This is came from an idea I had some three weeks ago, and I had started writing about her when Harry was fifteen but then I wanted to explore what made her so special and similar.

I think that Chiara holds a self-awareness that makes her this way. No way in hell am I like her, as much as I would like to be....anyways, here's Sirius to reset the record.

Sirius (puts an arm around Alessa and smiles, revealing pearly white teeth, making Alessa blush): As much as Alessa regrets it, she doesn't own any characters that you recognise, except Chiara and her family. But if she did own me, we'd be in the bedroom for a long, long time. ;)

Origins

This is the origins of Chiara Silvana DeFrancesco. Of a girl who sang and danced and loved with all of her heart. Perhaps I had hoped that one day, she would love me more than a friend, perhaps not.

Her parents named her after two of her ancestors, Saints Francis and Clare of Assisi, or as Chiara would emphasize in her Italian accent that sometimes disappeared as she learnt more and more English, 'I Santi Francesco e Chiara di Assisi' and gave her a middle name that fit her willowy yet petite stature perfectly. But from the portraits that I have seen in her house, she certainly resembled her ancestors to an extent.

She seemed to hold everything in her heart, the way she could make us all happy with a smile or start fussing over her with one tremble of her lower lip. Of course, Black, Lupin and I fussed over her at something as small as a sigh.

But she was the sun and I orbited her, powerless to break away, to do anything but watch her and secretly love her for the rest of my existance.

Rarely would I wax so poetically over someone, but maybe that's the point. Maybe the point was that she was so rare, so innocent and pure, yet so full of life and meaning, I would wax for hours on end, attempting to divine the true meaning and extent of my feelings for her, because I needed to know what made me love her more than anything in the universe.

My raison d'etre, my candle, my love.

Severus Snape, Christmas Eve, 1981.

So, what do you think? I have a basic plan of where this is going to go, but if you think of anything or just want to review, just shout or, even better, click the button just underneath this writing!

Alessa x