"Cette vie est un hôpital où chaque malade est possédé du désir de changer de lit. Celui-ci voudrait souffrir en face du poële, et celui-là croit qu'il guérirait à côté de la fenêtre."

N'importe où hors du monde par Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)


"This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds. One man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window."

Anywhere Out Of the World by Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)


Advocating:
-Charles Baudelaire is dead, he can do nothing against me thieving his little remarkable statement;
-Lucius Malfoy belongs to me;
-characters that can be found in Harry Potter books, belong to JKR;
-characters that can not be found in Harry Potter books belong to me.

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-"Servants" - quiet and misty voice announced - "faithful ones, and the less faithful ones" - his soft voice twitched on 'less faithful ones' - "I'm glad that all of you are here now. Some couldn't possible come to serve their Lord, right away; some of them were punished, and the other ones had a damn good excuse for their laxness."
Lord Voldemort glanced around him. Sinister cloak-enfolded silhouettes of faithful and some less faithful Death Eaters enshrouded a circle around him.
-"And you came back" - the Dark Lord derisively spoke to the person next to Lucius. The person stepped out of the circle, and knelt in front of the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his robes.
-"I have feeling that your devotion is less than it was before, Deitrich" - the Dark Lord spoke, softy. Lucius Malfoy turned to the figure beside him. It just came back to it's space, beside him. He couldn't believe that it could be her.
-"My devotion is nothing less than it have ever been, my Lord" - she clearly stated.
-"Of course, just like before, nothing" - he snarled quietly.
He turned his back to her walking away, going of to bully Peter Petigrew.
-"Ancilla" - Lucius whispered to her. She heard him, and turned to him. Doomed masks were on their faces, and they couldn't plot each other's gazes.
He knew it was her; it was her neighing voice, her height, and her ideal features. So she came back to England, not caring to inform him. He didn't have time to think how mad he was that she left him with no goodbye, and come back without letting him know. No single letter was written from her to him. He was too blithe to see her, to remind himself of the moments when he thought how much he will show his rage towards her. She was an anathema to him. Sweet anathema
Ancilla and Lucius knew each other as long as they could remember. They both went to Hogwarts, same year. They discovered they loved each other. It was impossible for them to be together because she was engaged as soon as she was born. They stayed together, but as the Dark Lord was down, she decided to go away after she met an adorable Frenchman, Mathieu Bégayer. She bemoaned James Potter, and cursed Lucius and Severus for setting him up.
Ancilla kept Lucius at Lucius, knowing he is real and he is seeing him after such a long time. Her eyes were illuminated by the bright fire burning five meters away. He could see the miniature inferno in them.
Over to the other side, the Dark Lord was fixing his noxious target on some victims other than Peter Petigrew.
Ancilla stared at him, unable to draw her eyes away.
-"Lucius?" - she feebly said. Spike of her mahogany hair was sticking out between her black mask and her hood. Lucius freely reached with his hand for it, and pushed it inside the cloak. The Dark Lord didn't see this. He also noticed them talking and interfering -- didn't.
All the Death Eaters were dismissed. Before Ancilla could Dissapparate, Lucius roughly, with great power, hurting her, grabbed her arm, and Dissapparated her with him. They reappeared in the middle of the perilous forest, who knows where. As soon as Lucius lit his wand, he ripped hood from her head and the mask. He drew wand closer to her, illuminating all the aspects of her pallid face.
He stared at her face for a whole minute saying nothing. He let her gently take off his hood and his mask. They were face to face with each.
-"I can die now" - Lucius said quietly. She smiled.
-"I was afraid of this moment, you know. And it's happening right now" - she said, slightly neurotic.
-"I craved for it, mon cher" - Lucius said, letting himself show the utter mesmerisation of her.
-"I thought you were mad at me" - she sighed quietly.
-"I am" - he said, and kissed her. -"Do you have a husband?"
-"Yes, indeed, I am married, Lucius" - she said, scanning him; waiting for him tp burst out long-dwelled spleen.
-"To who?" - he asked, locking her face with his hands. Cold breeze blew, chilling their fleshes.
-"It's cold" - she said.
-"I asked you a question" - he said sternly, moving her body closer to his.
-"Mathieu Bégayer" - she answered.
-"Are you working, where do you live?" - he asked.
-"I'm a teacher at Hogwarts" - she said, fastening her arms around his neck. He moved his hand around her waist, and rubbed her back.
-"That's a surprise. What do you teach?"
-"Defence Against the Dark Arts. I teach Draco. He's a wonderful boy. I wish he was my son" - she said, melancholically.
-"Due to your stupidity, he's not. Why didn't you immediately contact me, as soon as you came to England?"
-"I told you already, I was afraid of seeing you. I thought you will kill me. I still love you, you know. I never loved you so much. I missed you" - she said, quietly.
-"Is that so?" - he asked. The answer was kissing him.
-"I missed you so much" - he said, hugging her so close to him. She serenely held her head on his neck, feeling his warm body, and kissed his neck.
-"I think I should go now" - she lamently said.
Lucius gently let her go. Before she Dissapparated, he said.
-"Ancilla, I love you. I love you a lot."
She smiled, vanishing.

Hermione angrily entered Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, last, after Ron and Harry. She miffedly slammed her books against the table in the last row.
-"Hermione, you're so angry" - said Parvati, who was sitting in front of her.
-"I hate this class, and I hate Professor Dietrich more than I ever hated anyone" - Hermione snapped, not caring how loud she was.
-"Come down, girl" - Ron said, sitting beside her.
-"Professor Dietrich is really mean to you, and to all Muggle borns, but she is a good teacher" - Lavender turned around, too.
-"Well too bad, she should go back to Azkeban, where she came from" - Hermione said, sitting down.
-"She've been to Azkeban?" - Parvati and Lavender asked at the same time.
-"She was the Governor of it for very long time" - Hermione said.
-"Really?" - Lavender gasped. Hermione had to time to reply, because Professor Deitrich came in, closing the door behind her, and dropping all the essays she had to mark on the table in the first row.
-"I got your assignments marked, when I call your name, come and get it" - she said, emotionlessly, drawing the first assignment, and reading out the name. She told everyone how good essay Draco Malfoy wrote. Hermione was astonished that she still got a fair mark.
-"Wow, I never got this high mark in my life" - Ron gasped at his 82%.
-"That's how much I got" - Hermione cried. She wouldn't never say she was smarter than Ron, but she was certainly doing more study on everything.
As everyone got their marks, Parvati raised her hand.
-"Yes, Patil."
-"Is it true that you were an Azkeban Governor?" - with this question, Parvati drew everyone's attention.
-"Yes." - She answered carefully.
-"Can you tell us about it?" - Lavender asked, next.
-"You were supposed to learn that lated on, but I shan't harm if you if I tell you some stuff in advance. What would you like to know?"
-"Everything" - many people in the class said.
-"Ok than. It's an enormous castle, located on the floating island. The island never stops floating. It's always far away from the terrestrial areas, so the prisoners who run away from the castle, which is extremely hard, almost impossible, can't swim to the land. Accept at some time in June, than the England is visible from the west side.
-"How do you get there?" - Draco asked without raising his hand.
-"Basically you can Apparate, but it's everything but prudent to do so. There is a portal at the Ministry Building, and you just step on it, and it takes you to the Azkeban."
She noticed Harry's hand up.
-"Yes Potter."
-"How do you stand all the Dementors?" - he asked. He actually didn't want to ask this question, but without controlling himself, he did.
-"I can stand them any time. Some people have that special talent, and Dementors can do nothing to you. I can control them though. They just listen to me when I talk to them. It's easy for me, but not anyone can do that.
"Otherwise, there is the part where the offices are, and it is guarded by a pair of supreme Patronus. That is the part where my office was, and that's where the office of the Assistant is.
"Potter, I would like to see you after class" - she said suddenly.
The rest of the class went peacefully as she taught them about how to kill a vampire. When it ended, Harry stayed. She was sitting at her table, and with wave of her wand, closed the door of the classroom as everybody was gone.
-"Come here, Potter" - she said to him. Harry did so. He waited for her to say what she wanted to.
-"You know Harry, how I said that there is the position of the Assistant of the Governor of the Azkeban?" - she said, eyeing him closely.
-"Yes" - Harry nodded his head, but he didn't see what was this going to.
-"Do you by any chance know who it was while I was the Governor?" - she asked. Her eyes were clear now. Harry noticed how she drummed her fingers on the table.
-"No."
She gave deep sigh, and said: -"Your father."
-"You knew my father?" - Harry asked, dumbfounded.
-"I just told you he worked with me" - she said. Harry had another question, millions questions to ask, but Ancilla said.
-"Don't be late for you next class."
Harry silently walked to his next class. As he entered the Transfiguration classroom, he found Hermione telling McGonagall what they've learnt in Defence Against the Dark Arts today.
-"...and she said that she can contact the Dementors" - Hermione said.
-"That is so awful. Azkeban is a bad place, and she is tells it so benign" - Professor McGonagall concluded, rigidly.
-"She doesn't have to, we already know how bad it is" - argued Dean Thomas.
-"In my opinion, she should go back to Azkeban, but not as Governor, but as a convict" - Minerva said, rigorously.
-"What do you mean by that?" - Hermione gasped. Everyone in classroom did so.
-"She was tried as being in involved in the Dark Arts, several time, last time when the You-Know-Who was in his full-power" - she said. -"None of you knew about that?"
-"That is so awful. Does Dumbledore know about that?" - Hermione asked.
-"Of course, but there's no evidences that she has anything to do with You-Know-Who. He trusts her, of course. I wouldn't." - She snapped. He gestures put the end on the conversation.
-"Today, we will be learning about..."

At the next Defence Against the Dark Arts, all the Gryffindors seemed numb and kind of scared. Neville was the worst one, he occupied the seat at the very back, and hid behind Hermione.
-"Why are you hiding behind the Mudblood Granger, Longbottom?" - Malfoy approached them. By his enthusiastic face, he looked fresh and eager to bully someone today.
-"Because Professor Deitrich is a Death Eater" - Neville cried. Harry and Ron were fixing Draco with their stare. They were sitting beside Hermione.
-"Hahaha, why are you hiding behind her, than? Professor Deitrich is clever enough to kill the Mudbloods, first, if she is a Death Eater. As hiding behind her, you're next, Long-ass, oops, I meant to say Longbottom" - Draco sneered, laughing cynically. Behind him, Crabbe and Goyle body-guarded.
-"Pity you're not a Muggle-born" - Ron sighed, deeply. Harry just stared at Draco. He mentioned to no one what Professor Deitrich told him about his father. Could it be true that she was a Death Eater? Is she was, was she still? She couldn't possibly hide that from Dumbledore, but Barty Crouch did. Crouch even succeed to fool Dumbledore that he is a different person.
-"Pity you have no have no money to buy some new robes" - Draco sneered at Ron's last year's robes.
-"As least the money they were bought with is earned" - Hermione said.
-"Are you trying to say that my family is a family of criminals?" - Draco raised his eyebrow.
-"You ought to know that better than us, Malfoy" - Harry said through his teeth gritted.
-"At least I'm not Mudblood affiliated bastard" - Draco sneered.
-"And why so?" - Harry abruptly grabbed Malfoy for his collar. Crabbe and Goyle weren't quick enough to react, because Hermione put herself in front of them. They didn't dare to hit a girl (in front of all these people).
-"You should've died along your parents; they were worth nothing, just like you" - Draco sneered, maliciously. His tongue glided along the tips of his sharp teeth, in his open mouth.
Speechlessly Harry dived onto Draco, over the table. Draco let out a shriek when Harry started strangling him. It didn't last even for a minute, because some invisible dynamism rebounded him of Draco. He found himself sitting on the floor, not far away from Draco, who was breathing heavily, spread on the cold floor.
-"I don't want to hear what happened, Weasley" - Professor Deitrich hissed as soon Ron opened his mouth to speak. She was there. She was the one that so brusquelly cut them apart
-"But Miss..." - Pansy Parkinson whined.
-"You didn't comprehend my words, Parkinson" - she sharply turned to her. Pansy jumped as her eyes penetrated her.
-"Potter, go and get me Head of the you Gryffindor, McGonagall, and Head of Slytherin, Professor Snape. I want them to come to my office. You have to be there with them, too" - she said, autocratically.
He had to bear her stare until he exited the classroom. Go and get McGonagall first, because she will go easier on me than that asshole, Snape. Than with McGonagall, go and get Snape, because he won't be able to bully me so much if McGonagall's with him, Harry was giving instructions to himself.
-"Can you get up, Malfoy?" - Ancilla quietly asked, Draco who was still laying on the floor.
Draco nodded his head, and painfully got up. He repeated his brave pretending, from three years ago when he pretended that Buckbeak, the hippogriff, really injured him.
-"Follow me" - she said, turning around. -"Longbottom, I'm leaving you in charge. If anyone bullies you, and doesn't listen to what you say, you tell me, and they will be hanging upside-down from the vault for a week. And I'll use a memory charm to find out if you're laying" - she threatened before abandoning them. Her threat worked pretty well, no one dared to contradict Professor Deitrich.

Draco looked around her office when she led him in. He liked all the foreign and baroque ornaments and instruments of complex and embellished look. It had a weird, Middle-Asian smell.
-"Are you ok, Draco?" - she asked, gently. At that moment, she didn't care how the fight started. She was happy to see her godson, and have some time with him. She still didn't tell him that he was her godson.
-"I'm fine" - Draco smiled a courageous smile.
-"Draco, oh my God, you're bleeding" - she collected some blood from the back of his head. The deep red blood shined actively on his silver hair.
-"Oh, really it's nothing" - he said. He felt pain in the back of his head, but it was more manly, in front of her, to shut up about it.
-"You're sure you don't want to go to Madame Pomfrey?" - she asked, sceptically.
-"No, she knows nothing."
-"I agree with that. Than I'll try to fix you" - she went over the cupboard, and pulled a small black bottle with no label on. She moved to Draco, and gently put some of the liquid on the wounded place.
-"Argh" - Draco screamed because of all the pain that stopped next moment.
-"It's healed", - she said. -"Now, Draco I believe you to tell me the truth. What have happened?" - she asked.
-"Harry Potter hates me Professor. By the way, can I call you Ancilla?" - he asked clemently.
-"Only when we're alone. Harry Potter has a damn good reason to hate you, Draco" - she said, gloomily.
-"What is it?" - Draco inquired to know.
-"Ask your father. Ask him why he hated James Potter so much" - she whispered to him.
-"You know my father?" - Draco asked, surprisingly.
Ancilla nodded her head, opening the door because someone knocked on them.
Draco turned around to see Professor Snape coming in, followed by Professor McGonagall, and Harry.
-"What have happened?" - Snape asked her, ominously looking Harry. She motioned him to sit down, and he did--right beside Harry. McGonagall was standing.
-"Potter, explain what have happened" - she ordered him.
-"Malfoy provoked me. He was taunting me and my friends. I couldn't keep myself from jumping onto him" - Harry said. He avoided everyone's eyes.
-"Malfoy?"
-"Potter is laying. I would never taunt anybody, because that's just wrong. Potter and I had a small argument when he just dived onto me" - Draco said, looking with most clement eyes into Ancilla.
-"Interesting" - Snape commented, attempting to kill Harry with his stare.
-"Of course, you're being unable to keep discipline in your class. You teach students about Azkeban, and as a Death Eater..." - Minerva started, but Ancilla cut her: -"I wasn't in class yet; when I came and saw Malfoy and Potter fighting."
-"And I wouldn't quite so criticise her teaching, Minerva. Ancilla already showed that she an excellent educator, as much as she was an excellent student, and you should remember that" - Snape advocated her in low voice.
-"I don't want this to turn into personal gripes" - Ancilla said, brutally.
-"We have to punish Potter for his lack of rule foolowing. Malfoy, two points of Slytherin, for arguing with Potter, because he's just not worth it; Potter, you just lost your house thirty two points for starting this, and violating the envoronment" - Snape said. Minerva totally agreed with him for his decision, but she preferred if she was the one to bring it.
-"That sounds right" - Minerva said.
-"So the problem is over" - Snape said, ready to go.
-"Next time Ancilla, you don't have to fuss so much about a small fight" - she said to her, briskly walking away.
-"Yes, Professor McGonagall" - she said sarcastically after she was gone. -"Potter, you stay, I wanna have a word with you."
Harry was relieved to see Draco and Snape leave. Ancilla was silent for a moment, and than she spoke.
-"When I told you that I knew your father, it seemed like there were a lot of questions you would like to ask me about him?" - she said motheringly.
-"They all seem so unimportant now. But I have one: why did Lord Voldemort want to kill my parents?" - he asked simply, sighing.
-"Just like Draco, asking me that question I don't want to answer. You know, I can remember you when you were born. You were a small, adorable baby. I never though that James will die. I hoped that he would be alive to raise you because I knew he would be a great father" - she said, mildly.
-"But why can't anyone just tell me why the fuck did Lord Voldemort killed my parents?" - Harry snapped. Such a sudden change of temperament was followed by Ancilla's sereneness.
-"Harry Potter, you even have the same temper as your father. You piss me off same way he does. You know, he was a great person, but sometimes he just wouldn't know how to get off my nerves. Go back to your class, and tell them I'm coming in a minute" - she said. Harry rose to go. Before he went outside, he heard a sound of lighter, and a cigarettes being lit.


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Frail of hope
Renounce all fear
Locked away inside all these years
Remain in light
Renounce all fears
For you have been mesmerised
Break this spell of silence

Dead Can Dance (Spleen and Ideal), Mesmerism