A little Curse by the name of Angel...

Disclaimer: I in no way own any of JK Rowling\'s characters, plots, places or situations. :D But it\'s sure nice of her to let me play with them!
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It had been a uncomfortably quiet walk through Hogwarts, feet echoing loudly in the abandoned passageways. This girl, who named herself \'Angel\' and walked with an expression of such \'happyhappy!\' and ...something else that Narcissa couldn\'t place, but it was familiar... that it made Narcissa on edge. She felt almost as if she was waiting for a storm to break.

They came outside of Hogwarts, and wordlessly Narcissa headed down the path to the gates of Hogwarts.

Another glance towards \'Angel\' made Narcissa\'s nerves stand on edge again. There really was something strange about that girl, although she couldn\'t place it. Angel literally skipped alongside her, the hideous muggle garb bouncing with her. And with the style it was in, bouncing was really not a good idea. At all. The top looked as if it\'d been scratched across the front, and a shameful amount of cleavage was starting to bounce into place. The skirt, just as shameful in the length and style, really didn\'t seem to know how to stay down \'Angel\'s legs. And in closer inspection from behind, (Angel had skipped ahead to inspect a flower), the Muggle clip was in the fasion of some sort of black rose.

Bellatrix would like this girl if she lost that expression, Narcissa thought dryly. But it was still strange that not a single word had been spoken. The witch was tempted to prod hard at \'Angel\' and demand her to talk. Dumbledore hadn\'t exactly elaborated in his letter about why Narcissa was supposed to take care of Naomi. He hadn\'t even given her a last name, or even so much of a hint at this Naomi aka \'Angel\' \'s history or family. Narcissa supposed that was because \'Angel\' knew it herself.

Not soon enough, both reached the carriage.

\"Up.\" Narcissa pointed at the carriage, but it was unneeded. Angel had bounced up into the carriage (Much to the discomfort of the poor horses waiting), and Narcissa followed. The door was shut, the carriage jolted away, and soon they were rushing through the air and towards the Manor. Narcissa made herself comfortable on the cushions, and started to talk. \"The trip will take a whi... are you all right?\"

For Angel had started to do very strange things with her mouth. It wriggled one way, then the other, then she stuck her tongue out. The jaws moved around up and down for a few moments, as if Angel had a particularly chewy piece of toffee in there, and then out of the blue, \'Lalalalaalaaaa!\'

...Narcissa was ready to turn the carriage around right then, towards St. Mungos. If this was some sort of sick joke, a last laugh for the Headmaster, she was NOT going to live with it. The words \'To St. Mungos!\' were on the tip of Narcissa\'s tongue, when something much more shocking came bursting out of Angel\'s mouth.

\"OH. MY. GOD.\"

\"Excuse me?\"

\"Oh my GOD. Did you see his face? He sooo wants me.\" Angel burst into a fit of giggles, as she tugged her top back into place. \"I think I\'m going to, like, tell him \'No way, you\'re soo greasy and you need shampoo\' and that\'ll teach him for being so evil!\"

\"Who... \'wants\' you?\" Narcissa raised an eyebrow. Did Angel mean Severus? Severus wasn\'t... what was he doing at Hogwarts? Wasn\'t he a wanted villain? But before she could explore that idea further, Angel continued.

\"You didn\'t SEE? Flitwick was staring up my TOP.\" Angel giggled again, bouncing. \"I mean, like, I get lots of crushes on me, but oh my GOD. Like, he\'s so OLD.\"

The bewildered adult stared at Angel as if she had two heads, not sure if she should point out that Flitwick was at the hight that required him to look up... or that he was gay and currently well known for his three year long relationship with a writer of The Quibbler.

As if Angel hadn\'t understood Narcissa, she grabbed onto her arm and added, \"Isn\'t it funny? I was like, \'NOO WAY\' and he was like \'what?\' and I was like \'I don\'t want to have sex with you, get a life!\' and he was li...\"

As Angel had spoken, a wand tip pointed up discretely in her direction from underneath Narcissa\'s sleeve. It did what Narcissa told it to do, and Angel\'s tongue was stuck to the top of her mouth.

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St. Mungos had shoved them both out of the door. No, according to a Mediwitch, Angel was perfectly fine. No, there wasn\'t a curse, a spell, a hex, or a potion causing iritic behaviour. (Other than the tongue hex.) No, they didn\'t want to keep her overnight to make sure of it. No, they didn\'t have records to give Narcissa a clear idea of Angel\'s family. And No, they didn\'t care if Narcissa paid them. They would not keep Angel overnight.

Narcissa glared out of the window, ignoring Angel. Malfoy Manor had to be close...

\"Oh, sweet Merlin...\"

There it was, the most beautiful sight that Narcissa had ever seen.

Malfoy Manor was breathtaking, as it always had been. Standing as tall as the hundred year old trees, with thick ancient blue stones turned green with creeping vines and moss, it shone in the sunlight. Rain had fallen earlier, causing a sparkle-effect on the towers and the black roof, enhancing the silver-marble gargoyles and statues along the roof. And the towers... they stood up more against the blue and grey sky, looking as if they\'d been cut out of a Muggle picture book.

The road around it was perfectly smooth black stone, with oil lamps to light up the path at night when mist crept in and across the plain surrounding the Manor. And that, mile after mile of garden and grass. Some of it was well hidden by shrubs, trees, walls... all of the land secretive and dark as the Malfoy family had always liked it. Narcissa could see in the distance the first of the stables.

She could remember at first, being terrifed by the sight of this Manor. It appeared dark and imposing, the gardens overgrown and frightening as Narcissa saw things moving within them. At the time though, she had been a bride. She had was terrified already. But right now, rather than feel her usual sense of unease at returning to the Manor, Narcissa was ready to jump out of the carriage and run screaming into the dark unkempt gardens.

The carriage landed with a bump, and they flew over the flagstones. It stopped at the main entrance.

\"This is the Main Entrance. You will not enter here after today, the servent\'s entrance is behind the castle. Use that. You may at any time ask a house elf to take you somewhere, but do not argue should they tell you that it is forbidden. You may only go in the rooms I decide on. You may not enter my room, nor Draco\'s room, or any of Lucius\'s wing.\" Narcissa paused briefly then, but continued, \"And you must wear clothing I lend you.\"

They climbed out. Narcissa\'s hurried steps inside and through the halls wasn\'t just to loose Angel- the hex would wear off soon. Of course, Angel kept up with every step, her curls bouncing to and fro on her bared shoulders.

\"Right. Stay here. A house elf will clean it,\" Narcissa skidded to a haunt. She\'d almost walked past it, a bedroom that was the closest from any other. The door was opened, Angel \'encouraged\' inside. It was a horrible room really, dirty and crawling things wandered around. But the next one was three minutes away. There just wasn\'t anything else to do, not with the risk of Angel\'s tongue unsticking. Narcissa shoved Angel into there. \"And if you see anything dangerous in the meantime... well, don\'t go near it. Don\'t touch anything in there, don\'t breathe too much, and don\'t go exploring.\"


Narcissa shut the door firmly in Angel\'s face, locking it and hurriedly stepping back a few steps as if trying to escape a wild beast. She stared from side to side, almost in a vain hope that Lucius would come strolling down the passage way. Never had Narcissa wanted her husband hot and bothered more than now, never. She\'d shove him into the room and run screaming from the manor...

\"OH MY GOD,\" A screech from inside made Narcissa jump, \"IS THAT DRACO?\"

Narcissa yanked the door open as fast as she could, half expecting to see Draco falling out of the fireplace. But instead, she saw Angel clutching a photo frame to her chest, with her mouth working again.

...really working. Was Angel KISSING the photo?

Angel didn\'t see Narcissa\'s expression, her eyes wide and admiring. She planted another soft kiss on his cheek, and turned to gaze at Narcissa with wide dovey eyes. \"Cissy, he\'s so HOT. I\'ve heard of the Malfoys, and like, I heard that you were all hot bu..\"

\"Quietus!\"

The door was slammed shut again, and Narcissa stormed off down the hall.

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While Narcissa tried to recover somewhat in an upstairs room, Angel was also trying to recover her voice. She clutched onto the bag for a few moments, staring around at the dirty and dangerous room. It was a trap, she knew. She was trapped here by magic, like a prisoner or something!

Angel walked around the bedroom, ignoring the way things jumped out at her. The photo was kept clutched to her chest, Angel was sure that Draco was smirking just for her. The urge to rip out the photo and stuff it into her bra would have been a really good one, if not for the problem- There was no bra, or any way of keeping the photo from slipping out the holes. But she didn\'t want to give up the photo. He had such pretty eyes... and Angel was drawn to him. She felt like she needed him, like she needed air?

...was she in LOVE?

Gasping, Angel stared back down at Draco\' face. Love at first sight? Draco would sooo feel the same way.

Something else pushed into Angel\'s mind, and she cried out, \"Oh! I forgot!\"

Angel rushed to her bag. She had to write to Harry Potter and tell him everything about her! The world depended on it! All Angel\'s life, since becoming aware of being a witch, she\'d stalked Harry Potter. For the good of the world, of course, but she had. With thanks to a wonderful English Wizarding newspaper, and a few contacts that seemed more than happy to give names away, Angel had discovered a few things.

But the most important thing that Angel had discovered, was that Harry had friends. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione was muggle born. That meant that her parents would be in the listing somewhere. Angel, once in England, tracked down \'Granger\' till she found the right one. The phonecall confirmed that yes, a Hermione Granger did live there.

That was who Angel would send the letter to, or else it might be lost!

\"Dear Harry Potter
You don\'t know me but I know you. Dumbledore was going to tell you this summer, he said. But he\'s dead.

My name is Angel Rose the sixth, and I\'m from the American pureblood family that were called the Rose family, we were all Slytherin and Gryffindors we were really cool people. But one night Voldemort killed everyone but my mom and he cursed her and made a mystery man rape her and said that she would have a baby and then she would have to kill herself to protect the baby or else it would die!\"

Angel\'s big baby blue eyes brimmed with big tears, and they fell onto the parchment. She sniffed dramatically, and continued.

\"So i grew up as an orphan in a room with lots of children. we had 12 in one room and it was smelly and awefull and I was always teased! but I didn\'t know who my mom was. But I always felt funny like i was really special or something adn then one day someone told me \'You\'re a witch!\' but I didn\'t know I was made because of voldemort.
then one day I went back in time I think because i met this guy who was called Tom and we made love all night and fell in love but the morning he was gone and it was modern day again. but one day dumbledore sent me an owl and said, \'u are special angel because tom loved you\'. So flooed to england and found Dumbledore.
He said he didn\'t remember sending an owl so i think they must have wiped his memory before he died! but he said he would look into it and I could stay with the Malfoys till then so I could spy!
they are really mean to me harry they abuse me and hex me all the time with really bad spells and i am trapped in a room with evil things!

save me!

Angel\'

The letter was folded, labelled, \'For Harry\', wrapped in an envelope and addressed to \'Hermione Granger\'. Angel sniffed again, crawled out of the bedroom window, and crawled around in the garden. Following it, Angel found herself outside of a small owl tower. Owls stared at her with solemn expressions. She wandered over to one, tied the letter onto it and told the owl where to go.

It flew off, and Angel snuck back to her room. She\'d done it! Now, all he had to do was save her and then she could save the world with him by seducing Voldemort and they\'d fall in love and he\'d stop being evil! Like she was destined to do for him!

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A/N- Remember at all times- a Mary Sue\'s POV isn\'t always the author\'s POV. XD Or anyone elses, for that matter. And her letter\'s wording and spelling is supposed to get worse. ;)

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