Princess' Cover Story

A HariPo freeverse piece

by mew-tsubaki

Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not to me. This pairing is a Mew and Mor's Weird Pairing, which you may find in the M&MWP forum (see my profile for details). Check out and join the forum FUN! Read, review, and enjoy! Originally written for Morghen.

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"Left my world, left me alone

Locked inside, head becomes my home

Inside a hole, buried like a bone

I'm sure you had your reasons"

—Mudvayne, "A Cinderella Story"

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Here it is: my

T.E.L.L-A.L.L

"Girl hated Mummy,

but she loved Daddy,

who one day brought her to the

store.

But it came to light—

for she was very b*r*i*g*h*t—

that it was anything but a

B O R E."

Tch.

Poetic, isn't it?

I think it's sickeningly s_w_e_e_t, too

BUT

(here's how the true story panned out)…

Sure, I was a little girl once

However, even the youngest ones

can appreciate…

youth in all its glory

I, myself, was drawn in by the

c_r-a_f-t_s-m_a-n_s-h_i-p

(& just—by chance—you, the then

apprentice)

The wands were all

"sparkly"prettyamazingmagical

I was a little overwhelmed

(& only six then, but infatuation must start

s…o…m…e…w…h…e…r…e)

You came along

&& gave me a sincere (&…dare I say…cute) smile

I probably melted like a ruddy fool

But…

You didn't notice

That, I will always remember

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Sure, I couldn't get a wand

(then)

But you were helpfulpatientk~i~n~d

& you c_h_a_r_m_e_d that young girl

off her feet

To this day,

I…don't think anyone's ever

had the same

e—f—f—e—c—t

But the years went on

& I wishedprayeddreamed

of the day when you'd look at me

—see through me—

&& help me make the biggest choice of a witch's life

(and I hoped for your fingers to dance gingerly on my wand arm, too)

All too soon,

it was my 11th birthday

&& I…

had only one present that I wanted

I. GOT. IT.

You smiled&laughed&patted my head & said

you envied my confidence in myself

And I wouldn't understand until

somuch

L.A.T.E.R.

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You thought I wouldn't notice

(you silly, once-handsome idiot)

but I felt your eyes

on me

First was the urge to…look out for me

Protect me

which made sense

I visited so often, you must've thought me a

sibling

but your grandfather (Ollivander the third, for whom you were named the fourth as you father wanted nothing to do with the family business)

wanted you focused on your trade

I don't blame him

You were even b:e:t:t:e:r than him at your work

I don't blame YOU, either

You were g then

& hormones still rage well into early (& late)

adulthood

I just didn't expect my Van to

blow up

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I was finishing school

All eyes were on me

(some for other reason…)

I was smart

beautiful

& a pureblood

Honestly, I was the

BEST catch around

So Lucius began courting me

Reluctance—

I felt it

Annoyance—

he caused it, all right

Confusion—

that one belonged to

you

& welled up in me

I didn't

chat

about those frivolous matters

But I wondered:

what did y–o–u think

of all of it?

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At 19,

I finally had a slip of

contentment

Yes, my father had negotiated my hand for that damned Abraxas' son

But I didn't w;a;n;t that

&& you (finally) voiced my

concerns

"The Black family is still somewhat respectable"

"The Malfoys are underhanded, sneaky creeps"

"He'll

R U I N

You"

You said these things

with a near

manic

look in your eye

My mouth hung open,

for you'd never been so

outspoken

&& you seized that golden chance to literally steal my

BREATH

So what if you were almost twice my age then?

What does age matter in a society where the people can almost live

FoReVeR?

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Wow

Just wow

I still can't believe I managed to keep you for as long as I did

I won't ever regret going behind Lucius' back

You often said you were so happy with my love

&& that my strong sense of self

rubbed off on you

With me by your side, you

s*h*i*n*e*d

But nothing lasts forever

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Merlin, I was the love-blind twit

Here's a funny note:

Do you remember my nickname?

"Narc"

(ugh, because "Cissy" came from that bastard)

I recall

my snide remark

"Short for what, 'narcotics'?"

*insert laugh here*

& with a soft gaze my way,

you kissed me

(tenderly, as always)

&& told me yes, that

I was your

DRUG

&& I smiled against innumerable kisses

not realizing

that your Narcotic

was

wearing

you

down

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Damn it all, you

CRUSHED

BROKE

TORE

S-H_A=T(T#E!R)E;D

me

Screw you

You left without any notice

I had no chance

I had to stewstewstew over WHY you'd leave

The best I figured (which I'm sure is right)

was that—while I complemented you—

I, too, cast you into the light when you wanted to be in the shadows

(that's why you "went away to better your work," right?)

&& I didn't see you again

until years later,

much later, when the effect of your

Narcotic

had worn off

& you looked like hell & as if decades had passed

I'm sorry, luv—Van

I didn't want to be the reason you look as if you were born at the time of your shop's founding

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Well, this is prolly a crack pairing. All the possibilities—plot bunnies!—are here and awaiting their stories/oneshots/freeverses… And I hope others write for Ollivissa, too! Oh, and cookies to anyone who catches the Rasmus easter egg. ;P

Thanks for reading, and please review!

-mew-tsubaki ;3

Thanks as always to Morghen for beta'ing! X)

2017 note: Ahhh, I still am fond of this old FV. :') It was so long, I called it a "freeshot" as the time—the freeverse version of a oneshot, since it was so long. XD But I loooove the story here, with a young Narcissa charmed by the young, handsome Mr. Garrick Ollivander. -w-