This story takes place about 20 years after the revolution. Based on the movie.
P.O.V.: Enjolras Pontmercy
I sighed in front of the mirror. I had my dad Marius's sandy hair and freckles, and my mother Cosette's sky blue eyes. My personality was also more like my fathers. Although I was caring like my mother, I had the loyalty, bravery and respect of my father. At least, that's what my they say.
I heard a knock on my door, and my father walked in. He had that sad look on his face that he always had when he thought about his past. We sat on my bed and he said: "you're going to fight in the revolution. Don't try to deny it; you're too much like me to stand aside a battle for equality." "I really want to do this dad, please let me." I pleaded. My father chuckled. "I would never try to stop you, you would go anyway." I wanted to deny that, but found out that it was true, he could forbid me anything and I would have listened, but the revolution was something I couldn't stay away from.
"I want to know why now, I want to know what lit this flame." my father said and I replied proud: "we didn't light this flame, it was lit twenty years ago by a group of students called: les amis." my father's expression became even more sad at this name. "They fought for the poor, but they lost, and they all died, but their flame was still there, smouldering in the undergrowth, and it has flared up now, and we will finish what they started. Their names have gone but their ideas have not." I told him, and he seemed proud, not only of me but also of something else, something I didn't know.
"I have to tell you that you're wrong." my father said, and at my confused expression he explained: "not all the members of les amis died at the barricades, one of them survived the revolution." I was shocked; one of the elder revolutionaries was alive! Then came happiness, he could help us, keep us together, make strategies, he knows what not to do! When I managed to speak in complete sentences again I asked him who this man was, and where he was. "He," my father answered "is sitting right in front of you". My jaw dropped. My own father, was part of the group that inspired me, he was the survivor of an attempt to revolution we thought everyone had died in!
"Close your mouth son, you might choke on a fly." my father said chuckling. "But now the reason I really came here." he said suddenly all serious again. "I want you to know who you're named after, because you were named after heroes. Enjolras Valjean Pontmercy, it suits you well I suppose." My father explained how I was named after the leader of les amis, and that my middle name came from the man who took care of my mother, and saved my father from the barricades. I was honoured. My father told me I was born to do great things. That I would succeed my journey, whatever it was. I heard pride in his voice and I was nervous, nervous I would not succeed, that I would not make it, but I pushed that thought away. I had to focus on revolution.
P.O.V.: Marius Pontmercy
I was on the couch, waiting for Enjolras to come home because he was late from the market. I didn't worry, he can take care of himself, but he was late for half an hour now. Then I heard the door and Enjolras walked in. He looked like he had seen a ghost, but I knew better, I have had this look on my own face often enough. Enjolras was madly in love.
"Let me guess, you saw a girl on the street but she was gone in a moment and now you feel as if you just learned the purpose of your life, like you all this time lived in the dark and she turned in the light." I stated, knowing how I felt when I first saw Cosette, and how I still feel when I look at her. "It was just... One look and I saw the kindness in her eyes, the sadness in her posture that I want to drive away. Yes, she's beautiful, with long black curls and soft green eyes, but that doesn't matter." I knew I had to leave this topic alone, so I asked his if I could come to a meeting of his friends and he said that he was about to leave for one, so I went along.
Enjolras was quite distracted and that didn't surprise me. We were lucky I knew where we were going. I recognised the route because we were going to the place my friends and I always met to talk about the revolution. When we came upstairs, I fist noticed the holes in the floor where some of my friends were shot, the small specks of Enjolras seniors blood on the windowsill, in other words, the bad times. Then I saw the knife marks in the tables and the walls, the scratches and wine marks on the floor where an angry Enjolras would smash Grantaire's bottles if he was too drunk again and the corner behind the stairs where Gavroche always hid and a small smile formed at these thoughts.
Enjolras introduced me to his friends. There was the leader, Philippe, who was just like Enjolras senior, Jacque, who was as drunk as Grantaire, Antoine, who was caring as Courfeyac and little Jean who was hiding in Gavroche's old hideout. When I introduced myself as Marius Pontmercy, Antoine gasped and I knew he heard about me. The others were confused; it was like my son said: names had faded. "Are you... But you can't... they said that..." Antony tried to say. "Yes I am that Marius, no I'm not dead, yes they said everyone died because they thought that everyone had. I was the only survivor..." suddenly I noticed the holes and the blood again. The death of my friends.
Because nobody else understood, I explained who I was and the jaws of the young revolutionaries dropped. I also told them that this was the very place we met, and how much they reminded me of my old friends, how there were the roles again, Pierre as the leader, Jacque as the drunk, Antoine as the all men's friend and Jean who would spy on everyone. Then Enjolras asked what once was my part, which now was his, and I told him that he could figure that out on his own and that, in his heart, he already knew. He thought about it but I knew that he got distracted.
Halfway through the meeting I heard Jean whistling a tune, but not just a tune, that was the tune of our song! He was whistling: do you hear the people sing! I asked him where he heard that song and he told me his grandparents softly sang is sometime, but he forgot the lyrics. His parents were probably around nine years old during the revolution, but his grandparents would know the song. I told them that it was the song of my revolution, and learned them the lyrics. Now it was the song of their revolution too.
Suddenly Enjolras veered up next to me. He whispered what he thought was his role, and I told him he was right. The others were curious. They noticed Enjolras's dreamy looks today, and now he had to tell them. Pierre got impatient. "What are you hiding from us Enjolras?" he asked. Enjolras was nervous, but answered: "I-It's just since this afternoon. It's that there is more in my life now that just the revolution. That's the role my father had, and is now mine... I'm the one that's madly in love."