This is my first ever story that I have put on the net so please rate and review, I'll do a couple more chapters, but if no one likes it then…I suppose I'll have to stop writing!

Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once so listen up, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! All the characters that you recognize belong to her, Sienne and her family belong to me.

Once upon a time, in a town far, far away, lay a girl flat-faced in the snow. She was no natural beauty, but had her own cute, little charm. She was 17, called Sienne Lesage and was having her Christmas holidays at her parent's house in beautiful northern France. She spent every Christmas at her parent's because she had no reason not to. You see, she went to Beauxbatons School of witchcraft and she had no real friends. At Beauxbatons, they taught young, pretty girls how to become "proper ladies" as well as magic. Unfortunately, she was very clumsy and managed to fail almost all of her etiquette exams. But her parents paid the fees and so the school decided that they would try to make the best of her seeing as she was incredibly good at one thing: charms.

In her OWLS, she had gotten her only O in charms but also, fortunately, scraped an E in both transfiguration and defence against the dark arts. Now, she was in her 7th year, which was also her NEWTS year, and the uprising threat of You-Know-Who was making it increasingly difficult to study for these exams, as there was always a shadow hanging over everyone's mind. There had been a recent attack on a nearby village where over 60 had been killed.

Sienne lifted her head and blinked her big grey eyes; her mother was calling her in. She got up and walked slowly to the quaint cottage that lay in the heart of a wizarding village, but as she approached the door her mum tutted.

"Honestly, Sienne! Brush the snow out of your hair, you look like you have appalling dandruff!" scalded her mother, in French, as she fussed over her daughter, "You know you shouldn't get snow on your head as it contrasts so much with your dark hair colour!"

"Sorry, mum." Sienne muttered as she stepped passed her mother into the kitchen of her sweet, little home. It was a typical French kitchen but with little, magical oddities such as self-cleaning pans and bottles of herbs that no muggle could have heard of. Sienne hung up her coat and walked into the sitting room. She was about to slump into the squishy sofa but stopped short when she saw who was in the room.

"Sienne, look who it is! Grandma Lorielle has come to visit for Christmas and she's been dying to see you!" explained Marietta, Sienne's mother, as she scurried into the room with a tray of red wine and biscuits.

"Sienne! Darling! How are you? But, looking at the state of you, I wouldn't guess well." Greeted Lorielle as she studied her grand daughter with a criticizing eye. "What did I tell you last year about rolling in the snow?"

"I wasn't rolling, I fell!" protested Sienne, but she could tell that no one believed her.

After 4 days of being told not to slouch ("I wasn't!"), or being given the old eye by her grandmother, it was finally Christmas day. Sienne ran down the stairs before her mother told her that ladies didn't run and sat down in front of the Christmas tree where her mother and grandma were already seated.

Her father wasn't there; he hadn't been for 5 years as a rouge troll had killed him in a busy week of work. He had worked in the department of dangerous animal control so there was always the risk of death, but the loss of her husband had broken Marietta's heart and it took 3 long years to get over it. Sienne longed for her father to be there but knew that even if he wanted to he couldn't be and silently wished him a happy Christmas.

Her mother passed her the first present of the day and the gift opening started.

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Sienne stepped into the giant horse-drawn carriage wearing her brand new earrings. Her mother had actually bought her something nice for Christmas instead of the usual herbology books; she wasn't even good at herbology! She was smiling happily until she saw Christine D'eau wearing the exact same earrings. She knew that she was going to have take her own earrings off before Christine saw, otherwise she would get a curse or two for trying to "look pretty". Now, not in a very good mood, Sienne went to sit in a corner so she could brood over her NEWT exams.

As she opened her eyes, Sienne wondered for a second why her headmistress was screaming like a banshee whilst pointing towards the exits, but she suddenly realised that about 50 figures with white masks were at the entrance of the carriage. Sienne suddenly realised what this meant; death eaters were attacking Beauxbatons!

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Well, wasn't that exciting! If you want to know what happens next then please rate and review! I'll try to get the next chapter up by next week but I can't make any promises.