chapter 3
Belle climbed the steps of the west wing. Ron came with her, trying to tell her about Hogwarts.
"Hogwarts... Gryffindor..." muttered Belle.
"Alohomora," said Ron. "After you, 'Mione."
The nickname shot through Belle's heart, and swelled. The smell of her friend's hair when they kissed in the chamber of secrets. Ron was pleased Belle recognised the nickname.
"Harry!" cried Ron, as he lay motionless on the ground, Belle fighting off the wolves. "Remember, in the 3rd year," asked Ron. "You bought that monster of a Crookshanks with you."
"Crookshanks... my cat..."
The Beast was in bed, asleep, Belle next to him, Ron near them.
"Hedwig..."muttered the Beast.
"Who's Hedwig?"asked Belle.
the beast clapped his paw to his forehead, where a lightning bolt scar would have been, grunting, obviously still having visions.
"Hedwig is Harry's owl. I think you 2 were supposed to be together."
"WHAT?!" screamed Belle.
"SHHH!" said Lumiere. "He's sleeping."
It was too late.