Harry Potter and the Three Eyed Snake

Someone or something was chasing her, left, right, through a doorway and then another, she ran. Her breath, ruff and shallow, excruciating pain in her right thigh. She looked back, the hooded figure was still hot on her tail.

Wham, She collided with the bannister. Biting back the pain, she clutched onto it with sweaty hands and hoisted herself up the stairs with all her might. "HELP! PLEASE ANYONE!" she cried out sobbing.

She could feel it close behind her like a predator stalking prey. The hooded figure was just waiting for her to collapse.

The top of the stairs was so close yet her right foot seemed to have given up on her and it caught. First her face and then the rest of her body collide with the floor. She felt her nose break beneath her and blood begin to flow over her lips and into her mouth.

She was still reeling when a large hand grabbed her and spun her on her back.

Her eyes widened in terror as a green light illuminated the staircase. Then another and another and another. She tried scrambling further away from the figure but her body just didn't want to move.

Slowly almost elegantly a dark figure obscured by shadow ascended the staircase.

She was frozen in fear, unable to move, unable to breathe. It stood before her now, the oil lanterns on the walls unable to penetrate the darkness. It said something though she couldn't understand a word as though her head was underwater.

The figure then lifted its arm and a rushing sound filled the staircase. "Avada Kedavra!"

***

Marielle bolted upright in bed, her breathing ragged. Hair stuck to her sweat drenched face and heart racing. She swallowed, hard, this was the first nightmare she had in a long time, but it also felt so much realer.

Rubbing her eyes' she reached over to her nightstand and pulled at the long golden rope.

It was only a few seconds before, with a pop, Salaud, appeard inside her room. "Mademoiselle Volant, vous sentez-vous bien? (Miss Volant, are you feeling alright?)"

"Est-ce que j'ai l'air bien pour toi? Va me chercher un thé ou quelque chose comme ça! (Do I look alright to you? Go get me a tea or something!)" she said, and Salaud vanished again.

Marielle sighed and slowly got out of bed, the sun hadn't even risen yet and she was in no mood to go back to sleep. Even if she did try she very much doubted she could.

Opening her trunk, she picked one of her freshly bought school books. 'Histoire de la France sorcière'. She had already reached the 'Guerre des trois grandes maisons'. She was rather excited since the Volants had been one of them and, from what her father told her, had enough power to influence Hugh Capet, King of the Franks.

She had managed to read all the way to the marriage between the Bélise Lestranges and Maxence Descombes, but just as she was about to learn about the power shift the marriage had caused, a knock sounded at the door.

Setting the book down carefully on the desk she called out, "Entrez!(Come in!)" The door swung open, it was Father. Tall, wiry, with black speckled silver hair. His eyes narrowed to slits as his eyes darted across the room finally resting on the book. "Préparez vos affaires, habillez-vous et,(Pack your things, get dressed and,)" he gave her a hard stair, "rappelez-vous qui vous êtes, nous partons dans trente minutes, utilisez Bastard, c'est un ordre.(remember who you are, we're leaving in thirty minutes, use Salaud, that's an order.)"

"Bien sûr, Père.(Of course, Father.)" she said, bowing her head. Giving her one last hard stair, he slammed the door, leaving her to prepare.

It didn't take long for her to prepare, the house elf's magic was quite useful with that.

Her wavy blond hair was now tied up in a ponytail held up by a gold and sapphire brooch. The uniform was freshly ironed and perfectly tailored and the black and blue shoes shone like never before.

"Prêt?(Ready?)" her mother asked, as Marielle stepped into the foyer. She nodded, "Oui, Mère.(Yes, Mother.)" "Alors dites au revoir à votre petit frère, vous ne vous reverrez pas pendant les prochains mois. (Then say goodbye to your little brother, you two won't be seeing each other for the next few months.)" She hated the little shit, black hair and black eyes like their mother, he didn't even look like a Volant. Ever since his birth all their love was solely focused on him and she had been sidelined to marry some other pure-blood heir. He wasn't even eight,

Yet her father was already teaching him how to cast a few simple spells.

Placing a hand on René's head, she smiled, "Restez en sécurité et ne me manquez pas trop. (Stay safe, and don't miss me too much.)" Her brother giggled and hugged her tightly, "Toi aussi!(You too!)" Smiling brightly her mother wrapped her arms around them both and squeezed tightly, "Apprenez dur et faites-vous beaucoup d'amis, d'accord. (Learn hard, and make lots of friends okay.)"

"Je ferai de mon mieux. (I'll try my best.)"

"Il est temps d'y aller! (Time to go!)" her father barked striding into the room. Releasing Marielle from her hug, Vivienne smiled, "Aller.(Go.)"

Taking her father's hand she smiled and waved.

***

Place Cachée, largest shopping street in all of France, and also the departure point for the French student of Beauxbatons.

Her eyes then landed on le carrosse de Beauxbâtons , its massive palomino horses, Abraxans, standing perfectly still.

"Viens, monte dans la calèche, j'ai un rendez-vous à assister. (Come, get on the carriage, I have a meeting to attend.)" her father said, striding towards the entrance.

"Ah monsieur Volant, ça fait plaisir de vous voir ! (Ah, mister Volant it's good to see you!)"

the plump lady, in front of the carriages then turned to her, "Et ça doit être ta fille !(And this must be your daughter!)"

Her father nodded, and smiled "C'est vrai, et je suis très fier d'elle. (That she is, and I'm so very proud of her.)"

The woman beamed at Marielle, and motioned at the carriages, "Vous êtes parmi les premiers arrivés, alors choisissez celui que vous souhaitez, les derniers étant interdits mais réservés aux préfets. (You're one of the first to arrive so please choose whichever you'd like, the last ones off limits though it's for les préfets.)"

"Merci, madame.(Thank you, madam.)", Marielle then turned to her father, "Je ne t'embrasserai pas, père.(I will not embrace you father.)"

"(I know you won't.)" he said before disapparating.