The Thenardier children arrived at the tall hill, hand in hand. The first time Eponine had gone here was in the summer, but it was now winter time. She could see two figures on the hill, making their way up to the very top, leaving footprints. The snow filled in the shoe shaped tracks, however, leaving no traces that two people were here.

Gavroche was the first to start climbing the hill, his boots tripping him for they were a bit oversized. Azelma shivered from the cold, hugging herself despite the fact that she was wearing layers over layers of clothing. Eponine followed Gavroche, struggling to keep up with the youngster. She knew that Gavroche was imagining that he was climbing a barricade, soldiers in red firing their bullets at him, but he was managing to escape.

The falling snow did cover their footprints as well, three pairs of shoes digging into the soft blanket of white. The white haze made it hard to see in front of them, but they could still see.

Eponine could see now that the two figures were in fact Marius and Cosette. It dud bother her a bit, seeing as Marius didn't love Eponine back, but she could live with it. She finally reached the top where Marius and Cosette were, and tapped them both lightly on the shoulder. They whipped around, scarves flying. Gavroche decided to jump on Marius' back, grabbing hold of his knit scarf. Marius shouted in surprise as his scarf was yanked and extra weight was added to his back. Azelma ran up and pulled Gavroche off.

"Marius! Eponine! Azelma! 'Vroche! Cosette!" the voice said the last name with distaste. It only meant that it was one of the Amis. Through the snow, Eponine spotted Courfeyrac. He grinned and waved, while Eponine waved back. Cosette crossed her arms and exhaled loudly, obviously annoyed that Courfeyrac still didn't treat her well.

"Hi, 'Fey! Where's Enjolras, Combeferre, and Grantaire?" Eponine asked thoughtfully. Courfeyrac grimaced.

"Grantaire had alcohol again. Enjolras and Combeferre are trying to wake him up, but he's still sleeping it off. The wine really did go to his brain this time around." It was Eponine's turn to grimace. Then Courfeyrac's face lightened up, and smile spread wide. Marius looked over at them curiously. He listened in.

"You know how when Grantaire's drunk, he admits lots of things?" Eponine scowled. She knew where this was going, and it wasn't going to be pretty. Courfeyrac continued. "This time, Grantaire admitted his usual nonsense things, like how he didn't turn his essay in on Napoleon. Well, Enjolras got quite freaked out at that, it was quite funny. Anyhow, Grantaire admitted that he kept 'a diary of secrets'. I found that diary of secrets in his soap cabinet, and guess what? It was all covered in pink feathers and decorated with blue, fake gem stones. It even had a girly, silver lock! I picked the lock, and apparently Grantaire was keeping track of girl gossip, like how Daniel Rogers broke up with Diane Smith last week. The secret part to that is that he wrote his own variation on how they broke up. It was four diary pages long."

Eponine and Marius both had different reactions. Marius laughed out loud, congratulating Courfeyrac on his snooping. Eponine got really mad, hitting both of them on the shoulder, scolding them for taking someone's secrets as a joke.

"But that's the point, 'Ponine!" Marius explained, "Grantaire's secrets weren't really secrets, they were more gossip. Plus, the diary cover must have been really funny." Eponine laughed.

"I have to agree on that, Marius. Oh, look! There comes Enjolras, Combeferre, and Grantaire right now!" Combeferre seemed to look relieved, while Grantaire looked tired like always, and Enjolras seemed to be slightly annoyed. Probably at Grantaire.

Suddenly, something soft, wet and cold struck the back of Eponine's head. She lurched forward, the impact being fairly strong. She turned around, searching for the thrower. Gavroche was standing by the tree, holding a second snowball in his hand, looking about ready to throw it. Eponine ducked right as it came flying at her. Instead, the snowball hit Marius, who thought Eponine had thrown it at him. Eponine received a face full of snow, courtesy of Marius. She shook it off, some snow still clinging to her eye lashes, and prepared to defend herself. Marius and Gavroche were deathly still, waiting for her move.

She decided that since no one was going to attack yet, she would make the first move. Eponine gathered a handful of snow, and mushed it together. Marius and Gavroche's eyes were on the snowball, girding themselves for it. Eponine's sudden throw was aimed at Marius, but him being a little taller than she expected, she miscalculated her angle, and it hit Courfeyrac, who was watching with amused eyes. The amusement died, and was replaced by dangerous playfulness, and Eponine took a step back, right into Enjolras, who had approached the group.

Enjolras held Eponine's shoulders, and she didn't fight back. He made his own snowball, ready to defend himself and his friend. When Courfeyrac's snowball came whizzing at them, Eponine dived out if the way, bring Enjolras down with her, but not before he threw his snowball at Courfeyrac. Combeferre had joined Courfeyrac's side, and Cosette had sidled up next to Marius. That left Grantaire, Azelma and Gavroche on one team.

Basically, now it was Grantaire, Azelma and Gavroche vs. Marius and Cosette vs. Combeferre and Courfeyrac vs. Enjolras and Eponine. Gavroche was still in his daydreams, one foot in reality, and one foot in the clouds. Finally, his thoughts came together and he announced a great idea.

"Who wants to make a barricade?" he called out. Everybody looked at each other.

"Out of what, 'Vroche?" Courfeyrac asked cautiously. You could never be careful around eleven year olds, especially ones that day dreamed of barricades and guns and dead people. Gavroche grinned, his smile was evil, but his answer was quite simple and innocent.

"Snow, of course!" Everybody groaned.


Twenty minutes later, a small wall of snow rested upon the top of Barricade Hill, overlooking the neighborhoods and parks. Azelma sat down, tired.

"Okay, people! Enjolras is the football leader, so he can be the revolutionary leader. Azelma, Combeferre, Grantaire and Courfeyrac can be the National Guard! Cosette, Marius, Enjolras, Eponine, and I will be the rebels! Ready to play? Oh! We haven't made ammunition yet!" Gavroche exclaimed. They spent the next ten minutes making snowball until their hands were frozen.

"Now we need a flag!" Gavroche cried. He looked at everyone expectantly. "Well? What can we use? Something red... My scarf!" Gavroche pulled his scarf off, and looked all over the snow fort for a place to place it. They had built the barricade right in front of the tree. Another idea struck Gavroche.

He scrambled up the tree, holding onto the thick, sturdy limbs. When he got to the top, he tied the scarf around a branch that was hanging out to the side, making it visible enough for everyone to see.

Finally, the battle started. The rules were that if you got struck by a snowball two times, you were "dead". There was no magic, and you couldn't revive yourself.

The war raged on and on. Azelma was the first to fall on the National Guard's side, and Cosette on the rebel side. Eponine didn't expect Cosette to last long, honestly, Cosette could be a wimp at times. Being distracted by those thoughts led Eponine to being struck square in the chest by two snowballs. She feigned death, and fell to the ground. She was "dead" now.

Everybody else died until it was just Courfeyrac against Enjolras. Gavroche was fuming because he thought that he could've won. When Enjolras finally struck Courfeyrac down, everybody cheered. Eponine caught sight of the extra ammunition. She whispered in Courfeyrac's ear. His eyes widened but he nodded in understanding. He told Marius, who told Cosette, who repeated that to Gavroche, who whispered it to Azelma, who told Combeferre, who told Grantaire. Everybody but Enjolras heard it.

"One.. Two... Three... Fire!" Eponine screamed. Everybody but Enjolras threw their snowballs directed at the blonde boy. He disappeared under the huge amount of snow.

They had planned something against Enjolras, just like they did seven years ago, when they were children.