Title- Fleur De Lis
Author-Shei (Ävalon §pirit)
Rating- PG13
Gen?e (s) - Romance/ Humor
Disclaimer- Okay. J.K. Rowling has all the rights to the following: Lily Potter James Potter (Prongs) Sirius Black (Padfoot) Remus Lupin (Moony) Peter Pettigrew (Wormtail) Albus Dumbledore Minerva McGonnagal Severvus Snape Voldemort (Tom Riddle)
Those are most of the ones I'll be using- but anything else that belongs to her- belongs to her. Gee, What a concept!
I Own-
Maha Raghnall (One of Lily's 4 best friends) Dior Evania (Another best friend) Rhoda Wyatt (.best friend) Chandra Shiri (Last of the best friends) Ona Raghnall (Maha's Mother, Lily's parents' friend) Ethan Raghnall (Maha's Father, Lily's parents' friend) Magnolia (Maggie) Evans (Lily's mother) Dantè Evans (Lily's Father) Viviane Potter (James' mother) Christopher Potter (James's father) Christina Potter (James' sister)
Any others that you don't recognize belong to me. Why are the names so.uh.creative? Because I looked up the definition of the personality of the character and matched names with them. You can ask me what they mean, ( LifehouseRules19 @ yahoo.com ) Or you can look them up at www.babynames.com. Okay? Thankies! *Drum roll please* AANNDD NNOOW- the moment you have ALL been waiting for- THE PROLOGUE FOR MY NEWEST FIC- Fleur De Lis!!!!
Fleur De Lis
Part 1
Prologue
The day was very cold and dismal for a baby to be born. But Maggie and Dantè Evans were excited all the same. As a very round Maggie waddled into the Muggle Hospital, A very thin 4-year old horror was clinging to her father's arm. "Da-deeeeeee! It's so cold and yucky outside! Why do we have to come to this big ugly place?" The little girl whined. "Because, muffin, Mommy's going to give you a new baby brother or sister. Isn't that wonderful, sweetheart?" The little girl, incidentally called Petunia, frowned. "No." Dantè's eyes narrowed.
"Why, precious? Aren't you happy for your mummy? She's so excited."
She looked down and shuffled her little Mary Jane clad feet into the dirt.
"You and mummy won't love me anymore. Everything will be all about 'The Baby'." She said sarcastically. "I've seen it happen with Rachel and Melissa's mummy and daddy."
He smiled kindly at his little daughter.
"Don't worry, love, we'll care for you both the very same. Lets go and wait in the Hospital while your little brother or sister is being born." He took her little hand in his big one, and they walked in together.
"Mummy, mummy! Guess what? The little red-haired girl yelled happily. "What is it, princess?" A surprisingly tall woman, Maggie Evans said, smiling to her 11-year-old daughter. The woman had raven black hair- but in the right light it seemed to shine auburn. Her complexion was tan, Her eyes were black, and her figure was very curvy. Much to the counterpart of her daughters.
Petunia, her 15-year-old; had flat, dirty blonde hair, huge brown eyes, white pimply skin, and a 'no figure' as her mother teased her. Even more contrasting was her younger daughter, Lily. With fiery red hair, clear and creamy skin, with very unpronounced curves, and, what everyone saw as her best feature, her startling green eyes, she was nothing short of beautiful. But nobody tried to tell her that, because she never believed it.
The Evans home was a generally loving and caring place. But on this day, both Love and jealously were running high. Little Lily had gotten her letter of acceptance from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and her parents were nothing short of thrilled. Petunia saw it a bit differently. She was wildly jealous- because SHE had never gotten her Letter. She told herself it was all for the best, but the looks of happiness and pride on her parent's faces directed at her sister was more than she could bear. She thrived on being the center of attention, and she took their love for Lily as a personal insult. She tried to make her miserable, but the happy grin never left the little girl's face all the time she got ready for school.
The day Lily left, her parents were sad, but Petunia was overjoyed. She hid it well, though; she even managed to punch out a few tears. Promising to write, the little redhead said goodbye and went onto the platform. The three remaining Evans returned home, oblivious of what of what lay ahead for the one her father called 'his little Fleur De Lis", Lily Evans.
((Shei's Note/ Well? Do you like it?!?!?! I plan to take this thing out for the LOOONGG HHAAUULL, because "Believe" is currently under the dark cloud of writer's block. Now, What writer, (even a clinically insane one) doesn't want reviews? So please, for the remaining shred of my sanity, review and follow the saga that is to be my greatest achievement: Fleur De Lis.))
Author-Shei (Ävalon §pirit)
Rating- PG13
Gen?e (s) - Romance/ Humor
Disclaimer- Okay. J.K. Rowling has all the rights to the following: Lily Potter James Potter (Prongs) Sirius Black (Padfoot) Remus Lupin (Moony) Peter Pettigrew (Wormtail) Albus Dumbledore Minerva McGonnagal Severvus Snape Voldemort (Tom Riddle)
Those are most of the ones I'll be using- but anything else that belongs to her- belongs to her. Gee, What a concept!
I Own-
Maha Raghnall (One of Lily's 4 best friends) Dior Evania (Another best friend) Rhoda Wyatt (.best friend) Chandra Shiri (Last of the best friends) Ona Raghnall (Maha's Mother, Lily's parents' friend) Ethan Raghnall (Maha's Father, Lily's parents' friend) Magnolia (Maggie) Evans (Lily's mother) Dantè Evans (Lily's Father) Viviane Potter (James' mother) Christopher Potter (James's father) Christina Potter (James' sister)
Any others that you don't recognize belong to me. Why are the names so.uh.creative? Because I looked up the definition of the personality of the character and matched names with them. You can ask me what they mean, ( LifehouseRules19 @ yahoo.com ) Or you can look them up at www.babynames.com. Okay? Thankies! *Drum roll please* AANNDD NNOOW- the moment you have ALL been waiting for- THE PROLOGUE FOR MY NEWEST FIC- Fleur De Lis!!!!
Fleur De Lis
Part 1
Prologue
The day was very cold and dismal for a baby to be born. But Maggie and Dantè Evans were excited all the same. As a very round Maggie waddled into the Muggle Hospital, A very thin 4-year old horror was clinging to her father's arm. "Da-deeeeeee! It's so cold and yucky outside! Why do we have to come to this big ugly place?" The little girl whined. "Because, muffin, Mommy's going to give you a new baby brother or sister. Isn't that wonderful, sweetheart?" The little girl, incidentally called Petunia, frowned. "No." Dantè's eyes narrowed.
"Why, precious? Aren't you happy for your mummy? She's so excited."
She looked down and shuffled her little Mary Jane clad feet into the dirt.
"You and mummy won't love me anymore. Everything will be all about 'The Baby'." She said sarcastically. "I've seen it happen with Rachel and Melissa's mummy and daddy."
He smiled kindly at his little daughter.
"Don't worry, love, we'll care for you both the very same. Lets go and wait in the Hospital while your little brother or sister is being born." He took her little hand in his big one, and they walked in together.
"Mummy, mummy! Guess what? The little red-haired girl yelled happily. "What is it, princess?" A surprisingly tall woman, Maggie Evans said, smiling to her 11-year-old daughter. The woman had raven black hair- but in the right light it seemed to shine auburn. Her complexion was tan, Her eyes were black, and her figure was very curvy. Much to the counterpart of her daughters.
Petunia, her 15-year-old; had flat, dirty blonde hair, huge brown eyes, white pimply skin, and a 'no figure' as her mother teased her. Even more contrasting was her younger daughter, Lily. With fiery red hair, clear and creamy skin, with very unpronounced curves, and, what everyone saw as her best feature, her startling green eyes, she was nothing short of beautiful. But nobody tried to tell her that, because she never believed it.
The Evans home was a generally loving and caring place. But on this day, both Love and jealously were running high. Little Lily had gotten her letter of acceptance from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and her parents were nothing short of thrilled. Petunia saw it a bit differently. She was wildly jealous- because SHE had never gotten her Letter. She told herself it was all for the best, but the looks of happiness and pride on her parent's faces directed at her sister was more than she could bear. She thrived on being the center of attention, and she took their love for Lily as a personal insult. She tried to make her miserable, but the happy grin never left the little girl's face all the time she got ready for school.
The day Lily left, her parents were sad, but Petunia was overjoyed. She hid it well, though; she even managed to punch out a few tears. Promising to write, the little redhead said goodbye and went onto the platform. The three remaining Evans returned home, oblivious of what of what lay ahead for the one her father called 'his little Fleur De Lis", Lily Evans.
((Shei's Note/ Well? Do you like it?!?!?! I plan to take this thing out for the LOOONGG HHAAUULL, because "Believe" is currently under the dark cloud of writer's block. Now, What writer, (even a clinically insane one) doesn't want reviews? So please, for the remaining shred of my sanity, review and follow the saga that is to be my greatest achievement: Fleur De Lis.))