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CHAPTER ONE
She woke up the next morning, almost forgetting where she was. She stared around the room, blankly, attempting to wake herself up. She got herself out of bed and headed over to her trunk, reaching inside to get some items and heading off to the girls shower. She instanty felt refreshed afterwards. She left with her classmates and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was looking around at the other students when she came across, him.
'I wonder why when I look at that boy, I feel a slight pain in my scar...'
She paid no bother to it, and sat down with her classmates, talking to one in particular about what their schedule should look like.
Harry stared at the group of students from Beauxbatons walk in and take their seats. He couldn't help but notice that one of the girls looked directly at him, and his scar felt a slight twinge. He just shook it off, having being used to feeling it twinge more often now-a-days since he-who-must-not-be-named had returned to his orignal self. But why has he felt in when she looked at him? Was she a deatheater undercover? No, she couldn't be, she's still in school. But wait, she could be. Beauxbatons and Durmstrung did learn about the Dark Arts, at least from what he's been told by Hermoine. Ahh, no matter. Why was he bothering himmself to think about her being involved in the dark arts? She was much too pretty to be involved...
She couldn't help but notice that it felt like someone was looking at her. She lifted her head up and looked around, her eyes finally landing on Harry. She knew it was him. She smiled at him, then returned to her conversation with her friend. Professor Snape headed to their table to hand them their class schedule. She looked down. They would be sharing classes with Slytherian and Gryffindor.
'Great. That blonde prat whos been staring daggers into me since I walked in will be able to see me more often.'
She turned her head to look at Draco Malfoy, who could be heard boasting how he was going to try to date one of the prettier Beauxbaton girls. She shivered and looked over to Harry Potter, and smiled again at him. He could stare at her all he wanted to. For some reason, it just didn't feel strange to her.
'Merlin,' he thought to himself. 'She caught me looking at her. But she does have a pretty smile. Snap out of it Harry. Remember Cho?' He shook his head to himself. He turned over to look at Ron and Hermione, who was talking all about their new schedules.
"Harry, we share classes with Slytherian, again," Ron said angerily.
"Well, we also share classes with Beauxbaton. That should be interesting," Hermione replied.
Harry just smiled at the two of them. Ron and Hermione had been getting along a lot better. Especially whenever they started to argue, the people would tell them they acted like a married couple. That shut them up rather quickly.
Classes went as per usual. Malfoy and his friends picking on random people from Gryffindor. Neville blew up yet another cauldren. Hermione was shaking her head at Neville, trying hard not to just get right in and help him with the mess. Ron and Harry stared around the room and looked at the Beauxbaton students. They were working on a more complicated potion, and there was one group already finished.
Professor Snape went to Paiges' and her partners cauldren and had himself one of his famous snarky grins on his face. He was surprised that these two young women had created perfectly the "draught of death" potion. He then awarded them 50 points for doing so, and continued on to check on the others.
Harry looked over at Paige, curious as to such a beautiful woman can create such a deadly potion.
'She must be a lot like Hermione. She probably has been into magic for as long as she was able to.'
As if on cue, she looked over at him, noticing that he was looking at her. She smiled at him, as he smiled in return. He felt like he was in dreamland, until...
"Mr. Potter, can you tell me what ingredient you are supposed to add in next?" Snape leered down at him, causing Harry to blush a little and return to his work.
"A pinch of powdered dragon scale, sir," he replied calmly. He must have answered correctly because then Snape left them and headed to the next cauldren.
You could hear Draco in the background.
"Look at Potter looking at the girls. No wonder he can't keep in mind anywhere. I can't quite blame him though. I believe she's part Veela somehow, she captivates your attention with just a single smile."
Paige shivered slightly and turned back and was checking around the room for anything else that could occupy her time.
Harry just rolled his eyes at Draco's remark, being used to the past six years of it.
"For homework," Snape had started, "I would like 3 feet of parchment on the uses of all the dragon parts. That should be simple enough for all of you."
Everyone was estatic when Snape told everyone to bottle up their potions in a small vial, label them, and place them on his desk to be graded. The room quickly emptied after that. Paige followed her friends back to their tower, they had a small break before they had lunch. She went to her room and set her stuff up for her homework and grabbed her books for her next classes.
She was the only one in the room when it happened. Her scar began to bleed slightly. She transfigured a pencil into a small towel to get the blood, but the pain was intensifying. She fell to the floor and blurred images came crashing into her head. She tried to sceam, but no sound would come out.
Harry was sitting in the common room waiting for Ron to return from the library with Hermione when it happened. His scar always used to hurt but it never used to bleed, but this time it did. The images came through so quickly. He was at it again, punishing some of his loyal followers. Somehow they foiled a plan, but what plan was it? He couldn't catch it by the time it stopped. Hermione and Ron had walked in the room looking at him, wondering why he was kneeling on the floor. The blood had vanished and he had this feeling that someone else knew of what happened with him just now. But thats not possible, is it? He brushed it off and decided that he would tell Dumbledore later about it. He left with his two best friends and headed down to the Great Hall for lunch.
Paige was leaning against her bed when another girl walked in. She looked down at the towel and noticed that there was no blood on it. She stood up and had this feeling that someone else knew what happened. But noone else was in the room, was there? No, they would've tried to help her. She decided to stop thinking about it, though it was kind of hard to. It happened a lot the past couple of years, but the pictures were never very clear. But the voices were loud. A plan was foiled. The plan to get the Beauxbaton girl. The red-headed one. Her.
I hope you all like that cliffhanger. I have a special idea for the next chapter so make me proud and review! the more reviews i get, the faster i'll update.
