A/N: I got this idea for a story a while ago with my friend. I don't speak French what so ever, but there are some really good websites that do it for you. I personally like Lavender's character a lot and this she can easily become very interesting. This chapter is shorter than I wanted but I wrote it in a hurry to get all my thoughts down quickly. Hopefully another chapter will be up soon but enjoy this one for now. So it's up to you all if I continue this. Tell me what you think and if it is semi-okay. Anyways Enjoy!!
Chapter 1
Battle Wounds
So color me stunned.
And wake the children when done
And put the details in a jar
And bury them underwater
Lavender ran her finger over the large scar, it ran over her shoulder and down her breast. It was a small price she had paid in a fight to protect everyone she loved. Her mother, sister, her daughter. Sacrifices had been made to protect the world and she was proud to say she had helped. She wrapped the dark, maroon robe across her chest and tucked her light, almost white blonde hair behind her ear.
"Maman?" A small voice called out and walked, slowly up the stairs. Lavender turned around and smiled. Her dark, blonde hair hung over her face, covering her piercing, green eyes. She shook her head and placed a small hand on her hip.
"Sont pourquoi nous allant à l'Angleterre. Je n'aime pas l'Angleterre. Je veux rester en France." she said her voice flowed like cool, water. Lavender frowned and shook her head.
"What did I say about French? At home we speak English, in school you speak French." she said and ruffled her hair. A glare from the girl, made her laugh and stand up pulling the girl with her.
I went to see these battlegrounds
With battle sounds.
And drove to the outskirts
With cars on blocks And houses run down.
"Aucun anglais." she mumbled and turned away crossing her arms and stomped over to the bed. Lavender smiled and whispered into her ear. Vous mon enfant, sont extraordinaire. The little girl giggled and twisted a lock of hair around her finger.
"I promise, Petitee Fille you will like England. Especially were we are going. Don't you want to see Aunt Parvati again? When she came last year, you two had so much fun. You want to know something else, there's a very nice city were everyone can do magic. Won't that be fun?" she said. The girl appraised for a moment before nodding slowly and half heartedly. Lavender leaned down and kissed her cheek.
Lavender watched her retreat before sighing and lowering herself onto the bed. Somewhere in between helping to fight Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort she had become a different person. Someone different than the pretty, shrewd girl she had been 5 years before. Her life was different, there were no fancy hair clips and talk of boys in corridors. She was a 21 year old mother to a 6 year old. There wasn't time to contemplate the past.
She smiled at the view out the window, a village in France with only muggles in sight and certainly ruled out magic on a daily basis. She may not of had the life of adventure and surprise, but it was good life she was living. No one could fault her for that.
We'll gather up the family and
Display our diseased organs.
We'll call it pride
We'll celebrate tonight
She slipped the robe off her body and gazed at the scar, it had faded with age as did the others on her body. From births, injuries and life. Lavender wore her scars like medals and was proud to say she had too fought.
