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And now, ON WITH THE FIC!
Once upon a time, in a land far away known as Newton, there was a powerful Wizard family by the name of March. It was a small family, a mother, father and a young daughter by the name of Priscilla. Cilla, as she was called had long curly golden hair, dark brown eyes and a bright smile that made everyone feel cheerier just by seeing it. Cilla's father, Maximillion March absolutely adored her and showed this by showering her with many expensive gifts- the finest Quidditch set money could buy, the most expensive wand in Ollivander's and the fastest broom in all the wizarding world. And every year on her birthday, Maximillion threw a grand party in her honor, to which the entire town was invited.
Now, Maximillion was very fond of Chocolate Peppermint Pie. Only his wife, Tania knew how to make it exactly the way Maximillion liked it, so she was in charge of making the pies for Cilla's party. The day of the party, Tania was finishing up the last of the pies when a mouse scurried out of a hole in the wall and onto the kitchen counter. She was dressed rather elegantly in bright blue dress with lace cuffs and a lace collar. Her name was Dame Mouserink- Queen of the Mice.
"May I taste of your pies?" Dame Mouserink asked Tania, a polite smile on her furry face. Tania, being the kind person that she was, smiled back and nodded.
"But of course," she said sweetly. "Do help yourself." By the time Tania had said 'yourself," all of Dame Mouserink's relatives had stormed into the kitchen and began to devour all the pies. Within moments, all of the pies Tania had baked were gone and the mice scurried back into their hole.
Tania instantly rushed to find Maximillion, her eyes welling with tears. When she told him what had happened, he was furious.
"Make an announcement!" he commanded his servants. "Whoever rids this mansion of Dame Mouserink and her kin shall have Cilla's hand in marriage!"
"Yes sir," the servant replied. "But… you're very powerful- why not do it yourself?" Maximillion narrowed his eyes.
"Because I hate getting blood on my hands."
Within a matter of days, the announcement had spread throughout Newton and eventually reached the neighboring town of Alfred. Within Alfred lived the Malfoys.
"Wait a second!" Lily cried, interrupting James's story. "You honestly want me to believe that there are Malfoys in this story?!"
"You think I believed it?" came the reply. "But the woman insisted that was the truth." He grinned. "Want me to continue?" Lily sighed.
"Sure, why not?"
Augustus Malfoy, the eldest son on the Malfoy family, had been admiring Cilla March since he first laid eyes on her. He didn't love her or anything, he just knew that the March's were very rich and VERY powerful. Two things he could really use in his life. But, like Cilla's father, he hated getting blood on his hands… nor did he like doing any actual work. But, he was rather bright, despite his many flaws, and he soon formed a plan to marry the beautiful girl. And the plan needed Dame Mouserink's help to succeed.
"It's very simple, Dame Mouserink," Augustus said with a smirk. "You tell your relatives to let themselves be caught in my perfectly harmless mousetraps, allowing me to get them out of Newton and somewhere else and I shall reward you all handsomely."
"Oh?" asked Dame Mouserink. "And what would that reward be?" Augustus smiled and nodded to a large copper kettle in the corner of the room.
"That is the Kettle of Prosperity," he replied. "With but a few words, it will make as much food as you command it to, whenever you command it to."
"Prove it!" Augustus nodded and walked over to the pot.
"Chocolate Peppermint Pie- simmerine!" Instantly, the pot began to shake and steam and a moment later a pie shot out and landed on the table in front of Dame Mouserink. "Do we have a deal?" Dame Mouserink took a bite out of the pie, chewed it up and swallowed before smiling.
"Do we ever."
Now, while Augustus was evilly plotting with Dame Mouserink, a young lad in the town of Newton had already created a bunch of mousetraps to catch the mice. He was a handsome boy, dark hair, blue eyes and a bit of a cocky attitude. He had a knack of cracking hard shelled nuts with his teeth, impressing all the ladies in town. Because of this skill, he was deemed "The Handsome Nutcracker."
Unlike Augustus, this boy had actually fallen in love with Cilla March and wanted more than anything just to be with her- her family's money and power meant nothing to him. All he cared about was Cilla. And his name was James Potter.
"All right, now you're going to far!" cried Lily. "A Malfoy in the story I might be inclined to believe, but a Potter too? One with YOUR name?! Come on, James, how stupid do you think I am?"
"I don't think you're stupid at all, Evans!" James replied, defensively. "I swear upon the Gods of Quidditch and the house of Gryffindor that this is EXACTLY what the woman told me." There was a pause.
"All right. I believe you." James grinned.
"It was the Gryffindor part right?"
"No, it was the Gods of Quidditch thing. Keep going."
James took his traps to the March home and placed them around. They were simple traps, much like the ones you see today that kill mice instantly and hurt your fingers when they get caught in the wrong place. They worked perfectly and soon all of Dame Mouserink's relatives were at the big Swiss cheese in the sky, much to the delight of Maximillion March.
"Well done, my boy," he said excitedly. "I'm so pleased to have such a bright boy such as yourself marrying my daughter." Cilla looked please as well, smiling at the young lad. But there were two people… one person and a mouse not smiling. Both Augustus and Dame Mouserink were furious about what James had done. Augustus still wanted to marry Cilla and Dame Mouserink still wanted the Kettle of Prosperity… so they formed another plan.
Out of all the mice in Newton, only two had been smart enough to stay away from the traps- Dame Mouserink and her son, Prince Severus.
"Severus?" asked Lily.
"Once again, swearing on the Gods of Quidditch."
Prince Severus was a very different mouse. He had seven heads, but only spoke from the largest one in the middle. His fiancé, Maria had been one of the mice killed and he was out for vengeance. His mother was a powerful witch, even if she was a mouse. And she knew how to use her magic. As James took Cilla's hand to give it a kiss, Dame Mouserink ran over and bit him on the heel.