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Once upon a time, in a small kingdom called Hogsmeade, there lived a king and queen. They were a happy king and queen but their happiness was dampened for the want of a child to complete their small family. Try as they might though a child would not come for them.

A local woods witch had heard of their trials and failures to procure a child. She went to the king and queen and gave her pitch on how she could help them. How if the king and queen were to listen to her in every direction they would be able to have a child. The only thing was in compensation she asked to be made the child's godmother. A tiny thing to ask of such a lofty person as a king and a queen. But they'd already had their godparents picked out for their child since they'd fallen in love and married. Nonetheless, they agreed to the witch's demands. They figured it was better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

"You must eat and drink of a special sort of meat and mead that I will bring to you every night for a week," the witch said, looking between the king and the queen. "Both of you. Not just one of you. After the week is done, you are to bathe in a special stream which I will bring you both to. Once you are finished bathing in the stream and have one final helping of the meat and mead I can assure you with all the certainty in me that you will have your desired child."

"Are sure this will work?" the king asked, sounding doubtful that this would work. After all, how was eating special food and bathing in a special stream going to give them a child?

"My king, this is a sure thing to work," the witch said, grinning at them both. "I can attest to that myself. That was how I had had my own daughter. God rest her."

"You tried this out yourself?" the queen asked, watching the woman as doubt threatened to creep into her mind. But why would the woman lie about something like this? It wouldn't gain her anything to lie to them. "And it worked?"

The witch nodded. "It will work for you too, dearie," the woman said, taking the queen's hand gently in her own. "All you have to do is try it."

"I think that we should exhaust all other avenues before we agree to throw ourselves into something that could potentially not work," the king said, not liking the fact that this woman knew to go after his wife who took their failure to have a child personally. "We will keep your offered solution in mind, woods witch, and if we choose it we will call for you. Is that agreeable to you?"

"It certainly is," the woods witch said, grin slipping from her slightly. "No one can make a king and queen do anything they don't want to."

Try as they might the only solution was the one that the woods witch had set out for them. Thus they sent word that they would be using her plan that she'd set out for them. The witch arrived the next day with the special meat and mead that they were to eat during the week. Which if they were honest tasted a bit strange but if it would help them have their desired child they would complain.

Finally, the day came when they were to bathe in the stream and have their last helping of the special meat and mead. The queen thought that this last helping tasted the strangest to her of all of them. She mentioned it to the king but he said that the meal tasted fine and that she shouldn't complain.

Nearly two months had passed before they realized that the queen was with child and a great feast was held. All that were near and dear to them were invited to the feast. They even invited the woods witch who had helped them in their efforts of conceiving this child.

But the woods witch had known their true intentions from the start. She knew just from the way that they agreed that they were only agreeing to get the promised child. Which was why she had hatched a scheme of her own. She had put together the concoction that would help the couple conceive and added a potion that would mutate the child. She didn't know what form the mutation would take, but she knew that there would be one. She'd then added the mutating potion and the helpful one to the queen's cup of mead. Perhaps the woman's husband should have listened to his wife when she mentioned the mead and food tasting stranger than the last few times.

"We would like to thank you all for being present here," the king said, standing from his space at the feasting table. "We are very fortunate to be having the first of hopefully many heirs to the kingdom of Hogsmeade. We hope that our child will be helped to grow up a just young person by the godparents we have picked out for her. Our dearest friends Alice, and Frank Longbottom."

"You've gone and called the baby a her again," the queen murmured up at the king. Neither ruler seeing the angry look on the woods witch's face. "We don't know what the child is yet. It could very well be a boy as it could be a girl."

"True enough, my dear," the king said, smiling fondly at his wife. "True enough."

The sound of shattering class brought on a terrified silence as the woods witch stalked closer to the table where the king and queen sat. She was no longer wearing the look of cheerfulness she'd worn earlier in the night. Her eyes once a twinkling light blue were now a dark midnight blue. Her flowing mahogany hair was wiping in an unseen and unfelt wind. Her white gown had magically turned as black as her mood.

"We had a deal did we not?" she asked in a whisper to the king and queen.

"We also had a deal with…"

"Then you should not have agreed to my terms and tried to set terms of your own," the woods witch said, going louder with every word. "Your folly shall doom them all."

"What are you talking about?" asked one confused party guest towards the back of the crowd.

The cry was soon taken up and the woods witch dramatically raised her hand bringing them down in a booming sound upon the table. An icy silence reigned over the feasting room. No one dear to speak or move. No one wanted to find out the price for such an action. All eyes were upon the woods witch, king, and queen. Each person feeling like something was going to happen. Whether that something was good or bad was up for debate, it was going to happen and it was going to happen soon.

"I knew you'd try and go back upon our bargain," the woods witch said turning her terrible midnight blue eyes upon the king and queen. "I knew it as soon as you even said it. I was hoping you'd do the honorable thing and say so but it's too late for that now." She turned to the king with a wicked smile. "You should have believed your wife when she said that that last meal tasted stranger to her than the others had. Part one of my punishment was laid upon the babe's head before it was even conceived. Now for part two."

"What's part two?" a page named Peter Pettigrew asked the glaring woods witch.

"I'm so glad that you've asked, my dear, Sir Pettigrew," the woman said, a sinister smile crossing her face. "Your child will be one of the most beautiful young girls in the kingdom." She turned to the queen with a smirk. "Your king was right on the child's gender by the way." She then turned so she was facing both of them again. "She will be one of the smartest people in the kingdom. She will be the friendliest little girl there ever was. But upon her sixteenth birthday, she will fall into a never waking sleep. The kingdom will be trapped the next day to repeat the day over and over again. That is until true love's kiss wakes the princess from her long slumber. True love's kiss is the only thing that can save this kingdom. Enjoy your little party while you can." The woods witch walked towards the exit of the feasting room only to be stopped at the door by a woman handing out party favors of baked goods to take home.

"Here have a cranberry orange muffin," the red-haired woman said, holding out the muffin to the woods witch.

"Don't mind if I do," the woods witch said, taking the muffin and disappearing in a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Do you think she had a good time?" the jester asked, standing going into an acrobatics act.

Weeks passed and turned into months and soon the nightmarish feast was all but forgotten about by the tiny kingdom. A little while after that the princess was born. The woods witch and the king had been right in thinking the child would be a girl. She was one of the prettiest babes that was ever seen in the entire kingdom. Her hair was a light shade of her mother's own dark ringlets of caramel. Her eyes were a clever blue that matched her father's. Her skin was as white as porcelain. But there was one thing that was different about the princess from all of the other children. Coming out of her shoulder blades were a pair of wings that looked like they could have belonged to a cherub from a painting. The feathers were a soft white color that shone in the sun once they washed the child and wrapped her in a blanket. She was then handed to her mother the queen.

Queen Andromeda looked down with love and affection for her daughter. She couldn't think or feel anything else at that moment.

King Ted, however, was recalling the feast and the words that woods witch had said to them. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his daughter. He would do anything to protect her and he was sure that Andromeda would do the same.

"What should we name her?" Andromeda asked, looking up at Ted and then back down at her daughter.

"I've never been good at naming things or beings," Ted said, trying to sound as if he was joking and happy and not thinking about the witch's words. "Why don't you pick out a name for her? You're much better at that sort of thing than I am, dear."

"Liar," Queen Andromeda said with a tiny laugh. She then looked down upon her sweet daughter and tried to think of the perfect name. "What about Nymphadora?"

"Nymphadora is a wonderful name, my love. Princess Nymphadora of Hogsmeade. It sounds very elegant."

"It does, doesn't it?"

The babe christened a few weeks later and once more the witch's words faded from the minds of all that had heard them. Princess Nymphadora grew into a beautiful girl and then an even more beautiful young lady. She was known to fly about the kingdom helping out anyone she should meet. The people loved their princess and the princess loved the people just as much.

It wasn't until the day of her sixteenth birthday that the wood's witch's word came floating back to King Ted and Queen Andromeda. Both felt a panicked thrill of dread go through them at the thought of those words.

"Mum, Dad," Nymphadora said, coming in for a landing from one of her many flights out that she took on the daily, "you look you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing that you have to worry about, my dear," King Ted told his daughter, holding her face gently in his hand and looking at her. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and soon they'd have to start looking for a prince to marry her to.

"Are you sure?"

"We're sure, dear," Queen Andromeda said, not knowing that the next day would be one of the hardest in her entire life. Or that it wouldn't end very soon either. "Why don't you go and do another fly around of the kingdom and then we can see the setup for your birthday feast? What do you say?"

"Of course," Nymphadora said, running and leaping into the air as her wings spread wide making her look an angel.

"Should we tell her?" Queen Andromeda asked King Ted, watching as their daughter flew around the castle without a care in the world.

"It would only spoil her day, Meda," King Ted answered, watching his daughter's smiling happy face as she soared and dived and swooped around the castle. "She should be able to have this day, don't you think?"

"I agree. But curses don't work that way."

"We'll tell her soon. Okay?"

"Okay. But we have to tell her before the end of the night."

Princess Nymphadora looked down upon her parents who seemed to be deep in conversation with each other. Neither of them looked very happy about today at all. Did they not love her as much as they said they did?

"Princess Nymphadora," a French-accented voice called out to her.

She looked around her to find the owner of the voice. The voice belonged to a very beautiful young princess from France. Fleur Delacour. Her hair was almost white it was so silver. Her blue eyes were like shining sapphires in the sun. She was hanging out of her window, one of the delicious baked goods that Molly Weasley the palace cook usually cooked in her hand.

"Happy birthday, Nymphadora," she called, smiling as Nymphadora stopped right in front of her, flapping the wings of white feathers to keep herself airbound. "How has your day been going? Are you have a happy birthday?"

"I'm having a very happy birthday," Nymphadora said, leaning her elbows against the window sill as Fleur pulled herself back in. "It's gotten even better now that I've seen you."

"You are too kind."

Nymphadora took a kind of pleasure her parents wouldn't understand in her ability to make the blonde princess blush as she had. She had always been more attracted to girls and more feminine men than she had been to the rough and tumble boys who were always trying to catch her attention when she was out and about.

"You will save me a dance tonight, won't you?" Fleur asked, hope shining in her voice as she leaned forward once more.

"Of course," Nymphadora said, winking at her. "Wouldn't be a party without a dance with my best lady, now would it?" She looked into the blue eyes and could see that Fleur was trying to talk herself into doing something. She didn't know what it was. Before long the battle was over and Fleur was once more pulling away whatever action she was debating upon not being taken.

"Of course it wouldn't," Fleur said as a voice called from within the palace. "I must go. Maman is calling and she doesn't enjoy being made to wait upon people."

"Of course," Nymphadora said, nodding. "I'll see you later for that dance."

"Yes. See you later."

The party was a grand success and Nymphadora reveled in being adored by her loving parents and the subjects of the kingdom. But she couldn't help but feel that there some sort of dark cloud hanging over the proceedings. She even spoke so much to Fleur when they shared their dance behind the pillar in the ballroom. The kingdom wasn't that accepting that they'd accept their future ruler being in love with a girl. Or at least thinking she was in love with a girl.

"Are my parents hiding something from me?" she asked, looking into Fleur's eyes and seeing a sort of shocked horror come into them. "What are they hiding from me?"

"Nymphadora, it's not my place to say," Fleur said, looking over towards where King Ted and Queen Andromeda were dancing together happily. "It's their place to say."

"But they won't say and don't I deserve to know if it has something to do with me?" Nymphadora asked, watching her parents as well now.

"You do but I'd ask your parents," Fleur said, putting a calming hand on Nymphadora's waist and driving all thoughts of her parents what they were hiding away.

She danced and danced and danced until her feet ached and she wasn't sure that she could dance anymore. Then dinner was served and she ate and ate and ate until she was more than sure that she wouldn't be able to dance even if she wanted to.

Soon the evening was winding down and the guest had left with their gift baskets of Molly's baked good to take home with them. Nymphadora walked over to her parents who were shifting nervously about.

"What are you guys hiding from me?" she asked, hating the fact that she felt the need to sound as blunt as she did.

"Before you were conceived we tried and tried and tried in vain to have a child," King Ted told his daughter, pulling her into a seat. "We tried everything possible avenue and then some. It was then that we agreed to the help of a woods witch. She made it so that you would become a possibility and all she asked for in return was that we name her your godmother."

"But Auntie Alice is…."

"That is what we are hiding, my dear," Queen Andromeda said, looking into her daughter's eyes with tears shining in her own. "We went against what the wood witch said and named your Aunt Alice godmother instead of her. She was not very happy with when she found and she took her anger at us out on you."

Nymphadora yawned even though she hadn't been feeling a bit tired a moment ago. "How did she take her anger out on me?" the confused girl asked, looking at her parents through heavy eyes.

"She put a curse of…."

Before the words could even leave the king's mouth, at the stroke of midnight, Princess Nymphadora slid down in her seat in a deep sleep. Her parents thought nothing of it because she hadn't been pricked by a spinning needle or anything like how a sleeping curse is usually administered to a person. She'd just nodded off. But come the morning they knew for sure that it was woods witch's curse in full effect.

"What did she say could wake, Nymphadora?" Queen Andromeda asked, watching her sleeping daughter as a tiny dribble of drool came from her mouth. "I never noticed that she drooled in her sleep before, did you?" She wiped the drool from her daughter's chin with a handkerchief of the finest linen.

"I had noticed it ever since she was a babe," King Ted said, thinking about the words that woods witch had. It seemed so long ago now that it was almost impossible to remember the exact words of the curse.

"She said that the kingdom would be doomed to repeat today over and over until the princess was woken with true love's kiss," the jester said, juggling a couple of baked goods that had been on the side table in hopes that Nymphadora would awaken and eat them.

The king was about to tell the poor lad off for interfering in the affairs of his betters when the queen stopped him. "That is what she said," she said, turning towards the jester. "Thank you kindly, Dobby."

The jester caught the baked good effortlessly and bowed his way out of the room. The king and queen conferred about what they'd do. They did have all of the noblest families in the country at their palace. Even a few from foreign countries too. They'd make a list of names of all the princes have them try and see if they were Nymphadora's, true love. The answer to what was going had to be here somewhere.

The list had been compiled on the first day of the curse. That was the easy part. The harder part would be explaining why the princes were being brought up to Princess Nymphadora's chambers while she was asleep.

"How are we going to know not to make another list and try the same men?" Queen Andromeda asked, pacing back and forth.

"The day stays the same," King Ted mused, his eyes lighting as they fell upon Nymphadora's prone body. "But nothing changes with Nymphadora. We can put the list of names in her hand each day."

"That's genius, Ted," Queen Andromeda said, pulling her husband in for a kiss.

She watched as Ted put the note so that it would be noticeable in their daughter's hand. They gave their sleeping daughter one last kiss before going to bed to start the whole trial over again tomorrow.

The next day began the same as the first day had. With the king and queen eating breakfast in their silent feasting hall. The seat usually taken by Nymphadora empty and making the room seem less happy than it usually was.

After breakfast, they went up the stairs to their daughter's room to visit her and see if she'd waken on her own. But she hadn't. It was then that Queen Andromeda noticed the piece of paper sticking out of her daughter's hand. She leaned over and took it carefully out of the hand so as not to harm her daughter.

"What does it say?" asked the voice of the visiting French Princess Fleur.

If they were living the same day over how had neither she nor Ted noticed the girl in the room the day before. She read over the paper in her hand. It was strange though it was only a list of names with instructions to cross them off as they are gone through.

"It's a list of names," she answered, showing both Fleur and King Ted. "The only other words here say to cross the names off as they are gone through. What do think that meant?"

"I think I know," said Fleur, pointing to a spot above the list of names. "It says right there. List of potential true love's for true love's kiss."

"So, it does," King Ted exclaimed happily. "How did it get there though?"

"One of us must have put it there yesterday, Ted," Queen Andromeda said, looking at the list. There were a lot of young men on this list and they didn't have time waste on discussing this matter further. They had to wake Nymphadora. "We don't have time to discuss this in comity, love. We have to get started now. This list is very long and who knows how long it will take to go through."

"Who shall we start with?"

"How about we start with the A names and work our way down?"

"Sounds like a plan," King Ted said, sending word with a page to track down the Avery boy and bring him.

Each time a boy was brought up and told to kiss Princess Nymphadora the room held its breath waiting for her to wake up. Only for a shroud of disappointment to descend when it didn't happen. That boy's name was crossed off and the next in line after him was called for.

The second day of the curse passed in this way. With Princes coming and going. Kissing and being disappointed that the Princess didn't wake up. By the end of the day, they'd gotten as far as the final C name on the list.

The list was then put back into Nymphadora's hand and the king and queen went to bed. A sadness having taken over their hearts. The only thought in their mind was what if. What if they could never find Nymphadora's, true love? What if the kingdom had to be stuck in this one day for the rest of all time?

"It won't come to that, Andromeda," Ted said, putting his arms around his wife as they both fell asleep.

Andromeda was starting to lose hope and it had only been day two trapped in the curse. He would have to be strong for both of his girls.

The next day dawned the same day as before. This time they walked up the stairs together with Fleur. A think neither of them had noticed on the original day or the day after that.

Once more they discovered the list of names in Nymphadora's hand and once more held the same conversation. The conversation that ended with Fleur's disappointed look and Ted calling the first name of the day.

Soon the days started to blend one into the other. Always the same day. The day after Nymphadora's birthday. Always the same conversations going on. The same gossip. The same drama. Always with the finding of the list and the calling of the names upon the list. Always with Fleur's blue eyes brimming with tears that she wouldn't let fall.

The twentieth day dawned with the list having been gone through twice and they were nowhere close to finding Nymphadora's true love. Queen Andromeda not being able to handle this anymore went to go lay down and try and sleep for a bit. She thought that would give her the clarity to think this problem out.

King Ted of the family Tonks and Princess Fleur of the family Delacour had been the only ones to stay in the room. Ted tried to work it out. They'd gone through the list twice and even debated going through the list again. But how many did you have to do something before it finally sank in that it wasn't going to work out the way you wanted it to.

"I think I might have an idea, Your Majesty," Fleur said, shuffling her feet nervously as she nibbled on one of the baked goods that were always on Nymphadora's side table. "But I'm not sure if you are going to be able to agree to let me try my idea."

King Ted let out a sigh and ran his hand through his sandy hair. He sank down into his chair from his pacing position. "Right about now, Princess Fleur, I'm ready to try anything that might have the potential to work," he said, trying to keep his voice even and be strong the way a king should. "What is your plan?"

"It's this," Fleur said, standing up and putting the baked good aside for the moment. She took a deep breath and then leaned over Nymphadora's bed. "I hope this works," she whispered as she closed the distance between their lips with a gentle chaste kiss.

She held her breath for a few seconds, watching and waiting for whatever was to come from her idea. She was just about to give up and go back to her suite of rooms when a yawn was heard from the bed.

"What's going on?" Nymphadora asked, looking from Fleur to her father.

"Fleur just broke the curse," King Ted said, sending someone to fetch his wife.

Another great feast was held and a proclamation was put forth that Princess Fleur and Princess Nympahdora were to be wed. It was well known by this point in time that Princess Fleur had been found to be the true love of Princess Nymphadora. It was also well known that one didn't mess with true love. Thus the girls were to be wed and a way was to be sought so that both kingdoms could have heirs to continue on the family name. And they lived happily ever after. That is until a certain woods witch came to call not so long after the marriage of the two Princesses. But that is a story for another time.

The End.

I hope you all enjoyed The Flying Princess as much as I enjoyed writing it.