Author's Note: I know I still have the ending of "Worth of a Man" to post but I couldn't wait any longer. The first few chapters of this have been getting moldy on my hard drive for ages. For anyone who has read WoaM, this is not the same universe but it will have some things in common. All of the Christian names I have picked for the Amis and a short note on how I imagine them to look can be found on my profile page (thank you TW and Sythar for making me realize that's the best place to put such things, I hope you don't think I'm ripping you off by starting this series).

I'm also ripping off "Bridget Jones' Diary" of all things. Enjolras as Bridget. Really. I knew drinking all of Grantaire's alcohol to try and make him quit was a bad idea.

In addition, each book has a short poem by Prouvaire that gives the book its title but you won't see the poem until the end.

Naturally, I will be extremely grateful to anyone who reviews. And now, on we go.

Revolutions, Great and Small

Book one

Rekindling the Fire

15th December, 1830

Revolutions completed – 1

Point of completed revolutions considering that we've just exchanged one bad government for another – 0

Revolutions to be planned – 1 (hopefully)

This is Adrien Denis Enjolras, starting this diary for administrative purposes.

Discovered lately that head is in too much disarray to properly contain affairs of secret revolutionary organization. Fear that, if do not quickly find a way to put things in order and remember them, it may be hurtful to Cause. Have debated for a long time whether risk of putting dealings of self and aforementioned organization on paper is warranted. Written account of our endeavors will mean putting not only self but other members in danger. However, decided that, in view of enormous campaign we will be undertaking, will be impossible to rely on self's memory alone.

As a precaution, I'm writing in Latin in the hopes that anyone unfamiliar with the language will simply consider these pages schoolwork. In addition, will do everything in my power to keep this diary from falling into the hands of policemen, government agents and enemies of the People.

This brings me to my reason for deciding upon being more organized.

The People of France are once again being oppressed by the enemies of Liberty. Despite all promises, the Revolution has brought us nothing but disappointment. (And bullet holes like the one in my shoulder which is only now starting to look healed.) We have exchanged one tyrannical monarch for another and the People of our country still rots in poverty. (Is 'rot' a good word? Obviously, the People is something beautiful and sacred and I'm not sure I should think of it as 'rotting'…)

I am now convinced more than ever that only a republic will answer the endless cries for justice and equality that seem to fill my ears even when I sleep. It is now up to us, the men of this country, to save it.

Have reassembled Les Amis de l'ABC and intend to hold a meeting tonight at the backroom of Café Musain. There is no time to waste. We need to start planning for a new revolution. And this time we will truly fight for freedom. No more martyrs will die for the benefit of an overfed king who is deaf to the pleas of the People.

We were young and naïve when we joined the rest of Paris on the streets this summer. We believed that the fire in our hearts would brighten the darkness of the night and bring about a better tomorrow. Since then, we have grown older. Winter has come and the cold surrounds us again. The cold in the hearts of our government, the cold that kills the poor on the streets, the cold in the eyes of the heroes who died and never had their sacrifice honoured with the fulfillment of the ideals they gave their lives for.

I understand now that it will take a lot of effort and planning before we can fight our way to the future we all long for. And I, Adrien Enjolras, solemnly vow to devote my thoughts, my efforts and my life to the Cause.

As I write this, I am certain that the same oath will be on the lips and in the hearts of my comrades. And if we die in service of our country, through these pages, let us not be forgotten.