A/N: Yes, I suppose I DID deserve that fruit, Vampire Bat. Apologies- I'm having a severe case of writers block on my much-loved comedies.

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Le Garçon Qui Ne vit Pas plus

Chapter 3

I am the one corruption touched

Scorned by heaven and hell alike

I rest in deep imprisonment

For hope is nonexistant

So purgatory claims my sight

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"Ohdearohdearohdearohdearohdear…"

"Alice, what's the matter?" Virginia looked up at me; her perplexed features gave away her confusion. It's easy to tell these things when you can read anyone like a book.

I stopped muttering, realizing that I was trembling out of control. I had fallen asleep while cradling her to my chest, not realizing that I was about to crush her petite figure if I didn't stop convulsing. I let go of her instantly, almost dropping her to the floor.

"I had a rather bad dream."

Her eyes widened. "Was it a premonition?"

"Not in the slightest." I felt bad lying, but a lie for the good cause never hurt anyone.

"You'll be off then, I suppose?"

"I'll pay a visit to your dearest tomorrow." She sighed, relieved.

"Thank you ever so much for doing this for me. I don't know how I could live without you, Miss Everett."

She turned to walk me out the door.

"No, thank you." I smiled and proceeded to make my way down the corridors, Ginny leading the way.

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The dancers were clothed in beautiful gowns of scarlet and gold. The little girl was overwhelmed with the mass of colors that she perceived, and the sinful smell of sex and alcohol. The music seduced her, drawing her in…

"I'd like you to meet my daughter, Evelyn." The girl's father directed her vision to one of the most beautiful men the girl had ever seen. His perfectly sculpted face was angelic and godly, his striking features made a compelling contrast with his pale skin.

"Monsieur, she is more beautiful than she has been described to me." The man grasped her tiny hand and raised it to his lips, smirking as he did so.

The father made a sudden move forward, yet retreated for some reason. "She's only eight, Monsieur Mauvais."

The man's smirk burst into a full grin.

"One must start these things early, my lord." He slowly let go of her hand, and walked back into the massive crowd, humming an aria as he left.

"Father," the girl's father turned to attention, "why does that man look like an angel?"

The father sighed and got down on his knees.

"Eve, that man is very bad. I don't want you to ever be anywhere near him unless I am close at hand. Do you understand?"

The girl nodded, dropping her eyes to the floor.

"What's wrong, my darling?"

"I kind of liked him."

Her father's eyes grew cold, "Foolish girl. You're just like your mother."

Those were the harshest words he had ever said to her.

And the girl resented them.

"Oh, Monsieur, let us go back to dancing. The next song should be rather lively indeed!" The man's wife smiled at him rather seductively, beckoning him onto the dance floor.

Her father rolled his eyes, "Coming, my dear Rachel."

The girl dug her fingernails so hard into her arms that they started to bleed.

And she didn't seem to care in the slightest.

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I turned the corner, heading into the double doors of the Esprit Torture de Dieu. It was a rather cold day outside, and I hoped to enter a warm atmosphere.

The entire building was freezing beyond belief. I was shocked by the way the harsh, frigid air felt against my tender skin. But there was nothing I could do. I was just a visitor.

"Coming to see Monsieur Malfoy again?" The receptionist laughed and led me to the room. Room #13.

She shut the door, and I was faced with the sight of Draco Lucius Malfoy.

His hair seemed combed today, his frail body leaning against one of the padded walls.

"Si ne ce pas est mon dearest Alice." If it isn't my dearest Alice.

"Pleased to see you too, Draco."

He frowned. "Je ne serai pas obligé à recevoir ici amical. Déclarer vos affaires et votre congé, je suis une personne très occupée et importante." I'm not here to get friendly. State your business and leave, I am a very busy and important person.

Getting testy today, were we?

"I can see your huge line of clients waiting outside of the door, Mr. Malfoy."

"Arrêter la conversation, le petit oiseau." Stop talking, little bird.

"I will as soon as I state my business. I have agreed to play messenger for you and dearest Virginia," he nodded, "In exchange for some research on her part. I have a question for you: Do you have any knowledge of the two of us being related?"

"Nos parents se sont connus. Cela est tout je sais de." Our parents knew each other. That is all I know of.

"Oh, really? Do tell how my saintly father was in close contact with your dirty relations?" I spat on the ground. How DARE he shame my family name!

"Ceux-là qui peuvent apparaître saint peuvent battre le but d'est un saint. Il aurait pu être bon natured- je n'ai jamais rencontré l'homme. J'ai su votre mère, bien que. Elle était plutôt corrompue." Those who may appear saintly may defeat the purpose of being a saint. He could have been good natured- I never met the man. I did know your mother, though. She was rather corrupt.

I didn't answer for a long period of time. Then, I croaked, "You tell the truth. I really must be leaving," I grabbed my purse, "Adeiu."

I heard him singing as I left.

La beauté et la vérité vont de pair. Bien que la vérité a tué la beauté, la beauté habite sur. Le monde devient plus triste avec chaque amour ou chaque mort. Ma vie est absurde, et je chante une nouvelle chanson…

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"Ma petite fille, I am sorry for my behavior tonight. I should not have spoken that way to you. There are bad people in the world, and I must teach you to be rid of them. That man was a mudblood- an evil man. You don't want to be an orphan, do you?"

The girl slowly nodded.

"Then do as I tell you, veille."

She nodded again, silent.

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Next time: The unearthing of a will, properties, summer homes, and life at Hogwarts for our heroine!

And now- the glossary:

Ma petite fille- My darling daughter

Veille- Eve

Draco's song- Beauty and truth go hand in hand. Though truth killed beauty, beauty lives on. The world becomes sadder with each love or death. My life is pointless, and I sing a new song.

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