Harry Potter and the Sorceress Mage
Prologue
Beauxbatons
It was late Saturday Morning when Lierre Sarment awoke. She rubbed her eyes, and
brushed her auburn hair out of her turquoise eyes, before getting up and stretching.
(note: all the people talk in French. When Lierre gets to Hogwarts, she'll talk with the
French accent.)
Lierre swore silently as she realized it was a village holiday weekend. She pulled on her
ice blue robes, and did her hair in a bun. Lierre grabbed her bag and ran down the stairs
of her dormitory. Rummaging through her bag as she went, Lierre made her way to the
Dining Hall. No one was there except for Madame Maxime and a few students. She took
her place at the Lionne table, and her plate filled with food. She had barely finished when
Madame Maxime rose. Lierre jumped up along with the other students. It was customary
that they pay respect for their Headmistress.
Lierre was a third year, and top in her class. She was first chaser on her quidditch team,
and had two good friends: Pierre Meroe, and Jannine Courrier. Pierre is a total prankster.
With his pitch black hair and amber eyes, he strikes people as being an innocent little
third year, non? WRONG! He never gets caught, or he finds a way to blame someone else
for his escapades. Jannine is a bouncy, bubbly, happy-go-lucky blonde, who hates to see
people sad. She always finds ways to make Lierre happy when she's blue, and she's
Lierre's best friend. Since she's small and skinny, she's seeker on the Lionne Quidditch
team and has always caught the snitch before the other seeker.
When Madame Maxime had left, Lierre grabbed her bag and a piece of toast and jetted
out of the Hall. She froze in her tracks as she ran for the door outside. There, standing
with Madame Maxime next to a horseless carriage, was Albus Dumbledore. Lierre had
heard so much about this man, and she admired him so much. Although he was quite tall,
he was dwarfed by Madame Maxime, and his hat barely touched her chin. He was in
deep conversation with her and, being Lierre, curiosity got the best of her and she
sneaked over just close enough to here their conversation. Hiding behind a marble pillar
she made out what they were saying even though they were speaking in English. She had
had lessons so she spoke fluent English.
"Olympe, I know what we thought," Dumbledore said seriously, "But we thought she
would be safe here didn't we? But now Voldemort," Lierre shuddered, "Has been
rumored to be heading north once more, and his last sighting was near France....."
"Monsieur Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime, her low voice bristling, "I seemply
refus' to see ze danger in zis scenario. Why would 'e be aftair 'er, when 'e could 'ave any
one? It ees ridiculous! She ees my star pupil, and I will keep 'er safe." Lierre heard
Dumbledore sigh. When he spoke next he sounded grave.
"We must keep her safe Olympe. I know you are fond of her, but we must keep her away
from him. He mustn't find her. Remember what happened to her mother?"
Madame Maxime sighed, and when she spoke next she sounded scared. "I zink I
undairstand, Albus. I would nevair forgive mysalf' eef somezing 'appened to 'er. You are
right. Will you take 'er as soon as possible? She would be safest wiz you, correct?"
"I suppose, if it's okay with the girl, Olympe. Where is she?" Lierre stiffened. Had she
heard right?
"She iz most likely at ze village, with 'er friends. Would you like me to get 'er?"
"I shall find her, don't worry. What was her name?" Madame Maxime sighed.
"Lierre Sarment."
Prologue
Beauxbatons
It was late Saturday Morning when Lierre Sarment awoke. She rubbed her eyes, and
brushed her auburn hair out of her turquoise eyes, before getting up and stretching.
(note: all the people talk in French. When Lierre gets to Hogwarts, she'll talk with the
French accent.)
Lierre swore silently as she realized it was a village holiday weekend. She pulled on her
ice blue robes, and did her hair in a bun. Lierre grabbed her bag and ran down the stairs
of her dormitory. Rummaging through her bag as she went, Lierre made her way to the
Dining Hall. No one was there except for Madame Maxime and a few students. She took
her place at the Lionne table, and her plate filled with food. She had barely finished when
Madame Maxime rose. Lierre jumped up along with the other students. It was customary
that they pay respect for their Headmistress.
Lierre was a third year, and top in her class. She was first chaser on her quidditch team,
and had two good friends: Pierre Meroe, and Jannine Courrier. Pierre is a total prankster.
With his pitch black hair and amber eyes, he strikes people as being an innocent little
third year, non? WRONG! He never gets caught, or he finds a way to blame someone else
for his escapades. Jannine is a bouncy, bubbly, happy-go-lucky blonde, who hates to see
people sad. She always finds ways to make Lierre happy when she's blue, and she's
Lierre's best friend. Since she's small and skinny, she's seeker on the Lionne Quidditch
team and has always caught the snitch before the other seeker.
When Madame Maxime had left, Lierre grabbed her bag and a piece of toast and jetted
out of the Hall. She froze in her tracks as she ran for the door outside. There, standing
with Madame Maxime next to a horseless carriage, was Albus Dumbledore. Lierre had
heard so much about this man, and she admired him so much. Although he was quite tall,
he was dwarfed by Madame Maxime, and his hat barely touched her chin. He was in
deep conversation with her and, being Lierre, curiosity got the best of her and she
sneaked over just close enough to here their conversation. Hiding behind a marble pillar
she made out what they were saying even though they were speaking in English. She had
had lessons so she spoke fluent English.
"Olympe, I know what we thought," Dumbledore said seriously, "But we thought she
would be safe here didn't we? But now Voldemort," Lierre shuddered, "Has been
rumored to be heading north once more, and his last sighting was near France....."
"Monsieur Dumbly-dorr," said Madame Maxime, her low voice bristling, "I seemply
refus' to see ze danger in zis scenario. Why would 'e be aftair 'er, when 'e could 'ave any
one? It ees ridiculous! She ees my star pupil, and I will keep 'er safe." Lierre heard
Dumbledore sigh. When he spoke next he sounded grave.
"We must keep her safe Olympe. I know you are fond of her, but we must keep her away
from him. He mustn't find her. Remember what happened to her mother?"
Madame Maxime sighed, and when she spoke next she sounded scared. "I zink I
undairstand, Albus. I would nevair forgive mysalf' eef somezing 'appened to 'er. You are
right. Will you take 'er as soon as possible? She would be safest wiz you, correct?"
"I suppose, if it's okay with the girl, Olympe. Where is she?" Lierre stiffened. Had she
heard right?
"She iz most likely at ze village, with 'er friends. Would you like me to get 'er?"
"I shall find her, don't worry. What was her name?" Madame Maxime sighed.
"Lierre Sarment."
