AN: In this story, my OC's Sapphire and Amy are the main characters in this Disney/Harry Potter crossover. Some bits are going to be a little bit different, but all is going to end happily, like Disney tales have a habit of doing.
SJS
In a somewhat dark and dusty attic, two children explore their surroundings. One child, Esmeralda, with black hair and shinning green eyes like the stone she was named for, waved over the other child, a boy called Jasper.
"Come look and see what I've found, Jazz," she said.
"It's a little too dark to see much, what did you find?"
"A book," she said happily, and Jasper went over to open the blind, so that his sister might read it for them both.
A shaft of golden light fell across the entire room, but Esmeralda was only interested in the book.
It lay on a dark blue velvet sheet, and the cover was golden in colour. In the two top corners were little birds, and in the bottom corners were little mice.
The title of this beautiful book was Sapphire And Armitista.
Both children looked at each other with gleeful excitement. Sapphire and Armitista were their ancestors, princesses and later on, queens of Hogwarts Castle. (Not a school in this story)
"Go on, sis. Read the story of our ancestors," Jasper urged her.
"Okay," she said happily, and began to read.
"Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a tiny kingdom- peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here, in a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman and his little daughter, Sapphire. Her cousin, Armitista, lived with them, too, having been orphaned at a young age.
Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved daughter and niece every luxury and comfort, still, he felt they needed a mother's care." Here, Esme showed her twin brother an image of two young girls. One was wearing a dark blue dress with little bows, and her black hair was tied back with a red ribbon. She was running her hand along the back of a brown horse, as it drank from a biggish pond.
"That's Sapphire," Esme smiled.
The other girl in the picture was wearing a light purple dress with a white ribbon, and her black hair was pulled back in a pink ribbon. She was patting a little brown dog, and beside her, her uncle smiled as he watched them both.
"That's Armitista," Jasper said.
Esme nodded, and carried on with the story.
"And so, he married again, choosing for his second wife a woman of good family, with two daughters just his own children's age, by name, Pansy and Millicent.
It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother's true nature was revealed. Cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of her stepdaughters charm and beauty, she was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters.
Thus, as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair. For the family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish stepsisters, while Sapphire and Armitista were abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become servants in their own house. And yet, through it all, they remained ever gentle and kind. For with each dawn, they found new hope that someday their dreams of happiness would come true."
One early morning, four bluebirds fly around a tower, landing on a balcony. They open little green curtains with their beaks, illuminating the attic, which was now a bedroom for Sapphire and Armitista.
They lay in bed, covering their faces with one arm, whilst lying on the other. Amy wore a nightgown of faded lavender, whilst Sapphire wore one of faded light blue.
The birds land, and whistle a little tune in order to wake the two girls up.
The girls groaned slightly, and rolled over, covering their heads slightly with their pillows.
Two bluebirds flew to Armitista, and the other two flew to Sapphire. One lifted up their plait, and the other whistled again. It sounded melodious and pretty.
In response to this, however, the two girls grabbed their pillows again, covering their heads completely, and their faces were planted into the mattress. (Yes, they share a bed, but only because their stepmother won't get them another one)
The birds all whistle at each other, confused. Two shrug their shoulders as they sit on the faded maroon duvet. One of the other birds hops along to Sapphire and ducks under her pillow, causing her to giggle. Armitista sees this, and as one of the birds whistles, she crawls her dainty fingers up to it, and flicks it gently. The bird jumps into the air, flies over to the bedpost at the foot of the bed, and glares at her. Sapphire and Armitista laugh together.
"Well, it serves you right, spoiling people's best dreams," Sapphire chuckles as she sits up. The birds fly back to the window, indicating the pink hued sky.
"Yes, it is a lovely morning,' says Armitista with a smile. After many years of living in Scotland, her Italian accent had faded a considerable deal, but it was still noticeable when she was excited or upset.
"But it was a lovely dream, too," Sapphire smiles, as she pulls her hair out of it's plaits.
The bluebirds come back, and perch on her knees.
"What kind of a dream?" She asks, and when they nod, she shakes her head. "Mmm-mmm. Can't tell."
"Why?" asks her cousin.
"Because, Amy" she says, using the name that was less of a mouthful, "If you tell a wish, it won't come true."
Amy smiles, knowing where Sapphire is going with this.
"And after all:
A Dream is a wish your heart makes," she sang and the birds sat down.
Other birds listened as Amy sang "When you're fast asleep."
"In dreams you will lose your heartaches," one of the birds let out a trilled note, and another covered its mouth with a glare. "Shh," it said.
"Whatever you wish for you keep," the bird that had trilled a note, flew back inside and trilled another on one of the posts of the bed.
The two smiled.
"Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through,"
"Shall we finish off together, Amy?" Sapphire asked, and she nodded.
As they brushed their hair, they sang, "No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish, will come true." Aside from birds, the two young ladies also kept pet mice, who also came to listen to the song.
BONG!
It was the clock from Hogwarts castle, chiming out the hour, and making everybody jump violently.
"Oh, that clock!" Amy said, as she sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, before Sapphire followed suit.
"Old Killjoy." Sapphire mumbled.
I hear you. "Come on, get up," you say." Amy told it.
"Time to start another day," Sapphire finished for her.
"Even he orders us around. Well, there's one thing, they can't order us to stop dreaming." Amy said, and Sapphire grinned.
"And perhaps someday... the dreams that we wish will come true." she said.
Much happier than before, the two begin to dance around the small room, getting ready for another day. The birds assist with the making of the bed and fluff up the pillows, as the two girls duck behind a large screen and undress. A female mouse shoos the others away.
Meanwhile, on the night stand, birds and mice pour cold water into a bowl. Two birds hold a sponge, which they then place into the bowl. However, because wet things are heavy, it takes six birds to carry it. They soak Amy and Sapphire, as other birds hang up their nightgowns.
They set out the old dresses and black aprons, and pull out ribbons to tie the girls' hair back with. A few mice sew up some holes, and even polish their black shoes, which the girls slip their feet into, and face the mirror.
"No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true," they sang as they finished tidying up.
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On the other side of the town, in Hogwarts Castle, two young boys face an elderly man with a sweeping beard, hair, and the oddest taste in clothes they had ever seen on someone. King Dumbledore had taken the two boys in at an early age, when there was a revolution in their home countries of Russia and Japan. They had grown up in safety, not wanting for much. Their names were Kein and Kambi, and King Dumbledore, patient though he was, was concerned about marrying them off.
"Well, my boys," he said. "As you are aware, tonight is our Summer Solstice Ball, and you know what that means."
"That we're celebrating the arrival of summer, Sir?" Kein asked, and King Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled.
With a laugh, he nodded. "Well, there is that, but there is also the matter of your future. You two are quite old enough to marry, and so tonight, I want you two to find a girl who can be a suitable wife and mother."
The two boys flushed darkly, but nodded.
"You may go," he said, "But first, would either of you care for a lemon drop?" He asked, and the two politely declined.
Once out of his hearing, Kein rolled his eyes.
"Honestly. Every single girl in the kingdom will be throwing themselves at our feet," he said.
"I know. I want a girl that's down-to-earth, pretty, and with sparkling eyes that I can compare to a beautiful gemstone. Also, I'd like her to have a European accent, like French or Italian. Not German, that's far too guttural and harsh," said Kambi.
Kein lifted an eyebrow, and nodded. "Impressive. I wouldn't mind a girl like that, either. Although, I'd prefer her accent be more English. Not American or Australian, but British or Kiwi." Kein said.
"Sounds good. But, of course, we probably won't find girls like that," Kambi said.
"Oh, you never know. Somebody, like say, Hermione, might be able to help."
AN: Hope you guys enjoy this.