Doomed // Draco x Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Year 1. Beauxbatons

"Hurry up, ma cherie!" shouted Mrs. Poesy to her daughter, who was struggling upstairs to find her wand. Dresses, books, bedding were flying around the bedroom as a child was nervously searching for a brand new shiny wand. Since their shopping visit to Place Cachee, Danielle was letting the wand out of her hands only to sleep. A pure childish excitement was feeling her little heart when she was imagining all the spells she would learn at school. She would never need to touch the doorknob, but cast Alohomora instead; she would never need to bring a chair to grab a book off the top shelf, but use Descendo; even such erratic spells as Avis or Densaugeo were causing a wave of amusement to run through Danielle's body. Yet, the wand was missing.

"Maman," she ran down the wide staircase and looked sheepishly at a tall blond woman in a white blouse and pink pencil skirt: "I don't know where my wand is..."

"Oh, Lord," the witch scoffed and took out her wand out of her white Birkin bag: " Accio Danielle's wand." As soon as she uttered the spell, a wand flown and landed straight into the suitcase.

"Chop-chop," she tapped on her watch signaling that they were running quite late.

A girl ran to the fireplace, where her mother was waiting for her throwing annoyed glares. She stood next, fixed her burgundy turtleneck, pulled a black and green checkered blazer down, so it fits perfectly, and said: "Ready."

The ladies stood their foot into the fireplace, and her mother exclaimed clearly: "Gare de Lyon!"

Green flames filled the fireplace, and the next second Danielle knew, she found herself in the middle of a busy Parisian street. People were running, shouting, pushing, and laughing, but the girl just stared in awe at the decadent building with a tower besides.

"Let's go," Mrs. Poesy grasped Danielle's arm, and dragged her to the tower with a watch.

"Isn't the entrance there?" Dani slowed down pointing to a giant wooden door.

"No, silly," her mother smirked: "That entrance is for muggles." She continued dragging her daughter in the direction of the tower. A look of confusion creeped onto Danielle's face as they entered a tiny waiting hall. It would be pure exaggeration to call it a hall, as the size of it would be rather compared to a closet with a single ticket booth. It took no more than two steps from the door to the cashier. The old lady glanced at them from under her ridiculously big glasses: "Where to?"

"Beauxbatons," Mrs. Poesy said quickly, as the cashier stamped the tickets and slide the tickets underneath the glass.

"Bon voyage," she said without even looking at two ladies in front of her.

"Merci," Danielle replied as she grabbed the tickets and forwarded them to her mother.

Mrs. Poesy anxiously looked at the watches as she frowned her eyebrows: "3 minutes until departure, you don't want to miss your first day at school, do you?"

Danielle shook her head, and her mother dragged her straight into the wall. Before single sound could leave her pink lips, she was already standing in front of a long pastel blue trains. "They don't make this model anymore," Danielle thought. Yet, the train was shiny and polished, full of children waving at their parents out of the windows. A skinny man in a pale blue uniform was giving the last call, and Mrs. Poesy pushed her daughter on the train. As soon as she stood her foot, the train departed, leaving a French lady to wipe her tears with a silk hankie behind.

A skinny train conductor offered Danielle to take her luggage. Although, she agreed, she thought he might break under the weight of her suitcases. She started her stroll looking for a compartment to sit in, but all the children had already been sat. Compartment after compartment, they were laughing, giggling, greeting each other, but there was no place for Danielle to sit. Finally, she saw a boy sitting alone behind the door glass. Without a second thought, Danielle slid the door open, and entered the compartment.