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Chapter One

Dear Adele Bellamont,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. Enclosed is a list of supplies that are required for your year at Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. Your term begins on September 1st. We await your confirmation by owl no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Olympe Maxime

Headmistress

Finally, I had been waiting for the day that I could hold the crisp brown envelope in my hands. I had seen my older sister Christelle and my older brother Blanche receive the same envelope and I remembered how much I had longed to grasp the rough paper. The front was carefully printed in a fine font and had the Beauxbaton seal stamped in the right hand corner.

"Mère!" I yelled through the mahogany halls of our Paris penthouse. I couldn't wait to tell my mother that I had gotten my letter. I was guessing that she was in the study working on her latest book, "Household Magic Tricks,"

I bounded up the stairs and into the study room where she was sitting in her grand chair surrounded by carefully crafted oak bookshelves.

She was twirling her wand in front of a piece of parchment."I got my letter!" She looked up and I could see the bags under her eyes. Her blonde hair was pushed back out of her face and her crystal clear blue eyes were droopy.

"What letter?" she sounded exhausted.

"You know, for Beauxbaton!" I immediately started reading the letter to her.

"Oh, congratulations." She said as soon as I finished reciting the contents of the letter. I could tell that she was glad but her voice didn't contain the excitement and enthusiasm that I had been hoping for.

"Aren't you happy?" I asked.

"Of course I'm happy darling, but I've been really stressed trying to meet the publisher's deadline. Magichouse has been putting some much pressure on me to get the next book in. But the letter came later this year. When did it say the term starts?"

"September first,"

"What?" her eyes widened in shock, "Delly, that's only one week away! I need to call Arnold and get a fitting appointment set up for your robes. I also need to tell the driver we need to take a trip to Place Magique Diverse for your supplies. May I see the list of supplies?" I handed her the paper and we both scanned it together.

Supplies for First Years

Uniforms

Five sets of blue fine silk robes

One custom pointed hat (blue)

Pair of gloves (dragon hide preferred)

Winter coat (blue trench coat with silver fastens)

Course Books

Introduction to Magic by Georgine Ada

A History of Magic* by Bathilda Bagshot

Théorie Magique by Eudes Blundell

Magical Botany by Gabriel Delancy

Potions: A Complete Guide by Ignace Ogden

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration* by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi* by Phyllida Spore

Animaux by Geraldine Pomeroy

Noir Artes by Hugo Judith

* Must be translated to French

Equipment

Wand

Cauldron

Potion Set

Brass Scales

Telescope

Phials

Students may bring a cat, toad, or owl (optional)

Broomsticks (first years may take part in an optional class in the basics of Quidditch)

"This can be done easily. I am an expert at gathering supplies now; your brother and sister both had this same exact list. We will leave tomorrow morning for shopping. Please tell Gerard to prepare the Muggle car." She commanded.

I nodded and started walking out of her study. "And tell Marie to make dinner for five tonight." She yelled after me.

"Five?"

"Yes your siblings will be coming home tonight. This is a very special occasion. Getting your letter to Beauxbaton is a once in a lifetime thing." I nodded again at her command and walked out.

I walked into the living room and sat down on our plush couch. "Marie!" I yelled.

There was a snap and Marie teleported into the room. She was wearing a set of light pink robes and her hair was tied back into a tight bun like every other day. "Yes Ms. Bellamont?"

"Mère said to prepare dinner for five tonight. Christelle and Blanche are coming home. And please tell Gerard that tomorrow we are going to Place Magique Diverse for supplies." I requested.

"Ah! Did you get your letter? I remember when I received my letter from Hogwarts. Back then I had no idea what Magic was! I was living in the slums of London selling fruit to the Muggles. Did I ever tell you the story about the day I got my letter?" Maria was the keeper of our house elves but she was from England not France. She had a knack for telling almost pointless stories from her past.

I looked around for a distraction before I got sucked into one of her tedious tales. Nothing was going on around us so I had to sit and bear through it.

"I believe the year was 1987 and I was working my shift at our family's fruit stand. I remember it quite clearly. An owl swooped in through the crowds and landed at the very top of the cart. Strapped to its ankle was a letter embossed with the Hogwarts coat of arms. At the time I had no idea what it was but I keenly remember looking at the letter and laughing because it was addressed to Marie Kindley, Worker of the Fruits, Lover of the Apples. Ah, those were the good old days."

Marie was my grandmother's friend's granddaughter and we had given her the job of head maid/nanny in our house. She had been with us for fifteen years and in that time I had heard my share of stories from Hogwarts.

She looked down at her watch. "Dinner time! I hope the elves were still working while I was down here!" she chuckled. "Come on! Let's go to the dining room. I know your family arrives usually exactly around 6. We left the living the room and walked through the music room into the dining room.

In my opinion, the dining room was the most fancy part of the penthouse. A diamond chandelier hung modestly from the ceiling lined with gold plated crown molding. The table had been hand carved at my mother's request and our family crest had been carved into the corners of the table. Oil paintings lined the walls of the room. My mother was already at the table patiently waiting for us.

"Your brother and sister will be here in 3,2…" there was a loud snap and my older brother and sister teleported into the room. They always arrived exactly on time so it was easy for us to predict their arrivals. My older sister was dressed in a pencil skirt and trendy ruffle top. She was wearing stilettos and carrying a designer handbag. My brother was wearing a loose pair of robes with the French National Quidditch Team Insignia embroidered on his back.

"Adele! We heard you got your letter! We are so happy you are finally going to Beauxbaton!" Christelle exclaimed in her heavy French accent and came over and gave me a hug and kiss.

There was another loud snap and my dad appeared in the dining room. "Ah I see I am the last one to dinner. I am starving though! Let's sit!" he quickly announced.

"Let me change into something more comfortable," Christelle said. She pulled her wand from her bag and waved it in one fluid motion. Her clothes were quickly replaced with silk robes.

"Food!" my father bellowed. The food instantly appeared on the table in front of us, courtesy of the house elves working in our kitchen. The first course was the Halibut, then the ham with vegetables on the side, then the cheese plate, and finally the desert, which was crembrule.

Nobody spoke during the meals, which was normal in our household. My mother hated it when people ate and talked at the same time. When we had finally finished our crembrule the dirty dishes were whisked away as if they had never been there.

"So Christelle how is work?" my mother asked. Christelle was the editor-in-chief of the Journal Magique, the most read publication in France's wizarding community.

"Work is good, there have been many problems with the new publicity laws the Ministère de Magie as implemented. We are in negotiations now with them to lift the restrictions on interviewing. I have been sitting in on all the meetings since I am the manager of it." Christelle stated proudly. She liked to show off her high- ranking position even if it was just her family.

My parents both nodded understandingly then turned to my brother. "How is the pre-season going?" my father asked. Blanche was a professional Quidditch player for the French National Team. He was one of the star players and had risen to fame as soon as he had graduated Beauxbaton.

"Pre-season is good. They are talking of bringing in a guest coach from Hungary. Apparently he is an amazing trainer but he is a bit of a hothead and the Hungarian team couldn't put up with another hothead over there." He laughed at his own joke.

"But how are the drafts going?" my father asked. You see my father had two passions, work and Quidditch. He followed every team very closely and he had been training Blanche since a very young age to play Quidditch. Christelle and I both played Quidditch but my dad had always instilled in Blanche the drive to play professional.

"Talk Quidditch later, tonight is about Adele. She got her letter today Pierre." My mother stated calmly.

"Really? That's great! It's about time too! I thought the term starts next week." My father stated.

"That is what I thought also, I guess they just got mailed out late this year." My mother responded and then the table was silent.

"Oh my gosh, did you hear about that boy at Hogwarts? It's been all over the news for the last few days. I've been fighting to get an interview with him but apparently he is in the hospital for a few days and after that the Daily Prophet has already claimed him." Christelle broke the silence.

"Which one?" my mother responded.

"Harry Potter, the boy who lived."

"What happened?" my father broke in.

"You will not believe this. So they were storing Nicholas Flammel's stone in Hogwarts and a teacher tried to steal it but Harry Potter stopped him! That boy is amazing!." she exclaimed.

"Wait is Harry Potter the boy who stopped Voldemort?" I asked.

Four mouths hushing me then bombarded me. '"Never ever say that name Adele, it is cursed." My father scolded.

"It's just a name though," I fired back.

"Pierre, she doesn't know about what he did or what he can do. She was born a year after he was gone. She is one year younger than Harry Potter. Adele honey, just don't say that name okay." My mother cooed.

"Mère please don't baby me, I want to know. I'm not a child anymore! You have never told me the truth about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" I objected.

"Brigitte, I think she is old enough to know now," my father told my mother.

"Okay, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named never came to France, we were lucky on that front, but he terrorized England, he was the ultimate master of the dark arts. He killed countless…" My father continued.

"That's enough," my mother snapped. "Adele please go to your room. Christelle and Blanche you probably need to be getting back to your houses." My mother commanded. She sounded very upset.

I stood up angrily and left the dining room. My room was on the top floor, so I bounded up all of the stairs and when I reached my landing I slammed the door angrily.

My balcony door was open and the curtains on my pearl white French doors billowed in the cool breeze. My four-poster bed sat patiently in the corner of the room. I walked outside onto the balcony and looked over the lights of Paris.