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Regulus and Avella met frequently behind everyone's backs. The only thing is, both didn't know where Voldemort had hidden them. They ought to find out.

Avella went back to Tom, where he sat in the drawing room, facing the fire. This was when she knew he had gone insane.

"Tom" she regarded as his eyes shifted to her, they weren't deep pools of coffee brown, they were like glass.

"What is it, dear" he asked

"I want to know, where you hid the horcruxes" she nervously sat opposite him

""Why'd you want to know, Vella?" He suspiciously looked at her, Nagini next to him.

"I want to protect them. In case anybody finds them out and relocate it." She lied

"Nobody will find them. Only I know where they are hidden. Hidden somewhere nobody can find. But me. You understand?" He sternly replied

"But if it were to happen..." Avella trailed off

"You have made a valid point. But nobody will defeat me. But I'll tell you one place I think is bad to put one. The cave. Retrieve it, and place it somewhere else you are the only to trust" he ordered

She nodded and walked out. First piece.

Regulus was waiting at Grimmauld Place, outside.

"The cave is where one Horcrux lies, when you become a deatheater, gain his trust then look for it." She says

"Avella, do you remember having a daughter?" Regulus asked

"Regulus, what on Merlin's earth are you talking about?" She asked

"There's a girl, Slughorn described her like you, fiery spirit. Some features like you. You don't think she's yours?" Regulus asked

"No. I don't recall ever having a child. What's the girls name?" Avella crossed her arms

"Noelle Moncoufere, she's a beauxbaton." He smiles

Avella thought but shook her head

"Anyways, I know none of a Noelle." She dismissed

"What about a Victor Moncoufere?" He smirked

She thought hard. She knew of a Victor, but dosent remember what happened after they'd met when she graduated

"Yes. But only one meeting between my family and his." She replied hesitantly

"I am Tom's, Regulus. Nobody else's, if that's what you're trying to imply." She sighed

"You don't seem happy, Avella. You've become one of his mutants! You have become manipulated by love. But when will you realise that love was never there!" He raised his voice at her like she was delusional

Avella didn't show any ability to show offence, but felt it inside.

"Thank you, Regulus. If that's your opinion so be it. But when will you realise I'm just a woman needing help to take down Tom." She apparated away

Regulus, had an idea. So he apparated to France at midnight. And landed infront of the only other Wizarding hospital that is in France.

He walked in, surrounded by people until he got to the desk.

"Do you have any people on the system called Avella Riddle?" Regulus pleaded

"No, dear. But we do have someone called Avella Lestrange" she tapped away at her computer

Regulus was surprised she wasn't married to. Voldemort. She still had her maiden name.

"Yes, her. Why was she here?" He looked hopeful

"Ah yes, you're talking about over a decade ago, boy. Chances of getting traces are slim." She shook her head

His smile faded. But he didn't give up

"Noelle Moncoufere." He spat out with desperation

"Yes, what do you ought to know?" She looked at his face

"Who are her parents?" He asked

"Ah yes, she was born on born in March 17th. To Victor Moncoufere and....." she rubbed her eyes and looked again

"..and?" He shouted

"Nothing." The receptionist sighs

"What do you mean? No traces?! Avella Lestrange has no traces. Is there anybody still working here that was here when Noelle was born?" He asked

"Yes, Valorei Price. Over there, she's been here well over a decade ago" she pointed

He thanked her and ran down the corridor.

"Valorei Price. I'm Regulus. Erm, do you by any chance know a child born here called Noelle Moncoufere?" He asked

"There's many wizards and witches born here. I can hardly keep track." She says helpless

"We used to keep physical copies of children born here. You can look, but we can't be seen, these are severely confidential" she says

They walked down into the basement filled with hundreds of filing cabinets. They were kept in alphabetical order. So M for Moncoufere wasn't hard to find.

After hours, and hours. Regulus felt his eyes go droopy. Until he had found Noelle's document. He flipped it open. He read it. His eyes went wide. It was true, Avella Lestrange was Noelle's mother.

He apparated back as fast as he could. Walked into the common room of Slytherin and went to his room.

"Ey' Regulus where you been?" One of his roommates said

"Out" he slipped the file underneath this pillow

He couldn't wait to unveil the revelation. Noelle Lestrange-Moncoufere. But it dosent make sense, Avella had always been with Voldemort.

He awoke faster then anybody else and waited for Noelle outside the Ravenclaw common room where most Beauxbatons stayed.

"Noelle!" Regulus smiled running up to her

"Reg? What is it?" She asked eagerly

"I know who your mother is." He handed the file to her, she opened It and her eyes went wide

"Slughorn was right. That means father lied saying my mother was dead." She put the file in her sachet in a melancholy behaviour.

"Cheer up. Now you know." He smiled generously

"You did all of for me?" She asked, he nodded curtly

Regulus's heart beat faster as she came closer and kissed his precious lips quickly. It was over in a second, a peck.

"As a token of my gratitude" she smiled lovingly and walked down the hall to breakfast

Regulus was stuck to his position trying to remember what just happened. His trance ended when he knew. They could never be.

A deatheater. And an innocent dove. But his heart was already full of her. Since the first moment, he knew.

He wanted to forget who he was. A crook. Why was she so nice? Regulus couldn't pain her anymore.

He needed to leave her. Just like her mother did for her fathers protection.

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