A/N: Hello my lovely people. This is a sequel/prequel to The Ground Stains Red. See you at the bottom!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect or Harry Potter


Forth Year

"Honey, you have to write more often, okay? I want to hear about your week, not about the terms." Mrs. Beale grumbled while fixing Chloe's jacket collar. "How am I supposed to know if you're okay?"

"Mum." A whine climbs past Chloe's lips.

"No. I want a letter every week. No less than that." Mrs. Beale is firm and Mr. Beale laughs.

"Same for you young lady." Mr. Posen remarks to Aubrey and she gives him a firm nod back.

Mrs. Posen gives her daughter a quick hug and kiss on the forehead. "Have fun this year darling."

Mr. and Mrs. Beale crush Chloe between them in their famous Beale group hug and she lets out a breathy laugh.

The two families are startled when Jesse runs by hollering and pulling a reluctant, red-faced and protesting Beca with him.

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"No."

"Becaw, please?"

"No."

Puppy dog eyes and pout adorn Jesse's face.

Beca meets him head on with a blank face.

"Just go to the ball."

"I want to go home for the holidays Jesse." She sounds tired and Jesse stares at her.

"Can you just think about it?"

"Decided when I saw the dress robes in the school list."

Jesse sighs and gives her a hug, kissing the top of her head and muttering, "I just want you to be happy and have fun."

"I have fun at home, with my crazy uncle and playing Quidditch."

"Alright then kiddo."


"This year we'll be hosting the Yule Ball. Pair up so I can show you the dance."

McGonagall watched as everyone paired up, boys making faces and girls giggling. She smiled when she saw Chloe and Aubrey pair up and start a dance of their own, laughing along with the rest of their friends.

Her smile slowly faded when she saw Beca standing off to the side, shifting awkwardly and eyes darting to the group of friends.

"Go talk to them." Beca flinched and looked at her with wide eyes. "Talk to them. They won't bite."

"I'm not going to be here for the ball. There's no need to learn the dance." She left, never noticing the way dark green and sparkling blue eyes followed her out of the door.

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"Mind telling me why you won't be attending the ball?"

Beca stopped humming and looked up to the Head of House. "I don't dance." Simple and to the point and not the reason whatsoever.

He raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. "That's no excuse."

Beca squints at him.

"Love knows nothing about boundaries or logic. Like two certain people..." Snape keeps his face blank. "They're dating, yes?"

Beca gives him a minute nod.

"And you like them? Both of them?"

Another nod.

"Then stop being a dolt and do something about it."

Beca makes a weird choking sound. "I established they were together."

"You are blind and oblivious." Snape leaves then, cloak billowing behind him.


(A/N: Gonna use Bing translate so if anything is wrong, you can blame that on bing.)

"Bonjour, mon nom est Isabelle. Est-ce que je peux avoir votre nom ?" Beca looked up at the Beauxbatons girl slightly hovering over her table at the library. The girl motioned to sit and Beca gave her a slow nod.

The girl is beautiful, Beca decides; platinum blond hair that is carefully braided to look neat yet messy and forest green eyes and lightly tanned complexion. Stunning really.

"J'ai vu vous assis ici et vous avait l'air triste, je pensais que je pourrais venir et gardez que vous d'entreprise." The girl gives her a soft yet bright smile.

Beca blinks and then stutters, "I-I'm sorry, I d-don't know what you're saying..."

The girl throws back her head and laughs. Beca subconsciously pouts and the girl coos. "I'm very sorry. I forget that not everyone speaks French." The girl's accent is rich but her English is perfect and Beca finds it adorable.

"I asked for your name." The girl says lightly.

"Beca. Beca Mitchell."

"Well Beca Mitchell, would you like some company?"

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"Are you going to the ball?" Isabelle is oblivious to the twin glares burrowing into her back.

Beca shakes her head. "I always go home for the holidays. I like to spend time with my uncle."

Isabelle nods, eyes showing disappointment. "I can understand that." She touches Beca's shoulder and gives her a lingering kiss on the cheek. "If I don't see you before you go." She parts with a shy smile and wave, leaving Beca standing stock still in shock.


Beca is tugging her trunk out of the Entrance Hall when two bodies step in front of her, arms crossed and feet spread wide apart.

"Why didn't you tell us you weren't going to the ball?" Aubrey's tone is accusing.

"I always go home for the holidays?" Beca tries to state, but the murderous glares are making her unsure and it comes out like a question.

"Who was that girl?" Chloe's voice is dark and Beca looks at her in shock.

"Isabelle?"

And it's like the girl knows when her name is called because she seemingly materializes next to Beca.

"Oui?" A lightly tanned hand places itself on Beca bicep.

Green and blue eyes narrow at the hand and Aubrey grabs Chloe's arm before storming off. Beca looks off after them confused and slightly hurt.

Isabelle squeezes her arm gently and Beca turns to her, giving her a confused smile. Isabelle smiles in understanding and sadness.

"Tu es une fille très oublieux." Isabelle ignores Beca's confused face and gently steers her to the carriages.


"So you're just going to ignore me? Just like that?"

No response

"You two are unbelievable! Why can't you just tell me what I did wrong?!"

Chloe falters and Aubrey shakes her head. Chloe's face is back to stony.

"You know what? Why even bother?" Beca sweeps away then, eyes tearing up and spilling over.

"Comment osez-vous?"

Aubrey and Chloe turn at the whisper.

"Is this a game to you?" Isabelle's voice is low and dark and Aubrey suddenly remembers that the girl is a sixth year at Beauxbatons. "She is absolutely devastated that the people she considers her closest friends are ignoring her. You better fix it because that girl doesn't deserve what you're doing to her."

Isabelle twirls around and walks away only to pivot on her heels and walk back to them. "This is also no way to treat someone that you both like very much. Fix it before you lose her."

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"Is it true? Is Voldemort back?"

Jesse slowly puts his coffee mug down and sighs. "Dumbledore contacted me." Beca's eyes widen. "He's recruited the old members of the Order."

"And you don't know if you should." A statement.

"... No. I lost my sister and brother- in- law to the war, to the Order. I can't risk something happening and not being there for you."

Beca hugs him then. "All the more reason to fight."

"Alright then Becaw."


A/N: Translation time!

1. Bonjour, mon nom est Isabelle. Est-ce que je peux avoir votre nom?

Hello, my name is Isabelle. Can I have your name?

2. J'ai vu vous assis ici et vous avait l'air triste, je pensais que je pourrais venir et gardez que vous d'entreprise.

I saw you sitting here and you looked sad, I thought I could come and keep you company.

3. Tu es une fille très oublieux

You are a very oblivious girl

4. Comment osez-vous?

How dare you?

So, if anything is wrong, blame bing. As for what house I'm in, it's Gryffindor.

Random question; what song would you sing in karaoke?