Adelle Arrives
She tripped over the step and turned beet red. Hopefully nobody saw that. She had never been to a school like this before, its tall, brick towers looming over her. What was the place called, again, anyway? Pigwarts? No, Hogpimples. Something weird. She knocked on the big door, hoping maybe somebody would answer. "Come in," she heard a voice say. She pushed open the heavy wooden doors, only to find a big room. It was a beautiful room; the ceiling must have been enchanted to be like the weather outside. There were four tables, one all red with a lion banner hanging over it. The next one over was yellow with some sort of badger on the banner. The third one was a navy blue with a raven on each chair. And the last one seemed mysterious; a green table with a large, evil-looking serpent on the tablecloth. "Hello?" she tried saying curiously. To her surprise, someone answered, what it seemed to be a nearly headless ghost. "Hello, you must be the new girl from France, is it?" she nodded. "Isn't your name Aileen or something like that?" "Um, actually, it's Adelle, uh, sir," Adelle replied with her French accent. "Oh, my apologies. Adelle, then, you need to go to the headmaster's office, which is down that hall and to the right. You have to say the password though, which is I believe 'chocolate frog'. Good day to you, miss." "Um, okay, sir." Adelle then took off in the direction he pointed her to.
"You belong in... Gryffindor!" the sorting hat shouted when it was put on Adelle's head. Dumbledore took the sorting hat off of her head. "Which house is Gryffindor?" she questioned. "The one that is the color red and its symbol is a lion," he replied. Adelle nodded. She wondered which house the famous Harry Potter was in...hopefully the same as she was, and then she could meet him and have all of her classes with him. "The password to the Gryffindor common room and dormitories is 'pickled pig'. Have a great sixth year. If you have any questions, please see me," Dumbledore said. "Thank you," Adelle quietly responded. She headed out. She needed to find that ghost again or somebody to tell her where the Gryffindor house was. She saw a boy with bright red hair leaning against the wall, talking to a brown- haired girl. She decided to ask them. "Excuse me," Adelle quietly said to them. They turned to face her. "Yeah?" the boy said. "Could you tell me how to get to the Gryffindor house? I'm new," she asked. "I can tell you're new by your accent," the girl added. "Um, yes, I'm from France... but anyways, where is it?" Adelle said back. She hated it when people mentioned that she had an accent. After all, they had one, too. "It's down that hall and then to your left. What's your name, new kid?" the boy said with a grin. "Adelle Aupierre. I used to go to the French Wizard Academy," Adelle replied greatfully. "Oh, cool. My name's Ron Weasley, and this is my friend, Hermione Granger," he said. "Nice meeting you both," Adelle said and then walked off. She soon reached where the Gryffindor lion was. "Password, miss?" The fat lady in the portrait said. "Pickled Pig?" Adelle tried. "Come on in," the fat lady said. The portrait swung aside and Adelle walked in nervously. In front of her was the vast, cozy common room, where a few students sat in chairs studying and talking. But the person that caught her eye was sitting in a chair in the corner, reading the Daily Prophet. It was none other than Harry Potter himself.
Harry looked up from what he was reading and saw a girl standing in the middle of the room, looking lost. She must be that new girl that Dumbledore was talking about. He thought. He noticed right away that she was very pretty; her brown, layered, shoulder length hair framed her pale, round face. She obviously had a clear complexion, and had almost enchanting blue eyes. She looked around the room nervously, not knowing where to go. Some people next to Harry were whispering, "What a geek!" and "Hasn't she seen a common room before?" He watched her as she found a chair sort of by his and quickly sat down, looking as if she was about to cry. He decided to talk to her. She really looked like she needed some help. "Hi," he said softly to her. "Are you new here?" She looked at him with wide eyes, making the blue in them shine even more. She sniffled and then answered. "Well, um, yes..." she was very quiet but her French accent was still noticeable. "Where are you from? What's your name?" Harry asked. "I used to go to the French Wizard Academy in Paris, and my name's Adelle Aupierre. What's your name?" she answered. Harry didn't know that she was just being polite because she really did know his name. "Harry. Harry Potter," he said. Her eyes became even wider as if she wanted them to pop out. "Really? You're the boy who lived?" her voice was almost a whisper. "Well, yeah, I guess you could say that. But please, call me Harry," he replied. "Is he-who-must-not-be-named still alive?" "You mean Voldemort?" Adelle flinched at the name. "Yes...him. Is he?" she asked. "Yes, unfortunately, but he will some day be defeated, I hope." "If it's not too much to ask, may I see your scar?" Adelle asked shyly, blushing a little. Harry noticed she looked even more beautiful when she blushed. He laughed. "Of course you can," he said, and pushed back his hair to reveal it. "Wow..." she whispered and gently touched it. "It's just as neat as I thought it would be to me." She blushed even more. "That's what a lot of people say."
Adelle couldn't believe she and Harry hit it off so well. He was the only friend she had made. When she told this to him, he reassured her that she would make more friends as the year went on. She found herself talking to him until midnight. "It's Saturday tomorrow," Harry told her. "Yes, I know," Adelle said. She knew he was trying to get a point across so she didn't say anything other than that. "My other friends are going away for the weekend, so I was wondering if you wanted to stay here with me," he said. Her instincts immediately insisted that he was using her as a back-up person, but she thought for a moment and decided that he was too sweet to think that. "I would like that," she finally told him. "Cool. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. Meet me here at ten, okay?" he responded. "Okay," she told him and then made it up to her dormitories. She changed into her pajamas, which were light pink bottoms with a white T-shirt. She didn't know who her roommate was yet, she hadn't returned. But then there was a slight knock at the door, and when Adelle opened it, she recognized the girl as Hermione Granger, who she had met along with Ron Weasley. "Are you my roommate?" Adelle asked. "Yep, Dumbledore just told me so." Hermione seemed tired, so Adelle didn't say much more. "Well, I better get to bed. I'm actually kind of tired," Hermione said. Adelle was right. "Yeah, me too. Goodnight," Adelle replied. She climbed into bed, falling asleep within minutes. But twenty minutes later she woke up, too excited to sleep. She couldn't wait until the next day so she could see Harry again. When they were talking, she had noticed that they both had a lot in common. But what she had really noticed was that she was instantly attracted to him, his beautiful green eyes, that perfect black hair, his pale, but soft and perfectly set face. He always seemed interested in what she was saying to him, telling him about Paris and about her childhood, and she made sure she listened to every word he said. She hoped that he felt the same way about her. She had also noticed, when he was talking, that their palms looked very much in common. Adelle's mother, Amy, had taught her how to read palms when she was little. She had noticed that her and Harry's life line was almost exactly the same. The only difference was the age part, since it said he was a few months older, even though they were both sixteen. The lifeline, she knew, was the line that tells you about your love life. Adelle didn't mention any of this to Harry, but she wanted to maybe bring it up the next day when they met. She couldn't wait until she saw him again. She lay in bed, thinking about what could have been possibly planned for tomorrow until she fell asleep.
Harry waited in the common room for Adelle. He wasn't sure if she was actually coming or not, since it was twenty past ten already, but he still waited. Meanwhile, Adelle rushed to get ready. Hermione had asked what the hurry was earlier, but she had left, so Adelle had less of a distraction. She had on one of her favorite skirts on; it was knee length with three layers, the first one green, the second one blue, and the third purple. She then picked out a white boat-neck shirt; with green flip flops for shoes. She brushed out her hair and put on some make-up. She wore her favorite purple earrings. When she was finally ready, she rushed downstairs to the common room. Harry was waiting for her in the same chair he was in last night. "I'm sorry I'm late, I slept in longer than I intended to," she explained herself. "That's okay, I don't mind. You look...great," Harry said, blushing a little. Adelle blushed. "You don't look so bad yourself, Mr. Potter." Harry grinned. "Let's go into the Library. It's kind of cool when nobody else is in there," he suggested. "Okay. Let's go. You're going to have to lead, I get lost a lot still," Adelle added. "That's fine."
In the library, Harry and Adelle sat at a table together. Obviously, nobody else was there except the librarian, who was too busy reading to even notice them come in. The table was towards the back by a window and by a shelf. "Can I ask you to do something? I'm going to do it too," Adelle asked Harry. "Sure, what is that?" Adelle got out a piece of paper and tore it in half. "I'll be right back," she said. She went up and got two pencils from the librarian. When she returned, she gave one to Harry. "It's a crazy experiment my mom did to my dad one time. It's cool. Draw your soul, the first symbol that comes to mind," she said. "Why?" Harry asked. "Oh, I just wanted to see what would happen. Trust me, I'm doing it too." Harry shrugged. They sat back down. "Ready?" Adelle asked. "Ready," Harry said. It only took Harry about a few seconds to draw it. He drew his scar. Adelle thought a bit, but couldn't think of a shape to draw. She then thought of Harry, and his interesting scar. She drew the scar the best she could. "Are you done?" she asked him. "Yeah, are you?" she nodded. They showed each other what they drew. "They're exactly the same..." Adelle said quietly. "What does it mean?" Harry asked her. "Well, I'm not sure..." she lied. She knew exactly what it meant.
Adelle and Harry sat in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table. They were drinking some wine and talking calmly. Adelle would sometimes look at Harry and wish she could just kiss him fully, but she knew they had only just met. She thought maybe to kiss him on the cheek or give him a hug, but said or did nothing. "Do you think I'm weird, Harry?" she suddenly asked him. "Of course not, why would I think that?" Harry said in surprise. "Well, all my palm reading that I do, and that draw your soul thing... and some people here just seemed so hostile." "It's just because they don't really know you well enough yet. Don't worry, you'll fit in soon," Harry reassured. "Thanks, Harry," Adelle said, and without warning, she embraced him tightly. Harry at first was surprised, but then hugged her back. He was disappointed when she finally let go. "What time is it?" Adelle asked. "Six thirty." "Okay. Come with me to my room," Adelle said. She took Harry's hand as they walked to her room. When they got there, Adelle pulled out another bottle of wine. "Some more wine, Mr. Potter?" she asked, already pouring him a glass before he could answer. He noticed how perfectly she held the glass and sipped the wine so properly. A few glasses later, they were very drunk. Adelle was acting the most weird, she had turned on some music and was dancing crazily. Even though she was drunk and was acting so off, Harry noticed how beautiful she was; her hair put up perfectly, her blue eyes shining, her fair colored skin, and her petite size. He liked her accent, he thought it was more fluent than his and sounded much better. "Dance with me!" Adelle said, more slurred than usual, swaying a little. She felt tipsy. She turned on a slow song, and grabbed Harry, putting her arms behind his neck. He slowly put his hands around her hips and she clung to him, her head on his chest. Adelle thought that everything was going pretty fast with Harry, but she wanted to stay this close to him. Without thinking, she said, "I really like you, Harry." Harry was at first startled, but then really liked that she said that. "I really like you, too," Harry blurted. He didn't really mean to say that, but he couldn't help it. He really did like her. Adelle pulled away from him a little. She smiled a beautiful smile. "You do?" she looked so happy. Harry loved seeing her so happy. He really, really liked her. "Yes, I do." He smiled at her, and without thinking, he kissed her fully on the lips. She returned the kiss fully, running her fingers through his hair. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist. When they finally broke the kiss, a goofy grin spread across Adelle's lips. "Oh, um, I have to get some homework done, I forgot. See you tomorrow," she said hastily, looking nervous. "Um, okay," Harry said, a little confused, but heading out the door. "Bye, Adelle," Harry said quietly. "Bye," she whispered back, smiling at him before shutting the door. After she knew he was gone she took a pillow, screaming into it as loud as she could in delight.
She tripped over the step and turned beet red. Hopefully nobody saw that. She had never been to a school like this before, its tall, brick towers looming over her. What was the place called, again, anyway? Pigwarts? No, Hogpimples. Something weird. She knocked on the big door, hoping maybe somebody would answer. "Come in," she heard a voice say. She pushed open the heavy wooden doors, only to find a big room. It was a beautiful room; the ceiling must have been enchanted to be like the weather outside. There were four tables, one all red with a lion banner hanging over it. The next one over was yellow with some sort of badger on the banner. The third one was a navy blue with a raven on each chair. And the last one seemed mysterious; a green table with a large, evil-looking serpent on the tablecloth. "Hello?" she tried saying curiously. To her surprise, someone answered, what it seemed to be a nearly headless ghost. "Hello, you must be the new girl from France, is it?" she nodded. "Isn't your name Aileen or something like that?" "Um, actually, it's Adelle, uh, sir," Adelle replied with her French accent. "Oh, my apologies. Adelle, then, you need to go to the headmaster's office, which is down that hall and to the right. You have to say the password though, which is I believe 'chocolate frog'. Good day to you, miss." "Um, okay, sir." Adelle then took off in the direction he pointed her to.
"You belong in... Gryffindor!" the sorting hat shouted when it was put on Adelle's head. Dumbledore took the sorting hat off of her head. "Which house is Gryffindor?" she questioned. "The one that is the color red and its symbol is a lion," he replied. Adelle nodded. She wondered which house the famous Harry Potter was in...hopefully the same as she was, and then she could meet him and have all of her classes with him. "The password to the Gryffindor common room and dormitories is 'pickled pig'. Have a great sixth year. If you have any questions, please see me," Dumbledore said. "Thank you," Adelle quietly responded. She headed out. She needed to find that ghost again or somebody to tell her where the Gryffindor house was. She saw a boy with bright red hair leaning against the wall, talking to a brown- haired girl. She decided to ask them. "Excuse me," Adelle quietly said to them. They turned to face her. "Yeah?" the boy said. "Could you tell me how to get to the Gryffindor house? I'm new," she asked. "I can tell you're new by your accent," the girl added. "Um, yes, I'm from France... but anyways, where is it?" Adelle said back. She hated it when people mentioned that she had an accent. After all, they had one, too. "It's down that hall and then to your left. What's your name, new kid?" the boy said with a grin. "Adelle Aupierre. I used to go to the French Wizard Academy," Adelle replied greatfully. "Oh, cool. My name's Ron Weasley, and this is my friend, Hermione Granger," he said. "Nice meeting you both," Adelle said and then walked off. She soon reached where the Gryffindor lion was. "Password, miss?" The fat lady in the portrait said. "Pickled Pig?" Adelle tried. "Come on in," the fat lady said. The portrait swung aside and Adelle walked in nervously. In front of her was the vast, cozy common room, where a few students sat in chairs studying and talking. But the person that caught her eye was sitting in a chair in the corner, reading the Daily Prophet. It was none other than Harry Potter himself.
Harry looked up from what he was reading and saw a girl standing in the middle of the room, looking lost. She must be that new girl that Dumbledore was talking about. He thought. He noticed right away that she was very pretty; her brown, layered, shoulder length hair framed her pale, round face. She obviously had a clear complexion, and had almost enchanting blue eyes. She looked around the room nervously, not knowing where to go. Some people next to Harry were whispering, "What a geek!" and "Hasn't she seen a common room before?" He watched her as she found a chair sort of by his and quickly sat down, looking as if she was about to cry. He decided to talk to her. She really looked like she needed some help. "Hi," he said softly to her. "Are you new here?" She looked at him with wide eyes, making the blue in them shine even more. She sniffled and then answered. "Well, um, yes..." she was very quiet but her French accent was still noticeable. "Where are you from? What's your name?" Harry asked. "I used to go to the French Wizard Academy in Paris, and my name's Adelle Aupierre. What's your name?" she answered. Harry didn't know that she was just being polite because she really did know his name. "Harry. Harry Potter," he said. Her eyes became even wider as if she wanted them to pop out. "Really? You're the boy who lived?" her voice was almost a whisper. "Well, yeah, I guess you could say that. But please, call me Harry," he replied. "Is he-who-must-not-be-named still alive?" "You mean Voldemort?" Adelle flinched at the name. "Yes...him. Is he?" she asked. "Yes, unfortunately, but he will some day be defeated, I hope." "If it's not too much to ask, may I see your scar?" Adelle asked shyly, blushing a little. Harry noticed she looked even more beautiful when she blushed. He laughed. "Of course you can," he said, and pushed back his hair to reveal it. "Wow..." she whispered and gently touched it. "It's just as neat as I thought it would be to me." She blushed even more. "That's what a lot of people say."
Adelle couldn't believe she and Harry hit it off so well. He was the only friend she had made. When she told this to him, he reassured her that she would make more friends as the year went on. She found herself talking to him until midnight. "It's Saturday tomorrow," Harry told her. "Yes, I know," Adelle said. She knew he was trying to get a point across so she didn't say anything other than that. "My other friends are going away for the weekend, so I was wondering if you wanted to stay here with me," he said. Her instincts immediately insisted that he was using her as a back-up person, but she thought for a moment and decided that he was too sweet to think that. "I would like that," she finally told him. "Cool. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. Meet me here at ten, okay?" he responded. "Okay," she told him and then made it up to her dormitories. She changed into her pajamas, which were light pink bottoms with a white T-shirt. She didn't know who her roommate was yet, she hadn't returned. But then there was a slight knock at the door, and when Adelle opened it, she recognized the girl as Hermione Granger, who she had met along with Ron Weasley. "Are you my roommate?" Adelle asked. "Yep, Dumbledore just told me so." Hermione seemed tired, so Adelle didn't say much more. "Well, I better get to bed. I'm actually kind of tired," Hermione said. Adelle was right. "Yeah, me too. Goodnight," Adelle replied. She climbed into bed, falling asleep within minutes. But twenty minutes later she woke up, too excited to sleep. She couldn't wait until the next day so she could see Harry again. When they were talking, she had noticed that they both had a lot in common. But what she had really noticed was that she was instantly attracted to him, his beautiful green eyes, that perfect black hair, his pale, but soft and perfectly set face. He always seemed interested in what she was saying to him, telling him about Paris and about her childhood, and she made sure she listened to every word he said. She hoped that he felt the same way about her. She had also noticed, when he was talking, that their palms looked very much in common. Adelle's mother, Amy, had taught her how to read palms when she was little. She had noticed that her and Harry's life line was almost exactly the same. The only difference was the age part, since it said he was a few months older, even though they were both sixteen. The lifeline, she knew, was the line that tells you about your love life. Adelle didn't mention any of this to Harry, but she wanted to maybe bring it up the next day when they met. She couldn't wait until she saw him again. She lay in bed, thinking about what could have been possibly planned for tomorrow until she fell asleep.
Harry waited in the common room for Adelle. He wasn't sure if she was actually coming or not, since it was twenty past ten already, but he still waited. Meanwhile, Adelle rushed to get ready. Hermione had asked what the hurry was earlier, but she had left, so Adelle had less of a distraction. She had on one of her favorite skirts on; it was knee length with three layers, the first one green, the second one blue, and the third purple. She then picked out a white boat-neck shirt; with green flip flops for shoes. She brushed out her hair and put on some make-up. She wore her favorite purple earrings. When she was finally ready, she rushed downstairs to the common room. Harry was waiting for her in the same chair he was in last night. "I'm sorry I'm late, I slept in longer than I intended to," she explained herself. "That's okay, I don't mind. You look...great," Harry said, blushing a little. Adelle blushed. "You don't look so bad yourself, Mr. Potter." Harry grinned. "Let's go into the Library. It's kind of cool when nobody else is in there," he suggested. "Okay. Let's go. You're going to have to lead, I get lost a lot still," Adelle added. "That's fine."
In the library, Harry and Adelle sat at a table together. Obviously, nobody else was there except the librarian, who was too busy reading to even notice them come in. The table was towards the back by a window and by a shelf. "Can I ask you to do something? I'm going to do it too," Adelle asked Harry. "Sure, what is that?" Adelle got out a piece of paper and tore it in half. "I'll be right back," she said. She went up and got two pencils from the librarian. When she returned, she gave one to Harry. "It's a crazy experiment my mom did to my dad one time. It's cool. Draw your soul, the first symbol that comes to mind," she said. "Why?" Harry asked. "Oh, I just wanted to see what would happen. Trust me, I'm doing it too." Harry shrugged. They sat back down. "Ready?" Adelle asked. "Ready," Harry said. It only took Harry about a few seconds to draw it. He drew his scar. Adelle thought a bit, but couldn't think of a shape to draw. She then thought of Harry, and his interesting scar. She drew the scar the best she could. "Are you done?" she asked him. "Yeah, are you?" she nodded. They showed each other what they drew. "They're exactly the same..." Adelle said quietly. "What does it mean?" Harry asked her. "Well, I'm not sure..." she lied. She knew exactly what it meant.
Adelle and Harry sat in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table. They were drinking some wine and talking calmly. Adelle would sometimes look at Harry and wish she could just kiss him fully, but she knew they had only just met. She thought maybe to kiss him on the cheek or give him a hug, but said or did nothing. "Do you think I'm weird, Harry?" she suddenly asked him. "Of course not, why would I think that?" Harry said in surprise. "Well, all my palm reading that I do, and that draw your soul thing... and some people here just seemed so hostile." "It's just because they don't really know you well enough yet. Don't worry, you'll fit in soon," Harry reassured. "Thanks, Harry," Adelle said, and without warning, she embraced him tightly. Harry at first was surprised, but then hugged her back. He was disappointed when she finally let go. "What time is it?" Adelle asked. "Six thirty." "Okay. Come with me to my room," Adelle said. She took Harry's hand as they walked to her room. When they got there, Adelle pulled out another bottle of wine. "Some more wine, Mr. Potter?" she asked, already pouring him a glass before he could answer. He noticed how perfectly she held the glass and sipped the wine so properly. A few glasses later, they were very drunk. Adelle was acting the most weird, she had turned on some music and was dancing crazily. Even though she was drunk and was acting so off, Harry noticed how beautiful she was; her hair put up perfectly, her blue eyes shining, her fair colored skin, and her petite size. He liked her accent, he thought it was more fluent than his and sounded much better. "Dance with me!" Adelle said, more slurred than usual, swaying a little. She felt tipsy. She turned on a slow song, and grabbed Harry, putting her arms behind his neck. He slowly put his hands around her hips and she clung to him, her head on his chest. Adelle thought that everything was going pretty fast with Harry, but she wanted to stay this close to him. Without thinking, she said, "I really like you, Harry." Harry was at first startled, but then really liked that she said that. "I really like you, too," Harry blurted. He didn't really mean to say that, but he couldn't help it. He really did like her. Adelle pulled away from him a little. She smiled a beautiful smile. "You do?" she looked so happy. Harry loved seeing her so happy. He really, really liked her. "Yes, I do." He smiled at her, and without thinking, he kissed her fully on the lips. She returned the kiss fully, running her fingers through his hair. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist. When they finally broke the kiss, a goofy grin spread across Adelle's lips. "Oh, um, I have to get some homework done, I forgot. See you tomorrow," she said hastily, looking nervous. "Um, okay," Harry said, a little confused, but heading out the door. "Bye, Adelle," Harry said quietly. "Bye," she whispered back, smiling at him before shutting the door. After she knew he was gone she took a pillow, screaming into it as loud as she could in delight.