All Roads Lead To You

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Summary: Charlotte, the disillusioned daughter of Marius Boudreau. Remy, the charming son of Jean-Luc LeBeau. A betrothal contract has been arranged since their youth, but adolescence comes with complications, and puberty is the least of them. Extreme AU. OOC. Remy/Charlotte(fem!Harry).

Genre/s: Action. Adventure. Family. Fantasy. Friendship. Hurt/Comfort. Mystery. Romance. Sci-Fi.

Rating: M for language, violence, adult themes, character death, and social issues (racism, gender inequality, etc).

Author: tlyxor1.

Author's Note: This one's going to be an epic, and I'm actually working on it. It was going to be the first chapter, but I got annoyed because the document's formatting went all screwy again, and that irritates me.

Prologue: Debut

Marius Boudreau is ambitious, ruthless, and calculating. It's a dangerous combination, and it takes Charlotte Potter two weeks to realise it. At four years old, she doesn't understand that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia have been replaced with a monster of an entirely different sort, but in time, she learns.

At 10, her name is Charlotte Boudreau, and she knows many things. Her brother, Julian, is a budding psychopath. Her sister, Belladonna, is not much better. Her father, Marius, is an assassin. One day, she will be one, too.

"When you are old enough, you will be wedded," Marius informs her, This ridiculous turf war is a waste of our resources. You will marry Remy LeBeau, and you will not complain."

The contract is signed in blood, and there are no loopholes to speak of. They will be married as soon as Charlotte - younger than Remy - comes of age, and there is no going back from that.

At 10, she's not sure she wants to. Remy LeBeau is an escape from the Assassin's Guild, and Charlotte's been awaiting one for as long as she's understood what they stand for.

Vous aimes le poker?"

"You play?" She wonders.

"Oui," he confirms, "Remy learned on de streets."

"I wonder what else you learned," she acknowledges, produces a deck of cards from her bag, and shuffles them with a deft hand. Remy produces a bag of M&M's, and Charlotte's smile is small. "No cheats, Remy LeBeau. Jouons."

They play, and Remy wins.

He gives her the chocolate, anyway.

"And here are de cards," he says, and offers her the deck with a flourish. His eyes, a red pupil on a black iris, are bright.

Le Diable Blanc, indeed.

"You can keep them," she answers, her hands folded in her lap. In the doorway, Marius watches, and his gaze is heavy. "Un jeton. Je dois y aller."

Remy's gaze flickers towards her father. He is wary, and Charlotte doesn't blame him. "Oui, vous devez. Remy will see you again, non?"

"bien sûr, mon ami. Au revoir, for now."

Charlotte rises from her seat, gathers her small satchel, and approaches the doorway.

As her father settles a heavy, unwelcome hand on her shoulders, she doesn't look back.

The summers in New Orleans are hot and muggy, the air perpetually oppressive with the approach of yet another seasonal storm. She spends much of her free time in her family's pool, and it is on one such day that the woman arrives.

Charlotte's first thought is to wonder how on Earth she is not suffocating in the heavy, tartan robes she wears.

Her second thought is, of course, to wonder why the hell she's wearing robes at all.

"I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you, Charlotte Potter, have been enrolled in our school since infancy."

And with that proclamation, everything changes.