Chapter 1
Lierre and Dumbledore
Lierre practically flew to the village. She had to talk to Pierre and Jannine about this. If
Dumbledore was talking about her, then she would have to leave Beauxbatons. But on
the other hand if he wasn't, then she had major gossip materiel! She found Pierre and
Jannine in 'Jock's Joke Imporium.' Pierre was buying dungbombs, suger quills, belch
powder, and hiccup sweets. Whereas Jannine was just watching.
"Pierre! Guess what!" Lierre cried when Jannine and Pierre came over to her.
"What is it Lierre?" Jannine asked, while Pierre 'dropped' a dungbomb in front of a
seventh year.
"I just saw Madame Maxime talking to," she took a breath as they walked outside,
"Albus Dumbledore!" Pierre and Jannine's mouths dropped open.
"Sacre Bleu! No way!" Pierre exclaimed clapping a hand to his head, "Cest'
impossible!"
Lierre shook her head excitedly, "Non, non! It WAS him! He was talking to Madame,
and-" Jannine and Pierre had stopped listening and they were staring behind her. "What?"
Pierre pointed behind Lierre, and Jannine just stared. Lierre slowly turned around. She
gasped and put a hand to her mouth when she saw who it was: Albus Dumbledore.
"Oh, Monsieur Dumbly-dorr, 'ow are you?" Lierre asked, shocked. She wanted to ask
'What are you doing here?' But she decided against it. Dumbledore spoke to her.
"Well, Miss. Sarment, I am here looking for you." Lierre took the hand from her mouth.
"You need to come with me, and I'll explain it all to you." Lierre got the best of herself.
"Does Madame know about zis?" Dumbledore nodded slowly. Then he smiled slightly.
"Do not fret Lierre, you are in quite good hands." Lierre shifted uncomfortably, "Come
with me." Lierre looked up and into his eyes. For some reason she couldn't help but trust
this man.
"Alright. But zen what will 'appen?" Dumbledore took her hands.
"I shall tell you when we find your Madame."
With a glance at her friends, Lierre followed Dumbledore toward the palace. When they
got inside, Dumbledore led Lierre to Madame Maxime's office, and the door opened.
The two stepped inside, and Madame Maxime stood up. She extended a hand to Lierre
and she shook it. There was a look in her eyes, but Lierre couldn't quite place it as
anything. What was it?
"My dear Lierre, we," she motioned to Dumbledore, "'ave somezing to tell you, dear."
Dumbledore nodded. Lierre didn't really like the atmospere. It was heavy with dread.
"What iz it, Madame? What iz wrong?" Lierre took her other hand and put it on her
Headmistress'. Madame Maxime turned away and blew her nose on an enourmous silk
handkerchief. Lierre immediatly turned to Dumbledore.
"What iz WRONG!? Why am I 'ere?" she asked him, throwing her hands up into the air.
Dumbledore smiled faintly before speaking.
"Lierre," he took her hands with both of his, "You are going to another school," Lierre
gasped and pulled her hands from his grasp, "Hogwarts, it is far away from
Voldemort's," Lierre shuddered, "Last sighting. You will be safe." Lierre looked up at
him in disbelief.
"Why? Why am I going to zis, 'Ogwarts? I like Beauxbatons!" Lierre whirled around,
her hair flying in his face. "I wish to stay 'ere." Dumbledore sighed gravely.
"Alas, if only you could stay here, Lierre. But Voldemort is most likely coming after
you, or he will send a servant to retrieve you. Because," he held up a hand at Lierre's
open mouth, "It is recent news that Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and there are
still many Deatheaters lurking unseen. You must come with me." Lierre glanced at
Madame Maxime, and she nodded. Lierre turned to Dumbledore, her lips pursed.
"I will come with you to zis, 'Ogwarts." she held up a hand, "But za minute danger 'as
passed, I wish to return 'ere. Entendre?" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling, and
nodded. Lierre turned around to Madame Maxime. "I shall miss you Madame. May I owl
you? To tell you what will go on over 'zere?" she asked hopefully. Madame Maxime
smiled and nodded, standing up.
"You will be fine, Lierre. You are a survivor, and will make it through za danger.
Dumbly-dorr," Madame Maxime turned to him, "You will take care of 'er? Please, make
sure she is safe from 'arm?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Olympe." Dumbledore smiled and turned to Lierre.
"Your things are packed Lierre, and we shall go buy 'Knight Bus' alright?" he said
kindly. Lierre nodded.
"Alright."
Lierre and Dumbledore
Lierre practically flew to the village. She had to talk to Pierre and Jannine about this. If
Dumbledore was talking about her, then she would have to leave Beauxbatons. But on
the other hand if he wasn't, then she had major gossip materiel! She found Pierre and
Jannine in 'Jock's Joke Imporium.' Pierre was buying dungbombs, suger quills, belch
powder, and hiccup sweets. Whereas Jannine was just watching.
"Pierre! Guess what!" Lierre cried when Jannine and Pierre came over to her.
"What is it Lierre?" Jannine asked, while Pierre 'dropped' a dungbomb in front of a
seventh year.
"I just saw Madame Maxime talking to," she took a breath as they walked outside,
"Albus Dumbledore!" Pierre and Jannine's mouths dropped open.
"Sacre Bleu! No way!" Pierre exclaimed clapping a hand to his head, "Cest'
impossible!"
Lierre shook her head excitedly, "Non, non! It WAS him! He was talking to Madame,
and-" Jannine and Pierre had stopped listening and they were staring behind her. "What?"
Pierre pointed behind Lierre, and Jannine just stared. Lierre slowly turned around. She
gasped and put a hand to her mouth when she saw who it was: Albus Dumbledore.
"Oh, Monsieur Dumbly-dorr, 'ow are you?" Lierre asked, shocked. She wanted to ask
'What are you doing here?' But she decided against it. Dumbledore spoke to her.
"Well, Miss. Sarment, I am here looking for you." Lierre took the hand from her mouth.
"You need to come with me, and I'll explain it all to you." Lierre got the best of herself.
"Does Madame know about zis?" Dumbledore nodded slowly. Then he smiled slightly.
"Do not fret Lierre, you are in quite good hands." Lierre shifted uncomfortably, "Come
with me." Lierre looked up and into his eyes. For some reason she couldn't help but trust
this man.
"Alright. But zen what will 'appen?" Dumbledore took her hands.
"I shall tell you when we find your Madame."
With a glance at her friends, Lierre followed Dumbledore toward the palace. When they
got inside, Dumbledore led Lierre to Madame Maxime's office, and the door opened.
The two stepped inside, and Madame Maxime stood up. She extended a hand to Lierre
and she shook it. There was a look in her eyes, but Lierre couldn't quite place it as
anything. What was it?
"My dear Lierre, we," she motioned to Dumbledore, "'ave somezing to tell you, dear."
Dumbledore nodded. Lierre didn't really like the atmospere. It was heavy with dread.
"What iz it, Madame? What iz wrong?" Lierre took her other hand and put it on her
Headmistress'. Madame Maxime turned away and blew her nose on an enourmous silk
handkerchief. Lierre immediatly turned to Dumbledore.
"What iz WRONG!? Why am I 'ere?" she asked him, throwing her hands up into the air.
Dumbledore smiled faintly before speaking.
"Lierre," he took her hands with both of his, "You are going to another school," Lierre
gasped and pulled her hands from his grasp, "Hogwarts, it is far away from
Voldemort's," Lierre shuddered, "Last sighting. You will be safe." Lierre looked up at
him in disbelief.
"Why? Why am I going to zis, 'Ogwarts? I like Beauxbatons!" Lierre whirled around,
her hair flying in his face. "I wish to stay 'ere." Dumbledore sighed gravely.
"Alas, if only you could stay here, Lierre. But Voldemort is most likely coming after
you, or he will send a servant to retrieve you. Because," he held up a hand at Lierre's
open mouth, "It is recent news that Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and there are
still many Deatheaters lurking unseen. You must come with me." Lierre glanced at
Madame Maxime, and she nodded. Lierre turned to Dumbledore, her lips pursed.
"I will come with you to zis, 'Ogwarts." she held up a hand, "But za minute danger 'as
passed, I wish to return 'ere. Entendre?" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling, and
nodded. Lierre turned around to Madame Maxime. "I shall miss you Madame. May I owl
you? To tell you what will go on over 'zere?" she asked hopefully. Madame Maxime
smiled and nodded, standing up.
"You will be fine, Lierre. You are a survivor, and will make it through za danger.
Dumbly-dorr," Madame Maxime turned to him, "You will take care of 'er? Please, make
sure she is safe from 'arm?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Olympe." Dumbledore smiled and turned to Lierre.
"Your things are packed Lierre, and we shall go buy 'Knight Bus' alright?" he said
kindly. Lierre nodded.
"Alright."