the wall, and the chairs were scattered. Scorch marks on the wall indicated Mali's attempts to curse or hopefully hex the other woman.

"Well, I can tell that I arrived in time," Harry drawled.

His words had the effect he wanted. They always did. Mali stopped struggling against the orderly, who had then let her go. Angel's yells had stopped, and silence echoed in the room. "Get out," he said to the orderlies, who instantly obeyed, leaving the room as Harry crossed over to his wife. Anger was rolling off her in waves, but she stayed still. Standing in front of her, blocking everything out, he tipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up, making her angry purple eyes meet his.

He kissed her lips briefly. "I'm sorry. I forgot."

Mali's anger lessened as she accepted his apology. "Doesn't matter," she murmured.

An eyebrow raised. "On the contrary it does." He placed another kiss, a little longer. "I'll make it up to you later."

This time he got a smile. "Promise?"

He smiled back. "Definitely."

"Will you take the PDAs out of the room please?" a female voice interrupted another kiss in the making. Angel was annoyed, but her voice was faint. Whatever they injected her with it was working, and Harry didn't have much time left.

"Wait for me outside," Harry told Mali, who nodded and quickly walked out, closing the door behind her. Harry stared at the wall in front of him for a moment and then turned. Grabbing a chair, he set it down a foot away from Angel and then sat down.

Angel De Mercy. The psychic from hell. Voldemort's protégé and psychotic to a spectacular degree. Only about ten years older than Harry. It was once said that her loyalty to Voldemort could never be shaken. The story about her was told that when she was five, her parents were murdered, killed during a magic fight between Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters. Voldemort had stepped in and saved the young girl who's exposure to the rough magic damaged her mentally and physically. She ended up allergic to magic, and while able to cast it, she just couldn't have it cast on her. As she got older the effects of it got worse. A simple Stunning Spell could kill her today.

Voldemort raised her, and when he was first defeated by Harry, she was raised by Lucius and Snape. As she grew up she suffered from her visions, her gift made her see the past, present and future as soon as she touched something. She became violent and suffered periods of delusions and insanity as she got older. When Voldemort returned she became even worse, literally a weapon at his own hand. She was also the only one who could give him shit and live to tell about it.

What Voldemort didn't count on was her gift to center on him. After a vicious battle with Hagrid, who she killed and the effort nearly killed her, she received visions of her past and found out the truth. Voldemort had killed her parents after they refused to give their gifted daughter to him. As a result, Angel's deadly intentions were no longer focused on Harry, who had barely survived the last meeting he had with her, and turned squarely on Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

She killed Bellatrix and sent her head to Harry. Then she killed the werewolf who bit Remus and sent his head to Remus. She quietly and methodically killed as many as she could, letting Voldemort think that the Order was picking off his loyal followers, never once thinking that Angel was the cause. How could he? He thought her loyalty to him was absolute. Angel made a truce with Harry one night, and during the final battle showed her true colors to Voldemort, killing Nagini and then destroying the last three Horcruxes, leaving Harry free and clear to destroy his enemy.

She delivered a blow of irony to her surrogate father, stabbing him literally in the back and telling him to have fun in hell while he can because when she got there she would spend eternity making his life a living nightmare. Harry was then able to do what he was fated to do. After the dust cleared and Harry had then taken responsibility to Angel, at first having the Order take care of her. But her debilitating dementia had proved it difficult so he placed her in St. Errina's. Where she had remained for three decades.

And at this moment she was lying in a makeshift bed, her empty golden brown eyes staring up at the ceiling. She hadn't changed much, except that her strawberry-blonde hair now had streaks of grey in it. Her skin was still pale, and she was thin to the point of malnutrition. Harry leaned back in his chair. "So, had a spat with Mali?"

"Just playing a little game. She couldn't take it."

"And what game would that be?"

"Remember The Past."

"Oh, yes, I'm sure she enjoyed that."

"She started it. Couldn't hold back the nasty comments of delusion."

Harry chuckled. Angel often reminded him of Raven, determined to make people see her point of view.

"I suppose you brought up her six month imprisonment."

"Yes. Touch a nerve right there. Still doesn't talk about it I take it?"

"Very little."

"Not surprised. Voldemort did his damndest to break her and switch loyalties. Another month or so he would of succeeded. Nearly turned her against her mother."

Nearly? He did. It took years to repair the damage that Voldemort had created between Allesandra and Malicia. Thanks to his revelations, the things he revealed to the girl about her mother, and due to him telling her that Allesandra has been given an ultimatum to get her back, Malicia had thoroughly resented her mother. When Remus and the Order rescued Mali from her imprisonment with the help of a Renegade who had infiltrated the Death Eaters, Mali had refused to have anything to do with her mother after she forced her to confirm what Voldemort had told her. It wasn't until she had given birth to Harry's son, James Sirius Remus Potter, that she had fully forgiven her mother.

"We need to talk, Angel."

"About Moscow," the psychic stated simply, still not looking away from the ceiling. "Death. Rage all around. Anger," she sighed. "Too many dreams. Too much all around."

"Can you tell me what you see?"

"There'll be more, Harry Potter. More death and destruction. She wants the world to fear her, more than Voldemort."

Harry sat up. "She? S is a woman?"

Angel didn't bother to confirm it. She was too far gone to realize he was there. Her eyes never blinked as the words escaped. "A thirst for revenge. A thirst for blood. A vengeance far more bloody than of Quartermaine."

"Is she connected to Allesandra?"

"A child who lost everything resolved to make sure she would never lose again. Allesandra Quartermaine had taken vengeance for her parents' deaths. And then went on a path of self destruction. She and the new one have one thing in common. Vengeance. She will kill again. More traitors will die, the rebels will fall..."

"Rebels..." Harry murmured. "The Renegades. She'll attack the Renegades."

Angel sighed, waves of weariness rolling off her body as she slowly returned to reality. Her eyes, eyes that had seen too much in this world, connected with his. "You're in danger, Harry," she said quietly. She reached out and touched his knee. "She will come for you... and your family."

"Will she succeed?" Harry asked quickly before Angel ran out of energy completely.

"No... after many battles... she will fall. But many lives... many lives will fall before her... One will lose her innocence and change." Angel closed her eyes. "So tired, Harry Potter... need to rest."

Harry stared helplessly as Angel succumbed to the affects of the drug and slept. Before he left, he placed a blanket on her and smoothed her hair back. She reminded him often of a young child, and he wondered what her life would of been like if she hadn't met Voldemort.

"I'm sorry for everything, Angel. I wish you had an easier life," Harry whispered before leaving.