Author's Note: Sorry about the wait. Don't know if this will make sense. I wrote it in bits and it's pretty mushy and fluffy. Didn't proof read it. Eeek. Know I'm supposed to, but don't kill me, please?

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, Angel Eyes by Paulini.

Heartache

By Whirr

Chapter Two: Angel Eyes

Chloe followed the crowd of students until she heard a call of, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" It was obviously a teacher so she followed the voice until she found a huge man, wearing a big brown overcoat. He had a mop of crazy brown hair and beard but his eyes were kind and you could tell he was smiling because they were all crinkled at the edges.

"Hello," he said, "Yer not a firs' year?"

"No, but I'm a new student. Can you please tell me where to go?"

"Ah, you'd be Chloe D-D-Denayvue?"

"Chloe Deneuve. Yes, I am."

"Come with me. I'm Hagrid."

She followed the giant down a set of stone steps with a group of first-years. They got into little boats and sailed across a lake. A huge castle came into view and there were lots of 'ooh's' and 'aaah's' from the others. They got out of the boats and walked up a small hill to the front doors of the magnificent castle. Hagrid knocked on the doors and they were opened by a very strict looking witch who led them inside. She told them her name was Professor McGonagall and then took them through the Entrance Hall into another hall, this one filled with students sitting at four long tables.

She spotted a mop of bright red hair. It was that boy... The one who had helped her, and sitting next to him was Harry. He was laughing and joking with the red-head while a girl with bushy brown hair looked on disapprovingly. She noticed Ginny sitting opposite them, and, although another girl was trying to talk to her, she was looking at Harry.

Hey you're looking good tonight
And every girl has got you in her sight

The red-head, Ginny's brother, said something to Harry and he turned around to see her. He looked at her and a faint smile creeped onto his face. She smiled at him and waved and he returned the gesture. Then he pointed to the front of the hall. Professor McGonagall and the first years had already reached the top table and the whole school was looking at her and wondering why she was standing at the back of the hall.

She blushed and hurried to the front, keeping her head down so as not to notice the pointing and whispering she was attracting. She reached the front and turned around. There were so many of them, all wearing the same black robes and pointed hats. Above the tables floated hundreds of candles, just sitting there in mid-air, flickering and casting dancing beams of light on the faces. Golden plates and goblets glittered on the tabletops but they were all empty.

She turned her thoughts back to Harry. Why did he like her so much? She wasn't even being herself. Now she wished she could go back in time to that morning. Start all over again as Chloe Deneuve, the real Chloe Deneuve, not this phony she was playing.


What, you doing with someone like me?
Surely one of life's little mysteries

She glanced upward and jumped. The ceiling was covered with the exact picture of what would have been happening outside. It was like there was a glass roof, and the rain splattered down onto it. She saw a bolt of lightning strike from the clouds. No noise was made though. The hall was almost deathly silent.

Then a rip opened in the brim of the hat and it burst into song:

'Another year has come my friends

And I am here once more

To tell you the house to which you belong

And help you in the door.

Could you be in Ravenclaw?

If you're the cleverest.

Or will you be in Slytherin?

And be challenged above the rest.

But maybe you're a Gryffindor?

Like Godric, noble and brave?

If not it could be Hufflepuff,

The one's Helga chose to save.

So step right up young student

Put me upon your head,

And I will tell you where you belong

Then tiptoe of to bed.'

Chloe looked to the ceiling and hoped beyond hope that she was in Harry's house.

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?

The first years were gradually called up and one by one the hat was placed on their heads. Each time the hat would shout out a house and the student would stumble over to their respective tables, a look of sheer relief on their faces.


What did I do? What did I say?
To turn your angel eyes my way

And then Professor McGonagall was calling out her name and she walked forward. She was shaking as she picked up the hat and placed it on her own head.

Hello there.

She jumped.

You're an interesting one aren't you?

"I don't know," she mumbled, "I'm pretty plain and boring."

Hmmm, you have got a few brains in there. I wouldn't say no to Ravenclaw

The hat's mumbling went on for ages. Chloe heard someone cough and yawn.

"Excuse me," she whispered, "Do you think you could hurry up? I've been here for ages."

Yes, of course. I think I've come to a conclusion. Better be, "SLYTHERIN!"

Chloe took the hat off and looked at Harry. He was staring at her, shocked and surprised. She smiled to him but he just continued to stare.

Well I'm a girl who never learned to dance
Never even got one second glance

Finally the silence broke. A table on the other side of the room began to clap and cheer. That was when she realized Harry wasn't in Slytherin. She glanced at the table who were clapping. They didn't look like an awfully friendly lot, but she had no choice. Slowly, she began to walk over to them.

The whole feast she didn't hear anything. She tried to engage in conversation with the people next to her, but they weren't interested. Instead she quietly ate her dinner, stealing a few glances at Harry here and there. Whenever she looked up to him he was looking at her, with the same bewildered expression he had worn when the hat first announced her house.


Across the crowded room was close enough
I could look but I could never touch

The puddings appeared on the golden plates and she helped herself to a bowl of mango ice cream and strawberries.

The girl next to her spilt all her pumpkin juice over Chloe and she nearly burst into tears. This was all too much. She had been taken away from her family, then she had met a boy, the love of her life and he too had been taken away. Now she was in Slytherin, which seemed to be the worst house of all of them and she had pumpkin juice all over her brand new robes.

But the thing that kept her going and held the tears in was Harry's gaze over her the whole night. She had decided that it wasn't just coincidence that whenever she looked at him he was watching her. No, he was always watching her. Even when someone else was talking to him he couldn't take his eyes of Chloe.

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?

The noise died down and everyone looked at the staff table, where the headmaster stood, his eyes twinkling and a smile on his smile on his face. He put his hands out in front of him and the noise faded. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the oak doors creaked open behind them. All the students turned around to face a tall woman, with long straight black hair and an expression that could have chilled the earth's core. Her long blood red cloak shimmered in the candlelight and her white pasty face faced straight at Dumbledore. Nearly every person in the hall shivered and she began to walk between the two middle tables. With each step a small clink echoed through the hall, as though the bottoms of her shoes were made with metal. She took long, graceful strides and her eyes didn't stray from Dumbledore, who remained standing.

She reached the top table, turned to face the assembly of students and a huge smile cracked onto her face. She whipped off her cloak to reveal sunny yellow robes and a pink shawl, then shook her head and a wig of black hair fell off her head, leaving bright red curls. Her outfit would have made any fashionable person cringe, but the new expression on her face made them laugh. She did two back flips then held her arms out wide. Dumbledore began to clap and everyone followed.

"May I present Professor Waywiggle," Dumbledore announced to them, "Our new Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher."

Chloe glanced at Harry, he was clapping along with everyone else but he wasn't looking at Dumbledore or Professor Waywiggle. She wasn't even surprised to find him looking at her... again.


What did I do? What did I say?
To turn your angel eyes my way

Dumbledore made a few announcements about forbidden areas, room changes and new teachers. Apparently there was a new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, as the subject had become so popular they needed two people to teach it.

"Now off to bed," he said, "Goodnight!"

There was a great kerfuffle as a hundred and more chairs scraped against the ground. Happy chatter filled the room, as the students filed out of the hall and off to their dormitories. Chloe joined the throng and was pushed to the door. Waiting for her in the Entrance Hall was Harry and as soon as he saw her he made his way over to her. She was scared. Scared that he would hate her for being in Slytherin. Scared that he would question her loyalties. So instead of making her way towards him, she pretended not to notice him and followed a group of Slytherin girls.

Don't anybody wake me
It feels just a dream

"Chloe!"

She couldn't help it, she needed to see him. She turned around and saw him running towards her. She stood there amidst the crowd and as soon as he reached her, she said, "I know you're disappointed in me. I'm disappointed in myself. Just please don't carry on about it. I don't need a lecture."

"I'm not going to give you a lecture," he said, "Just come with me."


Cause it's the best thing that's ever happened to me

He grabbed her hand and led her away from the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ginny, Luna and the bushy-haired girl talking, but she knew they were really watching them.

She felt kind of uncomfortable, but Harry led her further away and towards the front doors of the castle.

All you ladies, you can look all you like
Cause this guy you see is leaving here with me

He opened the doors just slightly and slipped outside, gently pulling her after him.

It was cool outside and the air was fresh after the rain. He hurried down the steps and down the lawn until they were standing right by the huge black lake. It was kind of creepy, but peaceful.

"I'm not disappointed in you Chloe Deneuve. It doesn't make a difference to me whether you're in Gryffindor or Slytherin. You're still the same person I met this morning and I don't want to be separated from you."

He looked so sincere behind those thick, black-rimmed glasses and under that messy mop of black hair. She smiled and said, "Thankyou."

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?

Then for the second time that night he leant forward and kissed her gently on the lips. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, more passionately. He smiled, "You're gorgeous. I want to stay here with you forever."


What did I do? What did I say?
To turn your angel eyes my way

Chloe laughed, "Today was a miracle, like a dream come true. Thanks."

He smiled and gently kissed her lips.

"See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight.

She watched as he turned and hurried away, up the stairs to the castle and through the doors.

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?

She turned towards the lake and picked up a stone. She skipped it across the dark water and watched it disappear under the water.

So tonight I'll ask the stars above
How did I ever win your love?

She felt like the luckiest girl alive.