Sup! This is my new project, The Princess and The Pauper! It's inspired by.. uhh.. Honestly I can't believe I'm saying this, but my inspiration was being forced (no it's not like I definitely wanted to go back to nostalgia and re-watch it) to watch Barbie in the Princess and the Pauper.. I liked that movie when I was a little girl, so.. Yeah..

This doesn't follow most of the story. It's just slightly based on it. A lot of plot events are very different and unique from the original story so yeah..

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, but J.K. Rowling's. I just own the fanfic. Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper isn't mine either, nor is the original book that the movie was based on, Mark Twain's The Prince and the Pauper. I JUST OWN THE FANFIC, loves.

There's a few differences with the ages of the characters.. Like the gap between the age of the Princess and the Pauper is like.. 5 years.. Don't worry, the age won't be too much of a bother, honestly.. like.. at all.. Or their appearance.. that doesnt matter either.. you will find out why..

NOTE: The Potter and Weasley relationship doesn't matter. At all. Their Last names will most definitely change. Unless I think their real last names would really fit the story, their last names WILL change.

Prologue: The Third Person POV, but following Victoire's thoughts

A continuous knocking on the bedroom door, followed by the soft, tinkling, ringing of a bell, had awaked the blonde girl from her slumber. Yawning, she sat up, her blanket still covering half of her body.. Not that it mattered, though, for she wore her favorite, long, pink pajamas. That practically covered every inch of her skin.

"You may come in!" She called, her voice still sounding tired. The wooden door opened up to reveal a servant, dressed in a black and white gown with apron. Her hair was adorned with a matching headdress. In her hands, a tray with her breakfast laid there.

"And what is this?" The blonde asked, a smile on her face. The brunette servant gave a shy smile back at her.

"As always, Princess, every Sunday, you have your regular breakfast in bed. Today, we have croissants, chocolate covered strawberries, eggs, bacon, and orange juice." The girl placed the tray on her bed, and the blonde girl popped the strawberry in her mouth, while grabbing the croissant, and halving it into two seperate pieces.

"Here, have one, Lucy.." The princess offered, her mouth muffled, some juice from the strawberry spilling out. Yes, how proper and neat of her, a princess. The brunette servant, Lucy, took a step back, declining the offer.

"Of course not, Princess Victoire! Us servants have to stay by the servant headquarters.. To have to eat the food nobility are to eat as well.. Oh no.. A-and my name is Lucille.." The blonde princess, named Victoire, sighed.

"Technically, your father is our best cook, while your mother has been so loyal in serving us. I wouldn't consider you as a mere servant.. I just like having you to serve my food. Besides, Lucy.." Holding up the part of the croissant, she got up from her bed, and placed the bread in the dress' pocket.

"Not only am I at 23 years old, and you only at 16, but as Princess Victoire Adelaide Margaret Dampierre, daughter of Genevieve Fleur Dorothea and Stephen Lionel of the Kingdom Of Kaiessa, most powerful kingdom in the East of the Aunaryn Realm, I hereby command you to take the bread, and eat it." Lucy rolled her eyes, and grabbed the croissant out of her pocket, taking a bite out of it.

"Honestly, you use your power from royalty for the worst of situations." Lucy then shrugged, answering herself.

"Quite expected of you though.. You hate having to use your power, after all.." Opening Victoire's wardrobe, Lucy got out a simple, but beautiful, pink and purple dress. Afterwards, she got a hooded cloak out as well.

"You are going outside to town with Sir Edward, once more, aren't you?" Lucy asked Victoire, who nodded.

"Of course, but later on. Teddy informed me that the King of Chalesien has set arrangements with our Queen.. Teddy, the Queen, and her advisor will tell me more so about this agreement." Lucy raised a brow.

"Usually, you don't like to take part in these agreements. If I knew better, you would just let Sir Teddy handle the issue.." Plopping on her bed, and dragging Lucy with her, the blonde princess sighed, blowing a stray strand of her hair out from her face.

"Honestly, I would be escaping to the Ferncombe Morning Market Bazaar by now if I could! The only reason I ought to hear about this is for my late Father's sake.. He wanted me to do my duties as the Princess.. Maybe I should finally listen to his wish.." Victoire whispered. Lucy just sat there, nibbling on the croissant, while trying to comfort the princess, knowing how sensitive the subject of her father was towards her.

"Besides.." Victoire continued. "I heard from Teddy that the agreement involved mostly pertaining to my family and I, and about the stupid greater good things.. Anyway, I better finish up breakfast quickly. Bring me the dress, Lucy." Lucy's eyebrows were delicately raised.

"This dress, Princess? Wouldn't the queen fancy a different one-"

"No. I insist, Lucy. Mother would just have to bear with this dress.. She knows it's my favorite one.. Now, I therefore command you to help me finish my breakfast.. Take anything but the berries."

Muffled voices were heard before Princess Victoire entered the throne room. She had no idea what they were saying, but she had a feeling that it wasn't particularly good news.. and if there was good news? Well, she'll be waiting to find out about the catch to it.

One of the royal guards opened up the doors for her, and the blonde princess graciously gave her thanks with a nod of her head, and walked inside the throne room.

"Good morning, mother.." For a couple of seconds, there was silence. Victoire looked at her tutor and best friend, Teddy.. or Edward by his real name. Teddy was mouthing something to her..

Bow, Teddy continously mouthed, and as soon as the blonde got the message, she quickly bowed, accidentally stepping on her dress. The Queen, her mother, Genevieve, sighed. Both by her so called poise and grace, and also for her dress. It was obvious that the Queen didn't favor the dress as much as her daughter did.

"Finally, Victoire. My advisor, Preminger, and I have just been talking about an offer from the kingdom of Chalesien.. I'm not too sure how well will you take it, honestly.. I think Edward and Preminger will be able to explain further." Teddy sighed.

"I know that you are more than aware of the financial state of our Kingdom. The gold and gems in our mine are slowly growing less and less, and although our people are thankfully still quite unaware of the fact, they will find out quite soon.. The kingdom of Chalesien seems to have noticed our issue.. so they offered help.." Victoire raised a brow.

"And in exchange for their help, what are we supposed to give in return?" The Queen sighed.

"Do you still remember your sister.. Annelise?" Victoire bowed her head. Of course she still remembered her. Annelise, or Alice as she would stubbornly address herself as, was her younger sister, and she loved her so much.. But on her 8th birthday, the brunette princess went missing.. Ten years later, no one has found her yet.

"Of course I remember her.." Victoire said in a quiet voice.

"Well, the King and Queen of Chalesien, Harold and Ginevra, were tired with the fact that their eldest, Jameson of 18 years old, still hasn't settled down yet.." Victoire knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted, alright.

"There's no point, though." Advisor Preminger loudly intruded. Clearing his throat, he spoke more calmly.

"Princess Annelise has been missing for 10 years.. There's basically no chance for her to be sighted once more.. I do have some wealth, and I think it could help if only you would give me Victoire's h-"

Not even listening to much of it, the Queen said, "No. We will put up another search investigation. She's our only hope." Knowing it wouldn't be wise to say agaisnt it, Preminger kept quiet.

Meanwhile, Victoire's and Teddy's eyes met with each other, and a small smile crept on both of their faces.

They werd finally going out of the palace, to the town. Play with the children, get some new books, and maybe find Annelise..

Meanwhile, in a dark, shabby place, where they were sure no one ought to hear them, a tall man and two of his men stood there.

"Lone Wolf, Gunner."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Make sure that no one interferes with my plans.. Even if you have to hurt them just so they stay out of it."

"Of course, sir."

THIS MARKS AS THE BEGINNING OF MY NEW PROJECT! IM REALLY FREAKING EXCITED!