This is my first fan fiction! It's sort of a crossover but sort of not yet because it's A Series of Unfortunate Events and will soon be Harry Potter. This story is about Jane Rumary who is an orphan like the Baudelaire's. She was abandoned by her parents at a boarding school in Canada when she was very young. Both parents were mysteriously murdered and the story had been huge in the press until five years after when investigators weren't having any luck with finding suspects. The murder remains a mystery. However, Jane doesn't know about her parents murder. All she knows is that they're dead and all that they left behind was an enormous fortune. She has been miserable ever since she was left at the Ontario Boarding School For Girls. Her parents have been a mystery to her all her life. She has no idea where or who she came from and there aren't many documents found under Rumary besides her birth certificate. Jane's life changes entirely when Mr. Poe brings her to live with a new guardian. She finds herself facing the impossible and along the way a bit of romance blooms between Jane and Klaus. In this story Jane will discover things about her mysterious past, who her parents really were, and who she is. The only person Jane has met with the knowledge of her parents is Count Olaf. Olaf has secrets of his own involving Jane's parents and family. Will Jane be able to handle the truth?
(Klaus and Jane are ten but Violet and Sunny remain the same age)
In the later story, after my ASOUE part of the story, Jane, along with a few others discovers that she is a witch. She attends Hogwarts and falls in love with her worst enemy none other than Draco Malfoy. She has adventures there and learns a lot from her experiences. I'll have a better summary for this continuation once i'm done this half of the fic. This entire fic is a Jane/Draco M./Klaus B. love triangle and i really hope you like it!
This part includes books 2 to 4 excluding the prologue which is set during the beginning of TBB.
Note: In my fan fic world, Count Olaf isn't a relative of the Baudelaire's.
I posted a trailer for the entire fanfiction on youtube. That way you'll have a better idea of what the story is about. Here's the link: .com/watch?v=JERSn0tTML8
(all the links are on my profile page too)
Here's a link to the next part of the story: .net/s/6657186/1/Never_Say_Never_The_Dreary_Drama
Disclaimer: I do NOT own ASOUE this is just for fun, not for profit.
A Series of Unfortunate Events
The Bad Beginning
Prologue: The Fire
My name is Jane Rumary. I was born on May 1, 2000; well at least that's what it says on my documents. You see I never really knew my parents. When I was just two years old I was left at a boarding school in Canada. The Headmistress of the School, Mrs. Marshall, was the only person who understood, as her parents had been killed when she was a child however, that's all she would tell me about her childhood.
I grew up this boarding school until they could find a home for me. I didn't have many relatives and the Headmistress couldn't find my parents. They'd both been killed mysteriously. To make things worse, the other kids would often tease me about how my parents abandoned me. They told me that I was an accident and I believe them because, if I were not an accident, I would still be with my parents.
So the kids would taunt me in the halls and one time a girl with carrot red hair, named Carmelita Spats, stole my pink hair tie from me and drenched it in purple paint in art class. She handed back my now purple hair band. So, during nap time I snuck over to her with my still wet with paint hair tie and put it on her head while she slept. When she woke up she had purple paint in her hair and tattled on me to the teacher. I was sent to the time-out room. She was the girl who started teasing me. She often called me names such as, 'Cakesniffer' though; I didn't know exactly what that meant.
My time at that boarding school was a nightmare and I hated my parents for leaving me. I hated them for not loving me. I still do.
Anyways, when I turned 10 years old a banker at Mulctuary Money Management took me in. His name is Mr. Poe and I still live with him, his wife, and two sons, Albert and Edgar.
I got up from my position on the front stairs of Mr. Poe's home. His wife was very kind, though, his sons, Edgar and Albert, were loud and obnoxious which made sharing a room with them a more awkward experience. Mr. Poe would be gone most of the morning, however, in the afternoon I would be placed in the care of a new guardian. Mrs. Poe said it was fine if I went outside for a walk, just as long as I stayed near by. I walked down the busy street, watching as a long black car with dark smoke drifting from the exhaust pipes, turned down the street. I noticed a tall figure of a man inside it who eyed me as he drove past. I shivered.
I sighed and kept walking down the street noticing a rickety trolley pass by but, unlike the car it was going down to somewhere near Briny Beach. The building that I was walking by now was a beautiful church with stone gargoyles perched on the roof. I turned down a street, smelling the various scents in the city's air. I walked past the street that always smelled like fish. I breathed in deeply the scent and tried to pretend I was at a sunny beach, but the traffic made it difficult.
Suddenly, I started to smell something strange, a smell that I found familiar, however, I couldn't place it. I opened my eyes, looked up, and gasped. For, directly across the street was an enormous mansion burning to the ground right in front of my eyes.
I froze where I was, too scared to do anything. When I snapped out of my distress, I quickly brought the 'emergencies only' cell phone out of my pocket and dialed 911. When I reached the firemen I told them about the burning house.
The man on the other end of the line sighed heavily, "Another one?" he asked, appalled. "Impossible!"
"Y-yes," I stammered, 'What was that supposed to mean?' I thought."Please hurry."
I gave the man the address and he said he would send someone to help as soon as possible. I thanked him and hung up.
I chewed fingernails while waiting. Not many people were at the scene of this fire. I stared into the flames wishing there was something I could do.
It wasn't very wise of me to do this but I was thinking of the people inside whose lives were at stake. So without thinking I ran through the doors of the burning house.
I gasped in horror as I watched the flames engulfing an entire library of books, and I heard screams coming from the top floors. I could barely see a thing; there was so much smoke.
"Hello?" I shouted.
There was no answer, just more screams. I climbed the front stairs, stepping over the rubble and avoiding anything that was bright orange.
"Hello?" I tried again, "Is there anyone here?"
Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and I screamed in fright.
"Shhh! Calm down," a mysterious cloudy figure said over the roar of the flames. I could tell he was male. "You need to get out of here! It's too dangerous!"
I just nodded but I was frozen in shock again, so he pulled me out of the house.
I could see the appearance of the man once we were outside. He had sandy-blond hair that was covered by a top hat he wore, similar to Mr. Poe's. His eyes were murky brown and he had dark circles under them. His clothes were burnt and torn and as I looked him up and down something caught my eye. It was a black tattoo of an eye that was printed on his left ankle.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded.
"What were you doing in there?"
"I-I thought I could help."
I could here the sound of a siren in the distance. Fire trucks, Police cars, and Ambulances came to a stop in front of the mansion and men and women climbed out and began to put out the flames, which had already reached almost every inch of the home. They didn't notice us because the man had pulled me towards the edge of the forest behind the house.
"Real help is here now. You should go home." He said.
I nodded and began to walk away when I remembered.
"Thank you," I said, turning around as I said it but he was gone.
As I peered into small dark forest I saw a shadowy figure fall to his knees. He was grieving and I felt instantly sorry for whomever the man had lost in the fire. Maybe his wife had been killed. Or even his children.
I turned my attention back to the fire trucks that I now noticed, had an image of an eye on the bumper. The same one that man had on his ankle. Now that I thought about it, I'd seen that image before today. I raked my brain, trying to remember where I'd seen it. Then I remembered. Mrs. Marshall had that image tattooed on her ankle. What could that mean?
I knew the firemen were too late to save whoever was inside. One of the firemen told me to step back and I obeyed. I began to cry softly for whoever's family or friends had died in that fire. Seeing a fire burning with people inside right before my eyes… it was unbearably hard to watch. On television it wasn't so scary, but the reality of it made me tremble in fright.
The firemen managed to put out the fire and now all I could see were the remains of the enormous mansion. I noticed the library room again. All the books had probably been burned to ashes. The outside walls of the house were badly burnt and there was glass shattered in some of the rooms visible. I noticed an interesting device that looked like a basket of some sort.
I watched as the doctors came out of the Ambulance to search the home for any dead. They found two burned bodies and as I looked closely at the corpses they were of a man and woman whom I've never met and they had the same eye as the fire trucks, the mysterious man, and Mrs. Marshall tattooed on their left ankles.
I stood there motionless as the firemen, doctors, and police officers, finished with their task, drove away. They hardly noticed me staring into the once beautiful home. Something from inside the house drew me in. In no time, I was standing in the house, just outside the library. The books, shelves, chairs, and tables were burnt. One lamp's light bulb had shattered. Smoke wafted through the air and ashes covered the floor. I examined the destroyed library and stopped in my tracks when I found a book sitting on one of the tables. I cautiously stepped towards it. I reached my hand out slowly and ran my fingers down the novel's smooth cover, collecting ash on my fingers. This was one of the only books that hadn't burnt to a crisp. The cover was maroon and in gold letters the title read 'Tadpoles'. There was a plain green bookmark holding a spot in the book.
I picked it up and put it in my pocket. I couldn't stand being here anymore so I left the mansion with the book and ran back down the block until I reached Mr. Poe's home. As I stood outside I realized I was crying again and I dried my tears with the backs of my hands. When I felt better I went inside to find Mr. Poe was back.
I greeted him, trying to hide what I'd just seen. I was supposed to go to my new guardians house now.
"His name is Count Olaf," Mr. Poe said as he drove down the cobble stone streets of Doldrum Drive.
"I've never heard of him," I said confusedly.
"Well, he claims he was a good friend of your father," he said.
"He knew my father?" I asked maybe this Count Olaf would know why I was abandoned.
"Yes, he knew both your parents very well," Mr. Poe said, before coughing into his handkerchief. "He's a count and an actor. He often travels to foreign places with different theater companies."
"Really? Well, I guess that sounds interesting," I replied as we passed Fickle Fountain. I've always loved theater and I often learnt new songs whenever I could find a songbook and a piano. I taught myself how to play the piano my school had and I was teaching myself how to play the guitar before I left. For some reason an eerie feeling began to creep up about this new guardian. Something about this count felt wrong and I was scared about what it might be.
Finally, Mr. Poe drove down a small alley lined with houses. All of them looked nice and some even had some nice flowers in the front. It seemed like a nice neighborhood except for a home that was grimy, and dilapidated. The two windows had the shades drawn and there was a tall tower that was tilted slightly to the left. The front door was chipped and was in need of a paint job. I noticed it had an image of an eye on it like I'd seen earlier today. Basically, this place had everything possibly bad about it.
I got out and followed Mr. Poe down the front pathway that was covered in weeds and ferns. He went ahead and knocked on the door, with the eye on it, while I slowly trailed behind. At this point I was terrified, I could barely feel my legs and I was quivering. The door began to open and I saw the same tall figure from the long, black car. The last thing I heard was Count Olaf's gravely voice, "Hello, hello, hello," and suddenly everything turned black.
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