Hello there! My name is Mademoiselle Ange, and I'm here to support my new fandom, thanks to Flayu. ^^ Hopefully you'll enjoy the stories I write. ^^ Don't mind my English, if there's anything wrong with it, because that's not my mother language. D: But hopefully you won't find anything wrong...

Chapter one: Preparatories

The voice crackled as somebody tried to fix the volume of an old, antique radio-like instrument. Finally a sound of coughing could be heard, as the police officer cleared his throat.

"So… You say you saw the girl, walking on the street, surrounded by people. Can you please describe how the girl looked like?" The officer asked as papers were rustling. He was probably looking for a clean sheet of paper.

"Oh, of course! She's such an image I'll probably never be able to forget!" The man sighed. "Well, she was about 5 feet 7 inches tall, and she seemed to be really slim, so I tip her weight to be around… 121 pounds. Her poise was really nice, just like a queen's or something, you get what I mean. She had long, really long wheat blond hair, it was nearly silvery, and it seemed to be really silky for me. Her face was heart-shaped, she had delicately shaped pink lips and bright blue eyes, just like the sky. She was really pale, but to tell the truth, it fitted to her. She was wearing a bathrobe and a pair of bath slippers. Her hands were tied with some ropes, I didn't really see it." The man stopped for a minute. "I think that's all," he said, finishing the description.

"Thank you so much, sir, it perfectly fits to the image."

Then the person, who turned it on, suddenly turned the thing off with one movement of his hand.

"So, this is what we want to discuss with you," he said, as he turned towards the three other people, sitting on the couch in front of him. Two astonishingly beautiful women and a breathtakingly handsome man. His wife was standing next to him, while she encouragingly squeezed his hand, which she was holding with both of her hands.

"Uncle Harry asked us to take care of this girl, whom you heard about now. She's probably a Veela, and she got sold to some unknown organization. We nearly couldn't rescue her, but at the end we managed to do so. She needs peace and stability in her life, so as long as it's summer she'll stay with us. I heard that she's a witch as well, so from September she'll attend to Hogwarts." He stopped for a good minute. "Any questions?"

One of the women raised one hand. It was Dominique. "Well, I won't be here for the whole summer," she said, but it was obvious that she didn't feel sad about it.

"Same here," muttered the other woman, named Victoire.

"I was aware of that fact," their father sighed. "Louis?" He looked at his son, with the last remaining hopes sparkling in his eyes.

"I planned staying home… If Al can come visit me," he said, taking a pause between the two parts of the sentence. He sheepishly looked at his father.

"Ah, finally someone. We need accompany for her. She has rather an instable mind, we can't leave her alone for one minute," their mother explained in a highly business-like tone. She immediately took out a small notebook from her pocket and started to write things down.

Louis was still not satisfied with the answer. "I asked something as well."

His mother sighed. "Yeah, I heard that." She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. "Of course, Al can come and visit you. He can even stay here, if that's what you want. Just you can't go out."

Louis finally let a bright smile lit up his face. "That's good to hear." He stood up, and looked at his parents, waiting for something. "Was it all? I need to go back to my studies."

"It was all. You may go now," their father said as he waved with one hand. The two women stood up immediately and walked away, towards their rooms. Just like Louis did.

The man, left alone with his wife, let out a resigned sigh.

"Don't worry, Bill, they're just teenagers. Really old teenagers, but still. It's common to behave like that," his wife said, as she walked into the kitchen, and put up water to boil.

"I know, Fleur, I know, but… It still makes me feel a bit sad." Bill sighed again. "I mean, Dominique and Victoire are practically leaving us again. As if they don't want to have any unnecessary bounds with their family. I mean… Remember how cold they behaved when it was Harry's birthday? I was ashamed, instead of them."

"But we have Louis," Fleur said, which made Bill smile finally.

"Yeah, and he's really a nice boy. I wonder why he likes Albus this much… Not that I'd have any problems with it…"

"Because Albus is really a nice boy. Maybe Lou thinks about him as a little brother."

They both nodded in agreement, not knowing how wrong they were.

"Dear Al,

I finally asked Mum and Dad about you coming over the summer, and they both said yes! I still don't really understand that hassle they made when I asked them during the school year. Their only condition was that I can't leave the house, or rather without a girl.

I'm sure you know about her, because it's been a topic in our family for quite a time. Mum said she has quite an instable mind, so I'm a bit of worried about her. She must've experienced many bad things in her life. I feel sorry for her. She's a Veela, just like us.

I was thinking about plans, you know, what to do when you're finally here. As now we'd have some company as well, but I'm really not that concerned about it. I was thinking about going down to the sea, or simply just walking around the place. What do you think about it? Did you have any plans? Please, tell me!

I'll keep it short now. See you really soon, hopefully, mon chéri.

Louis."

After he finished the letter, Louis put it into an envelope, sealed it, and then wrote Al's name onto it. He decided to send it tomorrow, as it was way beyond of the normal time to send letters.

Instead of that he decided to sneak out to the kitchen to steal some apple for a midnight dinner.

But when he walked out to the kitchen, he heard a low-voiced talk going on at the living room. He stopped for a moment, thinking about whether to try listening to it or just go steal something. He wasn't the type who would eavesdrop, but considering afternoon's discussion, he thought he might hear interesting things.

So he sneaked to the half-opened door and tried to regulate his breath. Soon he could easily listen to the conversation.

"I really pity that girl, Camille." He heard his mother saying these words. She was speaking with rather a sad tone.

"I can understand that," replied his father. "I mean she had everything that is unfortunate in her life. Losing her parents, getting dragged between the relatives… Then getting sold to the mafia… And not mentioning the physical abuse she went through… I'm all surprised that she didn't get mentally ill. Though she's really not behaving like the kids in her age."

"How's her? Tell me about it, so I can get ready," Fleur said, and she seemed to be really determined about making the girl's stay the best.

"Well, she's at the same age as Lou. She didn't really talk, just when we asked her. She was hollow-eyed, but she didn't seem skinny. They took care about that, at the very least. We read her medical report, and it is said that she's healthy, not counting that she had a few bruises both on her arms, upper legs, and around her private parts."

"Oh, so she got…" Fleur didn't finish the sentence. The three of them knew very well what that would mean.

"Yeah, and not once. She was lucky for not catching any venereal diseases."

"Oh my God, this is terrible!"

And the room went silent.

Louis went numb with terror. He couldn't even imagine what the girl had to go through, without any psychical help and support. But at that moment he decided he would aim for the same as his mother: to make the girl's staying the best in her life.

Wouldn't be too hard though, he thought to himself.

He picked up an apple, washed it, and while he was drying it with a dish towel, he walked to the window and looked outside.

Everything seemed to be really calm. A small wind brushed through the trees that ended their back yard, and every singe tree and bush seemed to be bathing in the Moon's light. It was so bright as if it was daylight… Just as so silvery.

Louis wondered if Camille had ever had the opportunity to just stare outside the window and appreciate the view without any purpose. Not likely, he thought. But suddenly he became to appreciate his calm and relatively boring life. He had everything Camille didn't.

How would she react to this surrounding? Would she like it or not?

He knew Camille would arrive a week later, after her condition was good enough to travel.

He kept exchanging letters with Al, and he wrote about how the family prepared for the girl's arrival. Victoire and Dominique had disappeared as soon as the Sun rose after that night, so Louis was his parents' only help. They redecorated one of the unused rooms with light, pastel colors, and they went through the house to make everything safe, so Camille would never get hurt. He talked about how they rearranged the garden, so she could rest outside if she wished to.

In exchange Al talked about the girl. He told Louis that Camille kept having terrifying nightmares, and she regularly waked everyone up at the middle of the night with her screaming. Also he said that they noticed bite marks on her wrists: she was biting herself to ease her stress, Al said. She got many beautiful dresses from the family, but instead of wearing them, she kept wearing those big shirts and trousers, than she found in a box, which was Grandma's when she stayed at there. They couldn't force her to wear something that would show her shapes. But thank God, she kept eating like crazy every day.

Louis was a bit afraid from the upcoming situation. They weren't used to this: they weren't medical wizards, just a couple of nice people who would take care of a girl. He was afraid they'd cause even more problems.

He kept thinking about these things until the day came.

The day, when Camille arrived.

Soo that was it! Hopefully you'll leave some reviews after reading it. ^^ I'll try to finish the next chapter as soon as possible. ^^