How it all began…
"We will have to pass her to other school in the future," said the Prinzipal of the Beauxbatons, Mrs. Olympe Maxime. One of the most prestigious magic schools that still existed in Europe, right in the middle of France. I sighed and took a deep breath at the same time. "As far as we know, her mother was transferred to England anyway, so there's no difference why she has to go," a minor person said, as if I wasn't in the middle of the conversation. "Isn't her mother an Auror?" the principal asked the person. "That's true, but they're obviously more needed in England than here just now," the person explained dryly. "I think it's a real shame that Dumbledore is no longer alive when I was talking to the new Headmaster of Hogwarts." "Did I get the feeling that he wouldn't care at all if we sent her to his school?" the principal explained with a thoughtful tone. "Not here, Madame," an attendant from the French Ministry of Magic interrupted. "Oh, excuse me, and now to you, Miss Swan." She interrupted her conversation with the two ladies and finally turned to me. "Miss Viviana Swan, right?" She cleared her thront. "We are pleased to Annonce that you will be allowed to continue your studies at Hogwarts School of Magic from September." "I discussed everything with the Headmaster, Mr. Snape, today.
"That's why you don't have to worry about your future.“ She continued immediately. "You don't have to worry about your past either, we briefly described your rebellious nature to the principal, but he was less upset by it, so a clean transition can take place." and again I sighed loudly. So a rebellious nature is what they call it? And within seconds, I spent my thoughts going over my recent incidents. Because the last incident almost killed me and another student. Although I had everything under control, if only she hadn't panicked. How was I to know that even talking too loudly would motivate a herd of hippogriffs to attack. Luckily, I had my broom with me, but this led to a chase. In other words, it was damn close again. Of course, everything should have gone differently. But I didn't think that this incident would have provoked my expulsion from the Beauxbatons. And of course my mother, Mrs. Elisabeth's Swan, had to straighten everything out. That's why she had only agreed to me being cast for England, to accommodate my expulsion by changing schools. She must have been incredibly proud of me. The disappointment must have been written all over my face, finally Madam Olympe interrupted my silence. "Miss Swan, you will have an easier time at Hogwarts as a half-blood." as if a half-blood is worth less. My disappointment in her turned to anger towards Beauxbatons Magic School within seconds.
Just because most of the students were thoroughbreds didn't mean we were Not welcome here. I must have grimaced so much that the person accompanying me from the French Ministry of Magic quickly noticed and brought the conversation to an end. "Madame, Olympe it's about time. "I will take Miss Swan with me to clarify further details for the enrollment," she explained briefly, making a farewell bow with an outwardly elegant hand gesture. These manners could only come from a pupil who had been brought up in Beauxbatons herself. Madame Olympe nodded approvingly and turned briefly to me again. I tried to imitate the lady's farewell movements, but I didn't manage it as elegantly as she did. Madame Olympe finally noticed and raised her hand. "This formality will no longer be relevant for you in the future, so I wish you all the best and hope that you won't put your life in danger in the future." She nodded briefly to the person accompanying the French Ministry of Magic and led us out of the room. I stiffened and followed the two of them, hoping to get out into the fresh air as soon as possible.
"You shouldn't worry, Miss Swan," said the escort, patting me confidently on the shoulder. I tried not to be too surprised by the gesture. So tried to return a small smile to her, which was rather difficult for my character. I tended to smile most of the time, as I was more there for myself in my life. Fortunately, I was one of those people who didn't recognize their own beauty through their appearance. I liked spending time with myself and looking for things to do. And sometimes the things I do are risky. But my biggest worry is still dying of boredom. I'd rather risk my own skin from time to time. So far, my assessment of dangerous situations has always been within the realms of possibility. While I justify myself in my own mind, I diligently hurry after the person accompanying the Ministry of Magic. The Beauxbatons School of Magic was truly breathtaking in itself, clad in bright marble stones. On the whole, the whole place screamed cleanliness. I never even saw a speck of dust in all the time I spent there. However, etiquette cannot be expected from Hogwarts. Just the thought of a former Death Eater now being principal, who had even killed the then principal Dumbledore. And according to the rumors, with the help of Dumbledore himself, since he was condemned to death anyway, due to a strong curse. "Why are you so pale in the face, Miss Swan?" The attendant asked me, concerned, as we arrived in front of the grand entrance staircase. "Oh, what?" I gingerly touched my own face. Somehow I felt a little insecure about the whole thing. The last time I felt this much uncertainty was when our father passed away due to a terrible accident. I shook my head, trying not to let my thoughts pass. The attendant watched me carefully. "I'm sorry, Madame ... what should I call you?" I tried to make light of the situation. "You can call me Elise Emery," and gave me a really nice smile. "All right, Madame Emery, I didn't want to worry you." "It was just a bit stressful for me today." I paused for a moment and started to become more labored with my words. Feelings are a target for others, never really let them know how you really feel. "I'd like to get some rest before we head off to Hogwarts." She eyed me briefly and nodded eagerly.
"As you wish, school doesn't start for another week, so there's still plenty of time to get the school materials." She took the first steps down the stairs with me. "When you're ready, you're welcome to contact me." And handed me a small business card. It only had an x on it. She looked at it, puzzled. "Oh, you just need to say this: if a spell is cast on clouds, how can we not feel the sky?" I finally smiled briefly. "Sounds really nice." Madame Emery confirmed the same opinion. What I really liked was any kind of poetry. It got me through difficult times even as a small child.
Finally, Madame Emery said goodbye to me and before I knew it, she had already apparated away. I felt a slight sense of relief as I walked down the remaining steps. Somehow I didn't feel welcome here either way. No friends and all of five long years, not that I missed it. But no amount of sentimentality will keep me here. Maybe some people are happy not to have to see my jet-black hair anymore and finally I don't have to wear a tight ponytail anymore. With my big waves, it's been an ordeal every morning. I waved my black magic wand briefly and shouted: "Accio broom". After all, I had to get home and rest up for tomorrow. As I flew away with my brooms, I glanced back at Beauxbatons Magic School, inwardly telling myself that it was a real shame. When I got home, I inspected my parents' house; when me and my mother move to England, we will have to leave the house behind. It looks typical of the old French country house, the old white cobblestones are stacked on top of each other in the right order. The windows can be covered by a wooden cover and provide the necessary protection from the sun in summer.
Large vases of plants are scattered in front of the house. And the plants also climb along the walls of the house, it looks like a dream. In the city, it would all be too gray for me and there is no real privacy due to the density of houses. I like to walk along the small gravel path in front of us, although I prefer to walk barefoot in the grass in summer. I stalked into the house on slightly wobbly legs and just wanted to get to my room quickly. I checked again that my mother wasn't home yet, which was often the case. She can usually only get home at curfew. One of the reasons why I was often still awake in the evening. To be honest, I only slept in at weekends, during the week it tickled my fingers that I was doing something exciting after lessons and studying. That was also the reason why I had to change schools. I know it's not a nice habit, but it's mine alone and I haven't really had any problems with it yet. I opened the old bedroom door and jumped onto my four-poster bed.
I snuggled into my cotton sheets. I was quite sure that they didn't have such good beds at Hogwarts. Maybe the beds were even older than the building itself. "I'm going to miss it," I said as I pressed myself deeper into the bedsheets. I sighed, still unable to believe it. I was going to attend a new school that was more suited to me, as Madame Olympe said. What did it mean for me? Hogwarts was thousands of years old. The principal at the time, Dumbledore, I'd heard so much about. He was supposed to be a gifted wizard and an even better teacher. "Severus Snape," I finally said. Who is that again? I thought about it. If I remember correctly, a good acquaintance of Dumbledore himself. And if you believe the Daily Prophets, a murderer and Death Eater who now runs a wizarding school, even though he was dead before. And no one knows how he managed to rise from the dead. If he is a follower of whose name must not be mentioned. Perhaps he used the same practices as his master. Perhaps someone helped him. Another follower perhaps? At least it sounded very interesting and somehow I was very interested in finding out more about it.
But that can and must wait for now. Until I have to set foot in Hogwarts at all, as Madame Emery has already mentioned, I'm going to get the school supplies I need in Diagon Alley, good thing I earned some wizarding gold over the summer. Not that I was planning anything special with it, I just wanted to get some together just in case and it looks like that was the case here. Somehow I finally got tired of all the pondering. And I decided to go to bed earlier tonight. So I closed my eyes and enjoyed the late summer crickets singing their last summer songs.
Cold, it was so cold. "AAAhhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered desperately and otherwise couldn't get another word out. "You need to pull yourself together a bit," said a raspy, barely audible voice. "Who the hell is that?"... I rumbled hoarsely in pain. "I hate to repeat myself, but you really should pull yourself together, otherwise things could go very badly for you." "Fuck you," I finally said to the unfamiliar voice. I realized that I couldn't see anything because my eyes were tightly closed. I desperately tried to open them, I wanted to see where the pain was coming from. Since I couldn't even locate where the pain was coming from, "I guess I have no other choice." Before I could get another insult out, I felt something tender on my lips. A sweet taste followed. It was a kiss. My head was spinning. I hadn't kissed anyone before or been kissed by anyone before.
I tried to pull out of the kiss, but the sweet taste and woody smell that followed numbed my senses and somehow I became weak. "You women are all the same, one little kiss and you give yourselves away," the rough voice said in amusement, ending our kiss abruptly. Disappointed by the quick pullback of the foreign lip, I groaned slightly. "You'd better not desire something you clearly don't know." A short pause followed, as if the person was struggling for words. "Do me a favor and get up, Viviana," the voice finally demanded. I screamed out loud again as I took a deep breathe.
"AAAAAHHHHHHhhh" and my eyes were wide open. "Viviana" my mother spoke to me. I desperately tried to gasp for air as I realized that this little encounter was just a dream. "Mom," I finally cried out and my mother took me lovingly in her arms. "Honey, did you have a nightmare?" She asked me worriedly and gently cuddled my head.
I puffed out even bigger breaths before I could give her any answers. "All good so far, it was just a little more real than I could have imagined" and I could swear I could still feel the strangers lips on mine, only the pressure was easing. "I thought you'd still be awake as I still want to talk to you about the current circumstances". And when I entered your room, you looked like you were in pain. "You really startled me, sure you didn't receive an indirect injury in the last incident?" She asked me, but at the same time she scanned my figure. "Mother, I sighed, I'm not a little girl anymore," "But to me you'll always be the little rebellious one who still believed in Santa Claus last Christmas," she commented, delaying her grimaces playfully. I laughed and was glad inside that she wasn't angry with me because of the case at the magic school. I wonder inside if I'm more like my mother or my late father. But I don't think she has too much or too little of either. "And are you actually looking forward to the new magic school?
"What's the name of Hogwarts again?" My face contorted slightly and I had to smile. "You know everything, you're an Auror." I gave mine a slight fold on my upper arm. "Oh really? Do I really know everything?" And again, she screwed up her face for me again as a joke and I couldn't help but smile again. "Joking aside," she finally said. "I was transferred to England for a reason. I'm afraid I can't let you in on the secret business, but I'd like you to tell me everything. "Even every little thing you notice." As she made this request of me, her gaze became slightly stern and she looked slightly nervous. "I will," I said briefly and succinctly, as I was pretty sure that I would be given the opportunity and wouldn't have to make any further effort. My mother finally let me go back to sleep and I plunged into the darkness that was mine.
It was the weekend before my first enrollment to Hogwarts and I finally got over the fact that it was now time for the school's preoccupations. I held the business card in front of me and said the words that were relayed to me. "And if a spell is on clouds, how could we not feel the sky". Madame Emery apparated herself right next to me with a 5 meter distance and greeted me. "Miss Swan, what a pleasure to see you again." I was so taken aback at that moment. I didn't expect her to be able to apparate here so quickly. I was even worried about catching her at an inopportune moment. She came up to me and did another very elegant Beauxbatons bow. I finally tried not to emulate the bow, after all it had no meaning for me to be so formal anymore. "The pleasure is all mine, Madame Emery. "I hope I haven't interrupted anything." I finally said, suppressing a small laugh as I felt self-conscious, "Not at all, I was just sorting some papers at the Ministry and I won't let anyone take such a nice change from me, after all, her enrollment is the first ever between Beauxbatons School of Magic and Hogwarts School of Magic.
"I'm honored," I said sardonically, 'You should be,' she interrupted me and held her arm out in front of me at an angle. I wondered and asked, "Why the arm?" trying not to look too surprised, "We have to get to England first." She said shortly and offered me her arm. "So you want me to apparate with them? Don't you have to be seventeen to do that? I've never done it before. I said briefly and dryly. She didn't dwell too much on my answer. "Just hold your breath for a second and hang in there," and finally I held onto her arm. The next thing I felt was that everything went black. It was pressing very hard against me from all sides and I couldn't breathe, as if all my limbs had been pushed in. I felt as if I had been squeezed into a very tight rubber tube. After a few seconds, I realized that I was no longer in France, but in a beautiful England. "Are you all right? Madame Emery asked, looking at me with concern. "I'm fine, thank you," I said and propped myself up from my knees, forcing myself to stand up straight as I was in a foreign country and looked around eagerly. I tried to take in as much as I could and couldn't remove the amazement from my face.
Madame Emery watched my features and shared my delight. "Beautiful place! Isn't it? She said and gave me a big grin. "I must say that I imagined it to be different" ..." I replied to her and I couldn't help but be fascinated by the old buildings. I hadn't just had the clean and tidy in mind, which the Beauxbatons Magic School had in abundance. But also for the simple, but also the old. This included old books, old trees, old buildings and old men. I cleared my throat briefly as I allowed myself this little thought. I didn't like to admit it to myself, but boys of an age were not quite my level or to my taste. At least I had noticed this tendency in me from an early age, as I found the boys from my small village to be more of a nuisance and the fathers of some of my acquaintances to be very loving and attentive individuals.
And in my case, it was always middle-aged men. Which made me decide, despite my young age, that I would be alone for a good while. Because today's morals don't allow a minor to make a pass at a man, let alone fall in love with one. So I always tried to convince myself that even when I came of age, I would have a particularly difficult time in my love life. So I spent the whole morning with Madame Emery in Winkelgasse, a few books, a new quill and a new broom, which was probably called Firebolt Two.