Hey guys, so I'm going to be posting the first chapter of this story as a trial, and I just want to know what you think! The series will be four books, written one after the other, but it's all going on at the same time (starting at Harry's third year) it just happens from four different perspectives. So this is book one, Alice Petit's story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any ideas/story lines/plots that were made by Jk, all credit goes to JKRowling. All OCs and unrecognizable ideas go to me, and are copyrighted. The houses/house song/cloak idea are not mine, and credit goes to smile on quotev!
Alas, let the story begin!
The Pretty Girls: Alice Petit
I was never supposed to come here. This is an outrage! I was fully aware that my third year was going to be absolutely marvelous I mean, I was going to be the seeker! Now I'm stuck with a bunch of ugly people, in a school that's definitely not my style. Oh Madame Maxime, what did you sign me up for? George/OC
*First year, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic*
I looked up at the castle as we passed it, the pristine white walls shining in the sunlight. Unlike most schools, Beauxbatons students were expected to arrive here during the day, by means of the carriages. It was stunning to look at, the stained glass domes topping off some of the lower towers, with the rest coming up to a point. The girls near me giggled happily as we all smoothed out our blue silk outfits. My white tights had been covered with glitter when a girl tried to show us one of the spells she had been taught and it had sprayed all over me. I didn't mind though, the glitter shining on me like twinkling little stars.
My blonde curls were immediately pushed out of my face as we touched down to the ground gracefully, the door being opened by the carriage driver. His hair was a snow white, and he was a kind looking old man in a crisp and clean black suit, the tie a shimmering silk blue, matching our attire. I walked up the gray stone steps, looking at the flower beds that lined them and thinking how this looked much like the pictures in my old fairy tales.
A giant of a woman approached us, her shadow covering a good ten girls alone as she smiled down graciously at us. "Hello! And welcome to Beauxbatons Academy! I am Madame Olympe Maxime, and I will be your Headmistress at the school. I would like to invite you into the Palace." She said, ushering us inside. "Now, we will make our way into the Grand Room to eat, but before we eat you must be sorted." She said, and the first year students looked around in glee.
"There are three houses at Beauxbatons. First the house of Boden Sournois, the next is the house of Adora Rouerie, and finally the house of Jocelin Cossu. These houses are your family, they will celebrate your triumphs, and they will mourn your losses. We have three hourglasses of fair dust right outside of the Grand Room, that is the point marker for the houses, each dust has been dyed to match your main house color. Good behavior will bring points to your house, whilst rule breaking will deduct points. The house with the most points at the end of the year will wield the house crown, and house tiara which will be registered to the person you elect queen and king of your house. You may only be elected queen or king if you are in your third year or above, but the competition starts now, I warn you." She said, and with a flourish of her hand lead us into the Grand Room.
My blonde curls bobbed excitedly as I stared at the room in wonder, butterflies flew in the air around us, and a soft music was playing throughout the room. I looked for the source and giggled as I spied a chorus of wood nymphs singing in the corner, their smiles playful. The walls were complete glass, giving a view of the meadow behind the school, and the garden to the left side. Three tables took up most of the space in the room, with a fourth at the front of the room, where a beautiful crystal podium stood, taller then two of me.
The tables were a light wood, swirling patterns carved into it, with streaks of different colors due to the table painted in streaks of the curling design, the tops of the tables were a stained glass, with a different animal on each one. The chairs were much the same, garden chairs of the light wood, which had the same wistful design carved into them, the cushions of the chairs were the colors of the streaks painted into the wood of the table, and each person smiled warmly at us as we made our way into the school.
Every person in the room was beautiful, their eyes had a certain sparkle to them, and they seemed to all have the perfect face shape to match their features. A girl near me had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen, the green rimmed with a deep violet. Her pale heart shaped face was framed by honey colored waves and her pale pink lips were tilted into a wonderful smile.
I remembered my mothers instructions and held my head high with a smile on my face. I belonged here with my loose platinum ringlets, crystal grey eyes, red heart shaped lips and porcelain skin. This was my home. My people. I walked gracefully towards the front, watching as a small stone pedestal in the shape of a tulip was placed before us. A kind, plump looking teacher with short straight hair and tan skin came up holding a rolled parchment. She smiled warmly at us, her expression mimicking the one plastered on the faces of everyone around us.
A cloak was brought out, white fur lining the blue velvet and a high tune rang through the hall as a fold in the fur of the cloak, that wasn't actually able to be seen until that moment, moved and the cloak let out a song.
Three houses' threads entwined
Within my cloth of blue
One thousand years of history
Have led us down to you
Which house do you belong in?
Rouerie, Cossu, or Sournois
Which will you find your kin within
You're sure to found out soon
Beneath the raven lies
A house of purest blood
The house of Boden Sournois
Takes only those bourgeois
Whom posses the parfait sang
It breeds those of arrogant mind
And those of blackest heart
Are sure to find their kind
Those who choose to join
the house of blue and green
The place for those of a mind keen,
Those students of Adora Rouerie.
A peacock is the house bird
And tradition is the word.
Most who make their home
Are clever, kind and shy
They are often found soaking up a tome.
Last of all, is the house
of those with creative thoughts
Whether be music, art, or poetry
Creativity is to be wrought
Of those who are chosen
for the home of Jocelin Cossu
With colors of the purest white and bluer than the sky
Cossu may be the one to pick
For your imaginative eye
These houses, three
Noble, each, it's sure
Whether you're clever, creative, or pure
We have a home for thee
Amongst the hallowed halls
Of Beauxbatons Academy
The names began to be called, and one by one boys and girls alike, the most beautiful the country had to offer, stepped onto the pedestal, the tulip petals covering their feet.
"Margrethe Dubois." The woman called just as some boy was sorted into Cossu.
A small girl, with waves of a chocolate brown hair, her tan skin freckles and her hair with gold streaks, both obviously from the sun. She looked foreign, much resembling the Spanish housekeeper that worked at my house. Her last name was french no matter how she looked though, and I wondered if my parents possibly knew hers.
The cloak was placed on her shoulders, and she slumped a little under the weight as it seemed to whisper in her ear for a minute before it let out another cry of "Jocelin Cossu!" And she seemed to float over to the table, where people were lightly clapping and hugging her in congratulations. The small girl seemed to be eaten by the crowd of hugs she was receiving.
"Angelina Flore." The woman called and a girl who seemed to be a younger copy of the smiling girl I had seen before stepped into the tulip, the cloak barely resting on her shoulders before crying, "Adora Rouerie!" The little girl happily skipped to the table where her sister sat with waiting arms.
Two more girls and three more boys were called before a name I recognized from my parents secret meetings was called. I knew her parents were breathtaking, but as the little girl made her way up, I couldn't help but envy the girl. Her blue eyes resembled the ocean on the best of days and I found myself wishing I could swim in them, sure they would glint in the sunlight just like the waves. Her hair was the color of fresh black ink on your page, curling like fine calligraphy, resting right under her chin. She wasn't wearing her hat, but instead had a silk ribbon tied into her hair.
Her red lips were slightly pursed, and she looked slightly bored as she stared at the people who surrounded her. Her pale face looked sharp against her black hair, and her cheeks were a slight pink. She reminded me of the only muggle story I'd ever heard, one of a princess named Snow White, but even her beauty wouldn't have compared to that of the little girl named Claire Moreau.
The whole room was silent as it waited with bated breath to find out where the gorgeous child would be placed, and the cloak was placed on her shoulders, which stood firm even under the weight, her posture never less than perfect. The cloak was on her shoulders for a mere second (less than Angelina) before declaring she was to be placed into the house Boden Sournois. She lifted her chin, a triumphant smile on her face as she made her way to the table which was, against all common propriety standards, cheering wildly at the new addition.
Only two more people were called before I heard the words I'd been waiting for, "Miss Alice Petit." I made sure to take my light steps, not letting my shoes make any noise as I slid across the floor and stepped into the tulip. The cloak rested heavily on my shoulders, and I had to try my hardest to keep a smile on my face as I struggled not to slouch under the weight.
The cloak began to whisper to me, calculating the house I would be best in, it's smooth, soft voice floating into my ears. "Ah, very pretty young girl, which seems to matter to you a lot. Perhaps you would flourish in Rouerie, though your mind may not be the sharpest. I see you are a pure blood, oh and how proud you are of that. You seem to hold a darkness to you, that screams the right house to me... Boden Sournois!" The cloak sang, the house clapping for me, and hugging me as I made my way to one of the seats. I could plainly see the bird that was in the glass of the table now, a beautiful black raven was in the red glass.
A few more boys were called, each sent to their respective houses, when the last person was called to the tulip. "Shanelle Rousseau."
A girl with tight bright red ringlets stepped forward, her grace was like nothing I'd ever seen, even if she looked extremely timid, and her red hair stood out immensely in the crowd. Her green eyes were set against pale skin, and freckles were painted across her nose. She looked Irish, and it took me a moment to realize her french last name.
She stood there, under the cloak, which covered her more then almost anyone else as she was extremely tiny and she seemed to be almost shaking as she stared at out table, looking quite terrified of us. The hat quickly rang out a name that seemed to relieve the poor child. "Adora Rouerie!" It cried and I couldn't help but find it suiting, clever kind and shy.
The feast was marvelous, as by now it was growing dark, paper lanterns of each house colors filled the sky. Black and red rose high above our table, which sat on the left side of the room, royal blue and forest green seemed to rise quickly into the air on the other side of the room, where the students from Rouerie sat, and in the middle the sky blue, and perfect white lanterns had already been sketched on by some of the students, their patterns dancing as shadows across our table.
It didn't last long and soon we all went to our houses dorm area, the Sournois room high in the southern tower of the castle. We went up the marble staircase, a velvet carpeting of red was splayed out across the steps for us, and many of the girls from Cossu squealed about how they felt like american celebrities, much to the disdain of my fellow housemates.
A tapestry of a Raven was sealed to the wall, only able to be pushed out of the way with a certain charm, changed every so often. We all made our way into the common room, my eyes lighting up as I looked all around me. It was in the shape of a donut, the round room made of glass walls that looked over the grounds. A fireplace in a glass wall stood in the exact center of the room, the fire going in a complete three-sixty to warm up everyone.
Black and red plush couches were set up tastefully, and two bookcases stood on either side of the room. "All right," one of the prefects began, the whole room falling silent. "The girls dorms and behind the bookcase on the right side of the room, go up the stairs and it will be the first door to your left. The boys will do the same, but you will go to the bookcase on the left side of the room. Now it is ten o' clock, and that means it's exactly curfew, so I suggest you get some rest." She said and we all filed up to the dorms.
The dorm room was almost exactly the same as the common room, but rather a box and the red and black sofas were instead four red and black canopy beds, each canopy a curtain that hung all the way to the floor. A door next to one of the beds lead to a washroom and in between each bed was a vanity. I immediately recognized my trunk, and was glad to see my bed was closest to the washroom. and right next to Claire.
It was in this room I now begrudgingly packed away my clothes for the new school year, learning that this, my first day of the new year, would be my last day at Beauxbatons. I sighed as my bangs fell slightly into my face and I irritably pushed them back, wishing I had thought to leave out bobby pins.
"Ready Claire?" I asked as she nodded, clicking her trunk closed just as I did. The girl still looked almost exactly the same, but her beauty had grown in the past two years and her inky curls now reached her shoulders. "I can't believe this. Why would they do this to us?" I moaned for the hundredth time as I fell back onto my bed. "To send us away to a school of well... uglies!" I cried and Claire came over, stiffly petting my arm.
I was used to her lack of emotion, and almost inability to actually comfort someone. She was almost as stuck up as me, and completely shut off to everyone but, giving her an air of intimidation, yet social awkwardness too. Still, I appreciated her attempts at cheering us up, and decided it was time to face my fate. I (very ungracefully might I add) slid off my bed and onto the floor before standing up and grabbing my trunk, dragging it down the stairs.
"Don't be a baby." Claire drawled, slightly knocking me on the head before moving past me into the common room. She looked back at the raven tapestry as we exited it, and I realized this was her way of saying goodbye, acknowledging that she too, would miss Beauxbatons.
We made our way to the Grand Room, reveling in it's beauty for the last time. I was glad that it was a beautiful fall morning, and the last time I would get to see this place, I would get to see the garden blooming magnificently. I took my seat at the table, my trunk at my side as I waited for Madame Maxime to address the hall.
She walked up to the podium, and immediately the room was silent, waiting for what words would come out of her mouth this year. "I regret to inform you," she started, and everyone looked around, whispers breaking through the silence for the first time as they anticipated what she could say after such a gloomy introduction. "that four of our girls, will be leaving us this year. They are to travel to Scotland and attend the Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry on an exchange program. We will be sent four girls in return, and I ask you to be just as kind to the new girls as you would to the old ones, though they may not be up to your standard of beauty, we have an image to maintain. Now, will the four girls please come up as your name is called." She said, and one by one we all stood.
"Claire Moreau." Next to me, Claire grabbed her trunk and glided over to where Madame Maxime stood, her expression the exact same as the first day I ever saw her. "Alice Petit." She said and I made my way to her, taking my place beside Claire. "Margrethe Dubois." The girl stepped forward, the blue jay on her hat seemed to whistle a sad tune as she walked. "And last, but never least, Shanelle Rousseau." She called and the small girl with red hair made her way to us, her trunk dragging behind her. "Please say goodbye to these wonderful girls, as they are to be apparated to Kings Cross Station now." She said, and the whole room blew us our kiss, the ultimate symbol of goodbye. We caught them all, placing our fist over our heart. Four teachers came over, each one taking one of our hands as we grabbed our trunks and left the school.
We arrived at a platform 9 3/4, standing out completely in our blue uniforms as people dressed in muggle clothing seemed to flit past us. Our guardians bowed then, disapparating themselves back to the school. We all seemed to huddle together, making our way carefully onto the train as we checked the current time here in England. "Almost 11 o' clock." I groaned, staring at the clock on one of the signs. We quickly found a compartment, as we saw more and more kids file onto the train.
"This is ridiculous." I groaned, pulling down a hanging so that our compartment couldn't be seen from the outside. "They're dressed as a bunch of muggles!" I sat down on my seat, exasperated already as the train lurched forward, indicating that we had left the station.
"No going back now." Claire muttered beside me as the other two girls looked at each other in confusion.
"Aren't either of you the least bit excited?" The one named Margrethe asked, her eyes seemed to shine with amusement as she looked around the small box. "I mean, it's a new adventure." She said wistfully.
"Easy for you to say. My parents made me come." Me and Claire both murmured, much to the shock of the tan girl.
"Besides, not all of us are as happy about everything as you two, Little Miss Purity and the Creative Queen." I hissed and they stared blankly, looking rather startled at my reaction. I sighed as I pulled our potions book out of my small bag and began reading. "Hopefully classes aren't too different." I flipped through the pages, realizing we had learned these all last year. "Though it does say that they're actually about a year behind us in potions." I smirked.
*After an uneventful train ride...*
I stepped cautiously off the train, looking at the retreating backs of many black robes. We had them hidden in our trunks, as we were told not to put them on yet, and we saw just who we were looking for. A rather chubby woman, with hair that went every which way. Her hat seemed to match her robe, which was covered in dirt and had mismatched patches from where it had been torn by some unknown force.
"Hello! I am Professor Sprout! I have been told you have already been given the speech on houses and points, since our school is much like your own. Now if you could follow me, we will take you to the Great Hall." She said, and lead us to carriages that were drawn by what I could only imagine were thestrals.
"Wouldn't it be nice to go back to the days before Thomas Thoureau in first year, back to the days before he died and we couldn't even see these things?" I asked, and the girls around me nodded, none of us taking our eyes off the skeletal beasts.
We made it quickly into the castle, which didn't look nearly as inviting as Beauxbatons was, and were hurried in front of two double doors, just as a man with a white beard began to speak. It seemed all the first years had been sorted, and though the room wasn't nearly as beautiful as the Grand Room back home, the atmosphere was warm, almost cozy.
"Now, I know you would like to dig in, but before we do, we have four more people that need to be sorted. This year, you may notice that four third years, one girl from each house, have been taken away. Whether or not your house gets another girl to replace her, is unknown. They have been sent to Beauxbatons academy, and may I welcome the four girls who are here in their place." He said and on that que, we walked into the room. All eyes were on us as we seemed to float towards the front of the room. I kept my head up high as I looked at the other people in the room.
It was almost depressing, how much less attractive these people were. We stood at the front of the steps, the whole hall was quiet as a sharp looking woman in green robes came up to a rickety old stool. On the stool sat a hat, that looked to be in absolute tatters, and it's voice cut through the hall.
Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
"Dubois, Margrethe!" The woman called, and it wasn't on her head for longer then ten seconds before she was sorted into Gryffindor. We all stared wide eyed as the table erupted into cheers and claps, and she cautiously made her way over to the enthusiastic table, a smile still plastered on her face. "Moreau, Claire!" Claire walked up, her expression had been the same almost the whole day, and as she sat down the entire hall seemed to go dead silent. "Slytherin!" It cried, the table cheered louder then the one before and she glided over to it, taking her seat at the edge and turning away from her house mates.
My name was next, and I gloomily walked towards the stool, grimacing as the old hat was placed upon my head. My sorting was definitely the shortest, and I was declared another Slytherin, sighing happily as I went over to sit next to Claire. "Rousseau, Shanelle." She hopped up, looking rather shy and was (after quite some time) placed into Ravenclaw, who cheered respectively.
The man with the beard stood up, once again going to the podium. "Now, I expect you all to treat our guests with absolute respect. They are now our own, as they will be here for the rest of their educational period. Now, everyone, enjoy!" He declared and food appeared on the table. Claire kept quiet most of dinner, leaving me to answer a multitude of questions coming from every direction of the table.
Finally the feast was over, and I was lead down to the dungeons. I didn't pay attention to much, and I could feel my eyes already drooping as someone lead us to the common room, and showed us to our dorm.
I know that that song is from first year, but it's my favorite! Sooo... I used it for the girls! This is only a test chapter, and I really want to know what you think, so please review! I'm going to have the second chapter posted by May 8th (california time) or sooner, and I'm really hoping for at least 4 reviews by then! Thank you, and enjoy!
~Azinilia Grace
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Chapter updated 5/1/13 10:37 p.m.