Disclaimer: Oh, here we go again… no, surprise, surprise, I do not own the HP universe.
The prologue is very short, I know, it is designed that way so it gives you the foundation of the story as it gives Fleur the foundation of her life. The chapters are longer and not in the first person.
Welcome to my new story, yet again it involves Fleur…and later Bill…If you have read Red The Senses you may think this will be a bit similar – well, it is, but it's not…
Through A Tinted Veil
Prologue – Brown
As I look back on my childhood, it is as thought looking at the sepia picture slides Grandpere used to show me. Although from the eyes of the other little girls wishing desperately to be me, my life was glamorous and bursting with excitement, I never saw it that way.
I was treated like a princess, I snapped my delicate, French manicured fingers and a house elf appeared to do whatever I commanded it to do. There did not have to be an occasion for mon pere to present me with elegant, expensive silk dress, milky satin sheets, bright, flashy flowers from Spain that lasted a day as a hair ornament, finest foreign food delicacies or sparkling gems in jewellery worth galleons.
The only sparkle in my life then was ma sœur Gabrielle; the rest was dull and dreary. All ma mere was interested in was her social circle; the only thing mon pere cared about were his newspaper and business. I was on my own, surrounded by "friends" who only liked "me" because of my possessions or status; I never wanted to play with them. Oui, some may call it snobby, but I felt that it was necessary to create that solitary shield to protect me from the cruel ways of society.
After a while, the children gave up pestering me; I saw this as a favour. Sitting under the teacher's nose by myself where no-one else wanted to sit forced me to pay full attention to the classes of my Primary School education that set the basis for the Fleur today.
Before, I was "fleur", the pretty Delacour daughter. As I grew up, I become "Fleur". My name alone conjured up an image of haughty perfection. I received admires and wolf whistles along with envious and jealous glares; I grew used to them.
With the ice barrier I created, I shielded Gabrielle as I could not have done for myself, keeping her heart warm and open where mine had turned cold and closed. It turned out that I was going to need the warmth she gave me when my world turned grey.
The next chapter is nearly finished, so you won't have long to wait.
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