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Chapter 2- Be Careful Malfoy!
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Beka's POV
When Beka woke up the next morning, she was the first of her dormitory to awake and she dressed as quietly as she could. Arriving in the Common Room, she saw that the only two people already there were Harry and Ron. Remembering last night's conversation, she walked straight to Harry:
"Can I talk to you?" She saw that he was perplexed, but he got on his feet and followed her to a corner of the room.
"Err... Well, it's like this. Some girls in my dormitory were talking about you and what happened with that wizard when you were a baby and... well..." Harry was looking annoyed now.
"You want to know how I survived Voldemort?"
"Not really. Actually, I wanted to know his name, because no one wanted to tell me." She was ashamed of herself. She had forgotten that his parents died that night end he probably didn't want to talk about. She felt herself flushed. Then realization streaked her. "Do you know what Voldemort means?"
"Does it mean something?" The boy looked surprised and a bit disconcerted.
"Yeah. In French it has to meaning. 'Could be something along Flying Death or Stealing Death. Mort means Death and Vol can mean both Flying and Stealing."
"Were did you learn French?" She could see he was suspicious.
"When I was six years-old, my dad, well my foster dad anyway, went to work in France. We all went to live with him and we stayed there for three years and we all went to a French school."
She saw Gwen coming down the stairs and she remembered that she was hungry.
"Well, I think I'll go eat now. Thank you for answering my question." She turned to leave and then stopped without turning to him she murmured: "I'm sorry for your parents. It must have been hard on you."
She waited a bit but sensing, nor hearing, no reaction, she headed for Gwen and they went trough the hole.
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Harry's POV
"I'm sorry for your parents. It must have been hard on you." She was turning her back on him as if scared to face his reaction. I didn't react, he couldn't. He was stunned.
Normally, new students only cared about him being the Boy-Who-Lived. They didn't talk about his parents, maybe because they thought that it would hurt him. She was different. She didn't act like if he was a hero or something and what she said about Voldemort's name was interesting.
"Hey Harry, Coming?" It was Ron waiting at the portrait hole with Hermione, ready to go eat. "What did she want anyway? Go out with you?"
"Ron, you're sick. You know that, don't you? She's 11 years-old!" But Ron didn't answer, as he was already the other side of the painting, waiting for them.
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Beka's POV
After getting lost three times and asking their way to various paintings, Beka and Gwen finally arrived in the Entrance Hall. They arrived at the bottom of the marble staircase at the same time a Slytherin sixth-year group entered the Hall.
The leading boy, a small blond snobbish guy, rudely pushed Beka out of his way and knocked her on the ground. Anger rose in her body and flashed dangerously in her eyes as she went back on her feet.
Without really thinking about what she was doing, she waved her hand and a bucket full of water appeared, hovering over the head of the Slytherin boy. The bucket fell with a lot of noise on the said head, splashing water over him and his friends. All the people who saw that roared in laughter.
"Oups" voiced Beka. That wasn't exactly what she wanted to do, but it was close enough. All at her triumph, she didn't notice the black shadow behind her.
"Miss Mitchell?"
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Severus' POV
As the girl turned on her feet, whitening very fast, Severus couldn't still quite understand what he had seen. A first-year had just conjured a bucket full of water without a wand. Even fifth-year couldn't yet conjured thing and that little girl had done it like if it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Sir? You wanted to talk to me?" The girl seemed to have regained some courage because she was looking directly at him, waiting.
"You are not to use magic on other students." His voice had regained his usual coolness now. "You will have a detention tonight at 7 in my classroom."
"I think, Severus that her detention will need to be reported to tomorrow night. I will have a little discussion about her magic with miss Mitchell tonight" said Albus, his eyes twinkling lightly. He then turned to the little girl. "You will come at my office after dinner. It's situated on the second floor (Is that it? I'm not sure) and the password is Sugar Quill. For now though I think you should go eat something and take one of the timetables that Professor McGonagall is giving out."
Severus was mildly surprised. It wasn't Dumbledore's habits to talk with a misbehaving student. He remarked that the girl was white and seemed a bit nervous. The Slytherin, though, looked quite happy about the twist of the event.