A/N: Hullo, everyone! So this is something that I've had in my head for a long time, and I thought that since I don't really have much else going on here, I'd write it down and post it. I'd like to just preface this by saying that I'm not thrilled with this intro, but I wanted to just set up the story. Also, I'm not really sure how comfortable I am writing in first person, but I want to try all different kinds of perspectives and writing styles, so cut me a little slack if it's not amazing - but don't hesitate to let me know what needs to be fixed, or if you have any questions, or anything. I live for reviews, so please please please leave some feedback, and tell me what you like and don't like or what should be changed or what doesn't make sense.

Ummm... Oh, yeah. Juliet and her family are the only things that are mine; everything else (including quite alot of the dialogue and plot) is J.K.'s, and well done, her. She's great.

So, thank y'all for reading - Intro and Chapter 1 this week, and if y'all like it, I'll post some more. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Introduction

My name is Juliet Nerissa Pontmercy. You may not have heard of me, and that wouldn't surprise me at all. My friends and my husband like to joke that I'm the forgotten member of Harry Potter's gang, and I've never really minded – I suppose I'm not that interesting. But I thought maybe I could write my story, just to clear things up for the future generations of my family. Who knows? Maybe someday, somebody outside the family will even read it. In any case, here goes.

My mum was English – a pureblood, although she and her brothers were some of the only ones left in the family – but then, her brothers didn't marry purebloods, either. My dad was French. They met when she was a sixth year at Hogwarts and he was a seventh year at Beauxbatons, at the Quidditch World Cup. She'd caught his eye the first day their families had arrived at the campsite, they'd gotten to know each other over the week they were there before the World Cup had actually started, and the rest, as they say, is history. My Uncle Cassius married a Muggle, who taught a literature class at a local high school, and my other uncle, Oswald, married a Muggle-born witch whose parents both worked in television. Well, as soon as they met my mum, my aunts made it their goal to introduce her to the wonders of Muggle culture, particularly Muggle literature and television. While Mum wasn't particularly impressed with the television, she became obsessed with William Shakespeare, and that's how my name came about.

Now the difficult stuff. My dad was killed in the First Wizarding War, while my mum was pregnant with me, and she kind of lost it. I mean, she could still function, but they'd been together for ten years by the time I came along, and it's difficult to just have to carry on when the biggest part of your life just isn't there anymore. Anyways, my aunts and uncles stepped in to help with me, I went to a regular Muggle school until I was eleven, and then I received my letter from Hogwarts.