Henri Lebeau sighed as he slouched on the window seat in his room. For years his little brother had been by his side, and although they were far apart in age, he cared deeply for the young boy. He could remember Remy coming home from school after fighting some kid who mocked him, only to be beat up by the kid's older brother. He would clean the cuts and slap band-aids on his knees, and make some cheesy joke to make Remy smile before making sure that Remy was occupied playing with Emil while he kicked the older kids' asses and warning them to stay away from his little brother.

In all the time that Remy had lived in the guild main house and had been adopted into the family, he had never been away from home for more than a few days, and always well within driving distance in case Henri or Jean-Luc had to go pick him up. Now he was in France. A whole other country! And to top it all he was at a boarding school! How was Henri supposed to take care of his brother if he couldn't watch over him, as he had been doing since the boy had first entered their home? He had been gone for around three weeks and Henri was already turning into a sap.

Henri sighed and lay his head against the cool glass of the window, staring down into the gardens. Remus and his father were there talking. They'd been doing that a lot lately, rushing around and filling in forms exchanging money like it was going out of fashion. Just what were they doing that was more important than sending letters to their son and godson? The stack of letters that Remy had sent sat beside him, all of which mentioned that letters from Jean-Luc and Remus were few and far between. He smiled at his brother's scribbled handwriting before beginning his response to the latest letter from Remy.

When the name 'Harry Potter' had had been read from the list in the transfiguration professor's hand an excited chatter had spread through the hall. When the call was left unanswered and it became evident that Harry Potter was missing from the line up chaos ensued. Chatter turned to gossip and speculation and the sorting was almost unable to be continued. A quick spell and a loud call for silence from the headmaster staunched further noise.

The sorting ended without further ado, but there was a notable sense of unease throughout the populous, each wondering about the fate of the young boy who had defeated Voldemort.

The weeks that followed were no better, the chatter hadn't died down in the slightest and what was worse was that the papers had caught wind of the situation as well. The entire of magical Britain was on red alert, searching for Harry Potter.

Hermione Granger, though rather bright, was a girl with her head perpetually stuck in a book. It was a rare sight for the young Gryffindor to be seen talking to anyone other than gushing as she squeaked out the answers to the teachers questions during class.

Her voyage into the unknown world of witchcraft was one that was full of disappointment. Hermione came from a small town, went to a very small school and was surrounded by people with very low intelligence. Needless to say for a young child this had made her rather excessively proud. She had assumed that because she had been the very best in her year then she would be the very best at magic too, after all despite all this 'secret world' nonsense she had assumed that the wizarding world was just like an exclusive club. She hadn't expected to be behind anyone else.

Her pride wouldn't let her not have the attention from teachers she was used too, and despite her awareness that her peers would, as always, dislike her for her brilliance she had assumed she would be placated by the teachers and told how special she was.

Only she wasn't. Hermione would obsessively read her books over and over but all that would do was to enable her to recite a textbook. It didn't give her any superior skill or understanding of the subject. For the first time in her life, young Hermione Jean Granger was completely and utterly average and she hated it.

Being the youngest of six boys, Ronald Weasley rarely had something to call his own. His younger sister, being the only girl received all of her belongings and clothes, though sometimes through second hand shops, that were hers first and she rarely, if ever, had to deal with the hand-me-downs of her elder brothers.

Ron had no such luck. He had an old wand, an old trunk, and an old set of books, scales, cauldron and even robes. He hated being invisible, so he did everything he could to stand out; he was loud mouthed, brash, prejudiced and lazy, after all being known for your bad qualities was better than not being known at all, right?

If there was one thing that annoyed Ronald Weasley above anything else, it was being outshone. Hermione Granger was smart, dedicated, and had all the attention from the professors. Ron had tried his best to perform the spells, but it soon proved difficult and his inherent laziness won out in the end and he was content to make loud and obnoxious comments hoping for a few laughs like Fred and George always seemed to receive, instead he had lost some house points and received a scolding.

It took every ounce of his restraint to ignore the muggleborn girl, but as soon as she started lecturing him on his half-hazard attempt at levitating a feather and his poor pronunciation, he had lost his temper. He told as many people as he could what a menace she was, what a nightmare. He mocked her hair, her teeth and her bossy tone. He exaggerated, imitated and sniped. It wasn't until later that he realised she had been behind him and had heard every word he had said, and had spent the whole day crying.

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, unlike its British counterpart did not believe in the segregation of students based on character traits, and because of the sheer size of the facility as well as several generous alumni donations, there were separate dormitories from the school. The boy's dormitory was on a completely separate part of the campus to the girls, the boys on the left and the girls on the right. They were then further separated by floor; there were seven floors, one for each year. Each floor had enough rooms so that the students had only one roommate. Remy

Remy Lebeau had been a student of Beauxbatons for almost three weeks, but it still seemed like a dream. Instead of disgusted sneers at his eyes he had received welcoming smiles. He studied almost religiously, in between writing letters to his father, brother and cousins, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he enjoyed learning magic. The block that the professor had put in his mind allowed his to focus his magic without getting his mutation mixed up and blowing something to pieces.

However, there was one defining factor of Remy's life at the French school of magic that he had deliberately left out; his utterly humiliating and unrequited infatuation with the beautiful Henriette La Roux. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, despite her being a little more than three years older than him, she had long glossy hair that was always pulled back in expensive looking barrettes, and had cold grey eyes that seemed to promise death to anyone who crossed her one moment and then her meticulously made up face would twist into a breathtaking smile. He was smitten.

Remy dopily munched on his breakfast cereal as he gazed at the source of his infatuation from across the year-separated breakfast tables, he choked on a particularly insubordinate cheerio that somehow decided to lodge itself in his throat. He gratefully smiled as he felt a hand slap his back.

"You okay there Remy?" the amused voice of Christian Allore broke him from his infatuated reverie

"Oui." Remy smiled sheepishly "jus' got distracted dats all."

Christian grinned devilishly "oh really? I hadn't noticed, I mean you've only been staring at the Mademoiselle La Roux for weeks now with that same dopey grin on your face, you should try harder to make your infatuation more obvious."

"Shut up, chrissy!" Remy glared before taking a gulp of his coffee.

Christian grimaced "Not only did you have to use that dreadful name but you gulp that vile liquid like a fish, if it had sugar or even milk I could understand..." he shuddered as Remy wafted the black coffee under his nose.

"Come now, Christian." The cheerful tone of the boy next to him called "we all know about your obsession with pudding, leave Remy to his poison drink that he likes to call coffee." the boys dark eyes twinkled happily at the two before whinging as both Christian and Remy flicked bits of cereal at him, most of which became tangled in his dishwater blonde hair.

"Have you finished the assignment for Monsieur Harcourt yet?" the boy asked curiously, as if he hadn't just been pelted with breakfast cereal. "I can't quite get my head around the charm."

Remy nodded his mouth too full of cereal and coffee to answer properly. Sifting around in his bag for a few moments, he produced a notebook and tore out the essay, before handing it to his friend to read over.

Gabriel Chevalier, Christian Allore and Remy Lebeau had become fast friends since the start of term. The friendship blossomed from the three of them somehow managing to set loose a herd of pegassi and spend the better part of an hour running from them before the headmistress managed to round them back into their paddock. The three boys had looked at each other briefly before collapsing in fits of laughter.

From across the grand dining hall, Henriette La Roux watched amusedly as two of her own classmates desperately tried to win her attention, it was capital! Two idiotic boys declaring love for her when in all actuality she could scarcely remember their names. She idly stirred her tea with one hand and examined her polished nails with the other enjoying the scene of the two boys verbally sparring.

"It seems as if you have a new admirer, Henriette" a hushed voice from her left chuckled "such a little one too." Henriette gazed up at the girl to her left, there was nothing truly remarkable about her appearance other than her jewellery; she had heard that the necklace she wore was an heirloom of some sort.

Dismissing her irrelevant thoughts, Henriette, with a tone seeped in boredom replied the Morel heiress' observation, her eyes leaving her teacup for only a moment to glance and the boy, who was seemingly having an argument with his friend.

"Yes, the Lebeau boy. Despite being supposedly muggleborn I hear good things about his performance in class, not to mention the name Lebeau is becoming quite well known in certain circles within the magical world."

Marcelle Morel sneered in the boy's direction "Some upstart mafia gang, father talks about them. Apparently they steal things professionally. Mother says that the Lebeau family are made up of mudbloods, squibs and magical rejects."

Henriette's spoon stopped twirling and her vicious gaze turned to Marcelle. "Keep your opinions to yourself, and do not utter such dirty language in my presence. You are a lady of Beauxbatons academy not some brutish troll from Durmstrang, have at least a sense of decorum."

Marcelle's eyes widened comically "I- I apologise, Henriette."

Henriette smiled genially any trace of her cruelty vanished "Good. I'm sure if you keep a hold on your tongue and show restraint we can continue to get along splendidly."

Henriette spared one more glance at the boy, smiling as she decided that he might prove to be amusing.

AN- sorry for the lack of updates and the short chapter but I had to find where I was going with this again. Just out of curiosity, if Remy had been sent to Hogwarts what house would he be in?