"and finally Miss Belle Delacour" Madam Maxime announced, the hall went quiet so you could perfectly hear my sister and her snide remarks
"Stand here my dear" The half-giantess pointed to the spot in front of her, I timidly placed my self there, looking over my shoulder I could see Timothee who had been put into Ombrelune, and a little bit further I could see Nicolette and Leo smile at me
"I wish to be sorted" I announced, waiting for the wand to shoot its lights, signaling its decision had be made, but it did nothing, at least not for a long while
It was awkward, waiting to be sorted, everyone's eyes were on me, waiting for the lights to come out of the tip of the wand but they never came, at least not yet. After many moments of waiting the wand began elevate itself out of Madam Maxime hands. Everyone around me gasped at the sight as it raised itself higher and higher until it began spinning and flowing down like a feather. After many moments, it came eye level with me and then let out three lights, those of each house, the first out was Bellefeuille, the second Papillonlisse, and the third Ombrelune, each light taking the form of what looked like a Patronus.
"hello" the green light spoke, it was in the form of Julian Bellefeuille
I gasped at the sight, the founders of the school were standing right in front me.
"h-how are you here?" I questioned, stuttering at the beginning
"dear," Aurelie Papillonlisse began, by the way her name basically means golden butterfly, "you are the one they prophesized about" she spoke kindly
"you are the one they spoke about, the one of myth and legend, prophesized to come true" Quentin Ombrelune began
"you are the heir" Monsieur Bellefeuille finished
My jaw was probably lying on the floor right now seeing as I was gaping at the words the lights were speaking. I was snapped out of my daze as soon as I heard my sister scoff.
"there's no way that my sorry excuse of a little sister is the destined heir-" she began before Monsieur Ombrelune stopped her short
"Jealousy runs through this ones veins," at this point, his blue light was looming over her, "pure jealous and ill intentioned thoughts run through this girls mind. in the far back though we have... fear, dwelling in the shadows, fear of becoming the shadow of her younger sister." Fleur's face flushed red with rage, "ah, but the fear is drowned out by hatred, that of which is directed towards her sister whom she seems to torment for her own satisfaction knowing that if the younger sisters spirit is broken hers is high." at this point, Monsieur Ombrelune was just embarrassing Fleur in front of everyone and I honestly was not mad about it, "you are very cunning and have all of the qualities of an Ombrelune, don't know why you were placed in Papillonlisse, oh wait, there it is, Ombrelune doesn't allow shallow minded students." the blue orb which took form of Quentin Ombrelune finished and began to make its way back over to me.
Fleur had run out crying from rage while I was still left in a daze from what had just happened. Monsieur Quentin then cleared his throat and looked back over at me along with Monsieur Bellefeuille and Mademoiselle Papillonlisse.
"Belle Antoinette Delacour," Aurelie Papillonlisse began, "you are special in ways you can't even imagine"
"the power you posses, it was a myth, a simple tale, and the title you hold was even more so a legend." Julian Bellefeuille began filling in
"you, my dear, are the enchantress, queen of magic" Quentin Ombrelune finished
I stood their gaping, after a moment I began to shake my head, believing that not a single word that was coming out of their Patronus like bodies were true.
"I don't think that you have the right person," I said while shakily laughing, "I mean I am just an eleven year old Veela witch who can't even use her charm properly, not to mention I'm... different" I stated the last part barely above a whisper
"Ah, but you see that is what told us it was you, what set you apart from the rest." Mademoiselle Papillonlisse said, looking at me with a soft smile
"You may think that those things make you inferior from the rest, but they are only the things that make you more unique." Monsieur Ombrelune finished
"would you like us to tell you the story and the prophesy my dear?" Monsieur Bellefeuille cut in
I looked behind me at all of my classmates who were looking at me with shocked eyes and nodding heads.
"yes please" I mustered out, still confused as to how someone as messed up and not even remotely special in any good way was somehow a queen
"well, the myth began with eight sisters, each the ruler over something, but one sister in particular, held the most power over all of them." Papillonlisse began
"you had the youngest sister, Delphine, was Queen of the elements, mainly doing the best in herbology and care for magical creatures. Then, you had Mirabelle, Queen of harvest, she also was very talented in herbology and potions. Monique, Queen of wisdom whom excelled in divination and ancient runes, Morgan le Fay, Queen of darkness whom excelled in defense against the dark arts and charms, Juliette, Queen of youth and beauty whom excelled in transfiguration and care for magical creatures, Chantae, Queen of melody whom excelled in muggle studies and music of course, Sylvie, Queen of time and space whom excelled in apparition and charms, and lastly, Anastacia, Queen of magic and resurrection, excelling in all of the core and extra curricular subjects." Bellefeuille continued
"Each sister got a long in harmony, even Morgan le Fay for a while, bit as you all know, all good things must come to an end. Morgan le Fey began to grow jealous of all of her sisters, each graced with lightness and beauty, all except her, with her said to be broad shoulders, dark messy hair, and stiff stature. One day, she turned against all of her sisters, killing off every sister one by one until only Anastacia remained, by doing so she thought she was consuming all of their powers and capabilities so of course she had to save the best for last. What she did not know was that their powers and titles flooded immediately into the next female descendent each sister had, whether it be a daughter or a granddaughter, it didn't matter. Not realizing this, Morgan la Fey killed Anastacia, whose powers and title remained unclaimed seeing as before any of this began, Anastacia had been the sister to receive the family blood curse of only being able to bear males, and this would continue on forever with whomever had her blood running through their veins, and seeing as no one knew how long it would last, it simply was claimed as forever, until the French seer witch came to us with a prophesy." Ombrelune also continued on
"'the blood curse will be broken, the great queen will finally have an heir, the blood curse will be broken with the birth of a Veela witch, brunette like the late Queen Anastacia such talent and loving nature as well, eyes as bright an clear like the late Queen Delphine, skin as flawless as the late Queen Chantae, beauty like never seen before just like the late Queen Juliette, great wisdom like the late Queen Monique, the gentle touch of the late Queen Sylvie, and finally the abundance of grace like that of the late Queen Mirabelle. She will become a student at this school in the years to come, destined for great things. When the blood curse is broken, she will inherit every late queen's power but only the title of her ancestor, Anastacia. With seven of the mythic powers, she will become the enchantress. A war will come, two dark forces will team up as one, each hungry for power, the snake and the thorn, the chosen one and the enchantress will need only each other to save us all.' and with that she left us, we honestly all thought that you were going to attend our school while we were still alive, but seeing as we are the way we are I think we were very wrong." Ombrelune finished laughing which came as a surprise to everyone
"but, why me? why not Fleur? I mean she is the first born, not me." I asked highly confused
"because you are not Fleur's sister, you are the daughter of Elroy Alarie and Blanche Delacour, descendant of Queen Anastacia Alarie" Mademoiselle Papillonlisse finished completely
"You mean to tell me that the woman whom I thought was my aunt all these years was actually my mother?" My jaw was once again lying on the floor at the sudden news, "You mean to tell me that the vile woman who I thought to be my mother was actually my aunt and that wonderful man who I thought to be my father is actually my uncle?!" I almost screamed
"yes, and no your mothers death was not an accident, she was killed by one of the followers of a man mentioned in the prophecy, the one who marked the chosen one... Harry Potter." Ombrelune said slowly *think of this kind of like Snape's voice and how slow he says things*
"You're messing with me aren't you?" I questioned, growing weary of everything they were telling me
"We are doing anything but that Miss Delacour or should I say Alarie." Papillonlisse smiled at me
"Now then, I guess we should sort you" Bellefeuille cut in
"Ah yes" both Papillonlisse and Ombrelune both sighed
"But the problem is, is she belongs perfectly in all three" Bellefeuille pondered
"Well then our decision is made, she has no one house, she belongs in all three, Papillonlisse, Bellefeuille, and Ombrelune, she may get her own room and wing." Ombrelune finished
"Before we died, we prepared a room for the enchantress, it is the north wing, third level all to herself, the lower levels obviously consists of the other years dormitories but never mind that, now we must be taking our leave, until next time Mademoiselle Alarie" the three stated their goodbyes and began to float back into the wand
I was left there with an utterly shocked look on my face.
'well it looks like I have a lot more than just Leo to tell Harry about now...' I internally sighed knowing my hand was going to hurt like hell after writing down everything that happened
I was apparently still standing there because I heard Madam Maxime clear her throat, signaling me to make my way back to my seat
"well that was interesting..." I sighed as I sat back down in my seat next to Leo and across from Nicolette
"Off to your dorms now students, Miss De- Alarie, please follow me, oh and bring Mister Dupont and Miss Lestrange with you please." I simply nodded towards my head mistress and called over Leo and Nicolette
"Why did she want us to come?" Leo asked me in a hushed tone while placing his arm over my shoulders
I simply shrugged in response as we continued to follow Madam Maxime towards the north wing of the castle and up an extra hidden stair case
"wow" I hear Nicolette mutter as we walk into the north wing
"This is where your dorm is located Miss Alarie, and if you wish, Mister Dupont's and Miss Lestrange's as well" Madam Maxime finished showing us to my dorm which was huge by the way, and the other, smaller, "guest rooms" located in the wing
"But why us?" Leo asked
"Because you two seem to be close to Belle.. are you not?" Madame asked
"we are, we were just wondering" Leo finished
"Great," Madame expressed, leading us to all of the amenities of the north wing, "here are your rooms obviously, then we have the somewhat of a common room if you would like to call it that, here you have your personal library, in this door you have your own dance studio, down this hallway is the private pool, and down this hallway is only for Miss Alarie." Madame finished, leaving us to search the place
"and here I was thinking that it was going to be just another year at Beauxbatons" Leo laughed to himself
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