((Disclaimer: Yes, this lazy girl has decided to keep her promise and write
another chapter for her not-well fic (Thanks for the review, Pineapple!),
meaning that you now get to read another disclaimer. I can see you jumping
for joy... Oo; Anyway, I do not own Harry Potter (the character as well as
the series) and I didn't create the characters that I'm borrowing. However,
I bet you all know who did, and if you don't, then you're either really
dense or extremely nonattentive, in which case you probably will ignore
this disclaimer and not report me to the police. Muahaha.))
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Hypnotism
Chapter 4:
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Glancing through her tear-raw eyes, Aimee noticed that the officer's badge said "Arthur Weasley" and also that he wasn't going in the direction of the police station.
"Uh... excuse me?" Aimee started.
The nearly fed-up policeman glanced over at her while trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Yes?" he replied.
"The police station isn't this way." Aimee wondered what he was going to do to her, since it appeared that she was being kidnapped. Now that she thought of it, a call to a telephone psychic was a rather petty crime to be arrested for. 'Great,' she thought, 'Paranoia has made me into an idiot once again.' She had been so preoccupied with worrying about being arrested that she hadn't stopped to think of whether or not her crime was worthy of an arrest.
The policeman pulled over to the side of the road, looking scared. "Look, kid, I know you're frightened, but please trust me on this. I'll explain everything shortly, I promise."
Aimee wanted to tell him that 'shortly' wasn't good enough, but the thought of a dagger slicing into her neck stopped her. She remained silent as they drove for hours and hours, finally resting her head against the window and falling asleep.
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Arthur drove on, stopping only for a cup of muggle coffee. He really couldn't get enough of that stuff; it was so different from the wizard make. Glancing at the girl beside him, he felt guilty for not telling her where she was going, but for all he knew, she was not to be trusted. He had worked for years to track down her parents, and he wasn't about to risk everything until he was in a secure place and his plans were in motion.
Painful as it was, he couldn't help but think back to the hardships he had gone through fifteen years ago with the Death Eaters. His cousin, Lucy, along with about a dozen others, had been brutally murdered by this girl's parents. That night would never be forgotten to him, and he would see to it that his vow to his cousin was fulfilled.
Snapping out of his daze, he realized that he had missed his target by about a mile. Luckily, it was nearing four in the morning, so there was nobody on the road to see him make a u-turn and speed toward the palm-sized rock that would transport him and the girl to Paris.
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Upon waking, the first words that Aimee heard went something like this: "Mais non! Elle n'est pas une sorcière, oui?"
Even though Aimee had taken French in school, she didn't quite know what a 'sorcière' was, or at least not in referral to her. Another thing she was quite lost on was why French was being spoken as opposed to good old English.
After listening to Officer Weasley talk to the French woman for a while, Aimee got rather bored and began to look around. She was apparently in some sort of dormitory, and a nice-looking one at that. She was sitting on a bed that had velvet curtains pulled back around the bedposts, and there were beautiful carpets covering nearly every square inch of the floor. The room was dimly lit by a glow from the fireplace and various lamps positioned so as to give the room a more comfy look. Although Aimee didn't mind her surroundings in the least, she couldn't help but wonder why she was in them. The thought of being kidnapped didn't exactly bring the word 'luxury' to mind...
Arthur grasped her shoulder and led her to a corner of the room. "You're at Beauxbatons, a school for witches and wizards to study magic. I hate to leave you here like this, but I really don't have a choice... See, I've got my own family to get home to... Oh, never mind that. You're here, I assume you know why, and I wish you the absolute best of luck. Maybe we'll meet again someday, and if you do, I'll introduce you to my son. He's about your age... But I'm getting off track. Sorry for everything..."
With that, he exited the room, leaving Aimee by herself. "But... I don't know why..." she whispered to herself.
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(A/N: I hope this is starting to make a little more sense... Now that a lot of the questions have been answered, I can get on with the story! Please review and let me know how you think the story is; you have no idea how much I'd appreciate it. Until next chapter, then! ^^;)
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Hypnotism
Chapter 4:
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Glancing through her tear-raw eyes, Aimee noticed that the officer's badge said "Arthur Weasley" and also that he wasn't going in the direction of the police station.
"Uh... excuse me?" Aimee started.
The nearly fed-up policeman glanced over at her while trying to keep his eyes on the road. "Yes?" he replied.
"The police station isn't this way." Aimee wondered what he was going to do to her, since it appeared that she was being kidnapped. Now that she thought of it, a call to a telephone psychic was a rather petty crime to be arrested for. 'Great,' she thought, 'Paranoia has made me into an idiot once again.' She had been so preoccupied with worrying about being arrested that she hadn't stopped to think of whether or not her crime was worthy of an arrest.
The policeman pulled over to the side of the road, looking scared. "Look, kid, I know you're frightened, but please trust me on this. I'll explain everything shortly, I promise."
Aimee wanted to tell him that 'shortly' wasn't good enough, but the thought of a dagger slicing into her neck stopped her. She remained silent as they drove for hours and hours, finally resting her head against the window and falling asleep.
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Arthur drove on, stopping only for a cup of muggle coffee. He really couldn't get enough of that stuff; it was so different from the wizard make. Glancing at the girl beside him, he felt guilty for not telling her where she was going, but for all he knew, she was not to be trusted. He had worked for years to track down her parents, and he wasn't about to risk everything until he was in a secure place and his plans were in motion.
Painful as it was, he couldn't help but think back to the hardships he had gone through fifteen years ago with the Death Eaters. His cousin, Lucy, along with about a dozen others, had been brutally murdered by this girl's parents. That night would never be forgotten to him, and he would see to it that his vow to his cousin was fulfilled.
Snapping out of his daze, he realized that he had missed his target by about a mile. Luckily, it was nearing four in the morning, so there was nobody on the road to see him make a u-turn and speed toward the palm-sized rock that would transport him and the girl to Paris.
-+-+-+-+-
Upon waking, the first words that Aimee heard went something like this: "Mais non! Elle n'est pas une sorcière, oui?"
Even though Aimee had taken French in school, she didn't quite know what a 'sorcière' was, or at least not in referral to her. Another thing she was quite lost on was why French was being spoken as opposed to good old English.
After listening to Officer Weasley talk to the French woman for a while, Aimee got rather bored and began to look around. She was apparently in some sort of dormitory, and a nice-looking one at that. She was sitting on a bed that had velvet curtains pulled back around the bedposts, and there were beautiful carpets covering nearly every square inch of the floor. The room was dimly lit by a glow from the fireplace and various lamps positioned so as to give the room a more comfy look. Although Aimee didn't mind her surroundings in the least, she couldn't help but wonder why she was in them. The thought of being kidnapped didn't exactly bring the word 'luxury' to mind...
Arthur grasped her shoulder and led her to a corner of the room. "You're at Beauxbatons, a school for witches and wizards to study magic. I hate to leave you here like this, but I really don't have a choice... See, I've got my own family to get home to... Oh, never mind that. You're here, I assume you know why, and I wish you the absolute best of luck. Maybe we'll meet again someday, and if you do, I'll introduce you to my son. He's about your age... But I'm getting off track. Sorry for everything..."
With that, he exited the room, leaving Aimee by herself. "But... I don't know why..." she whispered to herself.
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(A/N: I hope this is starting to make a little more sense... Now that a lot of the questions have been answered, I can get on with the story! Please review and let me know how you think the story is; you have no idea how much I'd appreciate it. Until next chapter, then! ^^;)
