A/N: This chapter is one of the original story lines I had when I began writing this fic. The original title of B.B. Heart and Mind was going to be Music's Path to the Heart and Mind. But, somewhere along the path I lost the music and then altogether I wondered off the path. Now, I had this chapter written ever before I even wrote the first chapter, so you'll be reading some ancient stuff.
Mandrake Queen- I'm writing, I'm slowing down a bit right now because of school, but I'm writing none the less.
Orelinde Telemnar- I actually was intrigued to read your review. Um… I'm not going to say what the end is going to be like, but I hope you won't be disappointed. Even my editors don't know what the end is going to be.
krillball6- I'm glad you liked the whole Jacqui liking Draco thing. I'm sure you'll enjoy this chapter and the next one even more. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.
batbones- I KNOW Draco's too hot to only kiss someone on their forehead! But… as I was saying, you'll enjoy this chapter and you'll be saying, "YES! About time," on the next chapter.
mynameisbob- The Christmas chappys will start from Ch. 24: One Barrier in Their Way… Their Past. But, it'll be a sort of intro. Therefore, the whole lot will start from Ch. 25. It's soon, I know!
Ok, I hope y'all like this chappy and don't forget to review. You know my rule, if you review, the next chappy will appear.
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It was the last Thursday before the holiday vacation.
"Now, who can tell me what is the most powerful kind of magic when performed correctly?" asked Professor Skarelli. "Anyone?"
Silence.
But then, Hermione's hand shot up with Jacqui's right behind hers. Harry and Ron rolled their eyes.
"Yes, Ms. Granger?"
"The most powerful kind of magic are the nonverbal spells. To make them even more powerful, they are to be performed with out a wand. This way, your opponent doesn't know how to counter it."
"No, I'm sorry, Ms. Granger, that's incorrect. Ms. Mireille? Any thoughts?"
"The most powerful magic can be achieved when the person performing the spell, finds a path to the person's heart and mind," she said, stressing the and, "Therefore, the strongest and most powerful magic is through music or song."
"What?' mouthed Hermione and began to flip through her textbook.
The class was very quiet, waiting to hear the Professor's answer.
"That's correct. 10 points to Gryffindor. Can you give us a demonstration?"
A little reluctant, Jacqueline rose and headed to the front of the class.
"How about something… entertaining or happy? You lot have been way too quiet," said Skarelli.
Jacqueline nodded. She searched her mind for a moment and then waved her wand. With that, music began to play. It was a fast tempo; something a mix between a cha-cha and a samba. After a 30 second intro, Jacqueline began to sing; her voice echoing off the walls, hitting every note.
"All so not so,
As if it is but a trifle,
But those that say,
That who the damned,
Not even a penny in the house.
Everything like usual,
Is simple joy and hardship,
But those that say,
That the soul is lost.
Hop hey La la Lei,
Where're questions?
Where're answers?
Hop hey La la lei,
Don't even say anything.
Hop Hey La la Lei,
To believe or not to believe?
Hop Hey La la Lei,
Let God be with you.
An entire world outside the window,
Someone else's life is not your home,
And your path of distress,
Sinks once more.
Dreams are so far away,
And you will part lightly
But those that say,
How much longer,
You can not wait for anything.
Lying will not save you until morn,
But yet again day is on the northern beach.
Hop hey La la Lei,
Where're questions?
Where're answers?
Hop hey La la lei,
Don't even say anything.
Hop Hey La la Lei,
To believe or not to believe?
Hop Hey La la Lei,
Let God be with you."
Music just keeps playing. A guitar becomes prominent.
"Lying will not save you until morn,
But yet again day is on the northern beach.
Hop hey La la Lei,
Where're questions?
Where're answers?
Hop hey La la lei,
Don't even say anything.
Hop Hey La la Lei,
To believe or not to believe?
Hop Hey La la Lei,
Let God be with you."
The music slows down to the founding beat, but a trumpet interrupts it and becomes the main instrument playing. After the trumpet's solo only the main beat remains.
"Hop hey La la Lei,
Where're questions?
Where're answers?
Hop hey La la lei,
Don't even say anything.
Hop Hey La la Lei,
To believe or not to believe.
Hop Hey La la Lei,
Let God be with you."
Music returns to original tempo.
"Hop Hey La la Lei."
Music fill.
"Hop Hey La la Lei."
Music fill.
"Hop Hey La la Lei."
Music fill.
"Hop Hey La la Lei."
Music fill.
"Hop Hey La la Lei."
The song ends with a final note.
The whole class was in shock of Jacqueline. Her voice had seemed to have petrified them, but strangely, all students had smiles on their faces. Jacqui looked at them and pointed her wand at them, "ritorno." Everyone blinked and began to talk among themselves. The dark mood seemed to lift.
"Thank you Ms. Mireille," said Skarelli as Jacqueline took up her seat once more.
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"Now, your only homework assignment is to come up with a song that should have an effect on every single pupil in this classroom. But, your song is to have a certain structure. One by one, you will come up and pull out a specific genre for your assignment. Now, here we come," said Skarelli towards the end of the class.
Students lined up and each began to take out a slip of paper.
"Look at Malfoy's face," whispered Hermione to Ron, Harry, and Jacqueline. The quartet looked at the Slytherin to see him absent mindedly looking at his paper, pale as ever.
"Mr. Potter?" came the Professor's voice, snapping all of them back to the line.
The four of them then walked out of the classroom in silence, each reading their assignment.
"This is rubbish," said Ron.
Ron's paper said:
Genre: War
Audience: Should affect only those who have experienced a lot. Should bring them to
tears.
Composed by self or someone else: Someone else
Species that composed (if someone else): Doesn't Matter.
Song or music: Song
Length limit: No limit
Language: Any
Duet: No
"For once I agree," said Hermione.
Hermione's paper said:
Genre: Wizards
Audience: Should affect everyone.
Composed by self or someone else: by self
Species that composed (if someone else): Doesn't Matter.
Song or music: Song
Length limit: No limit
Language: Any
Duet: No
"Err, Hermione, I think this one should be yours," said Harry.
Harry's paper:
Genre: School
Audience: Everyone
Composed by self or someone else: Someone else
Species that composed (if someone else): N/A
Song or music: Song
Length limit: Any
Language: Any
Duet: No
"At least you don't have to write it," said Hermione, looking at her requirements. "And we can't exchange them, because the moment we touched these, our names were put onto them."
"Jacqui, what do you have?" asked Ron.
Jacqueline showed them with a smirk of contentment on her face. "I think I'm the only one satisfied with my assignment."
Jacqueline's paper:
Genre: Sad
Audience: Should affect everyone, down to tears or at least watery eyes.
Composed by self or someone else: by self
Species that composed (if someone else): N/A
Song or music: Song
Length limit: No limit
Language: Any
Duet: No
Suddenly a black owl perched itself on Jacqui's shoulder.
"What does he want now?" mumbled Jacqui, taking the letter.
"Jacqueline,
You are to come home for the holidays. No excuses."
The letter dropped out of Jacqui's hands and a hollow look appeared on her face. Ron snatched up the letter, but it burned up as soon as he touched it.
"Jacqueline? Are you alright?" asked Hermione stepping closer to look at her.
Jacqueline kept staring as though she was trying to locate something far off.
"Jacqueline?" said Harry loudly.
Still no answer.
In a few seconds, she fainted. Ron caught her and set her down softly with her leaning back against him.
A/N: I decided to be nice and not cut it off here.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Hermione and began fanning Jacqueline with her assignment sheet. "Don't just sit there! Pick her up and up to Madam Pomfrey," she yelled.
Ron picked up Jacqui and they set off for the Hospital Wing.
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Jacqueline woke up a few minutes later. She raised her head and looked around.
"She awake," said Harry softly and the trio edged closer.
Jacqueline blinked a few times, not completely comprehending her ware abouts.
"Where am I?" she asked slowly and softly.
"The Hospital Wing," said Hermione.
"What happened?" Jacqui asked, sitting up slowly, fully awake now.
"You received a letter and then you fainted," said Harry.
Realization hit Jacqui and the same hollow look appeared on her, but this time it could be evident that she was in thought.
"What was that all about?" asked Ron.
Jacqui looked at him. Ron's eyes grew big as he saw the look in her eyes. Her green emeralds seemed to have darkened, as if hiding behind a shadow. A sense of horror and sadness was filled in them.
"Jacqui?" said Hermione softly.
Jacqueline stood up slowly and she and the trio left the Hospital Wing. Slowly, they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. Half way there, Jacqui stopped walking and then decided to head to the opposite direction.
"Jacqueline, where are you going now?" called Hermione, as the trio followed Jacqui's quick pace.
"La bibliothèque," Jacqueline said.
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The quartet entered the library rather abruptly causing some to look at them. Jacqueline immediately headed to some of the shelves and began to collect books. She then searched for an open table.
"Any open tables?" she asked out of breath.
"No," was her answer.
Jacqueline groaned and decided to oversee everything herself. The trio followed Jacqui, carrying some of the books for her.
"Can we use part of this table?" asked Jacqui of Draco, who was sitting alone in a corner working on some type of essay.
Draco nodded and studied the Golden trio wearily. Jacqueline settled some of her books down and went to look for some more books. The trio was left in the company of Draco Malfoy, who just continued to work on his essay; ignoring them completely. It was uncomfortable companionship and Jacqui didn't return until five minutes later, carrying a pile of books.
"What are you doing?" asked Ron.
Draco didn't look up, but his quill stopped scratching and he listened.
"Research," grunted Jacqui as she sat down some books.
"For…?"
"Ron, too many questions can lead to misfortune." answered Jacqui.
"Why don't you tell us anything!" exploded Ron. "Don't you trust us? We're your friends."
"I do tell you everything," said Jacqui in a calm voice, flipping through a book.
Draco kept on listening with muse, but resumed his work.
"No you don't. Every day, you hide something. You're not yourself when you're not around us."
"And who am I?" asked Jacqui, smirking and stopped her search, waiting for an answer.
"Ron," whispered Harry, trying to calm him.
"Bloody Hell, Jacqui! I don't know who you are, just not yourself. Every time those bloody letters come in the mail, you act all distant and you try kidding something."
Draco smirked and Jacqui then looked at him.
"Obtenez ce sourire affecté outre de votre visage," she said to him, and the smirk vanished.
A/N: Those who are wondering… the translation is "Get that smirk off your face."
Then turning to Ron, "Quiet down; this is a library."
Ron then said, "Fine. You do what you have to, I'll get my work from the Common Room."
Harry, Hermione, and Jacqueline looked at him in shock as Ron left. Harry and Hermione sat down into chairs and watched Jacqueline who kept flipping through books. Jacqui put her finger on of the pages to mark her spot and said to Harry and Hermione, "If you must know, the letter said…"
"Jacqui," whispered Hermione, softly indicating to Draco.
"What?" asked Jacqui.
Hermione made her sign again at the working Slytherin.
"No idea what you mean," said Jacqui and continued. "The letter I received told me to come home for the holidays."
Draco looked up, trying to understand if he heard you correctly.
"What's wrong in that?" asked Harry not understanding.
Jacqui looked at him and thought before answering, "Not, much, it's just that I don't really like being home."
"Who doesn't like to be at home?" asked Hermione.
Jacqueline was about to answer, but…
"What is it to you?" asked Draco, speaking for the first time. "Do you always question each other like this? Even the ministry doesn't inquire like this."
"Who asked you?" asked Harry.
"Both of you, shut up," said Jacqueline, her temper very short.
Both Draco and Harry grew quiet. Hermione was shocked that Malfoy, the great Slytherin let himself be silenced by a Gryffindor. Jacqueline returned to her book. She was on page 961. She quickly scanned and was to turn the page, but something caught her attention.
Tous dominateur- All powerful, or all controlling spell. Banned after death of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
These books are so vague these days. I need to learn more.
Thought Jacqueline.
She put down the book and decided to pull out her copy of Hogwarts a History. Only then did she realize that her book bag was in the Common Room.
"May I borrow your copy of Hogwarts A History?" Jacqui asked of Draco.
He looked up at her and nodded. Unceremoniously, he returned to his work.
"How long have you been working on that anyway?" asked Jacqui, beginning to flip through the book.
"Few hours," he answered, not looking up.
"What class is that?"
"DADA."
Hermione and Harry just watched the two talk; trying to figure out how the Gryffindor and Slytherin could get along. Even after some years, relationships should change. What they didn't know was that…
relationships did change between the two.
Just…
not in the way they would expect.
There's nothing in here.
Thought Jacqui.
I don't have time to read through the whole book. In the last book, it was on page 961, what if it was opposite?
Jacqui flipped to page 169.
"Yes," she said out loud, 'causing Draco, Harry, and Hermione to look at her.
"What'd you do?" came Ron's voice.
"Just found what I was looking for."
Ron sat down by Harry and opened up a textbook.
"You studying?" said Harry.
"Why not?' mumbled Ron.
Tous Dominateur- All powerful, or all controlling spell. Banned after death of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Good, there's more. It was once counted as an Unforgivable, but it was taken out, with the hopes that people would forget about it. The Tous Dominateur is related to the Imperius. It causes the person to follow all directions given. It is harder to break than the imperius. While under the curse, the person is able to think independently, but can not say anything out of the perimeter of what the caster wants. The curse had been categorized as really powerful Dark Magic. It is thought to be the worse kind of curse ever invented; even worse than the Avada Kedavra. The reason being that the pain in the Avada Kedavra lasts only for a few minutes, while the Tous Dominateur remains undetected. Nothing can detect the presence of it. The part that makes it the worst is that the person can not do anything about as far as saying that they are under it. Every time they try to do something against the caster's will, a pain issues through their body. So, compared to the few moments of pain in the Avada Kedavra, the Tous Dominateur makes your life filled with constant torture. There is no way to lift this spell, unless the caster does it.
Why did I just read that? I wonder…? No, better not wonder.
Jacqueline set the book down, and wrote on a piece of parchment,
P. 961, Spells and Charms of the Past.
To find the true answer,
Look at the location,
And flip the numbers upside down,
And you will come to the correct formation.
She placed it inside her cloak pocket. Jacqueline then continued her search.
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The next day passed very quickly for Jacqueline. After Potions, Draco met her outside the classroom.
"So you're gong home for the holidays?" asked Draco.
Jacqueline nodded.
"Well, so am I."
Jacqui looked at him with questioning eyes.
"My father wants something of me."
"Then I'll see you on the train," said Jacqui, tears in her eyes, and rushed off.