*****Oh look.......what is this? could it be chapter 4? Why I do believe it is! wowee. so hey read review, enjoy, hey if your don't really want to write a whole review could you just like write one word (nothing crude please) and submit it? You know, just for my own personal gratification, because if no one ever reads this story of mine I think my life will have become just that much more sad.
*Disclaimer : Once again I own nothing , J.K. Rowling owns everything, except charlotte, Segolene and well.......I think that is it. so here we go!****
Birds that can't fly
Chapter 4 :succumb to the dark.
Charlotte sat on the edge of her bed, fumbling idly with the empty vile that Snape had given her after dinner. It broke her heart to see that it was empty, and to smell the odour of sage coming from the cauldron where the potion sat simmering.
It had been an hour since she had gone to her dorm, and when she had entered she had noticed that there were now two beds instead of one. She was so grateful that Fleur had been willing to give up her freedom to share a room with her.
Slowly and carefully Charlotte had once again removed all the contents of the package. Lovingly Charlotte had placed the books upon the shelf, running her fingers over the leather covers and smelling the sweet must scent of the pages. The albums she had lain at the bottom of her trunk. And the pictures had been studied carefully and hung up on the wall. She had spent the last hour simply remembering and feeling each object. Don't forget, she would think to herself.
When she had done all this Charlotte had lifted the wooden box from the package. Sadly she had hidden it behind a loose stone in the wall. If the potion was going to work it was imperative that this object be hidden from view at all times. Don't forget, she thought again.
Fleur walked into the dorm. She had stayed away for the last hour, sensing instinctively that her friend needed to be alone. Now it was that same sense that told her Charlotte needed to talk.
Fleur flopped down on the bed next to Charlotte and smiled sadly.
"You're really going through with this?" she asked, already resigned to the answer.
Charlotte nodded "I have to, I can't go back to that. I won't allow myself to live in constant terror...........I just can't ...........I'm not strong enough."
"I understand, but......won't you wait and see? Just a few more days?"
"No Fleur, I can't risk it. Hermione Granger already suspects that something is wrong with me. She speaks French you know. I assure she understood our conversation perfectly last night."
Fleur was taken back. "How do you know?"
Charlotte gave a wry smile "The old ones magic is runs deep in me, you know that. It wasn't hard for me to read her. She doesn't know how to protect herself yet, she wasn't expecting it anyway.........."
Fleur sighed "Then it is no use trying to change your mind?" Charlotte shook her head. Fleur hugged her friend warmly whilst the tears welled up inside her eyes. "Good bye Charlotte, Noublie Pas!"
Charlotte chuckled softly and released Fleur "Jamais."
Silently Charlotte crept over to the fire and ladled out a goblet full of the sparkling navy potion. She turned back to Fleur and held it high above her own head. "Cheers!" she murmured. Then quickly before she could change her mind, Charlotte gulped down the potion.
Immediately she fell to the floor, feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of her. In her minds eye she saw flashes. Flickering images in brilliant green.
A young couple on their wedding day.
A child.
A young girl.
People weeping on their knees.
Thousands of graves standing all in rows.
A woman hanging from the ceiling by a rope.
A baby crying.
Pools of blood.
A man sobbing.
A phoenix rising.
Faster and faster these images swirled around in her brain, until Charlotte, exhausted , gave up. And when the darkness came to claim her, she didn't fight. Wearily, almost gratefully she gave in.
*Short but to the point. So hey read and review. Love you all*
