PROFESSOR MCGONAGGAL AND Albus Dumbledore was in front of a house that had seen better days. It had an old and worn out look and it emitted a cold.

"Minnie!!" The Marauders cheers.

Professor McGonagall shook her head, hiding her smile. If she had to be honest, they were her favorite students.

Professor McGonagall rechecked the address again and confirmed that she was in the right place. It was an Orphanage.

The shock evident on her face. Why would James's daughter be in an orphanage when she was supposed to be with her living relatives?

She was shocked when she saw
the address in her Hogwarts letter.

"Thank, Morgana. Thank you very
much Minerva." Euphemia smiled to her friends.

"It's no problem." Answered the woman with a soft tone that surprise the students.

"You are here to take young Coventina, Anastacius and Aelora to a school for the gifted? Was that what you said?" asked one of the women that worked their.

"Yes, That's right. she's been registered since birth since her parents went there as well with." Said Professor Dumbledore said.

"Could you tell me how long Coventina been here at the orphanage?" McGonagall asked.

"Approximately ten years, I think. Her uncle brought her here, if I'm not mistaken, on the fifth of November of 81. Coventina was such a beautiful baby, we never heard her cry. We never understood why nobody wanted a baby like her but then..."

"Here it come." Lily muttered while laying her head on her toe-rag's shoulder.

Snape clenched his hand and glared
at them angrily. "She is supposed to be
mine."

"Was there some problem with her?" asked Minerva worriedly.

"I wouldn't say trouble or problem.
I think strange is the word I would use... Even when Coventina was a baby, those eyes, they seemed to see the darkest secrets in our souls. It was unsettling." The woman explained.

Dumbledore's smirk widened
slightly but for others it looks like a smile.

"To be honest, she is a good student, she has alongside her two friends' highest grades in school, her musical talents also improved, she is very a smart and silent child. Most of the professors say that she was a prodigy so was the two with her." The woman smiled.

James grinned, he was also very talent in music, specially dancing. Got it from his mother.

"By friends, do you perhaps mean Miss Nikova and Mister Peverell?" The woman nodded. "They are always together, Anastacius and Coventina are the calm one while Aelora love causing trouble." McGonagall nodded.

Reminded her of a certain Black.

"Hell yes! I am adopting her!" Sirius grinned.

"Great." Molly muttered annoyed.

"Shut it." Remina glared at her.

"You are going to take them, right?" asked the woman.

"Yes!!" Many shouted.

"Yes, nothing that you will tell us will stop us from taking them. We just want to know a little more about her." replied Dumbledore trying to reassure her.

"Well, most of the children would try to bully her and her two friends for being qualities and others. Us staff could no nothing to stop it." She continued.

"After Coventina turned six years old, everything began to change. The children started fearing her and the two with her, even us, the staff." She muttered quietly.

"Once, she had a little puppy, but
then...Some of the older orphans grabbed her and held her down. While they grabbed the small puppy and started to beat the poor puppy to death." She continued.

"While they were doing this, they made her watch as her only animal at the time was killed right in front of her."

"That horrible!" Professor McGonagall said.

"How could some children be
so cruel?" Euphemia muttered.

"Mission! Buys Prongslette many puppies." Sirius thought.

"I want to kill those kids, now." Regulus said coldly. He felt a sense of protectiveness for the quiet girl.

James who heard him nodded, "I am
in." He said.

"But few weeks after that, the orphans were found very hurted in a room, there were bleeding, so much that it was like a flood, a flood of blood." The woman shivered in fear.

"There is absolutely no evidence, and even if someone were to accuse her of something who would believe them over the small angel?" She said, her face was pale with her tone were full of nervousness.

"Let's not even two about the
other two, especially the boy."

Dumbledore nodded, they
reminded him of someone.

"Who?" Fleamont looked at Dumbledore, yet the old man
just shook his head

"Most people when they see them, only see their angelic face, the sweet little girl, the kind yet mischief little girl and the little prince charming. They are true fallen angel." Albus
and McGonagall were able to see it clearly, her expression was one
of pure fear.

"Cute title."

"Unlike you."

"What was that suppose to mean?!"

"That you are not cute."

"Bitch."

"We would love to see her." Professor McGonagall state calmly. She did not care of how scary the girl was. She was James Potter's daughter, one of her favorite students, she will help the girl.

"Aww, Minnie." The Marauder state
in aww.

"Hmfp."

She nodded showed them to Coventina's room, which she
shared with her friends.

They were prepared for little changes, but nothing could have prepared them for what they saw, and both immediately understood what the woman meant by 'Fallen Angels'.

Sitting on the window seat, with her back against the wall, her beautiful hair was a cascade of curls, her hair is very lengthy reaching down to the end of her back, so long in fact that it almost caresses the small of her back, a little more and it could surpasses it.

If they could run their fingers through her hair, it feels as though you are touching some of the finest silken fabric ever woven. Soft, and almost liquid-like. Her tight, rosy colored lips are pursed in what appears to be mid-kiss.

Next to her was the boy who Dumbledore assume was Anastacius Peverell, The Charming Prince. His back was against the wall, listening to Coventina's angelic voice reading her book with the girl who McGonagall guess was The Mischief Princess.

They were no doubt, they deserve their titles.

"Why are they so cute, pretty! Completely perfect!" A girl whines.

"Be thankful that you even
have a boyfriend." Her friend
smirk.

"Go to hell."

"Hell is my bitch."

While the students were arguing, James found the similarities of his daughter to his grandmother, his lovely yet scary grandmother. He notices that his father is thinking the same.

Her emerald, green eyes, A very rare sight shade of green like the killing curse that will put emeralds to shame. those eyes could stare back at you as though to pierce your very soul and derive your thoughts and feelings.

Dumbledore recalled that her great-grandmother had been the only girl from the Black's. Apparently, Coventina inherited traces from several lines.

"She does look like mother." Fleamont muttered under his breath. Oh, how he missed his mother but at least he had her portrait.

Sensing the eyes on them, the children looked up to man and women in front of them.

"Ah, it is a pleasure to see you again. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and my companion is Professor Minerva McGonagall." At those words, the screen turns black.

"Really?" Rabastan who want to continue watching, whine childishly.

"Bastan." Rodolphus says, "Yes,
brother?" He replies. "Shut up."

"No, thank you."