look into how it all began... A/N how Harry got into Beauxbaton


Madame Olympe Maxime was to retire in lieu of her upcoming marriage to one Rubeus Hagrid. Ever since their love affair in 1994, during the well-documented revival of the TriWizard Tournament, they had been corresponding with each other through owls and seeing each other during holidays.

It was not long, almost three years ago, that they thought of moving in together. It posed as a problem for them, since Madame Maxime is Beauxbatons Headmistress, and Hagrid was Hogwarts' gamekeeper. So it really surprised her that Hagrid sacrificed his job as gamekeeper to come and live with her.

It was really blissful for them, their relationship had blossomed so far. Hagrid got another work when he moved, he became keeper of the grounds at a prestigious wizarding institution, having the recommendation of one of the most famous wizards at the time, Harry Potter.

Madame Maxime had always thought that their relationship would never move on, that the two of them would always stay as just living together. So it came as a surprise one day when at a fancy dinner made by Hagrid, he proposed to her.

"What did you say!?" she exclaimed.

"Ya 'erd me, Olympe. I want ter marry you," said Hagrid. He drew from his pocket a gold ring. He approached her and knelt by her side.

"Olympe, will ya marry me?"

"Oh, oui!"

The both of them had been crying for like eternity, happily grasping each other in their arms.

Madame Maxime smiled as she remembered it. She sighed and turned back to what she was doing. Since she was to retire, she was trying to finish her paperwork as not to burden the next Headmistress.

Madame Maxime had personally endorsed the new Headmistress, Madame Sophia Étoile, a half-Veela. Madame Étoile is the former instructor in Histoire Magique française, and is most capable of all the candidates for the position. She, as her predecessor, was rather strict in upholding the school's policy. Although, whereas Madame Maxime would show leniency once in a while, The Madame, as she was called behind her back, was like an army enforcer in her disciplinary actions. Behind the façade however, lurked the motherly affections she has for her students and staff. Madame Maxime knew that Madame Étoile be a great Headmistress for Beauxbaton.

Madame Maxime was about to finish the last of the paperwork for the upcoming academic year when a knock on her door was heard.

"Come in," she said, arranging the scattered papers and other documents on her desk.

A woman entered, she was carrying a letter. She was stood erect, which emphasized her height; her white hair was caught in a tight bun. The deep wrinkles on her face denotes her age, as the parchment-like skin on her hands do too. She purposely walked towards Madame Maxime, her face set in an inexplicable scowl.

"Ah, Madame Gardien," Madame Maxime addressed the other woman.

"Headmistress," Madame Gardien nodded curtly. She handed the letter to the Headmistress. "My retirement letter."

Madame Maxime stiffly received the letter. Madame Gardien was her best teacher in Beauxbaton, she teaches the Defense Against the Dark Arts. Madame Maxime is now faced with a terrible dilemma.


"So, who do you zuggest I should place in that post?" Madame Maxime asked her husband, Rubeus Hagrid. They were busy unpacking their things in their new home. After marrying at a simple ceremony with only close friends and family in attendance, they decided to find their new home in the French countryside. Hagrid would be planting a vineyard and hunt game to support them. Madame Maxime was also confident because of her savings at the French wizarding bank.

"I think ya should hire someone ya think is best. Someone like fer example Harry," Hagrid said, carrying a suspiciously-looking large wooden crate.

"'Agrid, what iz that?"

"Er,... nuthin'."

"Rubeus 'Agrid, what iz in that crate?!"

Hagrid stammered incoherently, "Er,... um... er..."

"I zuggest you take it back where that came from, thiz inztanse!"

Hagrid walked away defeated, carrying the crate outside. Madame Maxime contemplated on what Hagird said, as she continued her unpacking.


"But, Madame..."

"I am truly behind this appointment," the Headmistress said. "He is the most capable."

The gathered professors of Beauxbaton were all seated in a rectangular table, whispering amongst themselves. At the head of the table sat the Headmistress, and she was quiet. So were the two women on her immediate right and left.

The woman to the Headmistress' left was the retiree Madame Gardien, who looked at everybody with her distinctive scowl. She had accepted the appointment made by the Headmistress, she saw no fault in it.

The woman opposite Madame Gardien looked not a day old of thirty, with straight platinum blonde hair caught in a loose bun and tendrils of hair framing her face accenting her almost metallic blue eyes. She was studying the paper in front of her, her right hand twirling a quill between her fingers.

Madame Maxime turned to look at her. She regarded the other woman as she would an exquisite flower, she watched as the other's fingers toyed with the quill and parchment in front of her.

The whispers became louder, arguments came leaping in every direction. It was pandemonium in the room.

The willowy woman held her hand upwards, and the voices died down.

"Maybe it would be better if we would accept this proposition from the Headmistress, as a request," the silky voice that said those words were not lost on everyone.

One by one, each of the professors in Beauxbaton nodded their assent.


He arrived just in time for the ceremony for the induction of the new Headmistress. He came by carriage ordered by Madame Maxime, to refuse such a gesture would seem rude. Besides, he thinks of her as a friend.

He carried inside his trunk, his leather jacket's hood still covering his head and face. A phoenix sat on his right shoulder, calmly appraising its master's actions.

"Bonjour, monsieur," greeted an aged man, who came shuffling along. His wrinkled skin was like dry parchment, and his back is slightly bent.

"Bonjour," the new arrival answered back. He lifted his suitcase and asked, "Where would my room be, uh, monsieur-"

"Clés, Valentin Clés. I am the caretaker of this school. I'll take that, young sir," with it he almost grabbed the trunk, however the trunk was wisked away by the visitor. The caretaker smiled.

"Pardon, monsieur," said the young man. "Would you escort me into my quarters, please."

"Of course, sir," answered the aged man. "Your suite is upstairs, young sir."

He glanced at the phoenix at the other's shoulder as they walked towards their destination, "What a lovely bird, is it your's?"

"Yes, an old friend gave him to me. He died a long time ago."

"Really, and what is the bird's name, if you do not mind my asking?"

The young man stroked the bird's chest and smiled, "His name is Fawkes."


this latest, (and I mean late), took much effort since I do not know how to speak French... please read and review, since comments, suggestions, and criticism are the lifeblood of a writer... thanks, until the next time...XP