A/N: This is a little fic I thought I would try out. I hope you enjoy
it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, but I do own Cosette and Eponine.
"Cosette! Guests should be arriving in five minutes! You better make an appearance to this one!" My father yelled from the hall.
"Ok!" I yelled back.
My arrogant father was having another party again. He was always rather the host or attendant of a party, especially during the summer. Only he and Mother called them engagements, balls, anything but a party really. Parties are meant for fun, and I have a different opinion of what fun is as opposed to Father's definition.
My brother was all for these "engagements." He was exactly like my father: arrogant and evil with three pinches of compassion. He wanted to be just like Father. Father was working on arranging a marriage for him with a girl named Rose Parkinson. She was a beautiful girl who suited my brother perfectly.
As for my sister, she left home the day she graduated from Beauxbatons. She was too afraid to be on her own so she had father buy her a manor of her own in the same neighborhood as us, which really defeated the purpose of leaving home if you ask me. She was a mixture of Mother and Father. She wanted to be free, but she had a good percentage of evil in her.
"Honey, please get dressed. This engagement is very important to your father. If you don't show up then we'll never hear the end of it." My mother said through the door.
"All right." I moaned.
Ah my mother: the reason I did anything I did for my father. She used to laugh, sing, dance, and act with her best friend. They grew up on American Broadway musicals. They were once free spirits. They were "half bloods" that got in with a bad crowd.
They wanted to be with what they thought was the in-crowd at school so bad that they sacrificed it all. Mother married Father and he changed her. Grandma and Grandpa said she had a spirit that couldn't be broken. Well, it broke.
The two laughing girls got in with a more serious crowd. A bunch of loonies that formed a clique in hopes to rule the wizarding world. They secretly studied dark magic and followed a psycho that they called Lord Voldemort, or the Dark Lord. Mother doesn't laugh anymore.
The only way out was death. Mother and her friend, Annie, were too scared to try and escape. By the time they realized how serious everything was it was too late. They were already married with children.
Thank the stars that Harry Potter was able to defeat Voldemort at the end of his fifth year once and for all. Voldemort was killed, and there would be no return. Father and his insane friends knew that they were free, but their arrogance remained. They still had it in their thick heads that they were better than every other wizard family around.
So they were now on the good side, but they stayed mean and cruel. The only respect they showed was to each other and their families. So naturally I was expected to show father respect as well as his incompetent friends.
I came to one of his parties wearing a leotard and jazz pants along with a pair of jazz sneakers. It drove Father insane, because he hates dance and all other forms of art. Well, anything that has to do with muggles. He only allows me to dance, sing, and act because of Mother's convincing.
Anyway, I sighed as I placed the bookmark in the book I was reading. I pulled myself out of my chair and put the book on my bookshelf. I grabbed the dress that Mom picked out for me and put it on. I did my hair and makeup and looked at myself in the mirror.
What I lie of a life I was living. Not to mention a joke. Oh wait, I'm not supposed to be happy unless I'm following Father's rules. I wasn't a mean and cold woman who wanted to kill innocent muggles and "mudbloods." I wasn't boring and emotionless. I wasn't the female version of my father.
There was a knock at my door. I told the person to come in and it was my best friend, Eponine. Eponine and I had the same names as our favorite characters from our mothers' and our favorite Broadway musical, "Les Miserables". Talk about ironic.
"Hey! We're the only teens tonight as usual." Eponine said.
"Figures. Come on, let's go. The sooner we go down there and talk to those people the sooner we can blow this joint and go into the studio and dance." I said.
The studio was a dance studio in the backyard. It wasn't in plain sight unless you were looking at the yard from above. That was where Eponine and I practiced dancing and just hung out. She had one at her house too. It was our escape from our fathers and their friends.
We walked downstairs and looked for my father. We saw him talking to a blond couple. Father smiled and motioned for us to come over. We did as the insane nazi commanded.
"Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, meet my daughter, Cosette, and her best friend, Eponine Rinaldi." Father said.
Eponine and I put on our fake smiles and stuck out hands for the Malfoy's to shake. We were very good at acting, which we found came in handy when we met our parents' friends.
"Good evening sir, madam. It is such an honor to make your acquaintances." We adlibbed.
"Why Eric they are even more lovely then you described." Narcissa said.
"Yes, simply stunning." Lucius added.
They fell for it. Fools.
"Thank you very much." We said.
"The Malfoy's and I were just discussing the big event at their manor beginning next weekend. Seven days and nights making special arrangements that you'll soon find out what they are. I told you about it, right?" Father said.
"Yes, Father." I said.
"Cosette and I are very excited." Eponine said.
"We can't wait to see your lovely home."
"Well we can't wait to have you." Narcissa said.
"Yes, this event will make an important impact on your young lives." Lucius said.
"Cosette, Eponine, come meet the Zambini's!" Mother called out.
We politely said goodbye to the Malfoys and walked over to where mother was standing with a dark-haired couple. They were a lot like the Malfoys: nice, but snobby. Once we met everyone at the party we went back up to my room and changed.
We were too tired to dance, and we ended up falling asleep. We woke up the next morning dreading the following Friday. The last thing we wanted was to spend a week with our father's friends. Little did we know that, that weekend would have a prodigious impact on our lives.
Thursday afternoon Mother came in to help me pack. That wasn't all she wanted to do.
"Cosette, you're turning seventeen in a month. This is going to be your last year at Beauxbatons. You'll probably be Head Girl." Mother said.
"If not, I'm sure Father would have a heart attack. Not that that would be all bad." I said.
Mom put a finger to her lips to silence me.
"Don't say that! I need to talk to you about something."
"What about?" I asked.
A/N: So what did you think? It will get better I promise! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, but I do own Cosette and Eponine.
"Cosette! Guests should be arriving in five minutes! You better make an appearance to this one!" My father yelled from the hall.
"Ok!" I yelled back.
My arrogant father was having another party again. He was always rather the host or attendant of a party, especially during the summer. Only he and Mother called them engagements, balls, anything but a party really. Parties are meant for fun, and I have a different opinion of what fun is as opposed to Father's definition.
My brother was all for these "engagements." He was exactly like my father: arrogant and evil with three pinches of compassion. He wanted to be just like Father. Father was working on arranging a marriage for him with a girl named Rose Parkinson. She was a beautiful girl who suited my brother perfectly.
As for my sister, she left home the day she graduated from Beauxbatons. She was too afraid to be on her own so she had father buy her a manor of her own in the same neighborhood as us, which really defeated the purpose of leaving home if you ask me. She was a mixture of Mother and Father. She wanted to be free, but she had a good percentage of evil in her.
"Honey, please get dressed. This engagement is very important to your father. If you don't show up then we'll never hear the end of it." My mother said through the door.
"All right." I moaned.
Ah my mother: the reason I did anything I did for my father. She used to laugh, sing, dance, and act with her best friend. They grew up on American Broadway musicals. They were once free spirits. They were "half bloods" that got in with a bad crowd.
They wanted to be with what they thought was the in-crowd at school so bad that they sacrificed it all. Mother married Father and he changed her. Grandma and Grandpa said she had a spirit that couldn't be broken. Well, it broke.
The two laughing girls got in with a more serious crowd. A bunch of loonies that formed a clique in hopes to rule the wizarding world. They secretly studied dark magic and followed a psycho that they called Lord Voldemort, or the Dark Lord. Mother doesn't laugh anymore.
The only way out was death. Mother and her friend, Annie, were too scared to try and escape. By the time they realized how serious everything was it was too late. They were already married with children.
Thank the stars that Harry Potter was able to defeat Voldemort at the end of his fifth year once and for all. Voldemort was killed, and there would be no return. Father and his insane friends knew that they were free, but their arrogance remained. They still had it in their thick heads that they were better than every other wizard family around.
So they were now on the good side, but they stayed mean and cruel. The only respect they showed was to each other and their families. So naturally I was expected to show father respect as well as his incompetent friends.
I came to one of his parties wearing a leotard and jazz pants along with a pair of jazz sneakers. It drove Father insane, because he hates dance and all other forms of art. Well, anything that has to do with muggles. He only allows me to dance, sing, and act because of Mother's convincing.
Anyway, I sighed as I placed the bookmark in the book I was reading. I pulled myself out of my chair and put the book on my bookshelf. I grabbed the dress that Mom picked out for me and put it on. I did my hair and makeup and looked at myself in the mirror.
What I lie of a life I was living. Not to mention a joke. Oh wait, I'm not supposed to be happy unless I'm following Father's rules. I wasn't a mean and cold woman who wanted to kill innocent muggles and "mudbloods." I wasn't boring and emotionless. I wasn't the female version of my father.
There was a knock at my door. I told the person to come in and it was my best friend, Eponine. Eponine and I had the same names as our favorite characters from our mothers' and our favorite Broadway musical, "Les Miserables". Talk about ironic.
"Hey! We're the only teens tonight as usual." Eponine said.
"Figures. Come on, let's go. The sooner we go down there and talk to those people the sooner we can blow this joint and go into the studio and dance." I said.
The studio was a dance studio in the backyard. It wasn't in plain sight unless you were looking at the yard from above. That was where Eponine and I practiced dancing and just hung out. She had one at her house too. It was our escape from our fathers and their friends.
We walked downstairs and looked for my father. We saw him talking to a blond couple. Father smiled and motioned for us to come over. We did as the insane nazi commanded.
"Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, meet my daughter, Cosette, and her best friend, Eponine Rinaldi." Father said.
Eponine and I put on our fake smiles and stuck out hands for the Malfoy's to shake. We were very good at acting, which we found came in handy when we met our parents' friends.
"Good evening sir, madam. It is such an honor to make your acquaintances." We adlibbed.
"Why Eric they are even more lovely then you described." Narcissa said.
"Yes, simply stunning." Lucius added.
They fell for it. Fools.
"Thank you very much." We said.
"The Malfoy's and I were just discussing the big event at their manor beginning next weekend. Seven days and nights making special arrangements that you'll soon find out what they are. I told you about it, right?" Father said.
"Yes, Father." I said.
"Cosette and I are very excited." Eponine said.
"We can't wait to see your lovely home."
"Well we can't wait to have you." Narcissa said.
"Yes, this event will make an important impact on your young lives." Lucius said.
"Cosette, Eponine, come meet the Zambini's!" Mother called out.
We politely said goodbye to the Malfoys and walked over to where mother was standing with a dark-haired couple. They were a lot like the Malfoys: nice, but snobby. Once we met everyone at the party we went back up to my room and changed.
We were too tired to dance, and we ended up falling asleep. We woke up the next morning dreading the following Friday. The last thing we wanted was to spend a week with our father's friends. Little did we know that, that weekend would have a prodigious impact on our lives.
Thursday afternoon Mother came in to help me pack. That wasn't all she wanted to do.
"Cosette, you're turning seventeen in a month. This is going to be your last year at Beauxbatons. You'll probably be Head Girl." Mother said.
"If not, I'm sure Father would have a heart attack. Not that that would be all bad." I said.
Mom put a finger to her lips to silence me.
"Don't say that! I need to talk to you about something."
"What about?" I asked.
A/N: So what did you think? It will get better I promise! Please review!