Disclaimer: See the top of chapter 1 & 2. I don't own Harry Potter or its characters.
Warnings: AU. Mentions of sexual behavior. Teenage humor. Mature themes. Violence in later chapters. Some foul language. Romance. Creature violence.
Bloodlines: Heritage Year
The Daily Prophet Archives
November 1st, 1951
MISSING HOGWARTS GIRL FOUND DEAD
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Ministry of Magic investigators find the body of Felicity Potter
one year after she was first reported missing. Foul vampire play suspected.
Blood drained from body.
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It is well-known throughout the wizarding world that the Forbidden Forest besides Hogwarts grounds is just that. Forbidden. For centuries, creatures of dangerous or ambiguous nature have roamed the woods, keeping a silent yet understood pact to not enter school grounds. Our children at Hogwarts are reminded at the beginning of each term what dangers lie within the trees. However, these warnings have been unheeded by numerous, in this report's opinion foolish, pupils throughout the years. Who can forget the incident in 1945 when young Edward Wartburg's unrecognizable corpse was thrown onto a greenhouse from the tree-tops?
Sixteen year old Felicity Potter's body was actually found floating under ice in the Great Lake still dressed in the green taffeta robes last seen in. It was discovered by, the newly-appointed Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore at 7 o'clock while taking a morning stroll. There were terrible bruises on her head and body, which led investigators to believe torture. In fact, the body appeared almost unrecognizable. To establish identity, investigators found a sun and crescent moon amulet with the initials "F.P." in a pocket of the robes. The murder was believed to have been committed in the Forbidden Forest because of the many leaves and unicorn blood stains. Yet the body was incredibly well preserved, with almost no sign of decomposition.
Vampirism is suspected because of two puncture wounds found on the side of Miss Potter's neck. Almost all of the blood in her body was gone. However, a vampire liaison from the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures states that this was not their work. "Because vampires do drink their victims to full consumption, they consider torture unnecessary and perhaps tasteless. And, there is nothing worse to a vampire than being tasteless." He jokes. "There are no reports of clans in the Forbidden Forest in thirty years. Do you people think officials don't actually check? Victim rates have also dropped dramatically thanks to diplomatic work and helpful creations such as Blood Pops. It's almost a taboo these days for a vampire to attack a human. Look at me! I've lived among them for years!" The liaison was earlier given permission to inspect the marks. He is still claiming they were too long and narrow to come from vampire fangs. They "didn't even hit a blood vessel!"
But, to the surviving Potter family, this is no laughing matter. Miss Felicity leaves behind two grieving parents: Lord Charlus Potter, Earl of Elysian, and his wife Lady Dorea. Clearly using his reputation as one of the world's greatest Aurors, Lord Potter has called for a search of the entire Forbidden Forest. It is said he also plans to head the investigation for his child's murderer. The private funeral for Felicity Potter is held on the coming Sunday. The casket will be closed. Lord and Lady Potter, who have seen the corpse, state they will never forget the frozen scream etched forever on their precious daughter's lips.
If not vampires than what creature could've killed Felicity Potter? Some guess werewolves or stray pogrebin left from WWWI. Representatives from almost every clan in Britain have spoken up, claiming innocence. Is there a creature capable of such brutality that the wizarding world has yet to discover?
A month had passed since the return to Hogwarts and for Madeline it was a glorious one…as always. The blonde sat upon a lawn chair she'd charmed a 7th year to conjure for her. Why should she, a vonArrow, have to sit on the ground like a commoner? It was bad enough that the weather was becoming crisp-too crisp for Madeline's taste. Couldn't somebody do something about that? Her father taught her a nifty spell in the Sacred Language that could change the climate in a small area to her liking. But, pale blue orbs narrowed, the Council had had kneazles when they found out.
Madeline huffed. What was the point of being a Seraphiel if you couldn't even flaunt your powers a little?
"This sweater is ah-maz-ing! Isn't it lovely? I mean it looks heavy, but it's actually so light…Sirius said I looked like an angel in it! Isn't he romantic?"
Cecilia Hobgoblin exhaled dreamily as she thought of her new boyfriend. She was very pretty with light brown hair and matching eyes. However, the girl was sixteen years old going on forty-four with a shot of Miss Martha's Wrinkle Reducer between the eyes to prove it. The reason being unfortunately genetic. Madeline and Cecilia had known each other since diapers, but that didn't mean they were best friends. Madeline had many best friends. It was the backbone of being a popular witch at Hogwarts. Many girls felt close to her, even though she felt close to no other girl. Yet Cecilia, despite their years together, never noticed the gap.
"I mean he's just so gorgeous! With the hair and that face! And his body…oh, how indecent of me! But, he said the sweater looked great. Doesn't Sirius have such cool taste? I can see it already!" She analyzed her left hand as if it held a magnificent diamond ring. "Mrs. Cecilia Black…Mrs. Cecilia Hobgoblin-Black…Mrs-,"
"Yes, the jacket looks great on you." The blonde interrupted in a flat voice.
Her friend's smile dimmed. Cecilia gulped down some butter-beer to camouflage any shown disappointment. As always, Madeline's plain disinterest was a sign that the subject needed to change and fast.
"But, I love the bracelet your parents sent you. Very chic. Those rubies are gorgeous! Hey, here's an idea! Why don't you wear your fur sweater too? We'll match!"
It was Saturday. Usually, October Saturdays were spent in front of the Gryffindor common room's fireplace. Today, though, the weather was a bit hotter than normal, which led to students lounging around or near the Great Lake in casual clothing.
Madeline sniffed. She didn't "match" with anyone.
"Are you referring to the one from Paris? I never bought that dinky thing. Fur is just so…quelle horreur! I mean can you imagine wearing anything that was once alive? It's so selfish-just think about it! The torture! The killings! All so people like…well…all so people can look stylish when they're not even close. Fur went out decades ago unless you're one of those girls that dress like their mother! But you go ahead, dear. It does look great on you and I know some people don't care about the suffering of poor, innocent animals."
Cecilia shifted uncomfortably, wishing she had put on something underneath. The brunette wanted nothing more to just throw the sweater off now! Maddie always did this when they went shopping. Giving stinging barbs at whatever looked better on Cecilia than her. There were so many robes and coats in her closet she'd bought yet had never worn because Maddie disparaged them. But, obviously it was worth the wasted expenses. The famous Madeline vonArrow was just trying to help her out.
"Did you finish that Potions lab yet?" Cecilia asked.
"No. I don't feel like doing it." Maddie yawned in boredom. "I guess I'll just pay some scholarship mudblood to do it for me."
She laughed. "McGonagall did want us to help the less fortunate this month. I was going to donate a few old hats to that charity in Hogsmeade. What about you?"
"I'm certainly not donating any of my clothes. Or hats. Who knows where they'll end up!"
Madeline dramatically reached up to wipe her brow-more to attract attention to her new hat than to get rid of sweat. From what Cecilia understood, the kind was the latest fashion among witches in London. It was elaborately decorated with an extremely broad brim. Of course being that it belonged to Maddie, the hat was even more theatric in style: dark purple in color with a simply larger-than-life double bow around the crown. She had it tilted so it would cast a mysterious pay-attention-but-don't-look-at-me-because-I'm-too-shy shadow over her face. Very chic.
"That purple looks great with your hair," gushed Cecilia, always one to give praise. "I was thinking about charming blonde highlights into my hair. It's so bor-,"
"Don't." Maddie twisted a pale tendril around a finger. "This is Hogwarts, remember? Not a freak show."
"…Perhaps you're right. It's probably too much, you know? I wasn't even that serious about it. Honest!"
Permission Denied. Actually, the brunette had already marked the page and memorized the wand movements of the specific Hair Effect charm. But, Madeline didn't need to know that.
"Are you ready for the-,"
A gust of wind suddenly blew the latest fashion off the blonde's head. Everyone watched as it flew high into the air, spun, twirled, and then nosedived into a far grove of bushes. Miss vonArrow huffed as she stood. Apparently, the latest taboo among her peers was using magic for "inane" purposes. The logic was, "why cast a Summoning Charm when you could get exercise by picking it up yourself?" Disgusting. Wizards not using their powers? For simple things? Some mudblood somewhere had probably thought it all up!
"Wait for me, Maddie!"
They walked together towards the bushes, smiling graciously at professors and friends or sneering at Slytherins and oddballs.
"Treth, go up there and ask her! Treth! No, STOP! Don't do it!"
The blonde scowled nastily. Speaking of oddballs…
But, certain aspects about Lily Evans were different-not that she was any less weird or anything. No. She was just as wild and loud as ever. This year the girl seemed to emit a sort of elegance that none could copy no matter how hard they tried. A mature, breathtaking elegance. Madeline was positive Evans didn't even notice. How could she? Now for instance, here Lily Evans lay rolling on the grass as her freaky little best friend tickled her stomach. Her head was thrown back in laughter revealing perfectly even, straight teeth. Almond-shaped eyes the color of the finest emeralds. She looked absolutely stunning.
That's right. Madeline's stomach clenched. She wore those muggle dental contraptions last year.
She'd grown taller too. The witch definitely couldn't be described as a dainty British young lady. Evans stood about a head taller than the rest of the girls in 6th year in addition to possessing long limbs and wide shoulders. Her figure had also bloomed into a more voluptuous one to the point where lads whistled and didn't hide joy when she bended over to pick up a quill. Madeline didn't know how or why Lily changed from an awkward, geeky little girl to an ethereal, confident almost-woman, but she certainly didn't like it. Silvery blue orbs narrowed. She held the title of being the most gorgeous witch in the history of Hogwarts, thank you, and no freckled mudblood was going to steal it from her!
"Treth…let go! All right," Lily warned playfully as she caught the boy's wrists. "If you keep it up-stop!-if you keep it up, I'll tell your little crush you're a cheating prat! You know I will."
He gazed at her; olive green eyes obviously amused. Reaching into a pocket, he pulled out a box of Sugar Quills.
"Are you bribing me?'
Treth gave a shy grin.
"Well, I must say it is working!" Lily grabbed the offered candy. "You have my silence. Hmm…I bet you spoil your little girlfriends with sweets, huh?"
He shook his head.
"No? You should you know. Sweets, particularly chocolate, score you physical brownie points with us ladies when you get older…not that you do anything, uh, physical when you get older!"
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Lily sighed while leaning against a bush. "Just forget what I said. Um, here, sit down and tell me what you're planning. I was thinking a candy bouquet-,"
"Who died and made you a matchmaker, Evans? I doubt you have the credentials."
Return of the dreaded Barbie… Emerald eyes closed as the redhead made an attempt to calm down. Just hearing that drawled, annoying voice made her want to drown in the Great Lake! Madeline vonArrow had been number two on her hit list since 1st year. Lily despised how the girl loved to think herself Queen of Hogwarts because she'd charmed professors and fellow students while radiating beauty and grace. vonArrow, with her enormous wealth and social privileges, was considered by many to be the exemplar of respectability. But, those people didn't have to share a dormitory with her for seven years. Lucky bastards.
"Well, I suppose you should advise Treth then," Lily's tone reeked of sarcasm. "We all know you have worlds of experience."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know…how about you ask Potter, our Quidditch team, the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, Amos Diggory, Jack Chantvestry, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and-let's see-the entire male student population?"
"Are you questioning my virtue?" replied Madeline hotly. "I assure you Evans-not that it's any of your business-that I have remained chaste!"
"I heard you when you lied the first time. There's no need to lie twice!"
"Did you just call me a liar?!"
Lily and Treth glanced at each other, silently wondering how dumb a person could be. "Duh! Your lips are moving, aren't they?" replied the redhead nastily. vonArrow had apparently forgotten about last year when she'd routinely sneak in the dorm late almost half-naked.
"Filthy mudblood…"
The two witches glowered at each other in a mental battle of wits as Cecilia fidgeted uncomfortably. Duels really weren't her thing. Her only job was to watch over Madeline as her Ocular-something that was growing more difficult each passing day. The blonde had told Cecilia earlier about not visiting the Sphinx's Nest to find her partner. Blasphemy! Every Seraphiel needed a partner! It was their magical-half for Merlin's sake! There was no way they could access full powers without it. But, Cecilia didn't dare voice these thoughts. The Hobgoblins had been with the vonArrows for centuries and the latter were beginning to think they could do just fine alone.
Treth let out a low growl at hearing the disgusting insult. He slowly moved in front of Lily almost bearing his teeth. His entire posture screamed, "BACK OFF!" Cecilia shuddered as she wondered how a little boy could become so animalistic.
An undeterred Madeline impatiently tapped her foot. "Call off your bulldog, Evans."
"Do us all a favor and stop parroting Potter!"
"I can't help it…he is my boyfriend! But, I don't suppose you would understand."
The emerald glare was dangerously glacial, but Madeline kept plowing on.
"I guess I just feel sorry for you. I have a warm and talented boyfriend, which you don't, and I'm in a loving relationship-which you are sorely lacking. Guess no one blames the boys for not trying though. After you plowed over…how many boyfriends was it, Cecilia?"
Frightened light brown eyes were still focused on Treth. With a hard nudge in the ribs, she spoke up in a tight, clearly uncomfortable tone of voice. "Eight. Eight."
"And all of them…surprisingly heartbroken! Especially Willard Adcock, but he was just a weak whimpering mudblood like you. Hey! Is his ex-girlfriend still mad at you for nearly kill-,"
"I DIDN'T WANT TO HURT HIM! HE-,"
Lily stopped herself before she revealed too much about what really happened that night. Willard Adcock. He was the reason why she rejected dates from various boys this year. He was why girls whispered in the corridor and kept their boyfriends clear away from her. Willard Adcock had finished Hogwarts last year, but his footsteps still left a grave smear on Lily's reputation. Merlin, she'd been so stupid! How could she have believed- Lily ran a hand through her red locks, wincing as she broke a tangle.
"Look, vonArrow, that's none of your business!"
Those creepy silvery blue eyes were maliciously glittering. Lily could see the memories playing through Madeline's head. Most prominently the most recent: on the first night back in the Great Hall. Gracie Hampton, Willard's now 7th year ex-girlfriend, had unceremoniously approached the redhead in front of everyone with one word on her lips: "Bitch." Lily exhaled. It'd been proclaimed during classes in whispers ever since.
"What if I make it my business-HEY! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU-OW!"
A sharp pain sprouted in her right leg, causing her to fall down. Young Treth Hallow took advantage of this by adding more kicks while ripping the pretty pink ribbons off her skirt. Once those were gone, he extracted an oak wand and muttered under his breath. Treth then calmly picked up his things and hurried after the fleeing redhead.
"U-Um, Maddie?" squeaked Cecilia.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU-YOU FILTHY BLOOD-TRAITOR!! JUST WANT TILL MY PARENTS HEAR ABOUT THIS!"
"Maddie?"
"I'LL CLOSE ALL YOUR FAMILY'S FACTORIES AND YOU'LL BE LIVING ON THE STREETS BEGGING FOR FOOD!"
"Maddie?"
"And you," growled Madeline. "You're supposed to be my Ocular! You're supposed to PROTECT ME, for Merlin's sake! I'll report you to the Council!"
She winced. Her friend was not going to like this. "Um, Maddie…your hat is on fire…" The brunette pointed toward the burning mass of purple.
Next, there came a screech that rocked the earth. Once relaxing pupils were now running towards the castle as the ground shook beneath their feet. The trees swayed against the breeze as if making an attempt to hide from danger. Cats that roamed outside were temporarily paralyzed and those inside meowed loudly in distress. A student in the Owlery ducked to the ground as hundreds of owls swooped over his head, then out the many windows. Even the toads were panicking! Cecilia, who had been trained to handle this sort of incident, gained a worried expression.
To release a Cry in such a public place like Hogwarts…in front of all these humans…over such a trivial matter…The Wardens, no, the entire British Conclave was going to be furious!
Madeline soon collapsed on the ground exhausted. Just as if to confirm Cecilia's worries, a red envelope floated along with the breeze peacefully before landing at the blonde Seraphiel's feet. Exhaling, her Ocular was the one who opened it.
Madeline vonArrow,
It has been witnessed. On behalf of the British conclave, you have been declared guilty of foul use and unsupervised release of a Cry. Punishment will be decided at the next meeting. You, your Ocular, and your parents are required to attend. Failure to do so will result in a one month banishment of all magical powers. In addition, the Council does not hide disappointment that you neither found your partner nor tried to look for one. Your parents have already been notified of this. I suggest you choose your next course of action wisely.
You will be watched closely from now on.
Signed by
Simon Astor-Chief Warden
The brunette winced. Madeline, when she woke up, was going to be mad as hell.
"Nemaha is okay?"
They were in an empty corridor. Lily leaned against a cold wall and slid down until she sat on the floor. Willard Adcock. Why on earth did vonArrow have to bring him up? That'd been one of the scariest nights of her life. Teary emerald eyes closed as Lily remembered last year. Eight boyfriends. She herself didn't know how she'd gone through so many. The redhead barely remembered their names. In the back of her mind, she could see the outline of their faces and the feel of their hand as she led them to the Astronomy Tower. Sharing innocent kisses, they would laugh, joke, and sing stupid songs off the Wireless. Those were truly magical nights ruined when Lily tiredly would place her head in the crook of their necks as they hugged…
Then, the next thing she knew it was a new morning. Walking from the dormitory into the Great Hall, Lily felt strangely energized and ready to take on the world. Her boyfriend however would appear like a blank slate- tired and listless. He'd sleep during class, walk like a zombie, or constantly run into doors. Willard Adcock was different. Cool and confident, he asked her for a quick meeting on the Astronomy Tower. Once there, Willard tackled Lily and opened her mouth to examine her teeth.
As the redhead struggled, she heard words like "Impossible…" and "I should've known…emerald green!" and "Why is the council keeping this secret?"
Finally, Lily got him off with a sound kick to the groin. She felt this irrepressible anger. This red rage at being attacked by-what was it?-an inferior. Darkness clouded her eyesight. Mere moments later, Willard Adcock laid on the grass groaning and bleeding everywhere. He'd fallen nearly 100 meters from Hogwarts' highest tower. As people crowded around the scene, Lily woke up as if from a dream.
She would've been expelled for the incident if Adcock hadn't spoken up. But, that didn't help the fact he was paralyzed in a wheelchair for life.
"Nemaha's okay?" inquired Treth, placing the witch's hand on his head.
Sometimes Lily felt guilty and sometimes she didn't. The struggle was a product of her dad's reassurance and the accusing whispers in the hall. Her heart clenched. Daddy… She could really use one of his lectures right now. So many strange things were happening.
Lily blinked as a Fizzing Whizbee was shoved in her face. Looking past it, she saw Treth's mournful olive green eyes. "It's alright sweetie," Lily patted his head. "Nemaha is gonna be okay. Look, I've got something to show you. I got it in Paris."
Wiping the wetness from her cheeks, the witch reached inside her knapsack to pull out the Book of Shadows. She didn't understand why Xavier made such a big fuss over it. The tome was bound in green leather and still appeared dusty no matter how many times Lily cleaned the thing. She ran a finger over the sun and crescent moon emblem on the cover. Soothing tingles shot through her hand. Great. Only true geeks felt comfort from a lousy book!
"I found it in this place called the Sphnix's Nest. Have you heard of it? The shopkeeper practically dragged me there! Said he was "Guardian of the Treasures" and this was my "partner". Crazy old codger! Look here. There's not even any writing!"
Lily opened the front cover to view the once empty page. Now, in creepy curvy script, it read:
Beware of the shadows, young Seraphiel, and their minions. They're coming for you next.
"What the-this wasn't here earlier!" cried the witch. "Beware the shadows? What's that supposed to-Treth? Treth? Hey!"
The Book was suddenly snatched out of Lily's hands. With a stone countenance that shouldn't have belonged to a thirteen year old, the Hallow family heir read the warning gradually. A dangerous growl came from him though Lily had a feeling it wasn't toward the old tome.
A loud piercing toll rang throughout the halls. It made both jump.
"Well…I guess its time for Potions class. Joy."
With the awkward silence broken, she stood swiftly to gather her items. Treth placed the Book back inside Lily's bag. He seemed a bit reluctant to do so, but the young witch chose to ignore this. "I'll see you at dinner, okay? Give your little Amelia my regards!"
She left with a big wave goodbye and a small wink. While hurrying toward the dungeons, Lily brushed past a male offer to carry her books and another for a date the next Hogsmeade weekend. As the two disappointed wizards strolled past, Treth made a point to trip both of them simultaneously before heading not to Charms, but the Owlery.
His family would want to hear about this.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Excuse me, Mademoiselle Tsiaris-,"
"Please call me Philippa."
"Philippa." A girl sauntered forward before slipping her arm through the brunette's. "The others and I were just talking about you and we all felt terrible about the way monsieur treated you earlier. Adelaide's mère just sent caramels. Would you like to share them with us?"
Antoinette winced while she flipping through a spellbook. They didn't even bother to invite her, which was a huge slight considering her prestigious family name. That's what it was like being at the Palace of Beauxbatons. It didn't matter how much money or how many fashionable robes or how high your status was in the normal world. Among girls here, you were either in or out. Antoinette had learned early on to not expect kindness from classmates. Competition thrived among the students-whether it is to gain the most conduct marks or brew the best potion. Everything was fueled by intrigues and personal interests. Though giving the best magical education in France, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was an abode of treachery, passion, jealously, and cruel gossip. The last feature Antoinette knew extremely well.
"I'm afraid I am unable to. History of Magic exam is tomorrow."
She looked startled. Apparently, she didn't think her invitation would be rejected. "Surely, you've been studying long before that! I don't understand why you can't come."
"Can you not, Mademoiselle Choiseul?"
"But, we were going to play a game of pique later on. We do need another player."
The blonde could feel many eyes, waiting to see a big, chaotic reaction. Antoinette sniffed daintily. She would not let those chits get the better of her! Not this time. Ignoring the soft muttering, Antoinette focused her striking aquamarine gaze on Philippa.
"I am afraid I'll have to refuse your offer again. My homework really needs to be finished and it won't happen on its own." The brunette snorted in clear irritation. "Do leave us be, will you?"
The eavesdropping girls giggled in shocked delight over at the open display of bad manners. Mademoiselle Choiseul blinked dumbly before gifting Philippa with a malicious glower. "Fine. See if I ever invite you to a tea in my room again! I suppose jealousy is what happens when you let a foreigner," She said the word as if it was foul-smelling "into a credible school like Beauxbatons! Spend your time with Madame Royale if you want!"
The opposing girl turned her glare onto the other blonde who silently returned it. Nature had not been kind to Mademoiselle Choiseul and everyone knew of her wild envy towards the stunning Antoinette. Physically unattractive and awkward in charm, the daughter of the Ministre Head of Law Enforcement despised that her père answered to Antoinette's. Without another word, she stalked off toward her fellow group of gossiping banshees. Ugly or not, Choiseul's pushy personality made her quite popular.
After a moment of silence, Antoinette sighed. "You could've gone if you wanted to, Pippa."
"You're letting them handle you again," The brunette sang teasingly. "You really should flaunt your Madame Royale title about more. Can you imagine their faces?"
Madame Royale. It was the title assigned to the first daughter of a king. Even though the monarchy was abolished years ago, that's what her father was in France. Le Ministre. Honoré Duclaires was the power behind the powerful. To normal wizards, he was known as the prime minister of France. To fellow Seraphiels, he was Regis of the French Conclave and holder of a seat on the Table of Ranks. Madame Royale. She was starting to hate that too. No one called her by name at Beauxbatons-except for close friends.
Forget close. Philippa Tsiaris was Antoinette's only friend.
"I don't let them "handle" me! I simply chose to ignore them."
"That only makes them think they've got the better of you...take the challenge!"
"It's not like I let everyone walk all over me," Antoinette pointed out. "I stand up for myself when there's a need to. I just don't do great with confrontation."
Strange, considering the fact her father thrived on confrontation. He played both the quintessential businessman and French gentleman well.
Pippa hummed in thought. "So…you decide instead to just keep it all in until it explodes. Interesting."
The blonde chose to ignore this assessment. She, along with everyone else, knew that her friend wished to be a psychologist. Pippa was always analyzing people. In the library, she checked out books about human emotions and thought processes between classes. One time the brunette gave successful yet inexpensive sessions during the yearly carnival for students to come and chat about their feelings. Strange. But, Antoinette supposed one had to work when you weren't…she tried to think of polite wording…as financially well off as some.
"Look!" shouted a lad. "Here come the owls!" He was soon rebuked by his prudish girlfriend for yelling.
As per usual, the young witches and wizards of Beauxbatons' first class had retreated into the Chevalier Room after dinner. It was massive in décor and cozy in size. The walls were colored in creamy pinks and white. On the high ceiling, moving paintings of flying witches, grand sorcerers, defeated trolls and basilisks roamed. Six beautifully engraved marble columns were planted along the walls. More mythical characters had been carved into each one many centuries ago. Antoinette sighed. All here was luxurious, truly grand, and so confining…
"I don't have anything coming," murmured Pippa while gazing into the huge lit fireplace. "My parents already sent me a letter yester-oh my goodness! Do you see Adelaide over there showing off more chocolates?"
The blonde laughed. "If they send her anymore, she's going to break the chair!"
"I know. She's thick enough already…we're horrible, aren't we?"
They burst into a flurry of loud giggles, earning even more whispers. Antoinette glared when some began to stare at her friend in clear disapproval. They didn't understand. Philippa Tsiaris was supposed to be in second class, for Merlin's sake! But, by Madame Royale's good graces was continually invited to interact with her social superiors.
"I don't understand why they look at you like that." whispered Antoinette heatedly. "You've been here just as long as us!"
Philippa came from Greece and that's where she returned every holiday or during summer vacation. Greece had lost its magical institution in a tragic fire when she was twelve. Afterward, students were given entrance at whatever magical school they wished to attend. Pippa chose Beauxbatons. The young witch had tan skin and a sweet demeanor. Her tousled yet gleaming long honey-brown hair was either set in a ponytail or down around a heart-shaped face. Antoinette didn't think Pippa knew how attractive she was, especially with those deep coffee-colored eyes of hers. For a human, her friend could've given a Seraphiel a good run for their money.
"Forget about them. How are your parents doing?"
"Great! They're in Belgium on Ministre business…well père is anyway. Mère is probably out shopping or keeping up social graces or both. Did I tell you what they gave me before school started?"
She shook her head. With a sigh, Antoinette related the tale of receiving a lovely white and golden boat with tasseled canopy along with four oarsmen to row her down the canals that carved through the Duclaires' property whenever she wished. It was a "going-back-to-school" present.
"Gee," The brunette joked. "All I get when I go back to school are hugs, quills, and parchment! You are so spoiled."
Antoinette shifted uncomfortably while finishing an assignment. "They fuss over me too much…I don't know why-,"
"MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY!" A jeering voice called. "MAKE WAY FOR MADAME ROYALE'S ROYAL PIGEONS!"
Cruel laughter floated throughout the Chevalier Room as the blonde's beautiful face became red. Her gaze shifted toward the large windows as three spots in the distance came nearer. The "pigeons" the mocking boy had so readily described were actually Peregrine Falcons, the fastest-moving creatures on earth. Many centuries ago, Antoinette's family declared they were above owls and so bought these birds from muggle trainers.
The three falcons flew inside with a screeching cry. Circling around the room, one could see their sharp heads tilting to look for their young mistress. Spotting Antoinette, they leaned toward the right and landed gracefully with the hefty, cumbersome bulk between them. It was an armoire. Next to Madame Royale, the wardrobe appeared just as tall and three times as wide as its new owner. All waited with bated breath. Many girls whispered. Dresses, obviously. But, from what fashion house?
Antoinette rudely snatched the letter from one bird's beak, receiving an offended squawk. Might as well get this over with…
My Dearest Antoinette,
As you know, your père and I are in Belgium. We left the capital Wednesday and are now in Antwerp. Business was taken care of, negotiations were made, and your père apparently got his way in the meetings because he seems extra headstrong today. Of course, we both miss you terribly! I can't believe my baby is already sixteen! It seems like yesterday you were playing with me in your nursery! Let me stop before I start crying…
The people in this area speak Dutch. I hired an interpreter to my entourage because you know how I am with languages. The shopping is quite splendid here and I would hate to miss the latest trends! Everything is very urban in Antwerp, even the wizarding quarters. The architecture is stunning and we have revisited many famous sights.
However, there are annoyances here that have nothing to do with Antwerp itself. A son from one of your père's previous relationships insists on meeting us. I have never met him myself because I hold no interest in children besides my own. Who knows? It might be amusing to watch. I'm not giving much thought to it, but you know your mère never gives thought to much.
This gift was actually your père's idea. (See how soft he is on you?) We were passing by a shop and he glanced in the window and declared they were perfect for you. Of course, we couldn't pick one so we got all of them. The shopkeeper was very surprised. But, nothing is too good for our girl! Hopefully with these you will shine the brightest.
With all the love in the world,
Your parents
P.S. Make sure to take warm clothes to Scotland. Do attend the conclave meetings.
Inside was a charming picture of her parents: Celestyn Le Creux-Duclaires, looking gorgeous as usual, and tall, proud Honorè Duclaires with his handsome head of silver hair. There also came a tiny golden key. Trembling with dread, Antoinette opened the chest to reveal a magnificent array of necklaces and earrings, fans and brooches, bracelets and combs-all glittering with diamonds and other precious gemstones. Gasps of awe and envy filled the Chevalier Room.
"Mademoiselle Duclaires!"
The blonde jumped back in shock. The yell came from Professor Michaud: the meanest, greasiest, and most sour teacher at Beauxbatons. He also held a personal vendetta against Antoinette because her mère refused him a date when they were in school together. She shivered as his cold gaze hit the diamond-filled armoire.
She would be shining the brightest all right, Antoinette thought, in detention!
"May I remind you that such display of finery is strictly forbidden at Beauxbatons?"
"I-I-I know, Professor Michaud, but-,"
"So what gives you the idea that you are exempt from the rules?"
"Nothing, monsieur!"
"And yet, you stand before me with proof showing otherwise…" His sullen face was dangerously close. Antoinette tried not to breathe in his horrible breath. "Let's not act as though this were the first time this has happened!"
"My parents keep-,"
The professor's face swelled red. "Keep what? Spoiling you ridiculously with little trinkets you don't even need! Tasteless! How are we supposed to turn you into a lady? What happened to the letter "supposedly" sent telling them to stop?!"
"I did send one! They just don't-,"
"Mademoiselle Duclaires, I cannot believe you are going to lie in my face! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! I HAVE NEVER-,"
"Professor Michaud!"
A middle-age witch with an appalled expression entered onto the scene. She was mediocre in the looks department, almost tackily covered in sapphires and fur robes, but radiated a power that couldn't be duplicated. All of the students bowed respectfully at her presence as protocol required. While kind, Headmistress Girard was not a force to be messed with.
"Surely you remember that we teachers are to set an example for our students."
His feet began to shuffle awkwardly. "Yes, Madam. I do."
"Then how can we expect for our girls to become ladies and our boys to gentlemen, if their Charms professor acts in such discourteous manner?"
"Forgive me…I don't know what I was…cannot believe-,"
"All students at Beauxbatons are to be treated with respect, Professor Michaud," The headmistress admonished gently "even when they make mistakes."
She might as well just slaughter the man whose lips began to tremble wordlessly. Everyone knew Professor Michaud was desperately in love with the older headmistress. Whether she knew or not was still in question. Benevolent, doe-like brown eyes focused on Antoinette.
"Now my dear, as your professor said, such displays of wealth are not considered tasteful at this school. And, this is not the first occurrence. Why do you keep owling pretty things in?"
"I-I don't owl them myself, Madam! Honestly!" The blonde flushed as whispers of disbelief reverberated. "It's my parents…they miss me a lot when I go off to school…and it's hard to explain, but here."
Madam Girard took the offered missive and began to read it, silently mouthing words. A knowing grin soon appeared. "Have you asked your parents to stop?"
"Yes! Yes! I even asked them face-to-face during vacation. They either don't listen or forget. My parents are both very busy."
A quiet snort came from Michaud. "You mean your father's busy…"
"That will be all, monsieur. My dear, I understand your situation and I will make sure to talk to your mère the next time I see her, which is soon. You will not receive a detention. However, I suggest that, if this event occurs again, you and Mademoiselle Tsiaris resist temptation to open a gift immediately. It'll save you trouble and what would've been wasted hours."
Both young witches curtsied at the gentle scolding. Antoinette noticed Pippa's face was growing red. At the headmistress's whistle, a team of house-elves appeared to take the armoire away, presumably up to the blonde's suite. That was another competitive aspect about Beauxbatons: the crème de la crème of first class resided in sumptuous suites. The rest settled into comfortable dormitories. It was a bitter reminder about one's place on the social registry.
"Now that that's resolved…ladies and gentleman I have an extremely important announcement to make!"
Young ears perked in interest as the Headmistress floated towards the fireplace. Besides the latest gossip, no actual news happened at Beauxbatons.
"Heritage Year," Madam Girard began "is a time when four magical schools from across the globe come together to celebrate what makes each unique. During this time, we learn more about ourselves by learning about those who came before us. I myself have always believed that the sins of our fathers are passed down onto us and it is our duty, as their descendants, to rectify their mistakes. It is important to honor the past because without it we have no future. But, enough with all the dramatics! I've told this already to the other classes. So I suppose I should make this short and sweet."
Every student in the Chevalier Room leaned forward excitedly. Some pinched their lips in disgust that the headmistress bothered to inform the lower classes before them. But, Madam Girard had always disregarded the class system at Beauxbatons. This was not a surprise. Antoinette clutched the hidden Collar of Amphrite beneath her robes. Hopefully this news would have nothing to do with Le Ministre or the Duclaires family.
"My little children," She gazed at them all with maternal warmth. "We are going to Hogwarts."
It was happening again. That sinking, drowning feeling. The feeling never changed either. As if she was being dropped into the deepest of oceans, kicking against the coldest of currents. Every time she broke away another wave grabbed her by a fleeing ankle or a reaching hand. Whatever dark force was working, the being seemed determined to show her…
She was walking along a river. At least, that's what it looked like. But, this river was peculiar. It didn't flow. By the looks of it, the muddy water within its banks was frozen solid. A cold yet soft particle of white floated from the sky, landing on her nose. Snow? Lily felt another melting flake hit her cheek. Where was she? Not at Hogwarts, that's for sure. The Scottish weather didn't permit snowfall for another month or so.
Lily gazed about her white surroundings. For once, everything was not shrouded in darkness. She was in the middle of a winter wonderland. It seemed that her subconscious knew where to go because she had no control over her legs or body. While walking, Lily would stop to grab snow, form it into a ball, and hurl it on the river's ice. Apparently, some part of her found these silly actions amusing. Uncontrollable giggles, no, squeals of mirth escaped and reverberated like an unwavering echo. It all seemed like watching a great Christmas movie, Lily thought, except she was starring in it without pay. Or answers.
"My little star, is that you making all the commotion?" called a rumbling, polished male's voice.
She emitted a mischievous giggle. "Maybe…"
Lily blanched. Her voice was so high and squeaky. She sounded like a child! Suddenly, a freezing gust of wind blew. Lily clutched her small arms around herself into a hug. Small? Yes, indeed. Her arms, not to mention legs, were quite shorter than they used to be. She touched a finger to a cold cheek. Chubby. Baby fat. For some inexplicable reason, Lily had adopted the body of a child during this vision.
She sighed. Well, it explained why the few trees here were so freakishly tall.
"You really shouldn't run out in front of us. You might get lost, princess." This voice was amazingly extraordinary. Definitely female, Lily could only describe it as a mixture of silk, honey, and purring. "The German Tiara's orchestra is going nowhere. We're in no hurry."
"German Tiara? Surely, the tigress is not that evil. Unsociable, at the least. Strict, perhaps."
He was baiting her. She must've been his wife because she bumped into him affectionately before planting a kiss on his cheek. "Strict, perhaps?! I address her as She-Who-Wants-To-Set-Merlin-Straight. Darling, the tiara hasn't even chosen a human familiar. That's how much of a drip she is…perhaps her conservativeness will be her undoing? "
"Tell me you've never voiced this."
"I will not."
Lily didn't know whether to laugh or curse because she couldn't see them. A shadowy mist covered their bodies and disguised all physical features. She knew though that the two were definitely not her parents. With squinted eyes, Lily managed to pick out a few mediocre things. The man was very tall and his wife only reached his shoulders. Her hair appeared to be curly under a fashionable-looking larger-than-life hat that was tilted ever so slightly. She wore a long-skirted dress. Or were those robes? He looked like he could be wearing robes too except his seemed more practical for the weather. Lily blinked. It was amazing to see them walk together as stupid as that sounded. Both seemed to float on their heels in a glide as if their feet never touched the ground. It was a glide that must've come from years of practice, not talent.
The husband laughed heartily, amused at his wife's impertinence. The lady kissed him again-this time full on the lips. They were in love and very much so. That much was obvious.
Who were these people? And, why was she dreaming about them?
He turned towards her. Lily watched as he gracefully kneeled, placing one strong knee into the freezing snow. "Come granddaughter. Let's see you break in those new boots of yours."
Those new little boots, and the feet inside them, were running as fast as they could go. The child-Lily let out another whoop of glee, causing the older pair to laugh. Granddaughter? Who were these people? They certainly weren't Herbert and Cornelia. Why was she so happy? Lily neither knew nor met them. Still, unable to control this child form, she ran. Ran faster than the wind. And then, just as Lily reached the man's outstretched hands…
"Evans? Evans! Evans! EVANS!"
With a yelp of fright, Lily awoke abruptly. She found herself laying against some sort of shelf with drool trailing down her chin. Charming. Wiping it off, Lily turned to face who she thought was another male admirer, but was actually an annoyed James Potter.
The massive Hogwarts library was created by Rowena Ravenclaw herself. Inside were thousands of shelves that reached from floor to high ceiling and floating ladders to accompany each of them. Classes had ended for today so most students were in their common rooms or heading early to dinner. The library remained virtually empty except for Ravenclaws, avid readers, and worrisome study freaks. Potter was none of the above.
Lily blinked in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
He ignored her, climbing onto the ladder beside them.
"Hey! I was talking to you!"
She watched angrily as James expertly plucked out a small book. The messy-haired wizard flipped through it before marking a page and slipping it in his robe's pocket. Then he repeated the process with another book following another and another.
Lily was somewhat impressed. "Wow. I never took you down as a bookworm, Potter."
"Do you have to bait everyone you come across?" His hazel eyes were strangely penetrating. "It doesn't do well for your character."
Suddenly, another ladder was pulled beside James and he was soon staring into angry emerald eyes. "For your information, Potter, I do not bait anyone-,"
"Yes, you do. Remember Miranda Hillsworth? You practically turned her into tears when she approached you."
"That's because she did nothing, but ramble about the weather!" Lily cried in exasperation. "I was merely worried about her character as you so suddenly seem about mine. Didn't you say just last week how chatty women are so unattractive?"
James placed another book inside his robes. "Then there was Sally Glenwork…Helena Vanbuilt…Chelsea-,"
"Spit it out, will you! Is this about your girl-trophy vonArrow or not?"
"She's not my-,"
Lily leaned against the wooden steps of the ladder, smirking. "You can drop the aristocrat act, Potter. I think I know you too well for that. You don't love her. She's just another notch on your belt."
The sunlight radiating from a nearby window hit his startled yet handsome features almost perfectly. The redhead tried not to look away or flinch. It was one of few tricks she picked up from Herbert's employees when haggling with difficult customers over jewelry prices. She unconsciously rubbed her father's ring.
"Stop pretending, Evans. You don't know me and I don't know you and we shall keep it that way forever."
"And, you shall live at a disadvantage forever. I for one always keep my enemies close."
"Real ladies don't have enemies."
Head thrown back in amusement, Lily laughed openly with free abandon. It earned her a warning glare from Madam Pince-the tough school librarian. "Well obviously you've never met a real witch before….I didn't attack vonArrow if that's what you are thinking."
"What if it is?"
Emerald eyes rolled. "vonArrow is not as prim and proper as everyone pretends to believe." They glowered at each other unblinking. "Are you really that stupid?"
James pulled back with an arrogant sneer. Lily's heart sunk as she came to the realization she was indeed a baiter. She avoided her rival's eyes while both climbed down the ladders. Both simultaneously jumped down in front of each other. Anyone passing could've cut the thick tension with a butter knife.
"Move, Evans!"
"How dare you! I'm not some house-elf you can command!"
"Move!"
"Since when did you care about my character anyway? Did McGonagall send you in here to bug me?"
"No!" James smirked. "It's not like you don't need a good talking-to though! Think you too good to attend a measly etiquette seminar? If we have to suffer as ladies and gentleman once a month, you do too!"
"Please," Lily crossed her arms defiantly. "Don't talk about being a gentleman! You'll embarrass yourself."
With an agitated growl, the messy-haired wizard rudely pushed past the witch. Lily let loose a squawk of irritation before hitting him hard on the back. The redhead felt a wave of magic wash over her hair. Soon laughter broke out among students in the library. Madam Pince immediately tried to control the situation, barking out orders of silence. One didn't have to be a genius to know all the giggles were aimed at Lily. Pulling a lock in front of her emerald eyes, she emitted a high, horrified scream and soon gave chase to the chortling James Potter. Running down the stone corridors, Lily tried not to look at her once red hair, now neon rainbow.
James threw back a peace sign, also blowing a raspberry behind him as his rival attempted to snatch the back of his robes. The last time he'd cursed Evans' hair she had been hotly livid. It was so bad that Dumbledore was forced to place a magical restraining order between them for a week. Not all their arguments ended in duels. Sometimes it was just like this: one running after the other. Though James would never say it aloud, there was something oddly refreshing about the whole affair. He'd spent his life around women who wouldn't know what to do if told to run.
They threw an assortment of hexes, jinxes, and minor curses back and forth, dodging and casting. For some inexplicable reason, Lily found herself trying to hold back laughter. They ran until reaching the second floor. Tired and panting, she grasped the wall beside her while catching her breath. Stupid Potter! Lily glanced out the window briefly. Wait…was the great lake…draining?
From this position in the castle, one could usually see the smooth black surface of the water-except the surface now wasn't smooth at all. A large whirlpool was swirling in the center. Some great disturbance was occurring at the bottom. While watching the waves crashing into the muddy banks, Lily wondered how the merfolk below were faring. They certainly weren't going to be happy. She couldn't imagine liking an immense vacuum cleaner sweeping up her home.
"Ah, Miss Evans!" called a merry voice from behind. "It seems as if we can keep nothing from you."
She jumped at the voice as the great wizard walked up beside her. Strangely enough, Dumbledore's robes matched Lily's neon rainbow hair. With a chuckle, he withdrew his wand and changed the obnoxious color to its naturally vibrant red. She thanked him graciously.
"Sir, what's going on?"
The lake was still swirling. Suddenly, a long pole thrust out of the surface…a mast! Emerald eyes widened in amazement as a gigantic ship rose magnificently from the watery depths below. It had a strangely skeletal look about it, as though it were a resurrected wreck, and the misty lights shimmering at the portholes looked like ghostly eyes. A great splashing noise reverberated as the ship emerged entirely-sailing toward the bank. Minutes later, an anchor was thrown overboard and the plank lowered. She could hardly see them, but Lily could've sworn she saw people's moving shadows within the portholes. Finally, the witch took notice of the red and white flag sailing on the mast with a double-headed eagle enshrined on its fabric. She recognized the symbol from her readings.
Durmstrang Magical Institute.
"What's going on, Miss Evans, are great things." chuckled Dumbledore in amusement at Lily's amazement. "Heritage Year has officially begun."
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