This story is a major product of my constant "what-if"ing. It started with 'what if there was a "the girl that lived" as well as the boy?'; I know now, after reading book 5 that this is impossible, but then, in the Harry Potter craving filled months (years) before book 5 came out, when I first formatted the idea, it made sense, or could make sense with a little stretch of the imagination. My thoughts then went further, to why this girl would be at Godric's Hollow the night Voldemort came, and who she was exactly, who her parents were. This lead to a lot more what-ifing and a heck of a lot more daydreaming when I was supposed to be concentrating on Math class, believe me, it was almost always math class. Slowly I laid out a story, a VERY long-winded story, about this girl, and more importantly about her parents. And here is the product. But before I start I would like to say that I know none of this could ever happened and that I have taken a great number of liberties with the Harry Potter story in general, but you know, oh well, whats fanfiction for anyway? Ok so here goes. (and sorry for the rather tediously lengthy intro, I couldn't help myself.)
Chapter One; in which we faire les connaissances
The beat of the music swelled and the movements of the dancers on the floor of the London club became faster and more pronounced. Standing near the wall, a girl watched the dancers enviously, her head bobbing, her toes tapping, and her shoulders swaying. It was obvious, quite obvious, that this girl yearned to dance.
She turned to another girl standing next to her, "Danielle, puis-je danser, s'il te plait?" She begged in her native tongue of French, Can I dance, please?
Her friend, Danielle, was apparently not as eager to dance as she was. She watched the dancers stone-faced, glancing at her watch every five minutes. "Si tu veux," she said, her voice flat, if you want, "Mais tu danseras seule parce-que je ne danserai pas dans cet endroit." But you will dance alone, because I will not dance in this place.
Her friend laughed, understandably not the reaction that Danielle had expected. "Tu le deteste parce-que il est anglais!" her friend said, you hate it because it its English!
Danielle shrugged, "Je ne danserai pas!" she insisted.
Her friend sighed wearily "Je demanderai une chanson, une chanson française, et danserai et alors nous pouvons rentrer à l'hôtel d'accord? " I will request a song, a French song, and dance and then we can go back to the hotel ok?
Danielle hesitated a moment, "Tu promets?" she asked, You promise?
"Oui, Je promets," her friend assured her.
Danielle reluctantly nodded.
A grin broke out on her friend's face, "Merci!' she cried and made her way toward the DJ's booth. The booth was on the other side of the club, on a slightly raised platform. The girl sidled her way over, being careful not to bump into anyone with a drink. Reaching the DJ, she stood on her tip toes, her head bobbing slightly over the booth's wall.
The DJ looked up, noticing her only after a moment. She smiled and waved at him. The DJ quickly took off his large head phones, "Hey," he said, grinning at her.
"Do you have any French songs," the girl asked him, only the slightest hint of an accent on her voice.
"Yeah sure," he said. She quickly found a song that suited her and thanked him and started to pull away, when the DJ, stopped her. "Hey wait," he said, a flirtatious smile lighting his face, "Whats your name?"
"Christiana Dupont," she told him flashing him a dimple, and disappeared into the crowd.
Across the room near to the doorway two teenage boys stood, one was extremely handsome with black hair falling nonchalantly into his eyes. He was tall and slightly lanky, but very very attractive. The other one had messy dark brown hair and was slightly less tall then his friend. He wore glasses and was also very handsome. They both scanned the room, looking around.
"I don't think that they are here yet," the one with glasses said, but he had already lost his friend's attention.
"James," he said his eyes on the other side of the club, "Look over there, at that girl."
James follow his friend's, Sirius' eyes, "Which one?" he asked.
"The absolutely gorgeous blonde one near the wall over there," Sirius told him.
James caught sight of her, "Oh." They both watched her as she talked to her friend. She had long blonde hair that ended on her lower back. She was tallish and willowy and very, very pretty. Even from across the club, the young men were astounded by her beauty, and they were not the only ones. All around her guys were giving her appraising looks, but the girl was oblivious to them. She left her friend and started siddling her way around the club. Sirius and James watched as she talked to the DJ and then joined the dancers on the floor. Sirius immediately went into action.
"I'm going to ask her to dance," he told James and plunged into the dancing crowd, searching for the girl. The music momentarily stopped, making it easier for Sirius to make his way through the dancers, but a song quickly came on, some weird French one with a good beat that Sirius had never heard before. After a few more moments of searching he found her.
go on, go on, I can't upload it all at once! (I don't know why, but it is really pissing me off)
Chapter One; in which we faire les connaissances
The beat of the music swelled and the movements of the dancers on the floor of the London club became faster and more pronounced. Standing near the wall, a girl watched the dancers enviously, her head bobbing, her toes tapping, and her shoulders swaying. It was obvious, quite obvious, that this girl yearned to dance.
She turned to another girl standing next to her, "Danielle, puis-je danser, s'il te plait?" She begged in her native tongue of French, Can I dance, please?
Her friend, Danielle, was apparently not as eager to dance as she was. She watched the dancers stone-faced, glancing at her watch every five minutes. "Si tu veux," she said, her voice flat, if you want, "Mais tu danseras seule parce-que je ne danserai pas dans cet endroit." But you will dance alone, because I will not dance in this place.
Her friend laughed, understandably not the reaction that Danielle had expected. "Tu le deteste parce-que il est anglais!" her friend said, you hate it because it its English!
Danielle shrugged, "Je ne danserai pas!" she insisted.
Her friend sighed wearily "Je demanderai une chanson, une chanson française, et danserai et alors nous pouvons rentrer à l'hôtel d'accord? " I will request a song, a French song, and dance and then we can go back to the hotel ok?
Danielle hesitated a moment, "Tu promets?" she asked, You promise?
"Oui, Je promets," her friend assured her.
Danielle reluctantly nodded.
A grin broke out on her friend's face, "Merci!' she cried and made her way toward the DJ's booth. The booth was on the other side of the club, on a slightly raised platform. The girl sidled her way over, being careful not to bump into anyone with a drink. Reaching the DJ, she stood on her tip toes, her head bobbing slightly over the booth's wall.
The DJ looked up, noticing her only after a moment. She smiled and waved at him. The DJ quickly took off his large head phones, "Hey," he said, grinning at her.
"Do you have any French songs," the girl asked him, only the slightest hint of an accent on her voice.
"Yeah sure," he said. She quickly found a song that suited her and thanked him and started to pull away, when the DJ, stopped her. "Hey wait," he said, a flirtatious smile lighting his face, "Whats your name?"
"Christiana Dupont," she told him flashing him a dimple, and disappeared into the crowd.
Across the room near to the doorway two teenage boys stood, one was extremely handsome with black hair falling nonchalantly into his eyes. He was tall and slightly lanky, but very very attractive. The other one had messy dark brown hair and was slightly less tall then his friend. He wore glasses and was also very handsome. They both scanned the room, looking around.
"I don't think that they are here yet," the one with glasses said, but he had already lost his friend's attention.
"James," he said his eyes on the other side of the club, "Look over there, at that girl."
James follow his friend's, Sirius' eyes, "Which one?" he asked.
"The absolutely gorgeous blonde one near the wall over there," Sirius told him.
James caught sight of her, "Oh." They both watched her as she talked to her friend. She had long blonde hair that ended on her lower back. She was tallish and willowy and very, very pretty. Even from across the club, the young men were astounded by her beauty, and they were not the only ones. All around her guys were giving her appraising looks, but the girl was oblivious to them. She left her friend and started siddling her way around the club. Sirius and James watched as she talked to the DJ and then joined the dancers on the floor. Sirius immediately went into action.
"I'm going to ask her to dance," he told James and plunged into the dancing crowd, searching for the girl. The music momentarily stopped, making it easier for Sirius to make his way through the dancers, but a song quickly came on, some weird French one with a good beat that Sirius had never heard before. After a few more moments of searching he found her.
go on, go on, I can't upload it all at once! (I don't know why, but it is really pissing me off)