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C'est la Vie by LunaTheDeathEater

Format: Novel
Chapters: 5
Word Count: 5,502
Status: Abandoned

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark, Romance
Characters: OC
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 11/01/2009
Last Chapter: 12/11/2009
Last Updated: 12/11/2009

Summary:





Harriet Ginevra Potter is nothing less than the great-great-grand-daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter. She is about to attend her seventh year at Hogwarts, when there is a change of plans. She's going to Beauxbatons. She finds that French people are quite nice, until she meets someone special... A vampire...

Currently abandoned. Maybe I'll finish it someday, but not now...


Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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”…which is why, Harriet dear, you will be attending to Beauxbatons Academy this year,” he said. I glared at him.

 

“Beauxbatons? Are you crazy, this was going to be my best year! My last year! How can you accept that job now?!” I yelled at him, feeling a little satisfied as his eyes darkened sadly, but only a little. I was furious, surprised that there didn’t come steam out from under my red hair.

 

Mum laid her hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off. Dad seemed a little unsure of what to say, but he opened his mouth.

 

“I have no choice but to take the job if I want to keep working for Gringott’s at all! Your mother and I discussed it, and now we wanted to discuss it with you before I accepted.”

 

“Fine! You’re not doing it, end of discussion! Simple as that!” I yelled, still on top of my lounges. He sighed.

 

“So what do you suggest I do? Quit my job, settle down and pretend I’ll be able to give you everything you need without the income of money? Harriet this is important!”







“Yeah, more important than my life at school. My seventh year, daddy! Hey, wait, why do I have to come with you? Why can’t I just keep going to Hogwarts while you are in France? I mean, I don’t hear a word about Brian having to come with us!”

 

“Your brother is twenty years old,” mum shouted over the sound of my yelling. “He lives on his own, fully able to take care of himself all the time!”

 

“So am I! I’m seventeen, living at school most of my time anyway!”

 

“Enough.” Even without raising his voice, dad stopped both of us. Mum had opened her mouth to answer, but fell silent. “Harriet, listen to me. We want you closer to us. And we cannot come to England at any time. This will be like living France for a while, and that means you would automatically attend to Beauxbatons. If you are completely against the idea, then we’ll have to figure out something else, but I don’t like it. Neither does your mother. And as for Brian, he is going to come visit us, but he can live on his own.”

 

I swallowed. This year was going to be so great, I thought. This year was going to be the year when Leah, Lexi, Tara and I should be the rulers of the school. This year was going to be the year Leah and Jacob finally had got together, and we would bother them every time they as much as looked at each other! I had no idea this year instead was going to be just crap.

 

Yes, answered a reasonable voice in my head. But maybe France isn’t crap. Maybe Beauxbatons has some nice people too.

 

Shut up.

 

My dad interrupted my thoughts. “Harriet, you can think about it, alright? We’ll discuss it tomorrow.”

 

I nodded and went out of the living room, heading up the stairs. I overlooked the sign on my door saying “you’ve got nothing to do in here, so just turn around” – which my friends made much fun of, never wanting to come in before I begged them – and threw myself on my bed after slamming the door shut behind me with a bang. Not a very loud bang. Loud enough for me to hear, but probably not loud enough for my parents to hear. But it made me feel better.

 

I took some parchment and a quill from my table and started writing three identical letters – one to Leah, one to Lexi and one to Tara – telling them that I wouldn’t return to Hogwarts this year. I knew it was going to be that way. It was nothing to discuss. Secretly, I started wondering how it would be in France. I started wondering how people were and if I would manage with the little French I knew. My very eccentric aunt Alissa had taught me French from before I learned my own language, but I still wasn’t sure if I could manage.

 

The morning after, I admitted to my parents that I had resigned and was willing to go to Beauxbatons. They seemed very relieved to hear that I had stopped yelling, but it didn’t exactly brighten my day. Especially not after I was told we would be moving within two weeks, and that I could just as well start the packing already. We should travel by portkey, but dad should apparate with all our things the day before that. So I was told to pack one huge trunk with everything I would need for school and the holidays at our new house, and one tiny backpack with the stuff I would need the last night in my own house. Which would be spent on the floor.

 




 

The first week of August, dad made us a portkey and we took an old boot to somewhere outside Marseilles. We landed outside a tiny, white-painted house with a few dry cactuses in the garden and empty windows. I went up the path that lead from the road to the door, and jumped backwards with a yelp as a stone fell from the roof, nearly hitting me in the head. Dad smiled sheepishly and told me he’d get it fixed soon.

 

Well, the way it seems, it might be better at Beauxbatons than this, a voice said, and I shook my head to get it away. Mum sent me a weird glance, but I ignored it.

 

Inside, it was not at all like the shabby outside. It was worse. Much worse. I went from room to room, getting more and more depressed, finally picking a room of my own. I placed my backpack on the floor and looked around.

 

Well, suppose I can’t complain, I told myself. It could be a lot worse.

 

True, answered the voice and I banged my head in the wall.

 

Shut it! Ah, lovely silence. For a second.

 

But–

 

Will you shut up?!

 





New story!!! I've been writing on it for ages, but I decided to wait until I'd put out the rest of the others. But here it is! I hope you liked the first chapter, and I hope you'll enjoy the story! I surely enjoy writing it =P :)

Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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It was the 1st of September, and I was running as fast as I could over the plain. I had jumped out of the car even before it stopped, and I was waving frantically to the blue carriages waiting for the students, which had just started to move. The last one stopped. A huge – and I mean huge; bigger than anything I’d seen before – white horse with feathery wings turned its head and eyed me suspiciously. Panting, I smiled thankfully and turned to see my dad coming over the grass with my trunk.

 

The horse waited patiently while I got my trunk inside a little room in the back, already filled with three trunks. Dad gave me a hug, mum kissed my forehead and told me good luck, then I jumped into the carriage and it started rolling at once. Though it was only rolling for a few seconds before the horse kicked off the ground and we soared upwards. I resisted the urge to scream, instead taking in the three others in the carriage.

 

A rather tiny girl sat on the opposite seat of me. She had curly, black hair and brown, friendly eyes. Her light blue school uniform looked like mine, except for the fact that she was much skinnier than me, much prettier than me and made it look really beautiful on her. She smiled at me, and I smiled back at once.

 

“Salut, je suis Satine,” she said, still smiling. Her voice was deeper than I would’ve guessed, but it suited her perfectly.

 

Hmm, talking French. I know what she is saying, but this is gonna be weird…

 

You speak French as well, the voice said. You know what to say!

 

If you don’t shut up immediately, I will … do whatever I can do to hurt a voice inside my head!

 

Satine had not heard my little argument, and continued: “Mes copines ici, c’est Michelle,“ she pointed at the girl next to her, “et Cecilie,” she pointed at the girl next to me.

 

Michelle smiled to me as well. Her shoulder-length silvery hair framed her heart-shaped face with an elegance I could only dream of, and her eyes were light blue, almost electric. She too, had the light blue uniform on, having it match her eyes in a very suitable way.

 

Cecilie didn’t smile, but the look she sent me was friendly enough. Her brown eyes were almost hidden by the thick, black eye-lashes. Her skin was darker than the other two’s, and I supposed she wasn’t French originally. Her black hair was cut short, and stood out in strange ways all over her head.

 

“Hel– ehm… Salut,” I said slowly, and Michelle laughed.

 

“Oh, you are the English student, non?” she asked, and I thanked whatever listened that they spoke English as well, though with a very French accent.

 

“Yeah,” I said laughing a little. “I’m Harriet.”

 

Michelle tasted the name. Then she smiled and said:

 

“May we just call you ‘Arrie? Much simpler!”

 

I laughed at the way she said it. “Harrie?”

 

“Oui, ‘Arrie,” she said, laughing as well.

 

“Fine with me.”

 

The rest of the ride, we spoke of our lives, our schools – they wanted to hear as much about Hogwarts as I wanted to hear about Beauxbatons – and everything we could think of. By the time the carriage landed, we had become friends.

 

The thump when we landed on the ground startled me. I hadn’t realized we were that close. We all jumped out of the carriage, and I turned to face a beautiful – but still small and boring compared to Hogwarts – castle. I glared for a while, patted the horse on its leg – no chance to reach the head – and the four of us headed towards the castle. The trunks would be brought in later.

 

When we came inside the hall, I looked around. Paintings and candles filled the walls, and students were heading through a huge, double door in to another hall. A woman with dark, straight hair in a pony tale, a light blue robe and a pleasant smile approached. Her eyes glimmered, switching between light green and yellow.

 

“Ah, bonjour! Mademoiselle Potter, oui?” she boomed in a deep, kind voice.

 

I nodded. “Bonjour, Madame,” I said.

 

She switched to English as she spoke next.


“As you probably are familiar with the four houses at Hogwarts, you may find it strange but comfortable having everyone in one house, divided into classes. There is one big common room up two stairs and through a door to the left, and there you will also find the dormitories.”

 

“Madame LeChat, peut-elle …” Michelle interrupted, and Madame LeChat smiled.

 

“If she can share your dormitory? I see no reason why not.”

 

The three girls grinned, and I smiled back. I was relieved the headmistress spoke English to me right now.

 

“I hope these girls can show you around a little,” she said and they nodded, “and now I must ask you all to come with me into the dining hall for dinner. You must be hungry.”

 

She went in through the door, and we followed her. The hall was huge, but not at all like the Great Hall. The ceiling was normal, and it was all a little smaller. But it was beautiful, with its flying elves glinting in the air, the one huge table around which all of the students sat waiting for the dinner to be served, the candles hanging on the walls, filling the hall with shivering, warm light, and of course the huge banner showing the Beauxbatons symbol: Two crossed wands sending up three stars each.

 

When the headmistress entered the hall, all the students stood up immediately and stopped chatting. Michelle, Satine, Cecilie and I hurried towards four free seats among some other seventh-years. They had been waiting for us. We all stood there until Madam LeChat had sat down at the middle of the short-end of the table, and motioned us to sit. We did so, and she stood up again, clapping her hands twice.

 

“Bienvenue,” she said in loud French, I trying to translate it all inside my head into something understandable, “to our old and our new students! This year is the first for some of you, and the last for some. For one particular student, it is both. I hope Mademoiselle Potter is greeted well,” she smiled at me, and I smiled weakly back, wishing I could go hide under the table as more than a thousand eyes suddenly turned towards me.

 

She continued with some information, the introduction of all the new first-years – they all had to come up in one line and were presented by name – and finally she ended it with “bon apétit!”







So here she is... What do you think so far? 
About the voice in her head... She's not as insane as it might sound =P I just got inspired by my own little  voice... xD Hehe.


Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Suddenly a door opened behind me. I turned around so quickly I could feel my neck protesting wildly. I rubbed it with one hand as I watched a hundred house elves – all dressed in light blue togas probably made of towels, and all with a huge plate of some sort of food carried over their head – come swarming into the hall. They served the food quickly, with small bows if anyone looked at them or smiled at them. A tiny house elf placed a plate on the table in front of me, and I smiled to him (or her, but it looked like a male to me). His eyes widened till they looked like soccer balls, and then he smiled shyly and bowed deeply to me.

 

Michelle grinned and started taking the food onto her plate. I did the same, and we ate chatting about whatever we could come up with. The food was delicious, but I realized I would go down several pounds with this kind of food instead of the Hogwarts food. I didn’t mind.

 

The desserts were served exactly like the dinner, and all the plates were collected by the house elves when we had finished. The same house elf came to me again all the times they were around, and I wondered if he did so on purpose or if they had their own parts of the table to serve. When everything was eaten and we all sat tired, almost in silence, Madam LeChat rouse from her chair and clapped her hands twice, just like the first time. She wished us good night, and we shuffled happily out of the hall.

 






 

“…this door is for the potions classroom, this door is for the transfiguration, and here we are,” Michelle finished after telling me about everything we passed on our way to the common room. She put her hand on the huge, thick, wooden door, as if she wanted to push it away, but it disappeared under her fingers. With a grin, she entered the room, and we followed.

 

The common room was as big as the dining hall, filled with soft-looking armchairs, homework-tables, couches by the fireplaces and lots of students. The colour blue was everywhere, but it was a warm kind of blue that made me rather comfortable. There were probably seventy-eighty doors, all, I assumed, leading out to tiny halls with more doors leading to the dorms. And I was right.

 

Michelle and the others greeted some friends, chatted with a couple of people on their way and flirted innocently with some of the seventh year boys, but finally Satine opened a door and we came out in a short, but dark corridor. It was a little colder out there than in the common room, but not uncomfortable. Satine walked over to the third door to the left, opened it and sighed with happiness.

 

“Finalement, à la maison!” she shouted, and the two others cheered with her, trying to walk and laugh at the same time. I smiled. Finally home. Yeah, she could say that. I was not home, which would be at Hogwarts, but I still thought I would love Beauxbatons.

 

The three girls threw themselves on three of the beds, and a fourth stood left for me. The one between Satine and Michelle. I went over to it and found my trunk at the end of it. We didn’t bother to unpack anything but our pyjamases, and jumped straight into bed. Even with the annoying voice in my head going on about see, it isn’t so bad at Beauxbatons! You’ll like it here, I fell asleep at once.

 




 

The first week went by in a blur of trying to remember where the classrooms were, trying to catch up with something they had done without me before, learning to know the others in my class, and most of all: starting on again with the oh-you’re-a-Potter-you’re-so-famous-crap. After seven years at Hogwarts, people had stopped treating me different from anybody else, but here it was like first year over again. The only people who did not glare at me because of my last name, was my three, now very good friends.

 

“Oh, I wish they would just stop glaring!” I groaned over my breakfast the second day. Michelle laughed.

 

“Yes, well they will get tired of it. Or you will stop noticing. Of course you are famous! What are you again?”

 

“The great-great-grand-daughter of Harry Potter,” I grumbled.

 

“Right. You have a funny name, by the way,” she said, smiling teasingly. I stuck my tongue out at her.

 

“Yeah like it helps me! Harriet – after Harry – Ginevra – after Ginny – Potter! Harriet Ginevra Potter. What idiot gave my parents the legality to name their children?”

 

“It isn’t that bad,” Satine smiled. “I like it!”

 

“Yeah, well Satine you like most things! Tell me one thing you don’t like!”

 

She thought for a while, and then cocked her head aside. “Vegetables,” she said, and we all covered our mouths with our hands to silence the laughter. True enough, she ate less vegetables than anybody I knew, and still she looked like she ate nothing but it!

 




 

When the Friday came, the people in my class was used to me and didn’t glare so much anymore. The teachers all started to get to know me, and I found the French-speaking easier than I thought. But Michelle, Satine and Cecilie were kind enough to speak English to me when I didn’t seem to understand.

 

Cecilie had turned out to be just as weird as she seemed on the outside, with her crazy hair and funny smile; all I needed to do was get to know her. She always had a joke on her mind in case of awkward silences, and could say and do the stupidest and funniest things! After a week, I couldn’t understand that I had thought she was shy!

 

She was the one to bring up the theme “Friday night”.

 

“Hey girls, can’t we go to Le Village this evening? ‘Arrie has to see it!”

 

We all agreed. I was more than happy to go with them to the magical town nearby. I knew it had a name I should’ve remembered though I didn’t, but all the students, and even the teachers, simply called it Le Village, “the town”.

 

So at six o’ clock, after dinner and packing our money and necessary effects in our pockets, we went down in the entrance hall. We obviously weren’t alone about the thought of going out, because there were loads of other students there, all seventh years. The seventh years were allowed to go the Le Village, but the younger students had to stay at school. I found this a little unfair, as the Hogwarts students could visit Hogsmade already during their third year, but I didn’t mention it.

 

 It wasn’t far away, and we walked together out of the school grounds and headed towards Le Village.







So, we're getting started! The next chapter is one of my favourites, where we meet my favourite person =D
Hehe. Hope you like this story! I'd love to hear what you think about it!



 

Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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We spent the whole evening walking around in the town, watching everything that was to be seen. The tiny, French town was really beautiful, and I couldn’t take my eyes of the palm trees growing outside the shops and the sun-brown people who all smiled and nodded when I looked at them. There was a shop for sweets – though it was extremely expensive, making me really homesick as I thought of Honeydukes in Hogsmade – a shop for robes, a shop for books, a shop for magical pets, and many shops where I didn’t even understand what they sold.

 

In the end of the long road through Le Village, there was a bar/café where many of the students got together as the darkness started to fall over us. We went in through the door under a huge picture of a cup with the words “Le café de la nuit”, “the café of the night”. I thought it was a rather stupid name, till I got inside.

 

The ceiling was bewitched just like at Hogwarts, but I got a feeling it wouldn’t take the same colour as the sky outside during the day. It seemed to be night for eternity in there. But the walls were painted in a dim yellow, and the candles on all the tables sent flickering light everywhere. It was warm and full of happy chattering people. A man stood behind a desk in a corner selling drinks, and some girls in midnight-blue robes dashed around the café, serving the people who ordered anything.

 

Michelle took me by my arm and dragged me towards a table far from the door. We all dumped down in a chair each, and Satine smiled.

 

“This is our usual table,” she said. One of the girls in midnight-blue came sailing over the floor towards us, and we all ordered something to drink. I tried a fancy-looking French drink, the same as Satine’s.

 

We sat for a good ten minutes, chatting about the day, when the door opened with a bang and several people jumped. A man came into the bar, shook the rain out of his dirty-blonde hair and looked around. I studied his face, ending up with the feeling of having seen the ugliest man in the world. His face looked completely empty of emotions, and was as if cut out from greyish wood. His eyes were small and narrow, and his mouth seemed too big for his face. It didn’t really help that he had a huge scar down his cheek, making his face even more unnatural. He was wearing a black, hooded cloak and boots with some silvery pattern on. I shuddered.

 

I turned to Michelle in shock, but my head bounced back to glare at the door like it was a rubber band. Behind the man was a younger boy. He was so completely different from the first one, I gasped.

 

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

 

“Oh geez, here we go,” Cecilie muttered, and I tore my eyes away from the boy to glare at her instead.

 

“Uh-uh, you do not want to go that way, hun,” Michelle said wearily. I glared at her too.

 

“Why? What way?”

 

“Stop looking at him, forget him and listen!” Michelle hissed as my eyes drifted towards him once more.

 

“How in Merlin’s beard do you suppose me to do so? He’s so bloody perfect it should be illegal!” I hissed back, and she rolled her eyes.

 

“Don’t you think I know? Now listen: you want to stop looking and get yourself back to earth, because – did he just wink at you?!”

 

I didn’t speak; I just nodded as that fact occurred to me too. She snapped her fingers in front of my eyes, and I quickly returned my gaze to her.

 

“What? What were you saying; sorry I didn’t quite follow you.”

 

“Well, that’s obvious,” she snapped. “What I was saying is that you will not go anywhere near the path I can tell you’re heading towards by that glare of yours. ‘Arrie, I know you!” she said, and as usual, I smiled a little when she said my name in her funny, French way. Still, my smile froze and I glared at her again.

 

“Why not? Will you please just tell me what on earth you’re going on about?”

 

“He is a vampire,” she said.

 

“Excuse me, a what?” I asked, a little louder than I had meant to, so a couple of people turned to look at me. I ignored them, still glaring at Michelle.

 

“A vampire,” she snarled. “Will you keep your voice down, we do not want his atten– damn.”

 

My eyes drifted once again to the vampire, for heaven’s sake that’s got to be some insane joke, and found myself more thrilled than afraid to see him mumbling something to the ugly man and come towards our table.

 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His dark eyes held mine, and refused to release me. I couldn’t make out the colour, but ended up on something between black and red. He too, wore a black, hooded cloak, but it looked much more elegant on him than on the other. His face was pale white and his red lips twisted into a smile as he approached.

 

“Bon soir, mademoiselles,” he said in the most melancholic, beautiful and … French voice I’d ever heard. I felt tiny, happy goose bumps march up my arms, and by the look in his eyes, he knew it. Michelle resisted the obvious urge to roll her eyes again.

 

“Bon soir to you too, Léonel,” she answered coolly. He raised an eyebrow, and made my heart race even faster. “We have English company, so we speak English.”

 

“Ah,” he said simply, turning to me. “You must be the … English company?”

 

I nodded, unsure if I could answer without my voice cracking. He seemed to guess, because he smiled wider. I swallowed. His grin revealed not only a row of perfectly white teeth, but also a couple of fangs. They were long, and I guessed they were sharp enough to cut through anything. He must have seen me watching, because he closed his mouth with another little wink in my direction. Why God, why did you let this boy live? It is not at all fair letting him be so stunningly perfect!

Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The thought of him made me imagine killing him just to get him out of my sight. But then again, that would make me remember him forever, and I’d rather forget all about him since I had no proof he had ever existed. Until he took my hand in his and kissed it.

 

“Nice to meet you. I am Léonel. You?”

 

I hesitated. “Harrie,” I said after a while. “Or Harriet if you like, but my friends shorten it.”

 

“Only one name?”

 

“Didn’t hear much more from you,” I snapped, but my eyes must have showed him that the sharp tone was very false because he grinned again. His eyes shone dangerously through his eyelashes, but they had a wicked glint in them.

 

“True enough, but I do not have more than one name to give you. I assume you have?”

 

“I do, but I don’t see why you need to know it,” I said. Michelle groaned in my ear.

 

“What?” I asked her.

 

“You. Do. Not. Talk. Like. That. To. A. Vampire,” she hissed and I shivered. Still, I couldn’t imagine Léonel trying to hurt me or anything only because I was rude. She and the others obviously could.

 

He looked like he hadn’t heard her, but I was pretty sure he had. Something about the humorous glint in his eye told me that. All of the girls seemed rather uncomfortable around him, and I looked at each of them. Michelle looked like she wanted nothing but the vampire to leave. Cecilie looked scared to death and Satine switched between terrified and interested looks. 

 

I glared back for an instant before returning my eyes to Léonel’s. They really were red. Just so dark, it was almost impossible to see. I gazed at the man he had come with. He was laughing at something, his fangs glittering sharply in the light from the lamp above him, but still with the same empty expression in his face. So he was a vampire too.

 

“Who is he?” I asked, and Michelle made a snarling hushing-sound. Léonel smiled again. I had to force myself to think about his words instead of his smile.

 

“His name is Aji’daar,” he said and I frowned. Aji’daar? Oh, sure! Agidar. Stupid French pronunciation. “He is ... you could call it my master. My teacher, so to speak.”

 

“Oh,” I nodded. Then I smiled at him, realizing it was a major mistake. He smiled back, his eyes meeting mine again with a desire in them I would rather he didn’t show while there were others there. That gaze was something I wanted only for myself. But nobody else seemed to notice that. Michelle cleared her throat, making me jump.

 

“We should go, oui?” she said. “We are to be back before ten. We will never make it now.”

 

Even though it hurt me to admit it, she was right. We all stood up, took our cloaks and headed out in the rain. About ten minutes later, I squealed and turned my pockets inside-out in frustration, letting my tiny money-bag and a couple of other stuff fall to the ground. The others looked at me like I was getting mad, and I sat down to scoop up my things again.

 

“I can’t believe it, I forgot my wand!” I said. “You go ahead – no, seriously just go, I’ll catch up! – and I’ll go back to get it.”

 

They went. I turned around, pushed the wet hair out of my eyes and started running back to the bar. It was dark, and I followed the light of the windows, not seeing the black hooded figure before I bumped into him. I gasped, and he grabbed my shoulders to keep us both standing. It was Léonel.

 

“I believe you forgot this,” he smiled, handing me my wand, then placing the hand on my shoulder again.

 

“Thanks, I believe so myself too,” I said dryly. His silent laugh sent shivers through me, and I realized his hands were still on my upper-arms, having moved down from my shoulders.

 

“Well, Harriet,” hah, you pronounced my name right! “I hope to see you again,” he said softly.

 

“Hope to see you too,” I said without thinking and recovered from my thoughts a second too late. Kill me, please. At least then I’ll probably not go say the wrong things to people! As I guessed, his look turned hungry. He pulled me closer, and I pushed him further away from me. That required quite a lot of strength, even though he gave in almost at once. His hunger was replaced by sadness. It was funny how I could see every tiny little mood-change in those deep eyes.

 

“I think we will meet again, Harriet. But I must ask you that if so, it has to be at night. I do not care for sunlight,” he said, and I nodded weakly. Merlin, I felt so pathetic acting like I did, but I had no longer control over myself.

 

I turned away from him, and hurried back through Le Village and up towards the school. The Beauxbatons castle seemed warm and light behind the curtain of rain, and I started running as I thought of my warm bed in my dorm. At least I told myself that that was the reason why I was running, and not Léonel.

 

Darn idiot forgetting the wand of all things, I thought annoyed.

 

Well, the voice was immediately there, it was a good reason to go back there, right? And he came out with your wand for you.

 

Oh go drown yourself, I grumbled.

 

I can’t. I’m stuck here in your stupid head.

 

As I ran up the last hill to get to the castle I started wondering if I was insane. Then I wondered if insane people thought they were insane, or they just thought they were normal. Because I usually felt normal! Or close to normal. And the voice in my head, I was sure, was completely normal as well. Everybody has a voice in their head so they have someone to argue with all the time, right?







I thought I'd put out this chapter a while ago, but discovered I hadn't... =P So here it is :)

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