CLAIR DE LUNE...

CHAPTER 16

Hello darlings, a chapter has arrived. Sadly it's not through owl :( but here you go!
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As Belle walked into the great hall the next day, all eyes were on her. 

''Looks like words gotten out.'' Hermione whispered into Belles ear. ''About what?''

''The fight, and your heroic intervention.'' 

''Oh shut up Mione, lets go. I am hungry and I'm tired.'' Belle said, the two girls trudged towards the Gryffindor table, their robes swinging as they walked. Belle sat down and grabbed a plate to fill with Breakfast food. 

''Sooo?'' Ron said, ''What did you two get up to last night?''

''Oh for Merlin's sake-''Belle groaned as Harry started to speak across from her ''Belle! You cannot be going and interrupting fights like that! Especially Malfoy and McLaggen, you should of just left it.''

''What and get another lecture about House Unity? Harry, the right thing was to split it up and teach them to get on with life and stop being such pricks!'' Belle said, 

''But what if you got hurt, what if one of them could not control themselves? For all we know Malfoy could be a deatheater!'' 

''HARRY! You don't know the half of it! Belle yelled. 

''What is that suppose to mean?'' Ron butted in. Belle scoffed, picked up her bag from next to her seat and looked at the boys and Hermione. 

''We- you know what? I don't need to explain anything.'' Belle said before turning around and straight out of the doors of the Great Hall.

''Great Job. She can take care of herself you know. Most Girls can.'' Hermione said whilst rolling her eyes. She pushed her breakfast plate away and ran out the doors and ran to find her best friend.

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As Belle walked through the corridors towards her dorm. She wasn't upset, she was angry. Belle felt that Harry and Ron, and to be honest most boys, thought she could do nothing. Boys thought, that since Belle was a girl she automatically became a Damsel in Distress, and that she needed saving. Belle could take on at least three full Death Eaters at once, she proved that at the Quidditch World Cup. 

Belle entered the portrait, but suddenly was yanked back out of the room. 

''M-Mione? What is it.'' 

''I know how you feel Belle, not only because I'm your best friend but because it happens to me too. I mean, without me... well Harry and Ron-''

''I understand Mione. I do.'' Belle put her hand round Hermione's shoulder and rubbed it before guiding her up the stairs towards the dorms.

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It had been a few days, and Belle and Harry still had not fully spoken. The both of them being stubborn, they would not officiate the first words. That was until, she was forced to, for the sakes of friendship. 

''Miss Dercall!'' McGonnagall shook the young girl awake, 

''Yes? P-Professor?'' Belle asked, she saw the old woman bent over her trying to shake her awake. Belle immediately knew something was wrong. 

''Whats wrong Professor, what happened. Is everyone okay?'' Belle worried, she was not in the right mindset for more emotional distress. Just her luck. 

''You, Mr Potter, Ms Granger and Mr Weasley are all leaving, along with the rest of the Weasleys,  pack.''

''Wait what! Why?''

''Mr Potter has had an, erm, vision!'' The Professor said, her voice full of uncertainty. 

''What about, is it a bad one- Can he even have visions?''