Well, here I am again, with a new story. I know exactly what's going to happen in this one so it will probably come more quickly than Astra. shifty eyes Anyway, I dedicate it to:

Niffler

For being pure inspiration and giving me a very constructive review with Butterfly.

kitty minky

Awww, I wuv you so much girly. That's why I dedicate nearly every story to you. You are what keeps me going (very slowly) with my writing. :) huggles

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognise in this story. That includes characters, places and ideas (eg. magic etc.) I also do not own the song, Out of the Blue by Delta Goodrem.

Heartache

By Whirr

Chapter One: Out of the Blue

Chloe Deneuve grimaced as she leant against a hard, cold brick wall at a very busy and crowded Kings Cross Station on a Sunday morning in early September. She was grimacing because she was about to walk through a solid brick wall. Trust the English to come up with something like this. For goodness sake, they were walking through a ticket barrier. The muggles would have had to be extremely stupid not to notice the constantly disappearing teenagers.

A new beginning,

A new chapter of my life

Oh well, she thought, if I'm going to live amongst these people for the rest of my life, I might as well get used to them now.

She shook herself. Earlier this year she had been one of those ordinary nerds. Rather like that girl with the wavy blonde hair and radish earrings, she thought. She had been teased and laughed at. A couple of times she had even come close to hurting herself, badly.

Started the day when I thought it would be my last

She flicked her curly brown hair over her shoulder and walked gracefully towards the ticket barrier. She was putting on an act, and she knew it, but they wouldn't know. She hesitated slightly before walking straight through the barrier onto a new platform. A large red steam engine was waiting. As she made her way towards it, she attracted a lot of stares from boys in particular, and a lot of jealous glances from the girls. They could look just as pretty as me, if only they tried, was what she tried to think but other thoughts popped into her head, thoughts like; Why am I doing this? This isn't me.

My eyes were wide shut,

But I...I hadn't given up

She squeezed behind a large group of nervous looking kids with their excited parents who could only have been first-years. The train was right in front of her and she began to heave her trunk into one of the doors. A boy with a mop of red hair and freckles approached her.

Just thought I'd be working,

I've been working all along,

"Do you want some help?" he asked.

"Thanks," said Chloe, wiping her forehead. He helped her lift her trunk onto the train.

"I've got to go now," he said, "Say goodbye to family and stuff." He pulled a face to show he clearly didn't want to say goodbye to his family. Chloe laughed.

Then she waved to the boy and turned around. She made her way down the corridor, searching for an empty compartment, or if that wasn't possible, at least one with a few empty seats. She found a compartment with two people in it, the blonde girl she had spotted earlier and a boy with brown hair who was clutching a toad.

"Can I sit here? There aren't anymore seats," she said.

"Yeah, sure, come in," said the boy, "I'm Neville Longbottom. This is my toad Trevor and this is Luna Lovegood."

"I'm Chloe Deneuve," Chloe said, "So, what year are you two in?"

Before they could answer the door slid open and two more people stood in the doorway. One was a girl with shoulder-length red hair and freckles who looked as if she could be the sister of the boy who had helped her with her trunk. But she wasn't interested in her.

Out of the blue there I met you,

The boy was tall and had black ruffled hair. His eyes were a sparkling emerald green and a mischievous smile played on his face, as though deciding whether to appear or just remain serious. He ran his hands through his hair to reveal a thin lightning-bolt shaped scar.

"Luna, Neville," he nodded, "And?"

He looked at Chloe questioningly.

"Chloe Deneuve," she said, dreamily, "You can't be Harry Potter?"

He grinned, "Oh, well yeah. I suppose I am. This is Ginny Weasley."

They entered the compartment and sat down. Chloe was extremely pleased that he chose her to sit next to. The conversation dragged on. Harry didn't take her eyes off Chloe and she felt her neck growing hotter and hotter.

Showing your love I can't see without you,

The train passed through valleys and over mountains, through forests and farmland and all the time Chloe felt Harry's breath on her neck. She fidgeted and looked at him. He smiled and she returned the gesture nervously.

"So, Chloe Deneuve," he asked, "Where are you from?"

"I moved from Paris this summer. I went to a wizard school there but it wasn't nearly as big as this one seems."

"I heard French in your accent. It's gorgeous."

Chloe glowed.

And there's just no way that I can fight these emotions,

Chloe smiled and laughed, "Oh. It's just normal for me. It's you who has the accent. What year are you in by the way?"

"Seventh. N.E.W.T. year. Can't wait," he said sarcastically.

"Me too! My parents decided to move me for my final year so I stayed with my Great Aunt for the summer. She lives up north. It was actually quite a relief to get away from her. She kept pestering me about what I wear. She thinks it's too showy. I told her it's nothing compared to some girls."

Harry laughed and the sound of it rang through her head. To some it was just an ordinary laugh, but Chloe knew she would remember his laugh forever.

Your energy running through me,

Nobody one can renew me like you,

"Can't be as bad as the Dursley's though. She sounds like a breeze compared to them."

Chloe smiled. "Bad summer?"

"Yeah. Maybe the worst yet. Ron was staying with his grandmother the whole holidays because his mother – well, yeah... and Hermione went to Italy."

The conversation continued like this the whole way. Just the two of them. Chloe had never felt anything like she was feeling now before.

Out of the blue,

Can this be true?

They talked about anything and everything. Chloe soon found out all about Ron and Hermione. Hermione was Head Girl and Ron was a Prefect so they were sitting up the front of the train with the other prefects and the Head Boy.

"My friends at my old school," said Chloe, "Well, they were everything. They were what kept me going. I hated the thought of coming here, leaving them and my family. They were the only things that mattered and I didn't care about anything else. I was fighting a losing battle with my parents though. I had never had, well you know..."

Family and friends they were my life,

I wasn't one for butterflies,

You give me love that I can't disguise,

They sat for a moment, just looking into each others eyes. In his pupils she could see her reflection, hot red cheeks and perfect hair gone frizzy.

"I never want you to stop looking at me Harry Potter," she said, "With those emerald green eyes. They're enchanting."

"Really? I don't think you'll have to worry much. You can count on me that I will not take my eyes off you for hours yet."

There will be times that we're apart,

I want you to know you're into my heart,

Growing into a beautiful garden,

Suddenly a horrible memory stirred in her mind.

It was cold and all she could see was black. Though she could feel her tearstained face and the pain all through her body. It was like a million sharp knives had pierced into her skin but she didn't scream or yell. She was too tired.

She heard voices shouting, "No! Chloe stop it! You can't..."

But they faded away as she realized it was her own hands that were causing her the pain.

"Crucio," she whispered, feeling her wand jab at her skin...

No emotions,

My whole body felt like ice,

Needed to feel that the sun would shine my way,

"Crucio, Crucio, Crucio," she heard herself whisper, though her lips hardly moved.

Someone was shaking her and she heard terrified wails. But she kept at it. She didn't know why but she just wanted to do as much harm as she could to this person, this girl she seemed to hardly know.

"Chloe," the voice echoed, "Whoever you believe in. Whoever you need. They will always believe in you. They will always love you. Just please, don't do this to yourself."

My world had turned to dust,

But I...I had my faith and trust,

Just thought I'd be working,

Not not alone,

Someone was saying something but she couldn't understand. Someone was shaking her, but it wasn't the frail, brittle hands that had been shaking her before. These were strong and young and so was the voice.

She opened her eyes and a face swam into view. A face with messy black hair, glasses and emerald green eyes. Those eyes, she had seen them before... somewhere...

Then it all came back. Harry Potter, it was Harry Potter.

Family and friends they were my life,

I wasn't one for butterflies,

You give me love that I can't disguise,

She sat up quickly, shaking, shivering and crying. Harry pulled her into is arms and didn't let go. She sobbed into his shoulder.

"So close," she said to him, "I came so close..."

He didn't question her but just held her tight and waited for her sobs to die away and for her to calm.

There will be times when we're apart,

I want you to know you're into my heart,

Growing into a beautiful garden,

"Is she alright Harry?" It was Neville.

"Yeah," he replied, "I think so."

"I-I'm fine," Chloe said, standing up and looking around at everyone's worried faces, "Really, I just... I guess I passed out."

She sat back down and looked out the window. It had started to rain. Huge, heavy droplets splattered across the window. Harry put his arm around her shoulders.

Out of the blue,

There I met you,

She smiled.

"Look," he said to everyone, "We're getting close. We should get changed into our robes. Ladies first."

He motioned to Neville and they went outside to let the girls change.

Ginny grinned at Chloe.

"Harry really seems to like you Chloe," she said with a malicious smile.

"Really?" Chloe tried to sound relaxed and bored but inside her heart leapt. So it wasn't just me, she thought.

I can't believe that this happened so soon,

There's just no way that I can fight these emotions,

As she pulled her robes out of her trunk, she thought about Harry and his amazing eyes.

And as she slipped them on over her dress, she thought about Harry and his wonderful laugh.

As she pulled off her white heels and replaced them with black school shoes, she thought about Harry and his comforting arms.

Your energy running through me

She and the other girls stepped outside into the corridor while the boys changed. She knew that if Harry hadn't come along, she would be lost in this world of English accents and black robes.

I can't see without you....

Without you.....

There I met you..... you.....

I can't see without you...

The train slowed and a voice announced, "You have arrived at Hogsmeade Station. Thankyou for boarding the Hogwart's Express. Please leave your luggage in your compartments, it will be taken to your dormitories separately."

Harry held Chloe's hand as they left the train and stepped into the torrential rain. He didn't let go until he had steered her away from the crowd and into a corner.

"You'll have to be sorted now. I don't ever want you to leave my sight but you might have to if you're in a different house. I just wanted to say goodbye."

There will be times that we're apart,

I want you to know you're into my heart,

Growing into a beautiful garden,

He leant forward; his face was growing rather too close to hers. Then before she knew anything else he had kissed her on the lips and disappeared into the crowd. She stared after him but lost him in the sea of black.

Out of the blue...