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Chapter 3
Pierrot heard something about the Forbidden Forest and a third floor, but she couldn't be more concerned about that. Breaking rules was her second nature. She was more interested in satisfying her curiosity about her fellow students. What secrets do you hide? She wondered.
"Pierrot?" Pierrot snapped her head to the side as soon as her name left the mouth of her friend.
"Yes, Her-my-oh-nee?" Hermione squirmed under Pierrot's steely gaze. Remembering Pierrot's habit of making the other person uncomfortable when they squirmed, Hermione tried to stabilize herself.
Pierrot smirked.
Hermione became nervous. She looked down.
"I don't have snakes for hair, you know. I don't turn people to stone by looking at them."
Hermione turned red. Harry and Neville snickered at her, although they were surprised; Pierrot had a knack for making people uncomfortable without even trying.
"Are you calling me because the food has appeared?" Pierrot said, taking control of the situation
Hermione nodded her head and Pierrot gave her a smirk, thanking her friend. Pierrot looked over the food with a hollow look. Food was quite a precious thing in her life, she was barely able to acquire real proper food back at her home.
Hermione and Neville looked at Pierrot with a frown. Harry however, knew what it was like to go without food for years. He nodded his head at her and went back to his meal. Little did he know that Pierrot had it far worse than him.
Slowly, Pierrot let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. She carefully scooped up one spoonful of mashed potatoes on her plate, with a pitiful amount of gravy. The trio and the red-heads looked at Pierrot worriedly. If they were worried about how little Harry put on his plate, Pierrot only made it worse.
Harry looked at his plate and back to Pierrot's with a frown. "Why don't you take a bit more?" he asked her, offering her the bowl of mashed potatoes.
Pierrot shook her head, "Sorry four-eyes, I can't eat too much, my wound and stitches are still healing."
All the students around Pierrot gasped at her words..
"What do you mean by your 'stitches and wound' are still healing?" Hermione asked, horrified.
Pierrot shrugged. "My stitches and wound are still healing. What can you infer from that?"
The red-headed twins looked at each other and started to question her. "What kind of wound would make you eat less?" They asked her.
"Stab wound."
Pierrot rested her head on her hand, waiting for everyone to finish dinner. Just as Ron reached out to get another chicken leg, a head popped up through the plate. Pierrot needed no introduction to the semi-corporeal person she saw. Nearly-headless Nick.
Pierrot didn't bother to participate in any of the conversations going around her, but when she heard the girly screaming she lifted her head, looking for the source. She looked over to see the youngest Weasley boy. When the trio saw Pierrot looking at Ron, they waited to see what would come out of their new friend's mouth. Even the Weasleys wanted to know.
"I didn't know that you screamed like a little sissy when someone shows you what they can do." Ron's face turned as red as his hair when he saw his twin brothers laughing at him. Pierrot just turned away and looked at Sir Nick. "Hello Sir Nicholas, it is quite nice to meet you. I really hope that we can all learn something useful here."
Sir Nicholas eyes widened upon seeing Pierrot and muttered to himself, the only thing that Pierrot could make out was 'Merlin's beard.'
"Of course, young one, you will learn something useful here and welcome to the Hogwarts, my dear. Not to be rude, but may I ask your name, my dear?" Slowly, Sir Nicholas leaned closer to Pierrot, making Ron squirm. Pierrot remained unaffected.
"No, I don't mind Sir, I am Pierrot."
"Only Pierrot? No last name?" Sir Nicholas looked at Pierrot questioningly. Her smirk made him feel something he hadn't feel in quite some time, he just wasn't sure what it was.
"Nope, no last name, unfortunately. Just Pierrot, Sir." Pierrot felt some satisfaction seeing the owlish look that Sir Nicholas directed at her. Oh, how she was enjoying seeing their expressions. It didn't matter if she was dead or alive, she took great joy in it.
Pierrot looked around as she, and the rest of the first years, followed the Weasley prefect to the Gryffindor common room. She could clearly hear the murmurs and the whisperings that were following her, they were coming from the paintings on the walls. Some were because of the bruises, cuts and stitches that littered her body. And some of them were whispering that she was back.
She wondered what they meant by 'she is back'. She might not have been able to read all the book or see all the movies, but she knew that she wasn't in the Harry Potter books of her previous life.
Pierrot walked behind her new friend and let them enjoy the castle as the wanted to. While she looked around the castle as if she had seen it her whole life.
She still remembered, in her previous life, when she got the book to read, it had been turned into nothing but ashes. She had lived a life of work, school, fighting and abuse. She was never was able to rest. Although, she had been able to graduate much earlier than any other student, which had made all her teachers proud.
Some of the teachers had been friends with her so-called parents. They kept trying to have their way with her. But she had become so good at hiding that they never found her. She knew what they wanted whenever she was called to their offices, she wasn't a fool.
She was glad that at least some of the teachers were willing to help her, and some even understood the situation.
As soon as she graduated, she started working non-stop to get some money. She had even started to participate in the underground fights. Although the fighting brought in more money than anything else, it was still a huge risk to do. There was a higher risk of her dying, and most of her time was spent training so that she wouldn't.
With the extra money, she was able to put proper food on the table, of course, the rest of the money ended up going to her parents. No matter what she did, or how hard she tried, her parents always found a reason to hit her. But she was thankful for the money the underground fights brought in, it meant that she was able to save without them noticing.
When she had heard that the book had been made into a movie, she was so excited to go and see it. The day that she went and saw the movie, she arrived home late and, it nearly killed her. She hadn't been home to cook dinner for her parents and she had been beaten for it.
She had walked herself up to her room to stitch up her own wounds, glad that she had some alcohol to clean her wounds with. She had never feared her parents and never hid from them. She may have hidden when she was a small child, but as she grew up, she had to get stronger.
She was no damsel in distress that needed to be saved, in fact, she is the one who always does the saving of those who have fallen into the same life as hers.
Pierrot woke up from her previous life's memories when they stopped in front of the Gryffindor portrait, the Fat Lady. Everyone but her had piled into the common room, and the portrait started to close, about to leave her in the corridor. Pierrot grabbed the door frame and held it open. "Am I not allowed to enter? I didn't know that you could cast someone from Gryffindor out."
The fat lady looked over to see the voice but then gasped on seeing who it was. "Pierrot?" Pierrot quirked an eyebrow at seeing the look on the Fat Ladies face, her eyes were brimming with tears and she was holding a hand to her mouth, trying to stop the trembling of her mouth.
"That's my name, don't wear it out. Now, am I allowed to enter, or not?"
"Oh yes, please do." the frame opened widely, which was enough to show Pierrot that she was able to enter. She walked through, thinking that she really needed to know why all the portraits kept gasping upon seeing her or hearing her name.
Her mind started to whirl; was it because of the sorting, that the entire castle knew her name? That seemed impossible when there were no portraits in the Great Hall. Pierrot knew that she would have to check.
Pierrot leaned against the wall, watching the prefect, Weasley, explain the rules and where the girl and boy's dorm rooms were. And about the alarm that was on the girl's stairs, that would wake everyone if a boy tried entering the girl's dorms.
Pierrot looked closely at the boys, and saw Seamus try to make a comment about how the girls could just come to their dorms. Slowly, she moved behind him and replied to the comment. "No girl would want to enter the boys' dorms, because girls have no interest in seeing the guy-nado hit the dorms and ruin everything."
Pierrot's comment made the girls snicker, but all the boys were redder that Ron's freckles.
"True, we are not that eager to see what dorm looks like." One of the Gryffindor first year girls replied. Pierrot smirked.
Pierrot was the first girls in her dorm to wake up, the next morning. She looked at her watch and realized that no-one would be awake for some time. She looked around for a bit and still couldn't quite believe where she was. She couldn't believe that she was in a story, one that she had been trying to read for years.
As she got out of her bed, she gingerly closed the door to her shared dorm and walked to the common room. She was not exactly glad to know that she was sharing a dorm room with Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.
With just a single look at them, she could tell that the two girls loved to gossip. She could tell, these girls would be talking about every single 'hot' thing that happened within the school; and she had no wish to be involved in or hear any of it.
Hermione had been looking at Pierrot when she saw that bored face her friend always wore whenever she introduced herself, and when others talked to her. She was thankful when the two gossip-girls stopped talking when they saw the look on Pierrots face.
Pierrot walked down to the common room, glad that there was no one in there. She walked in and sat down on the sofa facing the fireplace and slowly leaned back. Taking a deep breath, she started to sing, a song she knew that would calm her and lift her spirits.
An Eluveitie band, she chose a rebirth song, even though this is a new and different story, she had still been reborn into it.
Oh bright sun of the night I lift my eyes up to thee
Oh ye amber golden light let the dark sweep over me
Mighty cauldron, oh nidus
I surrender all to thee
Panacean nothingness when nothing is left
These dreadful shades
Dancing in my dwindling sight
And crying out these hollow words
A straying soul in my scorching flesh
Dying down amid this fucking blaze
My swooning world
Infested by strident cries
In a worship of the void
All vanishing in a dull and distant noise
Oh bright sun of the night I lift my eyes up to thee
Oh ye amber golden light let the dark sweep over me
Mighty cauldron, oh nidus
I surrender all to thee
Panacean nothingness when nothing is left
This was my rebirth
As one with pain and with distress
Sweet surrender in serenity
Will I remember this womb at all?
Will I ever know?
Oh bright sun of the night I lift my eyes up to thee
Oh ye amber golden light let the dark sweep over me
Mighty cauldron, oh nidus
I surrender all to thee
Panacean nothingness when nothing is left
I am not here
I do not last
I am the grain in the earth
I am the wave in the deep
I am the softly whispered word
In the murmuring autumn breeze
In front of Antumnos' gate
I beheld the mirror in the lake
Recognize I did not
Nor did I comprehend
Oh bright sun of the night I lift my eyes up to thee
Oh ye amber golden light let the dark sweep over me
Mighty cauldron, oh nidus
I surrender all to thee
Panacean nothingness when nothing is left
This was my rebirth
The song might be a bit rough, but she needed to let out everything that was inside of her, she was also glad that's he didn't sing as loud as she wished she could.
She was glad that the library was not locked, she was also glad that she didn't get caught by Mr Filch and his cat. She brought a few books back to the common room, devouring everything that she could lay her hands on.
She didn't stop reading until she could feel the sun almost rise. She returned quickly to the library and put all the books back where they went. She didn't want to be hexed by Madam Prince. Hell, no, thank you very much.
Once the books were in place, she ran back and had a bath. She didn't want to be late for Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. She looked at her appearance in the mirror and debated whether to tie her hair up or to leave it down.
She tied her hair into a high ponytail, looking at her reflection again, seeing the bruise had been reduced to an almost greenish and slightly blue. Slowly, she added some bruise paste to her face and jaw. The stitch in her neck still wasn't ready to be pulled out. They were still too new.
Without wasting her time, she walked to the great hall only to be greeted by a house elf. "Ms...Ms Pie…Pie...rrot. Is...Is th...that tr...truly y...ou?"
Pierrot frowned upon hearing what the house elf said. "Yes, it is me. But, do I know you?"
Seeing the house elf's wide eyes, he started to scramble and bow his head as if he had done something wrong. "Dilly, sorry. Dilly should not speak to Ms Pierrot like that. Dilly should protect Ms Pierrot. Now Ms Pierrot hates Dilly. Dilly is a bad house elf, bad bad house elf."
"Wow, woah. Chill there, Dilly. What's wrong? What do you mean to protect me? Why I should hate you? This is my first time seeing you Dilly. Did someone by the name Pierrot like me, study here before?"
Hearing those words from Pierrot was enough to make the little elf stop sobbing and look up at her with wide eyes again, "Ms...Ms Pie...Pier...rot never se...see Di...Dilly be...before?"
Slowly, Pierrot lowered herself to the same height of the tiny house elf, took out her bandana and wiped the eyes of the house elf. She saw the elves eyes go wide and, as if she knew exactly what the elf was thinking, She held the bandana over the elves head to stop him from punishing himself. "Don't you dare punish yourself for the things that I do." Pierrot said, scathingly. Making the house elves eyes go wide.
"But, Dilly do something wrong. Dilly dirty Ms Pierrot hanky."
"No, you did not make it dirty. Nothing about you is dirty Dilly. No more punishing yourself, okay?"
Pierrot didn't hear the answer that she wished for since the house elf kept looking at her with wide eyes. She knew that it would take time, but be damned if she was going to let the house elf hurt its self. "I didn't hear your answer, Dilly."
The tiny elf jumped before nodding quickly, Pierrot guessed that was the only answer she was going to get today. But she still needed some answers regarding herself, or who the portrait thought she was. There had clearly been another Pierrot here at some point, but she wondered why they all, including the house elf, though it was her. She will find the answer eventually, but right now, she needed breakfast, she was so damn hungry. She was hoping that there was more than Porridge and Oats for breakfast. Ever since being stabbed, all her stomach could handle was smooth food items. And god was she fucking over it.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy. The song is from Eluveitie band - Rebirth