Until Tomorrow, Chapter One
By Belle
smiley8945@teen.com"Serra, vous êtes aller à est tardif!"
Oh no! Not again!
Though Serra Black miserably. I hate it when they talk in French!"Serra?" called the voice again.
What was it that she said? Something about me being late...?
"Serra? Bonjour?"
Okay, that was definitely 'Serra? Hello?'.
"Bonjour!" Cried Serra, irritated.
"Maxime de madame fait comme à vous voit!" yelled the voice, sounding pleased that it had finally gotten an answer.
Serra sighed, frustrated. She had no clue what the girl was saying.
"Could you please speak in English? Considering it's the only language I understand?"
"Sorry. I 'ave come to tell 'ze zat Madame Maxime wants to speak to you." Said the girl, coming into the room.
She was a slender girl, shorter then average. She had white blonde hair and purplish-blue eyes.
"Well, tell Madame Maxime to hold her horses."
"Madame Maxime cannot hold her horzies...Zay are much to big to be zure."
Said the girl, looking bewildered.
Serra sighed. "La dire je viens," she said, telling the girl to tell Madame Maxime that she was coming with the little French she knew.
"Oui, approuver. Vous voir plus tard." Said the girl, bouncing off.
"Same to you," Serra whispered, not having the slightest idea what the girl had just told her.
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"Madame Maxime, you wished to see me?" said Serra timidly, as she walked into the Headmistress' tearoom.
"Ah, yes. Surely, you know that ze are not from zis area?"
"Of course." Duh. Anyone could tell I'm not from here, thought Serra, thinking that this conversation was going no where.
"Well, your father haz been found. Ze are to go back to your own country, and finish attending school at 'Ogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Serra stared. My father has been found? I thought he was dead. No, this can't be right. My father? He died, like fifteen years ago. I always knew this lady was off her rocker.
"What are ze staring at?" Asked Madame Maxime, looking insulted.
"Well, my father, I mean, he's dead." Said Serra, not exactly knowing how she was supposed to tell Madame Maxime that she had to stay...the Headmistress had never liked her.
"Well, he is not, so you must go off and pack ze bags of yours." Said Madame Maxime, looking miffed.
"Quoi que vous dites." Said Serra, who even though she didn't know the language very well, had taken the liberty of learning snappy comeback phrases and sarcastic sayings.
"Jeune dame." Said Madame Maxime sternly.
Crap, if this is gonna be a verbal battle in French I'm gonna lose.
"Si vous dites si." Said Serra sarcastically.
"Jeune dame." Said Madame Maxime, fiercer now.
If you say so,
thought Serra again, this time in English.As Serra left though, she couldn't help thinking that 'Young lady' was on Madame Maxime's favorite list of words.
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Serra laughed. She had finally finished when Abriella, the same girl who had told her the Headmistress wanted her that morning, bounded in and called,
"Serra, votre attelage est prêt à vous prend à 'Ogwarts!"
Serra stared at her blankly.
Abriella laughed. It was a rich, throaty laugh that sounded like music.
"I said, that ze carriage to take ze to 'Ogwarts is ready."
"Oh, thanks."
Abriella looked at Serra sadly. They were best friends. When Serra had come to this school from the magical family that had taken her in when she was little, Serra had known no one.
Abriella had been very kind and had shown her around the castle.
They had gotten very close. They were two of the most popular girls in school. They were also two of the most prettiest. Abriella was part-veela, while Serra had sunshine-blonde hair with red strands in it, twinkling blue eyes, was also slender, and fairly tall. She had a knack for mischief, but since Beaubaxtons Academy was short on people who would play pranks, Serra was caught every time, so she just gave up. Instead, she had spent her mischief time making a book of perfect pranks to play.
Serra smiled at Abriella. "I'll write you."
"And I will write ze back."
They hugged. Serra felt tears coming from the back of her eyes. Abriella was already crying.
"Adios." Said Abriella through her tears.
"Adios," Serra whispered.
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Until Tomorrow, Chapter Two
Serra looked around in wonder. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a huge castle, with a deep magical presence. You could feel it in the air.
Serra walked up the steps to the castle. She stood in front of a large set of doors. Not knowing what to do, she raised her fist and was about to knock, when the doors opened and she stood facing a very old man. He had white hair and a beard, that reached to his waist. He also had blue eyes that looked very much like her own. They had a twinkle in them.
Serra felt immediately that she could trust him.
"Hello," said the man, "my name is Albus Dumbledore."
Serra smiled. "I'm Serra Black."
"Yes, of course. Well, I'm sure that you would probably like to meet your father?"
"Well, you see, the thing is, my father is dead. I was told so. So how can I meet someone who is dead, except in one of those echo things…the…the…Priori…Incantatem…I think, but then I would have to have brother wands with the person who murdered him, and he wasn't murdered. So, there goes that chance."
Dumbledore smiled. "So, you are familiar with Old Magic?"
"Yes, that was one of the classes I took at Beaubaxtons. My favorite was learning about the Mark of Love spell, you know, I always liked that one after I found out about Harry Potter."
"What makes you think it was that?" asked Dumbledore, looking a the girl with surprise.
"Well, there wasn't really any excuse for however else he could have survived Avada Kedavra by Voldemort." Said Serra simply.
"Well, you certainly seemed very advanced in the area of old magic. Do you take as much interest in all your other subjects?" Said Dumbledore.
"No, unfortunately. The only other subjects I really like are Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration."
"Ah, yes, well, Professor McGonagall teaches Transfiguration and Professor Figg teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Serra smiled. Professor Dumbledore was really nice.
"Well, Serra, here we are." Said Dumbledore, arriving at a stone gargoyle.
"Where are we?" Asked Serra, confused. All she saw was an empty hallway, with a couple suits of armor, and the gargoyle, but no doors.
"My office."
Serra gasped. Dumbledore had just mumbled something and the gargoyle sprung aside, revealing a hidden door.
Dumbledore smiled at her amazement.
"This way please."
Serra followed up the stairs to two wooden paneled doors.
Serra, thinking that he would open them magically, waited. But he just pulled a handle and the door opened.
Serra saw a man sitting in the office. He was tall and handsome, with black hair, and smiling eyes, with a mischievous glint in them.
"Hello," said Serra, who figured they would be introduced anyway, "my name's Serra Black."
She smiled.
The man stared.
Serra, not knowing what to do, said, "What's your name?"
The man blinked.
Serra looked at Dumbledore with question in her eyes.
"Serra, meet your father, Sirius Black."
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Until Tomorrow, Chapter Three
Now it was Serra's turn to stare. My father? No way. He doesn't look anything like me!
Serra, who though beyond surprised, somehow knew that Dumbledore would not lie.
She raised her head to look into the man's eyes. They looked hopeful, like they wanted her to believe. As soon as she saw them she was pushed into a memory…
Serra was in a small room, it was blue with clouds that were bewitched to move around like they would outside. The room smelled of roses and fresh spring air.
Serra was a baby.
There was a women with blonde hair with blue eyes, she was beautiful. She was sitting by a cradle. In the cradle was a baby, with blonde hair, and blue eyes. The baby was gurgling happily, though the mother looked very depressed.
All of a sudden a man burst into the room. He had black hair and dark eyes. He looked beyond depressed. He looked dead on his feet.
"It was Peter! He did it! I'm going to find him!"
"Honey, no, don't! The ministry will be after you!"
"He killed my best friends! What have I got to lose!"
"What about the baby? What will happen to her?"
"You will take care of her."
"What? All alone? Sirius, be reasonable."
"Reasonable? My best friend was just murdered! I don't have time to be reasonable."
The man walked over to the crib and pulled out a gold chain. On it was a gold rose. He put it around the baby's neck and kissed the smiling baby's forehead.
He turned away, tears in his eyes.
He looked at the woman again.
She yelled angrily, "Sirius! If you leave, I will leave you!"
The man sighed, tears streaming down his face. All he said was, "Goodbye."
Sarah came back to her senses. Immediately her hand went to her neck where she felt a gold chain. She put her finger on a charm of a gold rose.
"Daddy." She whispered, so only she could hear.
"Daddy!" She cried, and ran to the man, who had started to cry.
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A/N: Thanks to all of you who read it so far. Please REVIEW! THE NEXT PART WILL BE OUT SOON! Tell me how you liked it, and I appreciate all constructive criticism and compliments. No flames please.
Later days~
Belle
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