A/N: Hey everyone. I'm Evilia Malcone, a new auther here on FanFiction.net. You mave have seen me
before if I reviewed you or something. Anyway, this is my first attempt at publishing my fanfiction
anywhere. In case you can't tell, this is a first chapter in a new story I'm working on. I know its short,
but remember, its only an intro. Now on with the story ..
To Choose The Lesser of Two Evils
Chapter 1: The Need For Changes
Badria Malcone sat in Potions class at Beauxbatons Academy, not paying attention in
the least. She was so sick of this school. She should have been ecstatic - Miles Garrison, the
captain of her house's Quidditch team, and her teammate, had just asked her to the Back-To-
School-Ball. She was the envy of every fifth, sixth and seventh year girl. She was used to it
and it didn't matter to her anymore. It caused her best friend, Fleur Delacour, to grow
extremely angry with her.
Badria was a 5th year, but all of her friends, including Fleur and Miles, were 7th years.
This meant that next year they would graduate, and leave Badria behind. Last year, Badria
had asked to be moved up - she *was* top in her class - but Madame Maxime had refused.
Badria had the feeling that the Headmistress didn't care for her at all and probably thought that
she was just a snobby little rich girl. Badria couldn't help it if she was rich, but she
certainly wasn't snobby. Her father, Ramsay, was a senior partner in Mal Inc., a buisness
that he ran with a Mr. Lucius Malfoy of England. Badria still wasn't sure what the
business actually did, but it certainly made them a lot of money.
The Malfoys had always been close family friends of the Malcones. Ramsay and
Lucius had gone to Hogwarts, in England, together when they had been young. 'Hogwarts,'
thought Badria, 'thats where I want to be right now. Why did my parents have to stick me
here in this terrible French school? And I could be there with Draco ..' Badria and Draco had
been best friends since they had been born, always seeing each other on holidays and over the
summer. She missed him so much, that she couldn't stand thinking about him anymore.
Badria thought of the Ball again. It was next Friday. But she didn't want to go. She
knew why Miles had asked her. Badria knew that every boy who had ever asked her out did so
because of her looks. Badria was three-quarters veela. Sure, many girls in the school were part
veela, but no one else was that much so. Badria hated it so much. No one was ever concerned with
her personality, they only cared about her looks. Thats why she liked being with Draco so much.
Draco was part veela as well, and since veela powers couldn't work on another veela, Badria
knew that he liked her because of who she was, not what she was.
The bell rang, signalling the end of classes for the day. 'Thank God,' thought Badria, 'I don't
think I could have stood another minute of that class.' She gathered her books and put them in her
backpack, and left. She went to her room, which she shared with Fleur. When she got there, she threw her
backpack onto her bed, and started to look for some clean practice Quidditch robes. She had practice in 20
minutes, and she didn't want to be late. Finally, she found her navy blue ones, stuffed them into her duffel
bag, grabbed her Firebolt, and left.
The walk down to the Quidditch field from her room was a long one. She usually was
accompanied by Fleur or one of her teammates, but she couldn't find any of them today. She looked at her
watch. If she didn't hurry, she would be late. She jogged the rest of the way down to the locker room.
When she got there, she quickly changed into her robes, and rushed onto the field. She was just on time.
Practice was long, but much harder than usual. They practiced for three hours. After, Miles called them
together in the locker room.
"Well team, how do you feel?" he asked.
"Dead," said Walter Robertson, one of the team's Beaters.
"I don't think I can move," said Margo Vilanio, one of Badria's fellow Chasers, and good friend.
"Good, then my new training regiment is working," said Miles.
"New training regiment??? Why do we need a new training regiment? We've won every game since my
first year here!!" exclaimed Badria.
"I know, the Dragons haven't lost a match in the last 9 years. But I've heard that the Sphinx's are a lot better this year,
and so are the Hippogriff's. Now we play the Pheonix's on Thursday, and we need to show the school
that we're gonna win the championship this year, too." declared Miles. "Now, tomorrow's Wednesday,
so practice is at the same time as today. On Thursday, the game is at 4:30, so be here by at least 4. We're
done, so you can go to dinner now."
Badria brought her equipment back to her room, and found Fleur there.
"Hey Fleur." she said, hoping that she wasn't still mad at her.
"Hey, sorry about the fight earlier. I know it wasn't your fault," replied Fleur.
"Oh, don't worry about it. No big deal," said Badria.
"Are you going down to dinner now?" asked Fleur.
"Yea, want to come with me?" said Badria.
"Sure," said Fleur.
At dinner, Badria and Fleur sat at the Dragon House table, with Margo, Clarissa Heughton, and
Louise Haverforge. Clarissa was another Chaser on the Quiddicth team, and Louise was the Seeker.
While they were talking about Thursday's Quidditch game, a large eagle owl flew into the dining hall and
landed in front of Badria. She immediatly recognized it as her father's owl Hurcules. Badria opened the letter and read:
Dear Badria,
Something extremely urgent has come up. Mal Inc. is facing an inquiry
so we must leave France. The school has already been notified. I will
arrive at the school to pick you up at 6:30. I'm sorry, but you can no longer
attend Beauxbatons. Starting on Thursday, you'll be attending Hogwarts
with Draco. Pack your things and come immediatly to the main office.
Love,
Ramsay
"Oh my God .." said Badria.
"What's wrong?" asked Fleur.
"I'm leaving the school in .. 15 minutes. I have to go pack my stuff.", she replied.
She got up, and walked away.
She was in a daze all the way up to her room. When she got there she put all of her books,
clothes, Quidditch equipment, and other stuff into her trunk. She checked her bureau to make sure she
had everything. She wrote a quick note to Fleur explaining what had happened, saying she'd contact her
as soon as possible. After putting a feather-weight spell on her trunk, she left to go to the office.
When she arrived at the office, her father was already there.
Madame Maxime said, "Goodbye Badria, hopefully we will see you again.".
"We're going to the manor," Ramsay said.
He threw some Floo Powder into the fire and motioned Badria to go in.
She walked in and said, "Malcone Manor," and disappeared.
***
Thanks for reading. Please review it. If I get a response, I'll continue posting new chapters. Thanks to
Zsenya and Aira for beta-reading!!
~ENM
before if I reviewed you or something. Anyway, this is my first attempt at publishing my fanfiction
anywhere. In case you can't tell, this is a first chapter in a new story I'm working on. I know its short,
but remember, its only an intro. Now on with the story ..
To Choose The Lesser of Two Evils
Chapter 1: The Need For Changes
Badria Malcone sat in Potions class at Beauxbatons Academy, not paying attention in
the least. She was so sick of this school. She should have been ecstatic - Miles Garrison, the
captain of her house's Quidditch team, and her teammate, had just asked her to the Back-To-
School-Ball. She was the envy of every fifth, sixth and seventh year girl. She was used to it
and it didn't matter to her anymore. It caused her best friend, Fleur Delacour, to grow
extremely angry with her.
Badria was a 5th year, but all of her friends, including Fleur and Miles, were 7th years.
This meant that next year they would graduate, and leave Badria behind. Last year, Badria
had asked to be moved up - she *was* top in her class - but Madame Maxime had refused.
Badria had the feeling that the Headmistress didn't care for her at all and probably thought that
she was just a snobby little rich girl. Badria couldn't help it if she was rich, but she
certainly wasn't snobby. Her father, Ramsay, was a senior partner in Mal Inc., a buisness
that he ran with a Mr. Lucius Malfoy of England. Badria still wasn't sure what the
business actually did, but it certainly made them a lot of money.
The Malfoys had always been close family friends of the Malcones. Ramsay and
Lucius had gone to Hogwarts, in England, together when they had been young. 'Hogwarts,'
thought Badria, 'thats where I want to be right now. Why did my parents have to stick me
here in this terrible French school? And I could be there with Draco ..' Badria and Draco had
been best friends since they had been born, always seeing each other on holidays and over the
summer. She missed him so much, that she couldn't stand thinking about him anymore.
Badria thought of the Ball again. It was next Friday. But she didn't want to go. She
knew why Miles had asked her. Badria knew that every boy who had ever asked her out did so
because of her looks. Badria was three-quarters veela. Sure, many girls in the school were part
veela, but no one else was that much so. Badria hated it so much. No one was ever concerned with
her personality, they only cared about her looks. Thats why she liked being with Draco so much.
Draco was part veela as well, and since veela powers couldn't work on another veela, Badria
knew that he liked her because of who she was, not what she was.
The bell rang, signalling the end of classes for the day. 'Thank God,' thought Badria, 'I don't
think I could have stood another minute of that class.' She gathered her books and put them in her
backpack, and left. She went to her room, which she shared with Fleur. When she got there, she threw her
backpack onto her bed, and started to look for some clean practice Quidditch robes. She had practice in 20
minutes, and she didn't want to be late. Finally, she found her navy blue ones, stuffed them into her duffel
bag, grabbed her Firebolt, and left.
The walk down to the Quidditch field from her room was a long one. She usually was
accompanied by Fleur or one of her teammates, but she couldn't find any of them today. She looked at her
watch. If she didn't hurry, she would be late. She jogged the rest of the way down to the locker room.
When she got there, she quickly changed into her robes, and rushed onto the field. She was just on time.
Practice was long, but much harder than usual. They practiced for three hours. After, Miles called them
together in the locker room.
"Well team, how do you feel?" he asked.
"Dead," said Walter Robertson, one of the team's Beaters.
"I don't think I can move," said Margo Vilanio, one of Badria's fellow Chasers, and good friend.
"Good, then my new training regiment is working," said Miles.
"New training regiment??? Why do we need a new training regiment? We've won every game since my
first year here!!" exclaimed Badria.
"I know, the Dragons haven't lost a match in the last 9 years. But I've heard that the Sphinx's are a lot better this year,
and so are the Hippogriff's. Now we play the Pheonix's on Thursday, and we need to show the school
that we're gonna win the championship this year, too." declared Miles. "Now, tomorrow's Wednesday,
so practice is at the same time as today. On Thursday, the game is at 4:30, so be here by at least 4. We're
done, so you can go to dinner now."
Badria brought her equipment back to her room, and found Fleur there.
"Hey Fleur." she said, hoping that she wasn't still mad at her.
"Hey, sorry about the fight earlier. I know it wasn't your fault," replied Fleur.
"Oh, don't worry about it. No big deal," said Badria.
"Are you going down to dinner now?" asked Fleur.
"Yea, want to come with me?" said Badria.
"Sure," said Fleur.
At dinner, Badria and Fleur sat at the Dragon House table, with Margo, Clarissa Heughton, and
Louise Haverforge. Clarissa was another Chaser on the Quiddicth team, and Louise was the Seeker.
While they were talking about Thursday's Quidditch game, a large eagle owl flew into the dining hall and
landed in front of Badria. She immediatly recognized it as her father's owl Hurcules. Badria opened the letter and read:
Dear Badria,
Something extremely urgent has come up. Mal Inc. is facing an inquiry
so we must leave France. The school has already been notified. I will
arrive at the school to pick you up at 6:30. I'm sorry, but you can no longer
attend Beauxbatons. Starting on Thursday, you'll be attending Hogwarts
with Draco. Pack your things and come immediatly to the main office.
Love,
Ramsay
"Oh my God .." said Badria.
"What's wrong?" asked Fleur.
"I'm leaving the school in .. 15 minutes. I have to go pack my stuff.", she replied.
She got up, and walked away.
She was in a daze all the way up to her room. When she got there she put all of her books,
clothes, Quidditch equipment, and other stuff into her trunk. She checked her bureau to make sure she
had everything. She wrote a quick note to Fleur explaining what had happened, saying she'd contact her
as soon as possible. After putting a feather-weight spell on her trunk, she left to go to the office.
When she arrived at the office, her father was already there.
Madame Maxime said, "Goodbye Badria, hopefully we will see you again.".
"We're going to the manor," Ramsay said.
He threw some Floo Powder into the fire and motioned Badria to go in.
She walked in and said, "Malcone Manor," and disappeared.
***
Thanks for reading. Please review it. If I get a response, I'll continue posting new chapters. Thanks to
Zsenya and Aira for beta-reading!!
~ENM