A/N: Before anyone starts reading this and then reviews only to tell me it's in the wrong section. Let me make one thing known. . .


This is the crossover sequel to Tulip in the Sand a Harry Potter story. Yes, yes, I finally got off my lazy ass and started writing this and it only took two years! This story can be read without reading the first. . . but I wouldn't recommended it. Because this first chapter picks up exactly were Chapter 24 left off.

I am once again allowing anonymous reviews, because I know a few people from MNFF may be coming over and I'm not sure if they have accounts.

A Place Called Home
By Evilevergreen

Summary: What if Ororo Munroe (Storm) wasn't a mutant as she always believed, but a very powerful witch? How will she react, when one day a man comes to her claiming not only to be a Wizard, but her grandfather? Will Ororo stay with the family she has come to love or go learn about the family she never knew, with a man (her grandfather), she only knows as Draco L. Malfoy? (Sequel to Tulip in the Sand)

Posted: January 28, 2007

Prologue: Tales Untold

Percy Weasley's bright red hair blew gently in the night wind as he moved with a grace that seemed unfathomable for such a young man. His ever blue, piercing eyes held one thing in their vision as he passed through the ballroom towards his destination. A frown marked his pink lips as he watched the dark skinned woman in his view as she threw her head back and laughed with the man who held her in his arms as he lead her around the dance floor.

To everyone around them, they appeared to be the perfect couple. They were what you thought of when you were read fairy tales as a child. Happily ever after were the words that ringed clear as you pictured a King adorn with the love of his Queen, but Percy knew better when it came to such tales. He knew what lied beneath the surface when it came to the pair before him.

He could see a silent storm rage under trademark silver orbs. They bared witness to a man in constant struggle with himself. One part of him wanted him to be the man he was raised to be: cold, manipulative, calculating. The other fought to become the man his wife and infant daughter needed him to be: warm, loving, supportive.

But Percy cared nothing about Lord Draco Malfoy's inner battle, except of course when it directly affected Angelina. Percy then reached out and tapped Draco on the shoulder. He smiled politely as Draco turned to him. "Mind if I cut in?" he asked.

Draco returned his smile. "Only if Tulip doesn't mind," he respond as he looked to his wife. Percy rolled his eyes under his well placed glasses. The nickname he had given her was disgraceful in his opinion. He had looked into the Malfoy bloodline, which seem to go back further than any records he could find, he didn't understand what it was with Malfoys and having wives, who were named after flowers. Or nicknamed as such as it was in Angelina's case.

Percy's thoughts ceased for a moment as Angelina's bright brown eyes finally looked upon him for the first time that night. "I'd be happy to dance with you, Percival," she told him before placing her hand on her stomach. She then turned back to her husband. "You should go look for Vincent," she mentioned Crabbe. "You haven't spoken to him since we greeted him earlier."

Draco nodded. "You're right," he said as he slowly released her.

Angelina leaned into her husband, placing a kiss on his cheek before he could walk away. "Love you," she said sweetly, but her eyes did not escape Percy's notice. They begged Draco to response to her words, but she knew it would not come and so turned back to Percy as Draco went to find his friend Crabbe.

Percy looked away as he spoke. "What's it been, six years and your husband still can't tell you he loves you?"

Angelina sighed in irritation. "It's been a long night, Percy, and I am not in the mood for that," she let be known. "Besides, we are beginning happy times."

"Happy times? For whom?" he questioned. "Certainly not for me, since recently I've just buried two more of my siblings."

"You are not the only one, who has lost someone during the era of the Dark Lord."

"No, I'm not, but I am still the only one who grieves," he pointed out. "While the rest of you celebrate in a castle where many of us died," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Eventually, we all have to move on, Percy."

"But not as quickly as you, huh?" he asked.

Angelina's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure what you're implying."

Percy pulled her close to his body, causing the woman in his arms to gasp sharply as they continued to dance. "How long to you plan to keep up this lie?" he asked her in a whispered.

"What lie?" she whispered back.

"Don't play coy with me, Lina," he told her, his lips on the tip of her ear. "I can see it in your eyes. What we have still burns strong. And nothing can change that. Not your husband, my estrange wife, or your children. So why do you fight it?" he asked her as he finally looked back upon her face.

Angelina's eyes searched his for a moment. "I'm not fighting anything. I love Draco."

"But does he love you?" Percy asked. "Or just the mere idea of you?"

Angelina slightly turned her head. "He loves me," she spoke as if trying to convince herself. She then looked Percy once again in the eyes and said with more conviction. "Draco loves me."

"You don't believe that." He shook his head. "You know you're a possession to him. A trophy he didn't have to earn."

Angelina scoffed. "And what was I to you?" She tired to pull away, but the redhead would have none of it. "A good fuck?"

"Of course not," he was offended by the accusation. "Don't you understand? You're the one who got away. . . the love of my life," he confessed softly.

"Yeah, right. That's why you kept me in the shadows, while you dated Clearwater openly."

"You were underage!" he pointed out. "And we were already so close, if anyone had expected anything-"

"Of course," she interrupted. "Leave it to Percy Weasley to worry about an image that meant nothing to nobody."

"It mattered to me!"

"And that was the problem!" She was finally able to release herself from him. As she turned around she noticed that he had lead her near the balcony. She walked outside to get some fresh air with him close on her heels. "All you had to do was show me you loved me. Just once." Percy could see the pain in her eyes as she turned back to face him. "Things could have been so different."

Percy nodded to agree as he slowly took a few steps forward. "I know," he spoke softly. "I think about that every day and the family we would have had by now."

Angelina cast her eyes away. "You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" She fisted the material of her dress on her stomach.

Percy reached out and took her hand before pulling it away from where it rested. "I'm sorry," he offered. "It's just that it still hurts. I'll never get to know my child," he told her before letting her go and walking over to the stone railing. He closed his eyes and lifted his head towards the moon as he let its light shine upon his skin. "And I know it's my fault."

"No," Angelina rushed to his side. "I made that choice on my own."

"Only after I made it appear as if you didn't have any other." He lowered his chin to his chest. "You'll never know how sorry I am for that. If I could take it back. . ." he trailed off.

"I told Draco," Angelina whispered.

"What?" Percy immediately snapped up at the unexpected words. "When? Why?"

"It just came out," she admitted a bit frantically at his reaction. "But I didn't tell him the baby was yours. I don't think he wanted to know."

Percy sighed in relief. He had only had one run in with Draco over Angelina and it was something he didn't plan on repeating anytime soon. "It must have been tough to talk about."

Angelina turned around facing the large glass stain doors as she leaned on the stone railing. "It was a very difficult conversation, yes. Divorce was even mentioned."

"Let me guess, he's the one who brought it up?" Percy asked.

"Actually, it was me," she told him. Percy looked surprised with her. "He then told me to go and be happy," she turned her head and looked into Percy's eyes that sparkled under the moon's beams, "with you." Percy smiled at her words. "And for a split second, I thought that didn't sound half bad."

"I wish you had taken him up on his offer," Percy stated sadly.

"So do I," Angelina said without thinking. When she realized her words, she gasped and her hand quickly covered her mouth. "I shouldn't have said that," she admitted. "I should go find my husband," she told the man beside her before pushing off the railing and walking towards the open doors.

Angelina had only managed to take a few steps before she was grabbed by the wrist, swung back around, and pulled into Percy's arms. Once there, Percy captured Angelina's lips with his own and kissed her in a way that made her forget her feet were on the ground. When they finally broke their kiss, Angelina refused to make eye contact, though she made no attempt to leave Percy's arms. "I still love you, Lina. Just like you know I always have," he told her gently.

"Percy, I am a married woman, who loves her husband," she made clear. "And so I think-" she took a deep breath. "I think it would be wise, if after tonight, we didn't see much of each other."

"Fine," he agreed. "But only if you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't still love me."

"Percy," Angelina shook her head as she struggled against his hold. "Please, just let go."

"I will. When tell me, you don't love me."

"Let go!" she struggled harder.

"Tell me, you don't love me," he repeated as he fought with her. "Tell me, you don't love me!"

"Percy, please."

"Just tell me!"

"I can't!" she finally looked into his eyes and yelled. "I can't tell you those words." Percy smiled, but it soon faded. "But what I feel doesn't matter. I have a duty to my husband, to my daughter, and to my unborn son. I am Lady Malfoy and I must act as such."

"What about the duty you have to yourself, Lina?" Percy asked. "Please," his voice became desperate. "Don't walk out on me again."

Angelina leaned up and placed a simply kiss upon his lips. "I'm sorry," she whispered before she felt Percy's hold on her loosen. She then once again began walking back towards the celebration.

"Angelina!" Percy yelled out and she couldn't help, but turn to answer him. Her eyes grew wide as she found Percy pointing his wand at her. "I don't think you understood. I am not going to let you walk away from me again."

To Be Continued. . .

A/N: Yes, that is where I am stopping. -Insert Evil Laughter Here-

Bits and pieces of Percy and Angelina's story will be littered throughout the story.