Between Crown and Heart

Galaxy Charmé gets nearly kidnapped by death eaters but luckily she's saved by Albus Dumbledore who has been searching for her for the past few years as the death eaters did.But why?Galaxy is told that she will end a cruel war,but how if she has never heard anything about true magic?How if she neither has faith in magic,nor in herself?Strange things happen to her and she falls in love with her Professor Severus Snape who will never belong to her as long as she won't confess her love to him.
Time passes then and she learns what important role she plays in this war and moreover how she has to fulfill it:She has to betray everyone she is fond with.She has to leave them alone when they need her most.And her love's fate is already sealed before her own fate was.
How will she experience her new destiny and how the loss of her life?In the end she will need a shoulder to cry on after her sacrifices but no one will be there for her.Thus be you there for her and give her a shoulder to cry on.


43. Little Boy

Complete silence. No one dared to speak nor to move. Everyone looked at me after I finished singing.  

Feeling all my self-confidence rushing away I stood still and rigid, bowed down my head to look at the ground and folded my nervous hands in front of my belly with my cheeks getting hot and red.

After three complete silent and very uncomfortable minutes Professor Flitwick sniveled and caused me to look up. Tears were running down his cheeks and his nose was red like a tomato. Seeing him like this made my eyes wet, too. I searched for tissue papers in my pocket and took out one for me and one for the small Professor.

He spoke while he accepted the tissue: "B-beautiful..."

Finally, the tears I tried to hold back fell down. Happiness and proudness mixed with touchiness, unworthiness and gratitude filled my heart. I never thought that I could be a good singer who makes someone even cry. This was the greatest compliment I have ever received.

He nodded for thank you and placed the paper in the middle of his face to empty out his nose. This trumpet like noise brought everyone back or made everyone to compose themselves.

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick said: "Please, sing again... for me. Would you?"

The short man looked with his big, red puffed eyes at me.

I nodded and gulped to suppress more tears of touchiness.

"I-I" barely able to speak I coughed and tried again.

"This... song is one of... my favorite one." I managed to say.

I sat down on the chair, waved with my wand at the frogs to get them the right notes and tried my best to not cry again.

"Thank you so much, Royalty. Now come beside me and enjoy this one," I thought and smiled at Ro.

He plodded to me and lied next to my feet.  

I made my voice ready and tried some notes. Then I sang again, only a different song.  

(Imagine by Emeli Sandé)


I lost myself again in the song and didn't realized that I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair very relaxed while I sang.  

But this time there wasn't silence when I stopped; little, unsteady sobs filled the room.  

I opened my eyes to see that Professor McGonagal, Sprout and Flitwick cried slightly, while Professor Dumbledore dabbed his eyes. Looking down at Royalty I saw that his eyes were watered, too!

"I never thought that animals could cry." I said to him.

"Well, nor did I!" He sniveled.

Again touched by this unworthy feedback I looked curiously at Professor Snape, the only left person I hadn't observed. 

I looked at him and all my touchiness, proudness and happiness flooded away. It was replaced with melancholy, pain and sorrow. His features were soft and plain but sorrowful as if he remembered something beautiful in the past which was a painful, bitter sweet, memory. The Professor was that lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that I stood up and walked towards him. Only when I was right in front of him and looked up in his beautiful face, he realized me.  

He looked at me very dull and empty and then I had a feeling of I could see through his soul. Right there I had a vision.



I saw a young boy, maybe 11 years old with black hair and very familiar to Snape. He was hiding behind a cupboard and looked between a slit at a man with a bottle in his hand and standing in front of something on the ground with his legs apart.

He screamed: "Where is he?! Your monster!"

He looked livid around the room, like a hungry hyena. The man threw a few shelves and chairs across the room; some furniture broke and all the loose parts flew around the room. He went back again and looked down. 

"Your dirty, filthy blood! And I thought I could cure your dirtiness! But now, after this letter from that school for freaks and dirty invalids, you and your monster will pay for your filth!!" The man threw the bottle in front of him where he was looking and talking at. The sound of shattered glass mixed with a weak scream. Then the man walked out, scrunching the glass on the floor and banged the door shut. He climbed down the stairs and finally banged another, more heavier door shut.

After a few moments of silence a little whimper was heard and only then the boy dared to leave his hide-out. He walked through the destroyed room towards a devastated, scared and in blood covered woman who was curled up in a ball and cried.  

The boy scrunched a glass piece which caused the woman to look up. She was beautiful! Black, silky locks covered her folded body, high cheek bones made her night black eyes stand out and her long, wet eyelashes embraced them every time they shut, her paleness, which seemed to compete with the moon, intensified the deep, dark red of the little blood rivers down her face and hands.

"Severus," her silkily voice whispered.

The boy looked down at her and suddenly fell in her arms, hugging her.

"I promise you, I won't let him harm you anymore, mother. Never!" the boy sobbed.

"Ssshhh, Severus. Don't cry. See, nothing happened," the woman tried to calm down her son.

"How can you say this, mother? Nothing happened? Do you call this 'nothing'?"

"Ssshhh, everything will be alright." She said only.

After swallowing his tears the little boy said with more determination: "I won't go to Hogwarts, I won't! I will never let you hurt again! I will stay here with-"

He was interrupted by his mother who turned him around to face him.

"You will go to Hogwarts! Have you heard me? You will!" She said stern and looked at her boy seriously.

"But, mother, I can't -"

"You will go to Hogwarts. You will go to Hogwarts." The boy was interrupted again.

"You will attend classes in Hogwarts and you will go there with Lily Evans to learn more about our being and powers. You will go to Hogwarts! You will go to Hogwarts and you will learn more about potions!" The woman repeated.

Mentioning that name 'Lily Evans' seemed that something unleashed in the boy and he considered again.  

Finally, he nodded while more tears rolled down his cheeks.

"That's my boy. And you know, if you go to Hogwarts and be very hardworking and always receive outstanding marks, you will make your mother very proud and happy! Moreover, Hogwarts is the safest place in the world. He can't find you there, you are safe then!" she said relieved and with glistening eyes.

"But you need to be safe, not me," the boy said.

"I am safe as long you are safe, my dear." She kissed him on the forehead and took him in her arms.

Then she started to sing a beautiful, never heard melody, and the boy started to dose off slowly. All the worries, solicitudes and sorrow carried away and replaced by comfort, excitement and love.



The images resolved and I looked in pitch black eyes. Tears rolling down my face and my legs shaking. I tried to speak but I couldn't. I reached out my hand but right then I fell down on my knees. The hard stones crashed against my knees and I felt some wetness on my shin but I didn't care. What I saw was that shocking and somber that I couldn't think about something else. I was devastated!

"Was this an insight of Snape's childhood? Has he lived in such circumstances? Was he forced to grew up like this?!" I thought and more tears rolled down my cheeks.

Suddenly, Professor Snape lifted me by my shoulders up. Only then I realized that his face hardened again and his expressions were the same old one, which I saw the very first time.

I dried my tears and decided to stop crying. 

"I-I am, sor-sorry, Professor." I whispered. "I won't sing again." I added in the same loudness.

He blinked surprised and skeptical but also a little sad. He let go of me when I was seated safely in the chair.

"Miss Charmé, you have a very beautiful and magic talent. Your voice is pure, golden silk. You make people get lost in the melody you sing. Wonderful!"

I looked at Professor Flitwick who said this. I wondered then that they didn't realized why I fell down or what happened. I looked back at Snape to see if he noticed that I saw his childhood. He looked as always, unreadable, stern and disregarded. But his eyes were fixed at me like bees on flowers.

"He noticed that, Galaxy," I said to me in my mind.

"I may agree to Filius. You sing beautifully, my child!" Professor Sprout said and reminded me that these people were praising me and I should be saying politely 'Thank you'.

I only smiled lightly in return, to didn't seem too unmannered. But honestly, I didn't care, not after that vision. I looked again at Snape who was still looking at me.

"I never heard something that beautiful. One may think you're a veela or a nymph. Because they were the only one who made me cry by singing, in fact they were the only one who made me ever cry!" Professor McGonagal said to me. That made me wonder. I heard about nymphs but only in context of Greek myths and I didn't believe they really exist.

"And veela? What is a veela? Maybe I have found a good reason to go to the library on my own and not as always with Hermione," I thought.

"Well, after so much praise, what should I add? Filius is our music, choir and orchestra teacher and when he praises you then you should believe him!" Dumbledore chuckled at Flitwick and he laughed in return.

"Severus, wouldn't you say something?" the headmaster asked him very suspiciously.  

I looked at him and he looked at me what seemed to be all the time after I fell down.

"I say that it's already late and Miss Charmé needs to go to her next class, isn't it Astronomy?" He rose his eyebrow.

I nodded and wondered how he knew that. Usually I had no classes that late. This one was only an exception.

"Well, then let me escort you to the astronomy tower," he said.

"Why does he offer me to bring me to the next class but moreover, why on earth does he offer me anything at all?! Wasn't I his top annoying student after Harry and the twins?" I asked myself.

"No, please, it would only make a fuss for you professor. You are not used to climb those stairs to the very top of the building. You are only used of your dungeons and this room," I said.  

The headmaster giggled.

"She has a point, Severus," McGonagal retorted for her insult earlier by Snape.

Snape only pursed his lips and clenched his jaw.

"I don't want him to escort me because I have to go to the Forbidden Forrest first! Additionally, avoiding him after this vision would be the best, because no one would like to find out some strangers his or her deepest memories, especially when they are that extreme!" I thought.

"Detention, Miss Charmé. And I assure you that you won't have to sing a lullaby." Snape hissed between his teeth.

"Damn! That's for avoiding him as much as possible!"

"When?" I asked innocently.

He looked at me with more scorn. "Tomorrow, 9 pm. Be on time or otherwise it will be more worst!"

I smiled triumphal. "Tomorrow's detention with Hagrid at your desire." I winked at him.

"Carefully, Galaxy! You are playing with fire!" I said to me.

"Yeah! Lambast this ugly wanker! Go, Galaxy!" Royalty said and I wondered when he learned such a word.

"Well, I hope you are free after your Astronomy class today because unfortunately you will spend today's night with detention." My mouth dropped open and my confidence dropped down on the floor as well. He smirked evilly.

"Oh, how I hate him right now! Only God and Royalty could tell!!"

"But, I ... homework ... and ... and..." I searched for an excuse to get to the meeting with Mr. Black and Harry.

He looked at me satisfied and walked away. While walking away he asked innocently: "Still not interested to be escorted by me?"  

I could swear that he was smirking if not sniggering inaudible.  

I was boiling with anger!

I snorted angrily and said: "No, thank you!"

"Old jerk!" I added in my mind.

Then the door shut. I turned around and looked at the headmaster.

"I think I shouldn't have asked him to say something," he tried to say this guilty but it didn't quite work because he suppressed a giggle.

I glared at him.

"But I have to agree, your classes will start very soon, I think you may leav-"

"Albus, if you don't mind, can I ask her something?" Flitwick asked very excited. He was that excited that he interrupted the headmaster!

But Dumbledore seemed to be amused by that. In fact, he seemed to be amused by everything! I believe, even by a very huge spider on his face, in the middle of the night, while he is sleeping!

"Of course, just ask her right away, or you might explode!" He giggled.

"Thank you, Albus. Well, Miss Charmé, would you like to be part of the Hogwarts School choir? Or if you play an instrument, part of the Hogwarts School orchestra?" the little teacher asked with a beamy face.

I shook my head after remembering the little boy in my vision.

"No, I don't think I would match into a choir or orchestra," I said.

"I can't even play an instrument!" I lied to him. I can play on the piano actually but I don't like playing in school choirs or something. I didn't even do this in my last school!

"You won't match or you don't want to or is there something else?" asked the headmaster curiously. I sighed annoyed in my head. He somehow reminded me of the Weasley twins.

"Why does he immediately know when someone's hiding something from him?"

"There is nothing else, headmaster. I just won't match."

I looked at the music teacher then. "And I am very sorry for declining your request. I hope you respect my decision."

Looking at the teacher who's heart nearly broke by my refusal and his cherish smile which transformed into a forced half-smile made me feel very guilty. But remembering Snape... it would tear him apart to hear me sing again. And I couldn't do this to him.  

Professor Flitwick nodded and sniffed to hide more tears while Professor McGonagal put a hand on her little colleague's shoulder for support.  

"I am sorry, but I can't..."

"Oh, it's alright, my dear! But please when you sing again, let me know." I immediately smiled. He was that cute!! I just wanted to hold him in my arms and never wanted to let him go!

"Of course!"

I looked back at the headmaster and said: "I think I should leave now. My class will start soon."

He nodded.

"Well, then, off you go! Enjoy your Astronomy class. Today's night is very fortunate and special, by the way. It will be very fortunate, not only for your Astronomy class," he looked with his sparkling blue eyes at me and smiled broadly.

"Does he know something or why did he say something indicating?" I thought.

"Good night, Professors." I said and bent down awekwardly as I did in the back room of the Great Hall when Harry's name flew out the goblet.

Then I rushed out with Royalty and looked at my watch while some noises of frogs and giggling came from the office.

"8 min. until my period will start."

I looked at Royalty down and said: "We will make it! If not in time then with 10min lateness."

He nodded and we rushed down the endless stairs of Hogwarts.

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