A/N: Here we go. Another chapter. What do I do when I'm hopelessly infatuated with someone? I write fanfiction! And stick oodles and oodles of passion into it.

-Disclaimer- The song used in this story is called "Complainte de la Butte" by Rufus Wainwright, and used in the movie Moulin Rouge. I did not write it, although it is rather beautiful, as I sing it under my breath during 7th period. Margaret, however, owns the entire Harry Potter franchise (I will never shut up about that comment)…

Le Garçon Qui Ne vit Pas plus

Chapter 5

Escape

I sighed, blissfully unaware, and stepped into my kitchen. My owl, Rabbit, brought in the mail as usual. The raindrops were hitting my windowsill, making my head pound with even more of a morning migraine than usual. Plop… plop… plop… the noise had started to echo.

There seemed to be an escaped convict on the cover of the Daily Prophet. It was my day off, and I was accustomed to sleeping in. The rain had picked up, and I could see it dripping down the glass panes. Plop… plop…

I rubbed at my temples and stroked Rabbit silently, placing my toast on the table and adjusting my tennis shoes. I looked down at the cover of the Wizarding world's most famous newspaper.

Plop… plop… the noise was growing more persistent in my brain. It ached and pained me with the sound. I was never fond of rain. It always rained in France.

Draco Malfoy… plop… escaped… asylum… plop…

I set the paper down on the table and didn't let the door hit me on the way out of my flat.

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"He's so alone without me! What am I going to do?" She collapsed sobbing again, rolling on the floor and flailing her legs in the air. One would assume, at first glance, that Virginia Potter was suffering from a temper tantrum and that she was currently the age of 5. But, no, she was just suffering from a panic attack. I sighed and tried to console her the best I could.

"Alright, he's a grown man. He can take care of himself. Merlin knows how much of a media uproar was caused because of this…"

"BUT HE DOESN'T S-S-SPEAK ENGLISHH!!!!" When she cried, I thought she greatly resembled one of those honking seals.

"Virginia, he understands English FINE! CALM YOURSELF!"

She stopped to dry her eyes on the red and gold silk curtain and lowered her eyes to the floor, legs sprawled out beneath her nightgown. I couldn't help but notice that she looked just like-

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The girl couldn't recognize her mother. She was lying against the wall with her ivory hand in the air, slowly tracing shapes. Recognition swept across her face- "Evelyn, come to mummy…" She waved her hand in the air and motioned for the girl to come forward. She obeyed.

Her mother pushed a silky black strand of hair out of Evelyn's face and sighed, "You look just like your father. But you have my eyes, know that?" the girl flinched and shrank back at the cold touch of the woman.

"I want you to keep my last name, do your hear me? James and I always wanted a daughter…" She sniffed and continued, "I always wanted a daughter named Virginia. Such a pretty name… either that, or Alice." She giggled and waved her hands in the air again, looking preoccupied and distant, "Alice was the one corrupt. She traveled through Wonderland… have you ever read Alice in Wonderland? Of course not. Your father doesn't let you read muggle books…" Evelyn shook her head, and her mother continued, "But still. Eve. She was tempted to the tree of knowledge. You're a curious little girl, aren't you? Just like your mother…

I think I'll call you AliceAlice…" She let the name roll over her tongue, "Alice…"

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"Alice? Earth to Alice? Chasing after the white rabbit again?" he chuckled and set his mug on the oak coffee table, running a hand through his hair nervously. "I never expected my Ginny to be so distraught about Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy! I mean, merlin, he's my worst enemy! It's almost like she's on his side."

"Harry- your worst enemy is Voldemort. Who is dead. That was just a schoolboy thing. Nothing more, nothing less. Both of you are mature adults. You should be over this kind of feud." I shook my head and looked down at my tea. He was acting very skittish, observing his surroundings rather cautiously. I sighed, "Harry, he's not going to jump out of the wall at you. I'm sure he's off in… Bermuda or something."

Later, I would prove myself wrong. Virginia led me up to her upstairs room, the twists and the turns making me dizzy.

And, therein lay an insipid man with tired eyes and flaxen hair, laid on a red plush sofa.

How does it feel to have your enemy above you?

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The house was burning down. Engulfed by flames, swallowed by intense heat. Evelyn laid a slender finger on the metal railing of the fence and drew her hand away suddenly, startled by the scalding heat.

Her father stood behind her, his hand on her head and his high cheekbones emphasized. His face was worried, but his face displayed a certain sort of calmness.

Mother was nowhere to be found.

Evelyn thought, from that moment on, that her mother had burned the house down.

A policeman was singing as he walked down the street, twirling a stick in his hand like a baton.

"Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine
J'oublie mon chagrin"

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"Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux…"

"You saw that movie?" I asked.

He paused, "Film? C'est une chanson par Rufus Wainwright." Movie? It's a song by Rufus Wainwright.

"Well, it's not technically by Rufus Wainwright. The good version is."

He rolled his eyes. Virginia was reading in the corner, her eyes buried a copy of Shakespeare's Othello. I could tell she wasn't reading very intently, and was instead paying attention to the conversation between Draco and I. She was holding the book upside down.

"Hmph. 'Bonne version' mon âne britannique." Hmph. "Good version" my british ass.

"You're too damn smug. You need to lighten up a bit. Live a little."

He rapped his head slightly, "Je n'ai pas besoin 'éclaire vers le haut,' en tant que vous mettez-tellement avec du charme le. Je suis torturé, rappelez-vous?" I don't need to 'lighten up,' as you so charmingly put it. I'm tortured, remember?

"Tortured? Don't make me laugh." He knew I was kidding around. He even smiled. Well- I think it was a smirk.

Virginia jumped out of her chair slightly as we heard the doorbell ring.

Harry called up the stairs shortly after.

"Virginia? It's the ministry. They have some… questions…"

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End Chapter 5

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Next time: Finally- the fight scene! Ooh. I wanna see Fudge get gutted… *claps hands gleefully* And more on family history. Of course of course.

I'd like to thank- Margaret: For turning around and looking at the story on my laptop when I made her, even though she probably wasn't reading. I 3 you! Zak: For, um, giving me inspiration. Alright- he didn't do anything. But he made me want to write and actually, subconsciously, made me finish this chapter.

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