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The year was 1941. A time when the muggle world was in great peril. Europe was heavy at war and London was in all but shambles from being blitzed by the Germans. Slowly but surely even Witches and Wizards were being affected by it. Many took the chance to flee to the Wizarding world, while many muggle born witches and wizards were still at high risk of being bombed. Some were forced to move away and in that percentage a few were never seen again. Some Families had to make a sacrifice. To parents, Hogwarts was the only safe haven for their children. So some had to let their children go by keeping them safe in the wizarding world.

Juliet De La Lune was one of those muggle born children stood in between platforms 9 and 10 at Kings Cross Station. She looked behind to see her mother and father waving at her with sad eyes. Her mother was holding her handkerchief, trying to dry her tears as her father tried his best to comfort her. Her father was a flight instructor for the English air force, Her mother was an American photographer, capturing the moments of the war. They both had a duty to stay but they would do anything to keep their only daughter as safe as possible from the bombings. An agreement with the school allowed Juliet to stay in the school grounds year round till either the war came to an end, or when Juliet graduated. Juliet gave her parents one last smile, trying to be strong despite the fear she might never see them again. She finally turned around and ran, along with her cart into the wall. She disappeared, leaving behind her family, her friends, the soldiers, the bombs, the war and everything she ever knew. She could only hope for the better and that not all is lost.

Juliet sat in an empty car on the train to Hogwarts. She observed her surroundings, gazing out of her window into the long endless country side. Sighing to her self, she knew this experience would be like nothing she ever encountered before. To start things off, Juliet was far from being actually English. Her father was English decent but came from a French family, thus explaining her last name Da La Lune. Her father was a skilled flight instructor who had traveled to America due to an increase of pilots in the United States Air-Force. There he met Stella Smith where they fell in love, got married and eventually had Juliet. After discovering her powers Juliet was placed in the United States Earl Rozen School of witchcraft and Wizardry in 1938. Only later did the English Royal Air force (RAF) request Juliet's father to go to London and help train new young pilots to fight the Luftwaffe. So they took the chance to come over only to suffer air raids, bombings, fires and burning buildings.

It was a tough decision. Juliet's father was the one who wanted her to go but her mother was strictly against it. She wanted the family together at all times and thought if they separated they would lose each other for just like many other families that were forcibly pulled apart. It took a lot of convincing but she pulled through in the end. Her daughters safety was more important than anything. Despite missing one year of school, Juliet was able to pass her entrance exams in order to get into the next grade. This would now make her a fourth year in this new school of hers.

The witch was suddenly snapped out of her daze as she heard shuffling footsteps and giggling school girls pass by her car. She saw them in those stylish hairstyles like Rita Hayworth and felt a pang of jealousy. she looked back to the window to see her reflection and pouted a little. Juliet's hair was long, layered, straight and pretty fluffy to be honest. On the bright side it wasn't damaged and she liked her blonde hair. She had thick bangs that framed her face that gave direct attention to her big bright blue eyes. Like all girls, she wore make up but it wasn't much. Still, the witch couldn't help but wish she had her done the way all the other girls did. It was hard to have those kinds of luxuries though with all the rationing going around.

Having nothing else to do she finally got up, walked over to close the blinds of her car and started to get changed into her uniform. She was small, a petite girl like her mother but she never minded that. She didn't have much to show off as well, puberty wasn't kind to her so she didn't grow much of a bust on either ends. She was skinny, thats about it, nothing special.

"Man, what a boring uniform..." She said to herself while pulling out the garments.

It was a standard kind of uniform with a white blouse, a grey vest with the school emblem on the right hand side with a matching grey pleated skirt. Apparently she had the choice of wearing tights, knee high socks or stockings of her choice. Ha! Stockings? Juliet snorted at the very thought of wearing a pair. Did they think she was rich or something? She hasn't seen a pair of stockings in a long while. Many companies that once sold Nylon stockings had to cease production of them to produce parachutes, airplane cords and ropes. In the black market you could get them for twenty dollars a pair, but lets be honest, no one had that kind of money to throw around.

After getting changed, she sat back down, not knowing what to do next. She rummaged through her bag, taking out her book on Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet". It was her favorite play out of all of Shakespeare's master pieces. she thought the love that was shared between the two protagonists was foolish and ridiculous but relatable since all teenagers know what its like to fall in love at first sight. She opened it to page one where the sonnet began. Suddenly feeling like an actor she sat up straighter, cleared her throat and began to read aloud and clear.

"Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene,"

A boy grudgingly carrying his suit case with him was searching high and low for a different car to sit in. He couldn't stand being near the fools in his old car.

"From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean."

He passed by a bunch of giggling barbie dolls a year ahead of him. They all began to look back at the handsome face with ebony hair that passed them like they were phantoms.

"From forth to fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star crossed lovers take their life,"

He turned to see a Car only occupied by one, it was better then nothing. He opened the doors quietly to not disturb the other, only to hear a voice like it was the wind itself.

"Whose misadventures piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents strife."

Shakespeare? He knew that sonnet, it was from Romeo and Juliet. He wasn't expecting anyone to be reading a play of all things. Realizing it was a girl, he sat down as she payed no heed to realize his presence.

"The fearful passage of their death-marked love and the continuance of their parent's rage, which but their children's end, naught could remove, is now the two-hours'traffic of our stage;"

He couldn't see her face, but something strange and curious had happened to dark haired stranger. They spoke together, like they had entered the stage of Shakespeare's tragic love.

"The which if you with patient ears attend," The girl stopped her speaking. Surprised, she looked up, only to meet emerald eyes that contradicted her sky blue eyes.

His lips opened again and spoke "What here shall miss, our toil strive to mend."

So, a new story, with lots of promise I think. I'm generally quite happy with how this came out. I can't wait to write another chapter to this story. Hope it all amused you all. Comment if you like!