Of Love and Magic By Belle Fey

Chapter One:



Belle sighed as she exited the limo, the gazes that always seemed to come fell upon her and she shook her head. If you have seen one rich noble woman, you would think you had seen them all. But then Belle was a mere six-teen and had had the title; Lady of Rosewood, since she was five.

A group of girls walking by began to whisper amongst themselves and look over their shoulders as they passed. She noticed that they happened to be carrying owls in cages, and sighed again.

“Really milady, it is not all that bad.” A deep and soothing male voice said from behind her.

Belle turned to Colin; her butler and guardian, and shook her head. “Honestly Colin, why must I go to school now?”

“We had this discussion. It is time you start mixing with the world outside of Rosewood.” He replied as he grabbed the gold cage carrying a beautiful paragon falcon, who ruffled his feather as the cage was placed upon the cart already loaded with her trunks.

Belle rolled her amber eyes. “It is a little late for that don’t you think? I mean I have gone all these years without Hogwarts.”

“Milady, it is best to just take what life hands us and get through it with our chins up.” Colin said as he started pushing the loaded cart into the station.

“Very well.” She said before falling into her normal state of silence.

They got many looks as they made their way to platform nine and three-quarters, as did anyone with a bird cage. They reached it and she saw a family of red heads discussing the order in which they would cross. There was also a boy with dark hair and glasses among them, she thought he looked familiar, but no one in her group wore such shabby clothes.

She stopped behind the group and waited with Colin beside her, the mother of the red-headed brood turned and smiled at Belle. “Well hello dear, we haven’t seen you around here before.”

“No ma’am. I am new to Hogwarts this year.” Belle said politely.

The woman raised a brow. “You are obviously not a first year.”

“No, I am a sixth year. I have been tutored at home until now.” Belle explained.

“Oh well, there is nothing wrong with that.” She smiled, “I am Mrs. Weasley and these are my children.” She turned to the group that was now quite interested in her and began to point as she spouted off names. “This is Ron, and this is Ginny. My husband Mr. Weasley, the twins Fred and George-“

“I’m Fred, he’s George.” The one proclaiming to be Fred stated.

“Oh, sorry Fred.” Mrs. Weasley said before pointing to the boy with brown hair and a girl with an orange cat. “That is Hermonie, not my daughter but a very good friend of the family.”

Belle nodded and waited for Mrs. Weasley to introduce the boy with glasses, but it was quite clear they were all waiting for Belle’s name. “Um, I think you forgot someone.” She said politely.

They all began to look around and it was Ron that realized who she was talking about. “Blimey! She is talking about Harry!”

All of their eyes fell on her and she suddenly felt out of place. It was Colin that came to her rescue. “I believe he is Harry Potter milady. The Boy that Survived.”

Belle had heard of him a few times, but seeing as she staid in Rosewood and chose to ignore the world, she was not surprised she did not know exactly who he was. She remembered she had recognized him for a moment earlier.

“Please forgive me Mr. Potter.”

Harry blinked a couple of times before smiling. “Think nothing of it, and its just Harry.”

“Of course.” Belle replied.

“And you are dear?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“I am-“ But she was cut off as usual.

“She is Lady Belle Fey, Lady of Rosewood.” Colin said.

Belle blushed and looked down at her shoes, but she was aware of all of their eyes on her again. Hermonie, always the clever and rational one, grabbed Belle’s arm. “Well Belle I am pleased to meet you, but I think we should all get going before the train leaves without us.”

Belle smiled and nodded. “Excellent notion.” And walked off with Hermonie.



They had just finished waving to Colin and the Weasleys, the twins not attending school this year, and taken seats in an empty car when the door was thrown open. Belle looked up to see a very fair haired boy and two larger boys that did not seem that smart, the blonde had a nasty smirk on his face.

“So Potter,” He spat. “Come back for another beating?”

“Oh get off it Malfoy.” Harry said.

Belle cocked her head to the side, now that was a name she knew. She had never met the Malfoy’s personally, but that was a name known high up in the Wizarding world. She took him in and found he was attractive enough, but his attitude could go. She turned to whisper something to Hermonie, when her movement caught his attention.

“And who is this? Another mutt to add to the collection?” He looked at Hermonie as he said this.

Belle turned her head and glared. “I will have you know that I am a pure blood, and it does not matter what my blood is because it is of no concern to the likes of you.”

His ice blue eyes narrowed. “I think someone needs to learn their place.”

Belle raised one black brow. “My place? What about yours peasant?”

“What did you just call me?!” He demanded as he stormed in, only to meet Belle well on her feet.

“I called you a peasant because compared to me you are one. You are simply a Malfoy which brings you power in the Wizarding world, however I am Lady of Rosewood, which not only gives me power in the this world but the Muggle one as well.” She moved a little closer. “Now if you would be so kind as to help clean the air by taking your goons and leaving this car, it would be greatly appreciated.”

And with that she pushed Malfoy right into his goons and out the door. She quickly grabbed and shut the door before locking it. She turned and started laughing with everyone else in the car.

“Oh Malfoy is going to be bloody mad!” Ron exclaimed.

“It is about time someone did it.” Hermonie giggled.

“I’m sorry, normally I am well behaved but he was just rude.” Belle said still laughing as she sat down next to Harry who smiled at her.

“It is quite alright I assure.” He said.

“Yeah, welcome to the group!” Ron exclaimed.

Belle then ordered treats for everyone when the trolley came and while they ate they talked and laughed, growing as close as if they had been friends all along and for the first time Belle felt that maybe going to a regular school wasn’t so bad.



Drako had been stunned, then furious when the raven haired girl had pushed him from the cart and then locked the door. He had still fumed about it the entire train trip and even carriage ride up to the castle. It was not until he was sitting at the Slytherin table and he saw her enter with Potter and his group.

She was now wearing her robes and he grew shocked to see she was in Slytherin. A Slytherin, that was obviously enjoying the company of the Gryffindors. He shook his head, but found he could not turn away. Her long wavy locks glinted almost blue in the lights and her amber eyes were searching the room, until the locked onto his.

He kept watching until his attention was taken away by Snape coming up and escorting a confused looking Belle up to the Staff Table. He sat her down in a chair right next to Dumbledore who smiled kindly at her.

Draco did not have long to wonder as were every student in the room. After the first years were brought in and sorted Dumbledore rose to his feet and raised both hands in the air silencing the room.

“Welcome students, new and old. I know this room is filled with questions about the presence of the young lady at my side, so let me answer them. This young student is Belle Fey, Lady of Rosewood. She is a noble woman and I have been asked my the Ministry to keep her here at the Staff table.” He scanned the room and his eyes fell on Draco. “Please remember to be courteous to her.”

Draco raised a brow. So what she said is true, huh? He thought to himself. However his full attention went back to the table when Belle rose to her full height chin notched as a stubborn angle.

“I wish for every one to know that I am a student as are all of you.” She smiled at Dumbledore. “No offense Sir, but I will not remain sitting here Ministry or not. I am a student and wish to be treated as such.” She then walked down from the staff table and sat at the very end of the Slytherin table.

“None taken Ms. Fey.”

Belle smiled and then turned to look down at the food that was no appearing. Draco was not hungry, in fact he was confused that anyone would turn that sort of power down. He felt some one pulling at his arm and turned to see Pansy.

“Dracie, why are you ignoring me?” She whinned.

“Because you annoy me.” He answered before turning to look at Potter, who was staring at Belle.

Draco grew even more angry when Belle looked up and smiled when she noticed Potter. She gave a shy wave and Potter waved back. Draco rose and walked down to the end of the table and sat down beside her.

She turned to him and then turned back to her plate ignoring him. “So, you are too good for me then?” He asked.

“My right shoe is too good for you Malfoy.” She said as she took a casual sip from her goblet.

“Is that so? Well perhaps I am too good for you and you know it, that is why you are acting this way. You know it can never happen.”

“Are you always so full of yourself?” She asked as she began to eat, still not looking at him. “About the best you can get is that girl that was hanging all over you a minute ago. You might want to enjoy her.”

Draco clenched his hands and teeth. “You are really begging to try my patience.” He growled.

She looked up finally and stopped whatever she was about to say. Draco too, didn’t remember what he was going to say. He was trapped in the depths of her amber eyes, he had never eyes so fierce and bright in his life. He moved his hand to her thigh and started to draw closer.

“Draco!” Pansy’s voice cut into the spell.

Draco growled and turned to Pansy. “What?!” He snapped.

She blinked and looked like she was stricken. “ I was just curious if you were going to walk me to the dungeons. As the boy Prefect and me the girl Prefect.” She pouted.

Draco rolled his eyes and went to turn back to Belle, but found she was gone. When he located her she was walking out with Potter. His fist clenches again as he rises and storms off past Pansy who instantly complains. So, Potter has her attention does he? Well we shall see about that. And so he set off for his room and his plans to make sure he was the only one that Belle saw.